Najena’s City


You say, ‘Hail, Archpriest Del`Maque’

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir’Dal, ‘Hmmm.’ He motions to his two followers to be still. ‘This one will not trouble us, I think.’ He turns to face you. The years have not been kind to his ancient face, but his age does not bring weakness. He eyes you with a fierce gaze. ‘From the expression on its face, it doesn’t even seem to [understand] what I’m saying.’

You say, ‘I understand’

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir’Dal, ‘What!’ He grins a malicious smile, his yellowing tongue flicking out across his teeth. ‘Perhaps ye’re not so ignorant, after all. What brings ye here? ‘Tis usually only the damned guards that I see, bringing me that vermin-feed that they call nourishment. Even the [Mistress] provided better than this.’

You say, ‘what mistress’

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir’Dal, ‘Fool. . .’ He sniggers to himself. ‘Well, that’s what she called herself, the silly wench. Trying to build herself a little city of her own, what arrogance. . . ‘ From the folds of his thick robes, he reveals a small crystal sphere. ‘Nothing that the [eyes] of Del`Maque cannot see, ye ken.”

You say, ‘what eyes’

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir’Dal, ‘The eyes of the dead are everywhere, and with the correct devices and words. . . ‘ He passes his hand over the sphere and clouds appear within, as if a fog had suddenly awoken. He looks at you with ancient, lidded eyes that glitter with amusement. ‘Try to set up her own little city. . . right in the mountains, so she did. All the terrain of the Lavastorm Mountains itself couldn’t halt the advance of the angry King. I wonder how the King [found out]. . .”

You say, ‘found out?’

Archpriest Del`Maque says, in Elder Teir’Dal, ‘Guess!’ He grins. ‘How do ye think? ‘Tis a foolish woman indeed that trusts the heart of Del`Maque. I do hope that her downfall was not too.. crushing.’ He laughs quietly. ‘Of course, treachery to a witch is strictly against the letter of the law, ye ken. I don’t doubt that any reasonable judge with absolve me of all guilt. If thy witch is a traitor, how else can ye act?’ He replaces the sphere within his robes. ‘Poor, dearest, Najena. . .’

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