You’ve come to see the legend in all it’s glory. And it doesn’t disappoint. From the uplands approaches, Fallscliff appears to just be a well fortified city on the edge of the Drop, with an unusual feature in the form of the Highway that stretches over the city. However, from within and below you get a true understanding of the scope of the city of Fallscliff.
The city actually delves within the cliff-face, stretching all the way from the lowland lake, to the top of the Drop. The Cliffside Highway, once it enters the city gates, ramps up above the city and even out over the Drop before crossing the Great River Cataract, then descending to the other side and the far gate. The two massive primary supports for the Bridge, rising up out of the water’s edge on each side, also host the wheelhouses for the gigantic freight elevators running up and down the cliff-face. Each elevator runs two platforms that run opposite each other. Each platform is capable of carrying fifty horsemen, with their horses and gear, without being crowded. There has not yet been a maximum weight limit discovered.
The support pillars also serve as buildings within the city. The southern pillar is the city administration headquarters with city guard barracks at top and bottom, they even have access to the highway bridge from the upper barracks. The northern pillar is the Imperial Arms Inn. The top level, with access to the highway bridge, is a massive stable capable of housing nearly two hundred horses around it’s outer perimeter, as it actually spirals down onto a second level which serves as the stableyard and main entrance to the inn itself. Half the area of the second level is stableyard while the other half is the common room. Beneath the stableyard is the wheelhouse of the elevator, taking up two levels. beneath the common room is the luxury rooms of the inn, about fifty in all. The next level down is the landing area of the freight elevator, with another entrance for the inn. The next few levels down are the economy rooms of the inn, and the mercenaries’ guild offices. Each of the top five levels of the inn were made to accomodate the size of giants. The lower levels are accessible to giants, but they always have to stoop.
The common room of the inn, where you find yourself now, is itself a wonder to behold. There is a stage at one end with performers taking turns entertaining, only they’re inaudible less than halfway across the room. The bar runs across the back of the room running from the stage, which is at the same level as the top of the bar, to about three quarters from the end of the room, and is backed by the true support pillar of the bridge structure. Beyond the end of the bar is the access to the other levels of the inn. There must be nearly two hundred people in the common room, not counting serving people. All of them are mercenaries, adventurers, and the like, or people looking to hire them.
The people in this place represent almost every sentient species on the planet. There’s even a small party of elves in the corner by the stage. There are stories of them visiting Fallscliff once every ten years for some reason, but nobody ever seems able to find out why.
Welcome to Fallscliff, and the Imperial Arms Inn.