Northern Tanglestone is essentially the idyllic portion of the city. It is what the residents know. It’s mostly safe — there are troubles with renegades and madmen, the occasional band of cannibals creeping into populated sections, or with shadowy things such as boggarts or dark-walkers, and sometimes the harpies descend too far. But these are accepted risks, and if one must stray into the wrong section of an abandoned district or into the tunnels underneath the city, that’s what the Battlemen, Night Sweepers and to a lesser extent the Sewerjacks are for.
The center portion of the city is rarely visited. Mostly it’s referred to in old texts, when there was more trade between the guild-clans at the northmost end of the city and the institutions of the center — the Theater, the Palace, Artist’s Row, the Arena, the Hospital, the Museum, even the Asylum. Trade fell off centuries ago, and generally bad things happen to those who go wandering south. Battlemen records speak of marauding bands of beast-men, killing shadows, and of roars of bloodlust that echo from the Arena.
The southern portion of the city is all but mythical to the northern residents. One theory holds that it is symmetrical to the north, containing the same institutions. Another suggests that is is the inverse: a bastion of ignorance where the Library would be, a tower of blasphemies mirroring the Mysteria, and so on. Some wonder if there’s anything at all there, or just a gaping, rubble-lined pit to Nothing.