I was quite eager to enter, as well - I have heard, as many people have heard, that the Presbyterate is a perfect, timeless, unchanging kingdom of limitless wealth and abundance.īut if Adam's Way is any indication, we might not be missing much. The price of admission past the gate of Apis Meet is a story from another place on the Zee, something I happen to know rather well. We've arrived at Apis Meet, the dock of Adam's Way, the settlement on the Zee maintained by the kingdoms of the Presbyterate. We'll then head west, and follow the coast. I will return to my ship early tomorrow morning, since that is the rule of this place. It was a pleasant enough place, in any case The food was excellent, and I found a man I had been looking for, earlier in the day. I was instructed to go to the inn, where I could stay the night. Half the population would probably throw themselves over the walls with grief.īy then, 'evening' had arrived. I don't think anyone would try to invade the Elder Continent, and anyone coming here would just need to bombard the city from a distance and smash the mirrors. The soldiers here are well-trained, although I can't imagine for what. With that done, I continued my tour of the city by visiting the local military guard post. Which seems like a preposterous law, and makes me think that they only reason they haven't waged war on Shepard's Wash is because they can't figure out how to light boats all the way from here to there. All the same, I wasn't going to deny them a request to tell them a story an activity which I learned afterwards there is a local prohibition against. ![]() It wouldn't be my first, I suppose, although I reckon I should be careful about fraternizing with such elements in a city where I don't even have a name. He had, without really telling me, invited me to some kind of radical salon. With my curiosity satisfied, it was time to meet with the Jewel-Turbaned Youth. But if it gives them comfort, I suppose there is no real harm in it so long as they don't render outsiders down into candles. I don't think that will, or even can, happen. Their city has Fallen, but all their work seems to be an effort to convince themselves that they have lost nothing for it, or that someday their city will rise. The people here seem to be, well, in denial. These people have gone so far out of their way to include their faith in so many aspects of their lives, I must imagine it will be a cornerstone of society. Upon arriving at the city center, the first place I wanted to visit was the main temple complex. I wanted to learn as much about this strange place as I could, so I spoke to as many people as I could before venturing inwards. But the city itself is grand, built in a style I cannot quite identify although it is vaguely reminiscent of Karakorum. It burns the eyes to simply be here even now, in my room at the inn, the light fills every space. The city is radiant in a way I find difficult to put the paper. ![]() I may be permitted to enter perhaps even welcome but I should always remember that the people here will not consider me an equal. I spoke to the guard before the mirrored gates, and she was the first one to give me a sliver of insight into Varchas' culture. ![]() The only candles made from people on the Zee are mourning candles, and everyone knows those come from willing donors. ![]() At least if I didn't get rendered into candles by mirror-cultists I could zail us to safety?īut that's nonsense. I couldn't say why perhaps they were worried their own captain wouldn't come back, and if I went in, maybe I wouldn't, either, and then both ships would be without a captain. In fact, as I started to depart my ship, a group of zailors waiting for their own captain by the looks of things was eager to try to dissuade me from entering. The crew didn't seem eager to set down, however, and I am not surprised I wound up entering the city alone. Everyone's heard stories of the place, of course, but so far, I've not let stories stop me from doing things. We could tell we were approaching Varchas hours before we arrived the whole city shines like a beacon in the Neathy darkness. They were likely hoping to find some poorly-armed merchant ship, or a crew of scientists and philosophers hoping to attend courses at the College. We departed Mangrove College into the unknown in the late evening Our departure was temporarily delayed by the arrival of a pirate vessel to the Melting Isles. Part 24: The deep South Journal entry 23 The deep Southįrom The Journal of Captain Petra Blackwood,
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