In the World of Greyhawk campaign setting for the Dungeons & Dragons fantasy roleplaying game, Dyvers, the "City of Sails," is a free city and political state in the central Flanaess. The city itself is officially known as the Free and Independent City of Dyvers, while the political state is known as the Free Lands of Dyvers.
Dyvers was originally the capital of Furyondy, an important trading center with the lake and river traffic from Bissel, Nyrond, the Urnst states, and even lands as far away as Perrenland and the Theocracy of the Pale. Dyvers proclaimed itself a free city in 526 CY, alleging that it was uncomfortable with Furyondy allying with Veluna, a state whose policies Dyvers found overly restrictive. This was probably just a pretext, but King Thrommel II of Furyondy allowed the secession to pass in return for Dyvers continuing to contribute taxes and levies to Furyondian coffers.
Dyvers lays claim to some 2,000 square miles (5,000 km2) of territory along the south bank of the Velverdyva to the Gnarley Forest. It also claims a number of small islands at the mouth of the great river, which are heavily wharfed and warehoused and form the center of the River Quarter of the city.
Cross your heart and hope to die?
These are the words and your lies.
Goddamn this night and your brand new world.
Where is the flame that burns still bright?
I spent one hour dying hard.
I pushed and shoved until I cried.
Not because of you or the world I've seen.
A little crack in the sky so bright,
reveals the truth of useless time.
I'm just so lost without you all.
My wasted years of denial.
Wake up the angels inside you,
invite the demon that loves us all.
Goddamn this mind that is full of hate,
ride my everlasting war.
Tell me what to do,
I have trained myself for you.
Through the flames of hell,
suffered inside my shell.
Shot cold so many times,
I have lived among your lies
Through the flames of hell,
suffered inside my shell
Wake up the dead besides you,
invite the fire that greets us warm.
Goddamn these needles that take me away,
ride my everlasting war.
A little crack in the sky so bright,
reveals the truth of useless time.