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- #000|Fort Rest is restful only if|you like saluting incessantly |and painting things white.|
- #001|Fort Drill inhabitants march|everywhere at the double, |and only in straight lines.|
- #002|The inhabitants call Fort of|Fi's architectural style |spartan. The rest, unliveable.|
- #003|All will go well for the|traveller here if their papers|are in perfect order.|
- #004|Fort Martial is well known|for its very strict application|of its laws.|
- #005|Caring nought for civic |pride, the Horde can only|celebrate by hitting the woad.|
- #006|Gentian was founded by an|ultra violet splinter group of|the Cobalt Hordes.|
- #007|Only its inhabitants have |never questioned the Dell's|proximity to the Hordes.|
- #008|Any city this close to the|Cobalt Hordes is guaranteed|to have the blues.|
- #009|It takes the highest annual|precipitation in the country |to wipe the slate clean.|
- #010|Ask not for whom the road|tolls, it tolls for thee.||
- #011|A local leisure resort, which|nevertheless gets a black mark|for being pier-less.|
- #012|Undisputed as the coldest|city in the world. Pack both|your cardigan and balaclava.|
- #013|The river runs with pitch,|foul clouds hide the sun. |How else could it be named|
- #014|The inhabiatants love to crow|about their tower, though it's|just a carbon copy.|
- #015|Proximity to the Pits of|Slough is the main drawback|to this unremarkable city.|
- #016|Tickhill by name, Tickhill by|nature. Most reluctantly|invaded city in the world.|
- #017|Home to aesthetes and to|monster worshippers (which|are one and the same).|
- #018|Big things are predicted for|this little city, fighting under|its tricolour banner.|
- #019|Surrounded by swamp,|reviled by the world, Slough|richly deserves its fate.|
- #020|Composed of suffocatingly|tidy villas, to be immobile |here is to be painted white.|
- #021|After the great pigeon plague|of '79, this became known as|White City.|
- #022|Home of the best, bravest|and brightest fighters in the|known world.|
- #023|There's just no way out|if you're truly caught in|the middle.|
- #024|This tranquil rural village |has never been successfully|defended.|
- #025|A decree has ordered that|everything be painted orange,|resulting in a tangerine dream|
- #026|A large, sprawling and very|untidy collection of huts and|hovels. Unredeemable.|
- #027|The castle is easily recognised|by the large brass band|running around the top.|
- #028|This was the pleasure palace|for the whole region. Now |its just the pits.|
- #029|No cares can oppress, no|strife can trouble at the |idyllic Totleigh Towers.|
- #030|Wallopians are much given|to incomprehensible banter,|and flight.|
- #031|Not even the fiercest will|wander outside the walls of|Darkmoor after sunset.|
- #032|Don't mention the war(s).|||
- #033|Lumbago Court is a place|where you can always get a|really good chat about gout.|
- #034|Rugby is the only city to |fight by the rules. They have|a mortgage on second place.|
- #035|Not quite beyond the limits,|Procul's Harem is just a|whiter shade of pale.|
- #036|Verdentia is famous for its|oddly painted homes, known |as the green house effect.|
- #037|The Celadonians, unlike their|rough Caledonian cousins, |like pottering in their gardens|
- #038|The houseproud inhabitants |of this city will defend their|herbaceous borders to the end|
- #039|The city makes its money by|fleecing greenhorns, lured by|tales of golden roads.|
- #040|Only the fiercest warriors|survive the daily battle for|existence in New Orc City|
- #041|Lashed by a wild and|dangerous surf, only a fool|would swim here.|
- #042|The Badgers Set, while not|a smart set, is a quiet haven |in the Wild Woods.|
- #043|A quiet, conservative, and|peaceful village. If only it|didn't produce werewolves!|
- #044|A drab little town, named|by land speculators. There |are no olives and no groves.|
- #045|Upper Stichley is the victor|in savage wars with Lower |& Middle Stichley.|
- #046|Definitely a man for all|seasons, so long as they're|all winter.|
- #047|The presses here produce|cheap, low grade paper with |a curious yellow tinge.|
- #048|The unsentimental folk here|tie yellow ribbons around|trees they are about to fell.|
- #049|The streets here really run|with gold. Its the color of|their industrial waste.|
- #050|The road would go ever on,|except for the ugly black|line ruled across it.|
- #051|Dropping ordinal virtues for|cardinal sins, Cinnabarians|like to paint the town red.|
- #052|The inhabitants of Sanguine|are paradoxically known as|excellent exsanguinators.|
- #053|Inordinately proud of their|bridge, Westgaters may be|due for a fall.|
- #054|Who can tell the difference|between an invasion fleet and|a regatta, anyway?|
- #055|According to obstinate|historians, all succesful|invasions must start here.|
- #056|Our motto: In Victory,|Malice, in Defeat, Revenge.||
- #057|No guest has ever emerged|to report on the activities|behind these forbidding walls|
- #058|Ejoying spacious grounds, |and well kept parks, Jura|Manor is a hunter's dream.|
- #059|A cheeky little castle, slightly|overdone on the nose, but |a provocative aftertaste.|
- #060|Castle Culdesac offers, if|not the good life, then|certainly a quiet one.|
- #061|Visitors, though rare, are |greeted with relish.||
- #062|Very, very remote, this is|ideal for immuring surplus|members of royal families.|
- #063|Surrounded by abandoned|remains of private pleasure |craft, the Hall is famous.|
- #064|Don't ask what happens|when you take the sea out |of Carse.|
- #065|Dogged by a bad reputation,|the Forest Weasels are keen|to improve their image.|
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