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Emerald Desire
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>Cut losses, head North
Very well. I've had enough of this place and the less time spent here the less likely I'll run into another one of those things.
With a quick check of the sun, I start heading northward as directly as I can. Getting out of the district is a lot easier than getting in to it. As I mentioned earlier in the day, all these paths want to turn into a main road. So instead of fighting the streets I am guided by them. Every time the street curves back I simply cut through some ruins. I think I'm getting better at this urban wayfinding, but I shouldn't declare that I'm good at it until I exit the city. Still, it is soon enough that I come across Clay Road, facing the West Hills District.
In prosperous times, the West Hills Was probably the most diverse of the districts. Originally, it was filled with poor but earthy folks. The tunnel and cavern dwellers dug into the hill, crowding out the people who could afford to live somewhere more private. With such cheap housing though, brought in the artists and the students of magic. Giving the district a very eccentric flair. The view from the West Hills was not lost on the wealthy, however, and it was a known axiom that if you can't afford a manse in the Sun District then you built a villa on top the West Hills. The whole district was under-going gentrification, and there was a lot of class tension among the folks there. For myself, I was eyeing a loft within the hills to live in once my time at the academy was done. I'm kind of curious if it's still there.
Now, there are many vivid and conflicting stories about what happened to this city, but one static detail is that the undead came from the West Hills. The arcane of young mages becoming corrupted by the black fire, or a sect of necromancers taking advantage of the chaos, none can really say. With bones being raised on spikes, what ever the case may be, there are definitely necromancers living there now. Or perhaps just mad things that can work with the dead. One problem with necromancer's love of macabre decorations, is that it's impossible to tell if these skeletons are just to mark territory or if they serve a more utility purpose. Perhaps focal points for those who can scry, or alarms when someone passes. I'm afraid I can only guess.
Otherwise, looking down the street eastwards there appears to be little in the way of obstacles. There are more creatures flying in the sky. Presumable they scout these wide roads for prey. They might be able to spot me if I travel parralel to the road amongst the buildings, but it would offer me more protection than the open street.
>She might still be alive.
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Please, that wound has already started to scar. Don't make me cut it open again with hope...
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