Cambor

Cambor's Hole
A delapidated collection of hovels, lean-tos and the gutted shells of buildings make the whole of Cambor proper. Many of the older stone buildings have been surrounded by impromptu construction of houses made of assorted materials, and refuse. Narrow lots between these slums are home to garden strips that are hard worked to produce enough food the feed the hungry mouths of the city.

Pigs are a constant sight, wandering from street to street being goaded by stick weilding, barefoot children and women. The man can be found in back rooms playing dice and cards, cussing and drinking Cambori spirits.

Cambor is a city that has fallen on very hard times and has survived, but in doing so has sacrificed its collective will to improve the conditions. Here, survival is simply enough.

History/Background
The Cambor region was once a vital and thriving community with a rich and vibrant artistic and cultural tradition. This vitality was eclipsed by the rise of Ozea's economic power and the usurpation of the arts by the Trinitine Faith. This, coupled with the lack of a sufficient harbor, navigable river, and no trade routes, the city fell on very hard times.

The golden city of Cambor Watt became known as Cambor's Hole with the local economy decaying into subsistence level farming and criminal activities. While Buzzard's Bay to the south gained a new lease on life through tea cultivation, and with the vast Ozian and Sangrealian Olive orchards, vinyards, and grainfields to the north, Cambor had nothing to offer.

Erosion dealt the region a staggering blow when over-cultivation of the Camborian Plains turned the soil barren. Wind drove it into a sandstorm, and the vast, once fertile fields were little more than dustbowls. Still, after the plains regained their top cover, many Camborians remained in the city. The fields were never recultivated as the agriculturally minded fled the city, flooding Ozea with refugees, while others sought sanctuary in Acton, with the Bosque folk.

Cambor Monastary
The largest building in Cambor, the monastary tends what acres of land that are close to being commercially farmed. In exchange for bags of flour, the poor of the city can volunteer to work the fields, or the mill where it is ground. The Monks there try to repair the damage done to the city, but even the tireless efforts of the Pauper monks can do little to rouse the spirits of the populace.

Plot Hooks
He went where? - The PCs are charged with finding a fugitive who has escaped custody and has been rumored to be hiding in the squalor of Cambor. Can the PCs find their way through the ramshackle city without getting a knife in the back and robbed blind? Can they face the pitiful conditions there, or the acceptance of them?

We have to go where? - Inverse of the above, the PCs have to hide a VIP in Cambor while the assassins crawl all over the main city. can they stand to be parted from their wealth, temporarily and don lice infested jerkins to blend in?

No Good Deed - The PCs decide to, or are enlisted in changing the situation in Cambor, possibly being granted the area as payment for deeds rendered. Can they face a population that just doesnt care anymore, can they pay their taxes to the lord when the only source of income is their own adventuring?

For the Faith - The PCs travel to the monastary for reason X, and to get there, they have to pass through the roughest quarters of the city, facing its rival gangs, guilds, and petty ward tyrants.