Dysprosium District; A Description

[Joscelin]

There are only so few places that the world has forgotten. That's not to say that one couldn't name a few though; such as the abandoned Elysian mines, but there's nothing that comes to mind such as Elysium's Dypsrosium District. It's a world all of its own.

Ancient texts speak of Dysprosium as once being Elysium and that's all; a unified city where all lived simply and together under the rule of Emperor Tiberius. That had been well over a millenium ago though and now Elysium has become a separated city where tension runs high. It's where Elysium had been torn and Dysprosium had been born.

Dysprosium lingers within the deepest recesses of Elysium and hidden beneath layers of an entirely new city and then another. It's where inventions and innovations are lost and the past clashes with the oncoming tide of the future. It's here that the old world architecture of Tiberius' era still stands the test of time. It's here where the life blood of Elysium lives; meandering through and dealing with the mud and muck of busted plumbing that overflows the damp streets.

It's here where life full of hardships could be found.

Men and women, both elderly and young, children and thensome could be found here. It's here where pitchmen bark their wares within some feeble attempt to make their way whilst meagar shops struggle through the passing years. These serpentine streets are overflowing with passerby and the rest of who creates the lifeblood of the city. Paths lead upward and downward - stairwells and archways to cross over stone buildings, through and across empty verandas that had once been the Emperor's own haven for a brief respite; nothing is sacred.

It did not seem to matter what something might have been at one point. From old temples to sanctuaries, and even from Tiberius' manor to the ancient forum where council members of high prestige have been seated; all things had been transformed to what were now places of commerce within Dysprosium, and even homes to those of a higher status, or simply taken over by those struggling to live; eager to lay their head down anywhere.

It's here where Night's Doorstep lingers; Tiberius' manor having becoming a housing for Dysprosium's brothel. Pretty young women linger here with their batting lashes and heavy breasts bare to the air of the passing city. They wear too much perfume and makeup, and they smell of the last man who had laid between their thighs. Night's Doorstep lies here upon Dysprosium's main thoroughfare and closest to the Prince's Castle.

The Prince's "castle" is actually an abandoned temple from well over a millenia ago during Emperor Tiberius' reign. It's a true testament of time considering that the temple's stonework, filigree and other intricate hand-made craftsmanship still lingers with being hardly weathered. It's likewise the home of Joscelin William Teimlia; the proclaimed Prince of Dysprosium. It's here that passerby may lay their head or even find a bite to eat. It's said that Joscelin may be the most giving of them all; offering whatever he has and assuring the poor a place always. The Prince's castle is also said to be the heart of the Rebel army. It lies near Night's Doorstep but closest to the Forum.

The Forum had once been the seat of many high prestigous men who had consulted of business affairs and politics. That time had passed though and now all that stones was ancient monument where men had once ruled with power. Now only any man, woman or child may sit upon these round steps or gather nearest the pillars for entertainment given freely by troupes of musicians or dancers. It's here that pitchmen also gather; hoping to sell their wares of food and other trinkets to those of Dysprosium.

It's here within Dysprosium, or otherwise known as Cat's Paw, that Elysium had once sprung from. It's the first stone of true civilization within Elysia but now had been forgotten with the passing years; built upon and left under the elegant archways of the upper class. Many should be wary of the populace here though for they are wary and not fond of anyone who supports the State and Empress.