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Icarias

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They were tall, with skin the colour of lichen.  Their lower jaws bore tusks that rose up to frame the thin-lipped mouths.  Men and woman both wore long, loose clothing, dyed in deep but vibrant colours.  They wore braided belts of grey leather, weaponless, and nowhere could Saddic see armour.  This was a city of peace, and everywhere there was water.  Flowing down building walls, swirling in pools surrounding fountains.  Blossom-filled gardens bled their riotous colours into rooms and down colonnaded hallways.

Saddic walked through cavern after cavern, seeing all that had once been, but nowhere could he find those moments that must have preceded the city's death – or, rather, the fall of the tusked people and their rich culture.  Invaders?  Desert savages?  He could find nothing but the succession of seemingly endless days of perfection and tranquility.

The scenes seemed to seep into his mind, as if impressing themselves upon his own crystalline brain, and he began to comprehend details of things he had no way of knowing.  He came to discover the city's name.  He saw the likeness in the statues and realized that they all belonged to the same individual, and that variations arose solely from the eyes of each sculptor and their skill as artists.  And, as he drew closer to what he knew was the centre of the city, to its most cherished heart, he now saw other creatures.  In what seemed peaceful co-existence, huge two-legged reptiles began appearing in scenes.

These were the ones Badalle had spoken about.  The ones who had found the city, but Saddic now knew more than she did.  They'd found it, yes, but it had not been empty.  In finding it, they found the ones who dwelt in it, who called it their home.

They were called Jaghut.  Returned to this way of living, in the cities they had abandoned long before.  They were drawn to a humble man, a half-blood.  They were drawn to his great machine of memories, this place he made by his own hand.  What he did not possess within him, he built around him.  To trap all that he was.

The city is called Icarias. (DoD)