Neighbourhood: The Flotilla

A small collection of barges and junks held together by ropes, planks, and luck. This assembly makes its way, every day, from the lowest points of the river all the way up through the windings paths and lochs, to the highest point it will fit. Behind it trail large nets in a constant sweeping wave of movement, pulling in and being thrown out, catching great hauls of fresh fish and other river delicacies.

The Flotilla is the source of much of the fish to Immoria, but also home to a small community all of its own. Sailors, fishers, chefs, preservers, and their families, all call it their permanent home. There’s restaurants on board for people who want either the very freshest catches, as well as auctions and markets for fish and stranger hauls. It’s not unusual for fishers to pull out some undescribed animal, or a relic from somewhere or somewhen else.

At night the Flotilla docks at the top of the river, waiting until dawn when it finds itself, through a convenient eddy in time, back at the river’s mouth.

True Name: The constant scrape of weighted nets against the riverbed, the harried cry of an auctioneer, the dread of creatures fleeing.

(From reader Sammy)