Of Gods and Gamemasters

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Snapshots of Barrow

The many faces of Barrow, shown via free use pictures from Pixabay, some modified in Affinity Photo by me.

You belong to the city. You belong to the night.

In Barrow, the mists don't block your path. You just . . . never get around to leaving.

Downtown, the Square is glass and steel, a truly modern city center, But even there, shadows abound, and the alleys are far from safe.

The best and worst have their demons.

If you knew that no one would ever know how hard you fought, how much you sacrificed, would you still be a hero?

How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? More than you'll find in Barrow.

The large Portugese population has several thriving neighborhoods. And brought their own legends with them.

Days seem to go by quickly in Barrow. The nights last forever.

Bridges are liminal spaces. Betwixt and between. Barrow has 13 *major* bridges.

There are many abandoned buildings in Barrow. They aren't always there when you look for them. 

Another rainy night in Barrow. Most of them are, it seems.

The streets of Barrow are often shrouded in fog, muffling and warping sound, hiding details. This is perfect for many of its denizens.

Many roads lead to Barrow. They rarely lead out. 

When you hear a coughing bark outside . . . Don't open the door.

There's something in the water. 

There are many distinct neighborhoods in the city. Some seem like a city from a different time and place entirely.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night . . .

Try to stay in the light.

Will you face down the hungry dark with nothing but a candle, so that even one soul might see a moment of light?

Beware the smiling face. It often hides sharp teeth.

Cities cast a deep shadow.

There are many underpasses and tunnels in Barrow. Some things use them to hide from the sun. Walk warily.

So many houses in Barrow are old. Even the stones are tired, and the windows are eyes that have seen too much.

Barrow is an old city, with a lot of graveyards. More than it ought to have, really. And some of the stones are *much* older than the city itself.