Some hundred years ago, Baldur's Gate was a capital city of roughly 40'000 souls. But during the dark years of the Spellplague, the city laid untouched by wild magics. Thousands of people moved in, from everywhere around Faerun. Every race has its place, even its ward beyond the former city walls, and the housings spread across the lands. The population swelled so much, it has become the most populous city in the realms, larger even than Waterdeep and Calimport. The Flaming Fist now acts as the local militia, under the order of Grand Duke Portyr and the city's parliament. Life is good, if not always quiet, in the Miracle City, and in this warm Elcasias day, the sun would shine as high as the polulace's spirit, if it could be seen. Darkness covers the city just as it covered the rest of the coast, but Baldurians don't get worried over such phenomenon. The gods have protected the city through the spellplague, and the word around town is that they will protect it through this as well.
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