The Tanneries of Akorros are unpleasant enough for those who visit or work there. Surely no-one and nothing is desperate enough to try to live there? Surely? The Tannery Rats Mounds of refuse by the side of the alley are live with maggots, squirming through the putrefying flesh, and flies are everywhere. A mound shifts … Continue reading Developing Akorros: the Tannery Residents
As you head down South Road, the fumes roll over you, catching in your throat and making you cough and splutter with the acrid smell of urea and the overpowering stench of rotting flesh until the wind changes again. You thankfully take in breaths of the clear cold winter air again, appreciating its freshness all the more.