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The Great Root Crossing

 I visited the Great Root Crossing. Idoltus always led with “Great” on new things. The Great Palace, the Great Capital, the Great Empire. Now it was the Great Root crossing. Give it a few years, a few new projects and it will just be called the Root Crossing, just like the Palace, the Capital, the Empire. But yes, I saw it. It was not done when I visited. It still had a number of years of singing left to turn it into the thing that Idoltus dreamed it to be. The project had burned through a number of singers, but the few that Idoltus hand picked to lead the project still remained. These he believed could see his dream. And a singer that can visualize a dream can bring it to life.  I saw it, the Crossing and the dream. And that's when I lost faith. Or at least that's when I began to doubt. Idoltus wanted the area around the Root Crossing to be clear cut. He wanted the bridge, and its four pillars, two on either side of the SongRok, to tower over everything around them. He wanted...

There is the city ElTepok

There is the city ElTepok

As you approach from far off it is invisible. The dark, dense walls of the Ebonwood render it so. A needle seemingly could not be thread through the the trees for there are so many. However from the birds eye, the city is a grevious grey wound in a sea of foaming green and brown. So few are the trees kept alive in the city, to make way for the many inhabitants houses, shops, warehouses and industry and foundry, and the knotted, choking creeper of the Impish bureaucratic state. The grey-black stone buildings draw a line against the lush green forest enclosing the city.

On the edges of the city, To the River Sang and In to the Sea, the buildings become smaller, denser, and the streets dirtier. Few trees pox the skin of the city there, but still the skin is warped and contused. And it is being squeezed by the dominant stone structures looming over them. The city ever creates a crisis for the poor, moves them in as servants and slaves, uses them, and discards them on the streets as halflights if they aren't worth value to the Front or the Fingers. Eventually the belly of the city grows out, and further pushes those discarded towards the wood.

Presiding over all the great sprawl, towering even above the smog of the economy and war effort, is a two tiered structure. A sharp tall tower, that bends at 60° halfway up. Near the top, overlooking the city of Tepok, a balcony. The building, the palace, resembles a great thumb flattening the ground. All around it, the city in the forest, it's great thumbprint. It is said that the palace is the thumb of the Empor, and the wake of the city are the people under it. In this season of white light, the vines covering the grey-black stone thumb look dead, brown, leafless, and dry. It looks like the people had climbed the impossible walls of the palace were crushed, and became dried gore that was forgoten to be clean off. This is the house of the Empor, the House of Contention, and the House of Resolution. This is where the Ordinatorus, Auditorus, Oratorus, Imperus, and Lectrum are housed. And this is where the feeble, meager Stragohrat died, and this is where the Impish Empire of the Wood died. 

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