Re: The Emperor of Curd
"It is decided, then," the bellhop announces incongruously as another departs leaving a full tea service in his wake, complete with a burbling samovar, a tray of sugar cubes, and a frothy creamer. Several cups of elderberry tea later, Brother Zelias feels refreshed and ready for an expedition to the badlands.
The still-present bellhop continues: "The badlands aren't as far away as you might think. Follow the road to Relkingham and head north after you reach the old Gentleman Rider's redoubt."
He scratches his head. "Now, if you reach Hamona, you've gone to ... well, you don't want to reach Hamona; let's just say that."
By the by, you receive the full set of directions detailing a trip of about seven days on horseback.
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And so you eventually reach and travel through the badlands, taking care to avoid the still-standing fortress in its center. You're convinced that this trek will demand your every resource and skill. Scorpion anti-venom? Check! Terrycloth towels? Check! Four week's supply of fairy biscuits (baked with real fairies!)? Check!
But the traveling's really quite easy. The weather's cool this time of year and all the predators pursue pursuits other than warriors.
So you amuse yourselves with thoughts of ghost miners and demonic taskmasters (or better yet, demonic taskmistresses) but you hear no ghostly tapping of pick or cracking of whip. Matwau swears that he can see foxes behind every bluff, but he's not even with you so that makes no sense whatsoever.
After several more days of dust, dunes, and vultures, you behold:
A weathered pile of stones and packed earth protrudes from the ground like a giant’s rampart. The battered shell of a ruined tower leans from the tor’s apex. The tower is roofless and hollow.
Oh, now you get it. Tor refers to both the tower and the pile of stones, clever, clever. Of course, the tower was built after the company had marked the map. And now it lies here destroyed.