This is sorta shaping up to those like, epic epigraphs at the beginning of Conan or Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser, where Howard and Leiber espose about their settings and heroes. I kinda like that idea.
Not overnight does a city accrue a thousand names. At one point in her history, Mother Metropolis was three distinct cities and bore three distinct names, each sundered by hundreds of miles and cultural divides twice as deep. To the west lay decadent Auhoboz, brightest jewel of the Oxelite Empire, erected more by slave than tusk or trunk. To the east lay stout Greysardin, last bastion against the ravages of the untameable Outer Sands beyond. Between both, built upon the banks of a nameless sea, lay mysterious Ibress, to whom the First Flood has swept clean all but their name.Thanks for reading! Return tomorrow for more names!