Furthinghome

Built on the site of one of the first human settlements in what would become Aglarond, Furthinghome (population 40,643) is one of the largest cities in the land, second only to Velprintalar itself. Lord Fardyl Albin (LN male human Ari16), a descendant of the old royal line of Velprin, rules the city.

He is a member of Aglarond’s Royal Council but prefers to leave the affairs of the kingdom to the Simbul, concentrating on keeping things as they’ve always been in his city and catering to the interests of its powerful merchants (many with similarly noble pedigrees). Ships from many nearby nations continually scud in and out of Furthinghome’s port. The harbor is smaller and shallower than that of Velprintalar, so only merchants with smaller vessels can use it. The people of Furthinghome are hungry for exotic imports from other lands and export goods of all sorts to the rest of Faerûn, including fish, produce, a limited amount of Yuirwood timber, and the famous herbs and flowers grown in the city’s numerous greenhouses.

Furthinghome is built in and around a circular road that extends from the port into the rest of the town. Near the port, in the center of the business district, is a large, cobblestoned public park known as Old Furthing, which is the social and financial center of the city. Merchant princes and magnates meet here to arrange trades and broker deals affecting the fortunes of the entire kingdom. Most of the buildings are extremely old, built of stone and weathered wood. As in the rest of Aglarond, there is little new wooden construction.

Furthinghome’s eastern hills are blighted by one of the few truly impoverished areas to be found in Aglarond. Generations ago, settlers driven off from the eaves of the Yuirwood came here and raised a sprawling shantytown of lean-tos and thatch huts called Furthingharrow. While the lords and merchants of Furthinghome live in grand manors overlooking the sea, the poor folk of Furthingharrow scrabble to make a living by hiring themselves out as dockworkers, laborers, and drivers. The slums have become a center of human racist sentiment, since most of the people here blame the elves for their lack of prosperity. They believe it takes elven blood to get ahead in Aglarond, and the Sons of Hoar have found the warrens of Furthingharrow a fruitful ground for recruiting to their cause.

Furthinghome is also known as the City of the Peacock. Flocks of the birds roam the countryside, having been brought here nearly a century ago for a Mulhorandi nobleman by the name of Lord Ceraut. Since his death, his beautiful estate has gone to seed, and the peacocks run wild.