#000|Fort Rest is restful only if|you like saluting incessantly |and painting things white.|
#001|Fort Drill inhabitants march|everywhere at the double, |and only in straight lines.|
#002|The inhabitants call Fort of|Fi's architectural style |spartan. The rest, unliveable.|
#003|All will go well for the|traveller here if their papers|are in perfect order.|
#004|Fort Martial is well known|for its very strict application|of its laws.|
#005|Caring nought for civic |pride, the Horde can only|celebrate by hitting the woad.|
#006|Gentian was founded by an|ultra violet splinter group of|the Cobalt Hordes.|
#007|Only its inhabitants have |never questioned the Dell's|proximity to the Hordes.|
#008|Any city this close to the|Cobalt Hordes is guaranteed|to have the blues.|
#009|It takes the highest annual|precipitation in the country |to wipe the slate clean.|
#010|Ask not for whom the road|tolls, it tolls for thee.||
#011|A local leisure resort, which|nevertheless gets a black mark|for being pier-less.|
#012|Undisputed as the coldest|city in the world. Pack both|your cardigan and balaclava.|
#013|The river runs with pitch,|foul clouds hide the sun. |How else could it be named|
#014|The inhabiatants love to crow|about their tower, though it's|just a carbon copy.|
#015|Proximity to the Pits of|Slough is the main drawback|to this unremarkable city.|
#016|Tickhill by name, Tickhill by|nature. Most reluctantly|invaded city in the world.|
#017|Home to aesthetes and to|monster worshippers (which|are one and the same).|
#018|Big things are predicted for|this little city, fighting under|its tricolour banner.|
#019|Surrounded by swamp,|reviled by the world, Slough|richly deserves its fate.|
#020|Composed of suffocatingly|tidy villas, to be immobile |here is to be painted white.|
#021|After the great pigeon plague|of '79, this became known as|White City.|
#022|Home of the best, bravest|and brightest fighters in the|known world.|
#023|There's just no way out|if you're truly caught in|the middle.|
#024|This tranquil rural village |has never been successfully|defended.|
#025|A decree has ordered that|everything be painted orange,|resulting in a tangerine dream|
#026|A large, sprawling and very|untidy collection of huts and|hovels. Unredeemable.|
#027|The castle is easily recognised|by the large brass band|running around the top.|
#028|This was the pleasure palace|for the whole region. Now |its just the pits.|
#029|No cares can oppress, no|strife can trouble at the |idyllic Totleigh Towers.|
#030|Wallopians are much given|to incomprehensible banter,|and flight.|
#031|Not even the fiercest will|wander outside the walls of|Darkmoor after sunset.|
#032|Don't mention the war(s).|||
#033|Lumbago Court is a place|where you can always get a|really good chat about gout.|
#034|Rugby is the only city to |fight by the rules. They have|a mortgage on second place.|
#035|Not quite beyond the limits,|Procul's Harem is just a|whiter shade of pale.|
#036|Verdentia is famous for its|oddly painted homes, known |as the green house effect.|
#037|The Celadonians, unlike their|rough Caledonian cousins, |like pottering in their gardens|
#038|The houseproud inhabitants |of this city will defend their|herbaceous borders to the end|
#039|The city makes its money by|fleecing greenhorns, lured by|tales of golden roads.|
#040|Only the fiercest warriors|survive the daily battle for|existence in New Orc City|
#041|Lashed by a wild and|dangerous surf, only a fool|would swim here.|
#042|The Badgers Set, while not|a smart set, is a quiet haven |in the Wild Woods.|
#043|A quiet, conservative, and|peaceful village. If only it|didn't produce werewolves!|
#044|A drab little town, named|by land speculators. There |are no olives and no groves.|
#045|Upper Stichley is the victor|in savage wars with Lower |& Middle Stichley.|
#046|Definitely a man for all|seasons, so long as they're|all winter.|
#047|The presses here produce|cheap, low grade paper with |a curious yellow tinge.|
#048|The unsentimental folk here|tie yellow ribbons around|trees they are about to fell.|
#049|The streets here really run|with gold. Its the color of|their industrial waste.|
#050|The road would go ever on,|except for the ugly black|line ruled across it.|
#051|Dropping ordinal virtues for|cardinal sins, Cinnabarians|like to paint the town red.|
#052|The inhabitants of Sanguine|are paradoxically known as|excellent exsanguinators.|
#053|Inordinately proud of their|bridge, Westgaters may be|due for a fall.|
#054|Who can tell the difference|between an invasion fleet and|a regatta, anyway?|
#055|According to obstinate|historians, all succesful|invasions must start here.|
#056|Our motto: In Victory,|Malice, in Defeat, Revenge.||
#057|No guest has ever emerged|to report on the activities|behind these forbidding walls|
#058|Ejoying spacious grounds, |and well kept parks, Jura|Manor is a hunter's dream.|
#059|A cheeky little castle, slightly|overdone on the nose, but |a provocative aftertaste.|
#060|Castle Culdesac offers, if|not the good life, then|certainly a quiet one.|
#061|Visitors, though rare, are |greeted with relish.||
#062|Very, very remote, this is|ideal for immuring surplus|members of royal families.|
#063|Surrounded by abandoned|remains of private pleasure |craft, the Hall is famous.|
#064|Don't ask what happens|when you take the sea out |of Carse.|
#065|Dogged by a bad reputation,|the Forest Weasels are keen|to improve their image.|
