The capital of the Solar Empire’s northern province, Eulethron is a massive port city. The docks alone form their own small town, with more ramshackle bulidings built atop the existing ones as they sink and rot. The city continues up and into the granite cliffs, a network of towers, caverns, and tunnels. Finally, the city proper looms atop the cliffs, almost entirely made of the same granite.
Eulethron is often seen as entirely too similar to the cliffs it is built on (and around, and in); cold, harsh, and unforgiving. This view is quite accurate. Eulethron is a grim place, violent and plagued with crime and corruption. Church leaders are remarkably quiet, and any ruling noble either quickly learns to not raise much attention, or often suffers an unfortunate “accident.”
There are those that profit, and even thrive in this city of stone and dark water. But even those few seem to live under a shadow, constantly looking over their shoulder, feeling as if they were being watched.