Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Under the Escataur Mausoleum


Out on the Old Abian Road where the necropolis of the old city sprawls, there's a second city to mock the first. Where the city is a hive of commerce and a capital of politics, the necropolis is a metropolis of decay, filled with prowling thieves and unquiet dead.

But this is not to say that the place is without value. The dead, too, sometimes ply useful trades, or perform useful civic functions. Many a guild wizard has found himself forced to turn to the denizens of the necropolis for knowledge or even aid, though the price is always high. And even the old nobility pay a tithe to the graveyard ghosts for the protection of their family tombs.

The merchants of this, the city's quietest corner have their own rules, their own festivals, and their own humor. After a successful transaction, they always send the customer on their way with a cheery epitaph: "Well be seeing you!"

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3 Comments:

Blogger David said...

I like that! Very nice!

February 17, 2010 at 8:29 AM

 
Blogger Jay said...

All right, I'll bite: what's an escataur? :)

February 17, 2010 at 10:07 AM

 
Blogger Tony said...

Well, it's either a prominent family with their own mausoleum or an escatological centaur, I'm not sure which. :)

February 17, 2010 at 11:57 AM

 

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