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The map of Sencor

I thought it would be better to read the book when knowing a bit more about the city itself. Sencor is surrounded by high walls so no one would be able to escape. There are also four gates: the main gate and then three leading to the lakes surrounding the city.
Sencor was built there due to the amount of water. Sencurium had been washed into lakes and ponds and seas. With the prisoners living so close to the water, they could spend all of their time working for the Emperor collecting the green metal.
Since the building was done in a rush, there wasn't much order to how the buildings were placed but after the fire, most of the buildings had to be rebuilt by prisoners which meant better planning. That is why some of the houses are aligned orderly while others seemed to be placed randomly.
A section of the town is reserved for the guards who have to live in the city. There are also many watchtowers to keep an eye on things going on in the city.
All of the sencurium found by the prisoners is kept in three safe houses. They stand out from other buildings thanks to their size and red roofs. There are also big statues of ravens on the corners of the houses.
I will be posting more about the backstory of Sencor and the story and things that keep me motivated.



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  1. KaielaAugust 15, 2017 at 2:39 PM

    That's so cool, I love the idea, can't wait to see and read more :)

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    1. PearlAugust 15, 2017 at 3:01 PM

      Was also thinking of some character illustrations but not sure if I have the talent :D

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