Note location: Crenshaw and Lumenwood Number available: Several Conditions to receive from Iskierka: None
When we first fell into this shard of hell, it was malformed. People and times and places crowded in on each other; I walked the ruins of a dozen cities from two continents and a dozen islands, and witnessed people from as many places killing each other in the streets.
It has since settled more into a sensible shape--the Petheryga I remember--but the House Beyond the Last Cedared Hill is still here, just beyond Shroudwood, when it belongs to Nabea and the Surmountine Forest.
There's logic to it. It's Biding's ancestral home and deep elves rarely stray from those. But Biding is here with his doxy his victim Sacrifices to stoke the war of shrike on shrike, so his home must come too. Except it stands abandoned; I sat outside a full day in stupor some hours and no one entered or left.
It is unprepossessing as a manse though that's saying little to the unfamiliar. Instead: it is a vast pile of gleaming colored marble and elfstone cobbles, full of the man's secrets. There are traps (even Asphodel Hall has traps despite its students) and unburned unshriven dead. Whoever enters must tread carefully. I will not go; it is not a place for a shrike, or foreign dead, or a servant of the black gods, and he won't invite me.
LOCATION | House Beyond the Last Cedared Hill (Biding's home) - 1A
Number available: Several
Conditions to receive from Iskierka: None
When we first fell into this shard of hell, it was malformed. People and times and places crowded in on each other; I walked the ruins of a dozen cities from two continents and a dozen islands, and witnessed people from as many places killing each other in the streets.
It has since settled more into a sensible shape--the Petheryga I remember--but the House Beyond the Last Cedared Hill is still here, just beyond Shroudwood, when it belongs to Nabea and the Surmountine Forest.
There's logic to it. It's Biding's ancestral home and deep elves rarely stray from those. But Biding is here with
his doxy his victimSacrifices to stoke the war of shrike on shrike, so his home must come too. Except it stands abandoned; I sat outsidea full day in stuporsome hours and no one entered or left.It is unprepossessing as a manse though that's saying little to the unfamiliar. Instead: it is a vast pile of gleaming colored marble and elfstone cobbles, full of the man's secrets. There are traps (even Asphodel Hall has traps despite its students) and unburned unshriven dead. Whoever enters must tread carefully. I will not go; it is not a place for a shrike, or foreign dead, or a servant of the black gods, and he won't invite me.
I'd spite him if he did.