The Knowledge of Choice
Sadie watched Tenever trudge upstairs, spreading a collection of maps and notebooks across the dining table. Astarlane's grindstone faded into the background while she carried out the convoluted process of making a best guess at the next day's route.
Hazard almanacs spilled their wisdom in numbered charts and neat tables; scrawled notebooks carried jotted reminders of previous encounters. There were modern, printed maps for a few locations where they had been in the past, with clear and scientific analyses of lethal zones - but the Blasted Hills did not afford such certainty.
However, it was warmer than the Mined Mountains, easier than the Sirenways to the north, and a good deal quicker than going by Aldgate further still. The Blasted Hills were probably the most dangerous, though, and Sadie hoped it had not been a mistake to bring them here. She carefully double-checked the distance of tomorrow's march, then packed up and slumped on a chair next to Astarlane.
Maybe things would look better in the morning.
Comments (3 so far!)
Giving us a setting to work with, very nice. I'm particularly intrigued by the Sirenways, but that is to be expected I suppose.
- #493 Posted 3 years ago
Hey, if you like it, we can always find some kind of excuse to go there!
- #494 Posted 3 years ago
Lots of fantasy elements here and sets up a lot of possibilities.
- #527 Posted 3 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
Tenever took the first watch, stretching out in the ruined woodwork of the upper floor. Through the …The Death of Knowledge
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