A Jewel Without Peer
Sixth Day of the First Month 293 AC
The strange stone guardian looks through the goods arrayed before it at first disinterested, then mildly intrigued. Fine silks from Qarth and beyond, lustrous Northern furs, teas bitter and fragrant are passed by with scarce a glance. The pearls and ink warrant a light tilting of the head currently attending the task, a question regarding which House of Marid you serve. Luckily 'free agent' is a perfectly valid answer.
Where the assessor begins to pay a modicum of interest is at the sight of dark golden honey, fine liquors, and perhaps unsurprisingly perfumes. Some of the scents are strange to it, and the taste of honey and brandy also. Without word or gesture it summons a book crafted of stone sheets massive enough to crush a knight and rider under its weight and asks you again for the proper name of everything it could not sufficiently identify. At first you had suspected that this was some some subtle way to find your place of origin, but the gargoyle seems supremely uninterested in what the various places you name represent, so long as he has
some identifying name to give them.
So it is that Sorcerer's Deep is credited with a great many things that had never been grown, brewed, and distilled in the Stepstones, partly because its simple descriptive name tells one very little... and partly because you will be damned if you pass on a good word for any Myrish or Lyseni trader that happens this way by some unfortunate chance.
The final gateway, a thing of gleaming adamant two feet or more thick and likely to stand up to the blows of a raging dragon... something the builders may have considered, come to think of. Carved into its arch is written in letters that rearrange themselves to match the knowledge of the viewer is a message for the ages: "Fortunate are thee, traveler in the Realms of Stone who has found a jewel beyond price. Give thine skills that it may shine brighter still."
The words do not lie.
Beyond lies an enormous cavern... no a
geode, its walls pure shining crystal. The Shaitans call it the Shining Egg, their eldest legends speaking of the battle waged in the deep by the Hosts of genie kin who became the Peerless Empire to slay the dreadful unborn beast which had once slumbered here. Yet for all that the beauty of the egg is as unshaped marble besides the work of a master compared to the city itself.
Towers and halls in a thousand different styles yet harmoniously flowing one into the others, all covered in a pearly white veneer eternally lit by Shaitan sorcery in all the hues of the rainbow and others still you have seen nowhere outside a dream. The light splashes and flows outwards like water from an endless spring of color, filling the great cavern with an ever-shifting kaleidoscope. At the center of the geode towers of gold and silver rise to impossible heights, the tallest of them scraping the roof of the cavern.
"
City they call this place," Tyene says softly from beside you. "Better to call it a realm, for surely more dwell here than in all of Dorne."
"A treasure trove you can live in," Dany says with a smile. "I wonder if a dragon had a hand in its design..."
Waymar and Maelor simple stare in wonder and Ser Richard too is silent, though for him it is a watchful thing as ever. No more than horrors can marvels distract the knight from his duty. By contrast Glyra's eyes shine with untold mischief at the sight she beholds and Malarys looks about him with sharp interest.
"If the worlds beyond ours can hold such wonders then perhaps not all the conjurers who mysteriously vanished without a trace came to a grim end," the mage-lord muses.
"There lay my family's tower," Alyneah motions to a spire of silver and sapphire in the distance. "Show the jewel to any of the Greeters and they will take you there by the fastest route." There is no need to point one out, for the green ribbons that mark that particular caste are clear all around you.
"Farewell, and may we meet again...
soon," Lady Embar says as she floats backwards through the air above the small company of guards like some odd kite.
What do you do?
[] Seek the Home of House Ajhar
[] Familiarize yourself with the layout of the city
[] Head to the nearest market
[] Write in
OOC: Sorry this took so long. RL intervened.