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A town to the far west of Babbage, usually accessible by a day or two travel by train. One must say ”usually” or ”often” when speaking of the train service to Ichor Falls.
Noted for the surrounding forest, the Stillwood, and the three curled creeks that flow from it. it’s chief exports are lumber and Ichorbrau, a locally brewed ale. The town has its own superstitions, most involving the Stillwood and the creeks, called the Three Sisters. The superstitions and legends surrounding the Stillwood partially fuel Ichor Falls logging industry: they’re trying to clear the forest before it gets them.
”I went via airship, as the town has no real railway access, something about the Circle Woods around it making it difficult or something. It was obviously a short journey by air, made longer by the fact that their docking tower is a ramshackle affair better suited to Bump. The captian couldn’t seem to work out how to safely dock, and the local ground crew’s dialect made it difficult to understand was on the ground, my pengi bearers hauling the crates of equipment I needed to the hotel I had made arrangements at. It’s a small affair, about a quarter of the size of Brunel, but more importantly, it had a lock on the door, proper ventilation, and a fully stocked bar in the lobby. Unfortunatly it was a different place where I was to meet my contact, a cafe down the street. I had a few hours, so went for a walk around the town. It was getting dark, and I had seen few people out and about, the howling of wolves from the woods possibly the reason, as the town had no walls. I saw one of the nightwatchmen staning on the corner, filling his pipe and went to ask wether they had problems with the local canids, possibly I could offer the town some of my hunter clanks. The man just gave me a strange look “There an’t no wolves in the Circle Woods.”
-Prof. Grendel Footman