Region: The Wastelands
Positive Traits: Peaceful, Reliable, Accepting
Negative Traits: Melancholy, Inattentive, Forgetful
Consider This Culture If: You like the rain, witches, and urban fantasy stories
Overview: There is a city in the rain, with oxidized copper flashing on almost all of the buildings, pointed roofs peeking out from the tree tops, with the sounds of flute music and softly murmuring voices providing a melody while the ceaseless rain drums the beat. The people are slow and methodical. They respect the aspect of change within decay and find beauty in the result.
They are a people of simmering stews, and briny, pickled treats. The soft air is always fragrant with cooking food, with night blooming flowers, with the smell of mud and petrichor.
The trees grow thick along roads, their branches interlinked to create dry pockets where souls stop to rest. Peace gives a sleepy air to the people.
It is quiet, melancholic, a place of respite and reflection. Joy comes on the winds to stir hearts, but soon equilibrium is reached again.
Ossidà is a forgetful city, where the past is steadily washed down gutters and away into storm drains. The people there live and let live for the most part, hospitality as baked into the fiber of its populace as the green stain running down from the town hall’s ornate copper dome. People are invited into homes; shop doors and entryways are always open. A fire burning in the hearth is a warm, welcoming glow to anyone in need.
For those that take advantage of the goodwill of Ossidà, their future is a cold, bleak ostracism; exclusion from both the communal tables and the family hearth. Ignored and stigmatized, people who have committed more serious transgressions and even violent crimes, and those who refuse to or are unable to make amends with those who they have wronged, will be washed away by the rain – they either leave Ossidà of their own free will when the isolation becomes unbearable, or are escorted by the Copper Guard.
Those born in Ossidà are accustomed to decay, drenched as they are. Abandoned buildings are left to return to forest completely before construction may begin on that spot again, all the while the life that took place within continues – in this way, one often sees meetings and tradesmen, even teachers, gathering in the overgrown foundation of a dilapidated home. The hearth is still good for fire, the anvil still prime to strike, one need not desks or black boards to read. It is a cultural tradition to not rush something to its end, as well as bear witness to the changes that happen inevitably with time.