Editing New Jhelom (section)

==Misc==
Stuff here has no real home due to a lack of a name, or detail, or specificity.
* All of the Saltbirds of the world migrate to the very same island once a year.
* Every seven years, rain falls up instead of down.
* "Ikshi" is a commonly cultivated grass that serves a wide variety of functions through different societies. When pounded and dried, it's thick leaves can be easily made into small durable briquettes, slightly wider around than a coin. These "briques" are notable for their incredibly long shelf life, and are used for many purposes, depending on the culture and the context. They can be brewed into a tea-like beverage that is omnipresent among street vendors in some major cities, they can be used as incense, they can be chewed as a bitter-sweet treat, they can cut and smoked in a pipe. The plant seems to have slight addictive and stimulant properties.
*: However, the brique's most common purpose, surprisingly, is as a sort of universal currency. Because it is so easily obtainable, it is often used as a quick means of trade between merchants when they work across state lines, or if they wish to avoid taxation from the government.
*: Today, it is so common that many everyday sayings reference this simple plant.
**You'll never believe this. Those Arhkan barbarians from the north? They take perfectly good Ikshi bricks, grind them into powder, and mix them with lead and mercury. Yes, that's right, -lead- and -mercury-. They then seal themselves up in tight rooms and burn the stuff to breath the fumes. Apparently it allows them to commune with their heathen gods or something, help them find whatever it is they come down here looking for.
* Ah, have you seen my new pet? A trader from the South brought it to market. They call it a "cat". They supposedly maul and kill demons in the realm of dreams. I laughed at the idea at first.... but since I purchased it, I have had no nightmares to speak of.
* The ab-dead city of Asurya mourns itself in the center of the grey plains
** Asurya skulks across the world, the city that flees the sun.
*: The idea is the city is dead. It's surrounded by dead land; a wasteland. Inside, the laws of physics are slightly loose. The stalking happens with some bizarre ethereal presence - the city is like an enormous mosquito, stealing life, rest and nighttime from other cities to keep itself permenently in darkness. The stalking also comes from the fact that it's more of a city concept now - if you take a wrong turn in a city that's feeding Asurya, you find yourself *in* Asurya. No way home but a very long walk.
*: There's a city council, a guard, etc, who keep merchant trains moving to keep the city economy alive, and make it safe for the crafting Houses to work, but things are a bit.. weird there. I'll do a write-up for the next one.