Z'kron Kha'Serith
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Anepithymitos Anonymos
Undesirable Nameless
Undesirable Nameless
The first Olympian settlers had named it Aponus Cove – some said in reference to their old gods and others claimed it to be the name of the man who originally laid eyes on its waters. The name itself had been nearly forgotten due to disuse when the Portside District was built on the southern edge of the island; the Olympians had no need for the smaller, less accessible bent bay on the inhospitable western cliffs and thus abandoned it as unnecessary and useless. The trails between the city and the cove died out to little more than a footpath and the land itself forgotten in Olympia’s press for expansion.
There were some, though, that never forgot, though they themselves were forgotten too.
Tradition was a powerful motivator on the islands; children who were born to unknown parents were abandoned to the lowest class of society and forgotten, having no surname and therefore no position or inheritance to claim. They became drifting street urchins, making their livings by begging in between City Militia patrols or stealing from unsuspecting pocketbooks. Slaves ran with them, too – unwanted, thrown away, or simply trying to avoid their masters’ searching gaze – as, at this level among these people, none cared to know one’s past. Leftover remnants of pirates, tired old religious fanatics, castaways, and other undesirables lumped with the group that Olympian preferred more to deny even existed – let alone existed because of their actions.
By instinct, they shuffled off to the remotest corners of the island they could find – unwanted and forgotten. No one really knew why or how they gravitated to Aponus Cove. No one really knew how they built up their own miniature city on its beaches. No one really cared to know. Society’s accepted ranks preferred to pretend that this tiny Neos Olympia didn’t exist at all – just like its inhabitants – and pointedly ignored it, though also did nothing to stop it. As long as the nameless ones, the undesirable ones, and those accompanying dredges of society were kept far out of their sight, they cared little what they did with their time.
In the Eunesian tongue, this burgeoning town was named Anepithymitos Anonymos. In the Common, it translated as the “Undesirable Nameless”. They created their own faux-society in the embracing arms of the mountains to mimic that seen on the glowing hill of the Acropolis. They made their own code of laws by which their members lived. They formed their own economy of trade and barter, both between themselves and those brave traders from the other Eunesian Isles that found this black market more profitable than the legitimate one to the south.
It was in this way did the community of the Anepithymitos Anonymos find its niche – the market for any disreputable good. And it was this fact that kept shut the eyes of the paleos koinonia and thus the swords of the City Militia. A tenuous peace had been formed between the Gerousia Paragonia and the leadership of the Anepithymitos – a no look, no tell policy that had boosted the finances and trade of both regions of the island and thus brought gold to all the appropriate pockets. Both societies profited. Both societies won. Therefore, both societies flourished.
Still, they were the unwanted. The small hamlet was tucked away past the encircling ridge of mountains and reachable only by a thin, windy path on land and a gated canyon by water. The inhabitants of Anepithymitos Anonymos were overly cautious and wary of strangers – unless they had the right amount of coin. With a well-placed bribe and a soft word, citizen or non-citizen alike could slip past the guards and enter the open-air market. With another, one might even be made privy to the darker side of Olympian pastimes – fights, lounges, and the only prostitution available on the island.