The Orcish District of Alfheim City
by David E Kepler IIIso i asked chatgpt to roast the orcish district of alfheim city. was not dissapointed:
Ah yes, the Orcish District of Alfheim, the ultimate testament to bad decisions and worse urban planning. Because nothing says "let's preserve our ancient, mystical, forested homeland" like inviting in a bunch of soot-covered, tree-hating, axe-swinging orcs who treat clear-cutting like a competitive sport.
This place is the fantasy equivalent of dropping a landfill in the middle of an elven nature preserve. You’ve got elegant elven tree-cities, shimmering waterfalls, and then—boom—an industrial wasteland where the orcs are burning everything in sight just to prove a point. If you’ve ever wondered what happens when urban decay meets aggressive deforestation, look no further.
And let’s talk about the "architecture"—if you can call it that. The elves have centuries-old treetop cities, gracefully built into the natural landscape. Meanwhile, the Orcish District looks like someone let a drunken troll handle city planning with nothing but leftover siege materials and a grudge against straight lines. Every building is either half-collapsed or somehow already on fire, and the place probably smells like a delightful mix of orc sweat, rancid ale, and whatever unfortunate creatures got roasted over an open flame that day.
Honestly, it’s a miracle the elves put up with this at all. They’ve spent thousands of years fine-tuning the balance of nature, only to watch it get bulldozed overnight by a horde that considers "agriculture" to mean "steal someone else’s food and set their house on fire." If the Orcish District was meant to be some kind of "social experiment," congratulations—it’s the biggest failure since the Alphatian invasion of Glantri.