Pesky’s job isn’t a glorious one, but an important one, a necessary and needed one. He doesn’t patrol the deep ways keeping the things out from below, or guard the gates that protect from the odd surface dweller’s raiding parties. Pesky tends no great fungal garden nor does he hunt for moles, badgers or sweet-worms, no; he keeps the light. He tends the fireflies and the lightning bugs, raises the glow worms and the moon moths.
Pesky breeds them and raises them, and with those that can be trained he does that as well. He keeps the city lit, and the tunnels, and mine shafts, every corner and every room of every home, lit by Pesky’s friends. He breeds them big and he breeds them smart, he even taught them to respond to music. They know there is one tune for light and another for dark; he trained some to make light with the movement of the music at gatherings and taverns. With a single loud tune Pesky could make the whole city dark, his job is an important one.

Reborn, never to be the same... When a phoenix dies, self immolating, it rises from the ashes blackened as a raven. It's feathers, once fiery, now ebony with the secrets of death. Ravens too are immortal, never to die of old age, though they can be killed. The ember of what they once were still dwells within them and one in a hundred raven eggs will hatch as a phoenix...

Good Eats-Rainy City Style

The Floric Cuisine of the Rainy City
The Sump and Shallows areas of the Rainy City supply most if not all of the city’s vegetables. Cattails roots, boiled, mashed and salted are quiet good. As are the many dishes made with rice from the Sump’s many rice paddies. In the Shallows of the city good citizens maintain the fine kelp farms that enrich many a soup and salad from the rickety, moss covered huts of the sump to the lofty and opulent keeps of the Tower Cliffs. And of course, mushrooms grow in great abundance all throughout the city, outside and in.

The Mushroom Library

The Mushroom Library
A farm of sorts. In a damp hall, great old books lie open, their pages misted on a regular basis. Up from these mouldering tomes sprout many and varied forms of fungi.

Some say the local distiller of tinctures and unguents, Vengus Ult has plans of his own to create a unique mushroom library. One that sprouts forth from the pages of tomes once belonging to mages, wizards and other casters of weird and mysterious spells. The mushrooms then will act as a distillation of the spell on which they feed and grow. Or so Vengus says…

The apocryphal tale of Primus Vitellus.

A tale told in taverns and inns by those that still remember it. For the deed took place hundreds of years ago. It is the story of either a brave or stupid refugee from yet another world turned to water and brought her, adrift to the Rainy City. She, yes she, for she was a woman, though people don’t know this, thanks in part to the efforts of Musca the Censor who thought that no woman could have accomplished such a deed (DENIED!) and thus edited the tale and “Prima” became “Primus” (APPROVED!), she was a brave soul indeed. With great bell helm she went down, down into the deep dark that was the base of the great submerged wizard’s school. And therein, she set to exploring. The way was fraught with peril and terror and she suffered no small amount of pain and anguishing wounds. Eventually though, she found her way to a room, piles of coin and jewels lay there, surrounded by glittering items of all sorts, and in the center stood a pedestal. And on that pedestal sat a box with a huge golden key jutting from it. Not knowing what that key would do once turned, she swallowed her fear and with a mighty twist, Prima turned that key.
The walls of the school shook, and the waves outside set to spinning and whirling. The sky above, unseen to her, cracked open and the rain ceased to fall…for five minutes.

Bobbers

Bobbers
The bays of the Rainy City have been sectioned off, marked with buoys demarcating territories; “land” in the sea. These territories are often owned and surface salvaged by people known as “Bobbers”. They live in large row-boat types of ships with two masts near their middle. The masts though are not for sails, but for the holding of hammocks. Multiple hammocks hang one above another in a row, swinging back and forth counter the swaying of the boat as it rocks amongst the waves.

Temple of the Sea's Bounty

Temple of the Sea’s Bounty
There is a landless temple in the Rainy City, a great boat that plies the waters around the rock at all the Worlds’ End. The Temple of the Sea’s Bounty is a salvaging ship, trawling and dredging the Rainy City’s bay, dragging great hooks deep below the surface of sea, seeking treasures and resources that only the sea will provide. Most of the congregation lives aboard the ship, which never stops moving. Those who wish to join must take a ship or boat out amongst the waves to the great ark-like ship; this includes the rare and brave traders who do business with the temple. Their great and bountiful goddess takes the form of a huge and fecund human woman’s upper torso with the lower torso of an octopus. Each arm reaching out and grabbing or handing out items found at the bottom of the sea