“Venice?” I hear you say! “I thought that you were only doing fantastical places that didn’t exist!” Well, THIS Venice doesn’t exist! Because in this Venice in the 1920s mages were hunted here by the elvish church, and halfling gypsies sang jazz, russian dwarves piloted biplanes, american orcs defected and slummed, tuxedoed english goblin spies ran with wristwatch-knife and a warterskin of martini, a pack of native fae threw wild big-band parties, and arabic gnomes all met in a mad land of chaos under a crazy Doge who tried to sink the city into the sea.
Mapday is a thing where I make a map of a place that doesn’t exist (or, well, not really) and I post it up on mondays under the #MAPDAY tag.
(Last week on Mapday: A City of Refugees and favellas, the Port of Victwain! Final map from that campaign I ran last year. Whew!)