[This entry seeks to describe the Millucis district as was its state towards the end of the fourth century.]
western fringes of the Mareilon marketplace marked the boundary of the
dark, run-down Millucis district. In the light of day, the Millucis was
nothing more than a dirty, disease-infested hole. When night came to
Mareilon, the notoriously crim-infested Millucis became a nightmare.
Gangs roamed the streets armed with clubs and knives, looking for their
rival gangs. The only people seen alone in the district at night were
hurrying from some hidden brothel to the nearest tavern within running
distance. As with any such district, the Millucis was a haven for
thieves, escaped convicts, and even an odd mix of monsters from the
outlying areas. Oddly enough, one could also find a large proportion of
those from various religious orders, hoping to find new converts amidst
the destitute, but those types did not go out at night, and they never
stayed in the area too long anyway. Much of the population of Millicis
frequented the taverns, drinking
themselves into a stupor, because they had nowhere else to go.
They hid there, from themselves, their lives, and their pain.
to those who lived their entire life in Mareilon, the Millucis seemed a
mysterious and impenetrable world. Every now and then, a new mayor
would burst onto the scene full of enthusiasm and promises for civic
improvement. He would order tighter police involvement in the district,
and would exert enormous energy towards ending the poverty of the area.
Residents of the Millucis knew the routine well, and over the years it
began to take on the appearance of a tired and unamusing ritual.
city’s token police force, too lazy and unwilling to argue with
whatever fresh young mayor had just taken office, made a grand show of
marching through the district and cleaning out the scum from the
darkest corners. In reality, nothing of the kind ever took place. The
police, who had long since given up on the Millucis, went to the best
tavern in the area, asked a few questions, took a few notes, drank some
phlog, and went home. Several reports, filed in triplicate, would
eventually reach the beautiful rosewood desk of the mayor telling him
that the situation was hopeless, that the neighborhood was beyond
recovery. In the meantime, every local resident quietly went along with
the charade. Most told the police nothing, resentfulof the authority
that the police claimed over them. Those frightened enough to answer
the questions all said the same thing.
"Can you name anyone who is involved with the local gangs," they would ask.
"No. No, of course not," came the hurried answer.
two most infamous gangs of Millucis were the Bloodworms and the
Hellhounds (the later far more dangerous), until 393 when the
Nightwings arose on the scene. In no time at all the Hounds, an
going back years before most could recall, found themselves scrambling
to make up ground that vanished when the Wings came storming onto the
398 saw the birth of Zarfil's plans. This
Millucis native, a descendant of Prince Argonel, sought to overthrow
the current government of Mareilon and claim the city-state for his
own. He was successful at uniting all of the rival gangs as one unit
for his schemes. Throughout this ordeal, Zarfil organized
large mobs to instigate riots in the streets, robbing and beating
anyone who got in their way. Buildings were set aflame, and the entire
unified Nightwing and Hellhound gangs began their revolution against
the Mareilon government. They managed to possess the city and then set
out to invade Galepath. In the process, most of the gang members were
consumed by Nezgeth warriors from the Kovalli Desert. Because of this
mishap, the Millucis district was cleansed of virtually all of its gang
activity. Following this calamity, repair work began on the devastated district.
This district, along with the rest of Mareilon, was destroyed by the Endless Fire in 773 GUE.