Chapter 638: Windows into a Lower World_Mark of the Fool

Chapter 638: Windows into a Lower World

 Two closed doors.

 Two closed doors led from Uldars mead hall; their surfaces werepletely smooth andcked keyholes. The first door frameon the leftwas carved with painstaking detail, recreating a gand of delicate branches heavy with leaves and ripened fruit, trailing toward the floor.

 The second door frame was also sculpted, but this image was of waves that ran together, each so highly detailed, it seemed they could flow from the doorway and ssh across the floor.

 So Thundar said. Which door first?

 Ive got a suggestion, Alexs voice was t. How about we do literally anything but split up?

 There was swift and unanimous agreement.

 Emphatically, unanimous agreement.

 Meh, lets start with the left, Hart suggested.

 Drestra looked at him sharply. Why left?

 He shrugged. Im standing closer to it.

 She gave him a withering look. Really, thats your logic?

 Hart simply shrugged.

 Left isokay with me ygon said, his iron feet thundering across the stone. Alex wondered how much he weighed now. I will open the dooreveryone be readyin casesomething bad is waitinginside.

 Watchers, form up behind the golem, Watcher Hillmanded, her voice curt. The warriors formed a column behind ygon, staves levelled at the door.

 The others gathered behind them, ready to defend with spell, arrow, weapon, fangs, fists and miracles.

 Ready? ygonsaid. Im goingto open itstay out hereuntil I say its okay

 He flung the door wide.

 A deafening bang came like an explosion as it struck a stone wall; ygon strode in, war-spear held high. Alex looked past him, spotting clusters of lightin various colours and shadesglowing throughout the chamber.

 He swallowed; noting how much they reminded him of the Travellers sanctum.

 Was this Uldars teleportation chamber?

 He felt no such magic, but his question would be answered soon enough.

 Everyone ygon said slowly, his voice filled with surprise and awe. Come insideyou must see this

 Exchanging nervous nces, the group of interlopers slowly filed through the door, their eyes widening with each step.

 Some gasped.

 Others swore.

 Holy hells Alex muttered.

 The chamber was vast, farrger than Uldars mead hall. The walls, floor and ceiling were crafted from hundreds of broad windows, each fitted together like bricks on a building, though there was no mortar between them.

 And through each window?

 A scene in Thamnd.

 Vast tracts of the realm.

 Through every pane of ss, a different part of the realm was revealed. Some windows showed peaceful meadows at nightime, tall grass swaying in the moonlight. In others; rain fell from dark clouds, while in others, the moon shone in a clear sky. A small herd of deer slept peacefully in a meadow, as glowing faeries danced beneath the moonlight in another.

 Other windows captured babbling brooks, flowing streams,zy rivers and roaring waterfalls. Some were of country roads at nightfall, most free of travellers, while lonely wanderers moved stealthily along others in the dark. There were sleeping towns and viges. There were empty fields.

 There were even cities.

 Oi! Cedric pointed at a particrly dreary looking scene.

 Through a pane of ss, the scene of a city was disyed from above; buildings of stone and wood, a few towers and massive structures rose above rooftops. Some structures had been patched, though still partly ckenedfrom fire, magic or bothvery few were untouched. The streets were empty with the exception of a few guards marching along dirty cobblestones.

 A cathedral rose high in the distance.

 Thats Ussex, aint it? Cedric said. Looks jus like when we went there to get trained by them priests!

 By the spiritswould you look at that! Drestra cried, pointing to the familiar scene of a marsh in the summertime. In the distance, sat a magical looking vige in the shade of a long dead aeld tree. Thats my home! Thats the Crymlyn! What is this?

 Here. Merzhin looked down at a window beneath his feet. This is Uldars Riseand its exactly as we just left it. The Saint looked up, gazing at the windows with wonder. These windows must show Thamnd as it is now. And look there.

 He pointed to the centre of the room where afortable looking, overstuffed, cowhide chair had been ced. It was the perfect size for Uldar.

 I wonder if this is where Uldar viewed all of Thamnd, Alex said, leaning down to tap a few panes of ss on the floor. They felt as solid as stone. If ygon could walk across them with his massive bulk and great iron feet and not crash through them, then everyone else should be fine. I wonder if he came here often?

 Who knows, Drestra said, eyeing the window showing the Crymlyn swamp. It makes my skin crawl thinking he was watching my home, even though he was probably dead by the time I was born. I wonder if heAlex, do you feel any teleportation magic in here? Im wondering if these windows might be portals.

 The young wizard closed his eyes, feeling out the energies around him. No, I dont feel any.

 I feel no divinity that would allow one to travel across great distances either, Merzhin said. Certain churches have a viewing chamber where one can gaze across parts of thendscape in Thamnd and contemte Uldars majesty. This room reminds me of that: a viewing chamber.

 Or an observatory, Khalik said.

 Yes, I have heard of those. Merzhins shoulders sagged. Butto think Uldar was watching Thamnd as one would a garden through a window, and yet none of our prayers were ever answered for centuries! He could see us, why did he not help us?

 Maybe he was too dead, Grimloch suggested. That kinda gets in the way of the helping bitwell, Carey was pretty helpful

 Grimloch! Theresa chided him.

 What? Well, she was.

 Uh. Drestra cleared her throat. Look at that. Look familiar?

 Cedric and Merzhin followed her gaze.

 Oh shite, the Chosen swore.

 Why is the window looking at that? Merzhin asked.

 Huh, Hart grunted. Well, dont that justplicate things.

 Through the window, a forest abruptly ended, like it was severed with mathematical precision. Well tended flowers of a dozen colours bloomed where the woods ended, stretching out over a field. From that field a mound taller than the rest of thendscape rose, and on it, a small stone cottage that one might find anywhere in the Thameish countryside, sat.

 But, the longer Alex looked at it, the more it seemed anything but ordinary.

 Its thatched roof was woven together with what looked like threads of spun gold. Stained ss windows seemed to shift colour every time he blinked. Smoke puffing from the top of the stone chimney billowed skyward in neat, singr clouds that formed animal shapes, rising and swelling, joining a mass of clouds high above the cottage.

 Where is that ce? Theresa asked.

 And is there something wrong? Isolde was looking at the Heroes. You look as though you just met a devil.

 That. Cedric jabbed his finger toward the window. Is the bloody cottage where we used to meet Aenflynn when we went ta talk to im. The shark-toothed bastardno offence

 You didnt say nothing offensive. You justplimented whoever this Aenflynn is, so, none taken, Grimloch said, looking puzzled.

 but, yeah, the bastard spewed prophecies at us like e was some kinda seer or somethin, Cedric scowled. Im startin twonder if e jus bloody knew Uldar was dead all along.

 How much did he know Merzhin mused. That extra ce set in the mead hallyou dont think

 I think hes been ying us, Drestra growled, orange light blooming behind her veil. We should ask him.

 She cracked her knuckles.

 Yeah, hes someone were going to have to look at more closely, Alex said. But I dont know about confronting him.

 Why not? Drestra frowned.

 Alex called on the Mark, focusing on remembering the prophecy:

 The path you walk now is unlike any other, and it is not one you walk alone. Like any path that departs from the known trail through the woods, you now step into peril. Fell things watch you. Allies quake. Whispers slip through the dark. Your post is abandoned and you are wanting. Every step you walk now will bring forth doom again, and we will meet again when you see the ck ichor on the chair. In your desperate hour. Farewell, Heroes of the Prophet God, walk your path towardpletion. Walk your path toward doom.

 Fell things watch youallies quakewhispers slip through the darkyour post is abandonedand we will meet again, he muttered. I dont like the sound of that. I dont like it one bit.

 Why, what are you thinking? Theresa asked.

 We will meet again, Is what he said. Sounds to me like he wants us to confront him: or at least the Heroes. Look, whether he can see the futuresomehowor if he just knew Uldar was dead, he basically said that you would go back and confront him once you found out. You will meet again. Did you part on good terms?

 Drestra had tricked him, kinda, Hart said. She used her brain and outsmarted a fae lord, which made him kind of pissy.

 Thats the Drestra I know, Thundar said admiringly.

 The Sage looked at the minotaur for a long momentsomething shifting beneath her veilbefore turning back to Alex. You could be righthe could be counting on using back to him when were desperate.

 Exactly. Alex looked at the door. And I dont know about the rest of you, but Im tired of being someones puppet. Lets get out of here and see what thatst door has behind it. We know Uldar was watching Thamnd. Lets see what else we can learn about him.

 He led the group from the viewing chamber, ncing over his shoulder onest time.

 His eyes scanned the windows for a single image.

 That of a ck orb.

 But he saw no sign of the Ravener through any of the ss panes.

 Damn, he swore. If only it was that easy.

 The next doorframed by white stone carved like wavesled to Uldars sleeping chamber. A long white robey on a lounge chair.

 I thought gods didnt need sleep, Thundar said quietly as the group entered the room.

 It seems this one did. Or at least chose to, Khalik nodded to the centre of the room. It seems that a normal bed wasnt to this fallen gods liking.

 The middle of the chamber was dominated by arge stone pool sunken into the floor, roughly the size of an enormous bed that could easily sleep four. Stone columns stood at each corner of the pool, hung with curtains woven of silver thread.

 Through spaces between the fabric panels, water could be seen gently rippling in the pool.

 An odd scent wafted into the air from the ripples, one that made Alexs nose wrinkle.

 The water smells like different medicines, Isolde peered beyond the curtains before looking at the walls. And it seems these are what he choseto look at when he was in his most private bower.

 Attached to the walls wereseveral pieces of art. They were of varying styles, shapes and ages, and done in different mediums; some were ancient, etched into stone bs from a dark cave wall with images of spear-wielding hunters challenging gigantic marine animals carved into them.

 Another was a painting done in oil paints on arge canvas, it disyed a bearded man, flexing bulging muscles as he wrestled a leviathan.

 Another showed a smiling young woman wearing ancient clothing: little more than furs and undyed linens hanging loosely on her sturdy frame.

 Others were various images of Thamnd: some showed weddings celebrated in ancient glens, others of fae capering in the woonds. One was of Uldar himselfyoung, but still white beardedhelping a horde of barbaric Thameishbourers raise megalithic stones on a small hill.

 While most of the barbarians used ropes and teams of strainingbourers to raise the rocks, Uldar was pushing one into ce unaided. His muscles bulged from great strain and effort, and his face

 was different.

 Every depiction of Uldar throughout the sanctum had always shown the god in his full glory, paternal and majestic.

 In this painting, his face was red and straining, simr to otherbourers shown. He did not look at all majestic, he simply looked

 mortal

 If it werent for the fact that he stood two heads taller than the nextrgest man in the painting, one might mistake him for a simple human.

 Hey, Tyris said, her eyes drifting from painting to painting. So far, the entire valleys been full of representations of Uldarbut hes hardly in the paintings in this room. Look around, theres portraits of all kinds of people, but none of him.

 And when he is in a painting, he is shown as wed and as human as anyone else, Prince Khalik said quietly. If the rest of the sanctum is a tribute to Uldar the godthen in his bedroom, he chose to see himself as Uldar the man.

 In his most private bower, he looks to forget his divinity? Merzhin went to an easel standing near the wall crafted of white stone. On it was an unfinished canvas, waiting to bepleted.

 In truth, it was less unfinished and more, barely started.

 It was the beginning of a painting of a raven with nothing else on the canvas.

 I wonder why a raven? Merzhin said.

 Ravens mean death in some cultures, Tyris said.

 Hey, over here, Watcher Hill called, having moved to the other side of the sleeping pool. That medicine smell wasnting from the water, it wasing from over here. Look, at this table, its full of empty medicine bottles, and theres also a bunch of white towels on the floorall of them are covered with ck stains like the stuff that leaked out of Uldars side.

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Chapter 638: Windows into a Lower World