Thread:Argali1/@comment-26084195-20160824224643/@comment-26084195-20170215211547

"The position of the sun ought to tell you."

The carpets soar above a sand dune, and into view comes the Twin Tears oases. These are among the few green places in the entirety of the Desert of Ro, the only others being up in Maj'dul, the Oasis of Marr, and presumably the Poet's Palace, not that anyone has ever been let in to find out. Ordinarily these two large oases would be extremely valuable, and villages would likely have sprung up around them. But there's one problem with that: each one was dominated by a different faction, and the two were at war with one another.

The larger of the two was controlled by the Alliz Raef Ew, Lizardmen of Cazic-Thule, the God of Fear. The Anaz-Mal Gnolls, who were very Anubis like in appearance, controlled the smaller but far more interesting of the two. In the center of that oasis's lake, there was a sand and time-worn tower jutting out. While the tower was obviously very old, there were still hints that it was once an elegant construct of a rich and prosperous civilization.

The carpets touched down east of the oases. Jaukoehai pulled out a telescope and peered at the tower in the lake of the northernmost oasis. "Hmm. There are undead around that tower. Here, Lady D'althro, take a look."

The High Elf took the telescope from him. "That is definitely High Elven architecture... Elddar architecture, in fact."

"Elddar?" The Human paladin asked. "Then you mean... we've found it?"

"No. The tower is just a tower. Not an entrance."

"No, I meant, found the city itself."

"Oh. Well, yes, but we always knew it was roughly around here."

Jaukoehai glances down at you. "Ever heard of Takish-Hiz, boy?"