With it’s red tiled roofs and white washed walls, Morn sits on the shore of Lake Orshan. It’s lands surpass those of New Lyre for wealth and resources, and should be a power in Aerne if it wasn’t for two things. First, the city’s government is a bureaucratic nightmare of corrupt ministers, crooked judges and ineffectual nobility. No business gets done in Morn without hundreds of gold pieces in bribes. The fishers of Lake Orshan, the farmers in the lands around the city, and the miners shipping ore down from the mountains all pay exorbitant taxes. Constant bickering and in-fighting between the ruling class makes running the city nearly impossible. Morn is, in essence, a backwater slum in the guise of a large city.
The second reason is the thousands of Imperial troops camped outside of Morn, ready to storm the walls and sack the city. The Siege of Morn has been going for six months at this point and the Imperium has choked off all supplies going into the city. Only the black market smugglers and clandestine fishermen are keeping Morn’s citizens fed. At this point, the people of Morn might be willing to let the Imperium in, just to get it over with. That, and secretly, many Mornish smile at the thought of what will happen to the city’s leaders should the Imperium’s troops prevail.