The country has long since lost its Old World names, replacing them instead with whatever words fit the people there. A long standing tradition dictates that they should be called by their officially documented names but no-one cares to follow that. Nowadays they call a place by whatever's most likely to kill you.
Take, for instance, Snaresbrook. One of the largest riverside settlements in the eastern countryside. You've probably guessed by now that they gained their name by trapping the river. While they use a lot of snares, their victims generally drown before any local can get to them. Lord above knows what they've tethered the snares to deep down in the murky river, but it works a treat for them and drags whatever unfortunate creature down until they bob up dead and bloated.
Another fun place to walk past (from quite a distance) is DogBite. Now this town doesn't have man actual dogs there and the name is a shortened version of Dogged Biters (dogged meaning grim persistence) in reference to the way the children like to latch onto strange adults in large swarms, hanging off them until they stop moving. Some say that the children aren;t even human and that their saliva causes madness but this can't be proven - who has a working lab these days?
As for myself, I live in a large-ish series of villages,collectively called Blodberth, from blood-breath. Unlike the other settlements we don't use unmanned traps or send children to bring food back in for us. We keep it quiet and personal, just between us and our prey. The preferred method is where we hide ourselves in the grass, in the bricks and dirt and rubble, making it look like there's nothing but empty houses ripe for raiders. Outsiders always fall for it and the second their backs are to enough of us we come along and slit their throats. If they watch their backs carefully enough we don't get to them quite as directly, having to pierce their backs with long slim needles and let their lungs slowly fill with blood until the collapse into helpless the writhing worms that humanity is full of.
Take, for instance, Snaresbrook. One of the largest riverside settlements in the eastern countryside. You've probably guessed by now that they gained their name by trapping the river. While they use a lot of snares, their victims generally drown before any local can get to them. Lord above knows what they've tethered the snares to deep down in the murky river, but it works a treat for them and drags whatever unfortunate creature down until they bob up dead and bloated.
Another fun place to walk past (from quite a distance) is DogBite. Now this town doesn't have man actual dogs there and the name is a shortened version of Dogged Biters (dogged meaning grim persistence) in reference to the way the children like to latch onto strange adults in large swarms, hanging off them until they stop moving. Some say that the children aren;t even human and that their saliva causes madness but this can't be proven - who has a working lab these days?
As for myself, I live in a large-ish series of villages,collectively called Blodberth, from blood-breath. Unlike the other settlements we don't use unmanned traps or send children to bring food back in for us. We keep it quiet and personal, just between us and our prey. The preferred method is where we hide ourselves in the grass, in the bricks and dirt and rubble, making it look like there's nothing but empty houses ripe for raiders. Outsiders always fall for it and the second their backs are to enough of us we come along and slit their throats. If they watch their backs carefully enough we don't get to them quite as directly, having to pierce their backs with long slim needles and let their lungs slowly fill with blood until the collapse into helpless the writhing worms that humanity is full of.
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