Re: Part 70a - Roman
The road forks before reaching the next rise, and the route that Roman chooses takes them off to the left. When Baerin looks back a short while later, there is no sign of the smoke...
And so the journey continues for some days. The road remains constant, though its nature changes constantly, but the landscape around it varies. The only common factor is that, as much as possible, Roman skirts around settlements when he can. Sometimes, of course, these settlements are unavoidable, and on such occasions they sometimes hear news of a great war which is raging, often drawing whole worlds into conflict.
Sometimes they are fought by monstrous creatures which bear death and destruction to everything in their path. But more often it is the people of these worlds who fight, using weapons which they barely control and which slaughter even those who do not go to war. Cities burn, oceans boil, the air is poisoned, and the earth itself sickens.
They hear, too, familiar names: Archons, Harbonah, The General, Jonnee Kay, Aaron of San Anyn... Never have the people uttering these names met the people they speak of, but always they are somebody that the speaker has heard rumours of...
But the stories become fewer, the further south Roman and Baerin travel. The lands are still ravaged by war, but the communities are smaller, more isolated, less interested in anything beyond their own local woes.
And then, one day, they come to a place that Roman knows of.
A slope leads down into a fog-shrouded bowl-shaped valley, beneath a sky streaked with red and green clouds - a sky which reminds Roman of that above his home. On the slope, just before the path descends into the fog, stands a tree, or rather the fire-blackened remains of a tree. The leaves are long gone, as are most of the smaller branches. The bark has been cracked by heat, and the wood beneath charred.
Ash lays ankle-deep around the burned tree.