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City of Tinkers, City of Machines

from Sojourns in the Realm of the Undermoon by Fen Walker

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Her back was to the lake. She had seen what lurked in those waters and had no intentions of swimming to the distant city on the other shore. The hunters however, were coming. She could hear the maddening click of their steeds and they charged towards their long hunted prey. She had given them good chase, killed many with traps and others with her spear in small skirmishes amongst the fungal glades. But it seemed the final battle approached. She unhooked her horn from sash and gave it a mighty blast which resounded deeply through the caverns. Then they came rushing and tumbling over the ruins and stones. She held them off fiercely, spearing hunter after hunter, leaving their corpses scattered about. The armor of their mounts were nothing to The Fang, they met the same fate as their masters. But the strength of the woman was failing, it had been a long chase. She screamed as a blade cut into her arm and her spear dropped to the floor with a clatter. Then there were great explosions, the hunters screamed in terror and disappeared into the caverns. The ruins faded away and she fell into darkness with sounds of human voices comforting her as she went.

She recovered quickly. The folk of the city were skilled healers. Her reputation had proceeded her. They had heard of an overworlder with a weapon of great power bringing war to the Gultar, the invaders from the deep caverns. She was treated with much respect and awe, even proposed too by important men of the city. To all this she met with polite bewilderment and to the last, gentle refusal. She spent many turns in the city, beneath the pale light of the moon they had manufactured of crystal and mirrors. There were other wonders too: a black powder that could explode and force a stone through a steel tube and into a body; a series of troughs that brought clean water to all parts of the city; and strangest of the all, the boiling of water and the capture of its steam for purposes that made little sense to the woman.

it was seasons before the woman thought of home again. In her time below, she brought war against the Gultar, learned the ways of her new people and even found a man. But the memories of home and family are seductive, and the woman had become seduced by them.

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from Sojourns in the Realm of the Undermoon, released May 21, 2020

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