| town = El Herado
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On the first of October 2018 A.H. (Anno Horribilis) Danuit finished the construction of the temple dedicated to his god Atheist. This defying take on classical architectural took roughly half a year to build. This aureus shrine was built below a ruined castle that pleases the aesthetical sense of the deity, and while not atop of the hill the temple is still quite elevated and has a nice view of the farmlands around.
Over the ground we have the shrine itself, which is little more than a hollow altar where parishoners can make their offerings to Atheist and murals that surround it, sunlight tends to stay away so the altar steps are littered with candles. In between the steps there is a short tunnel covered by an iron grid, this leads to Atheist's vault where offerings are stored for the magpies to appropiate as the owner allows so, sometimes they even stay to
just look at the sea of shiny stuff.
==The Sekhmet ==
- If I flee now, I’ll take your name and your life, none of this rebellious shenanigans will come to change who is Danuit. You’ll be no longer at least. -
- Take whatever you wish, I care not for the name of Danuit nor his burden. -the magpie flew away, back to Godville.
All the sparrows and owls of the House of Atheist were flying around looking for a corpse. Their claws clutched on small pieces of jewelry that cried their hunt all across the fields. Down by a small river, a crippled sparrow discovered an anonymous deceased who had been betrayed and, after their throat was slit, thrown into the loud river. This was few days ago, now they spent their eternal rest on a casket of canes and grain. It was not long before Atheist landed on the scene. The corpse was rebuilt to resemble the former hero Danuit, armed and dressed to look the part and finally transported into a forgotten niche deep down the streets of Godville.
===Seventh Tome: The Western Diary===
====The journey to the Vector Field====
In the first day we travelled North West into the sands, by the afternoon we had to stop for the desert met a meagre field which, albeit flat, was hardly as navigable as our former path was. We would have a short wait while our golems fixed the Dancer’s undercarriage in order to tread further. I decided to go upstairs and have a chat with Horseshoe for she would be leaving us the very next day. It is her I have to thank for my now rich language and even richer understanding of science and technique. I knew that although she played the part and drank spirits with us her real tastes were utterly more softer than the rest of ours, that’s why I invited her to my personal lodgings for at least a cup of a herbal tea called Mate. She gladly accepted, even brought some sugar for us to mix into the brew.
She went down to pack her belongings into the bridge. The night was starting to take hold and in the far horizon a greenish glow crawled from beneath the earth as to beckon us into it. This was the Vector Field, and beyond it the college that would have my right hand and confident, at least it looked as a nice estate from the telescope. We would have to wait until the morning to inter horseshoe for all places are sealed during night-time. At dawn she descended the plank with a small trolley my eyes followed until it lost itself beyond steel gates that held knowledge beyond my imagination, I only wish they also have something else in their hearts than numbers and ambition so they may tend well to my friend’s.
====The journey towards the Kraktor====
From there we ventured further north through a set of streams that led unto a river proper. It was honestly appalling, to witness such verdancy and serenity robbed me of words. I should not waste a drop of ink into trying to describe such a landscape for no words are even close to that blissful sail. The Dancer had been once more dipped into the element it was supposed to habit. The crew went in and out of the lower deck for glances of the forests and some bottles. Davo was in the tip of the ship glaring around looking for a spot that would fit as a small symbiotic village. I eventually approached him in the late morning to join into his surveillance of the ever revealing flora. His face was as jolly as ever and no trace of melancholy or sadness clouted neither his eyes nor words.
The place started to look a tad more the part when we helped him build a modest hut with salvaged wood and some branches. It looked much like a settlement, it had a stockpile, a bonfire and even a rough bed. We spent the night there before crossing through the land and towards the caravanserai. It was harsh to tow the ship across the forest but we soon saw clearer tundra and eventually sand once again.
====The journey for the charred caravanserai====
It wasn’t long before noon that we arrived at the abandoned site. It was but a square building with a huge yard which was plagued with wildlife and had a well in the middle. The surroundings once held beds and other amenities, a total of fifteen rooms were available now as dark vaults that migrating birds had made into their homes. It was an empty shell as it stood, only in the mind of stretches the nights of spectacle and gold were still lingering amidst the burned furniture. She explained that this had been a place for the exchange of luxurious products and a scene for exotic dances and musics. There she had performed not only acrobatic prowesses but a heist that rendered it the ash pile we saw. She went to set a table for us to sit in and enjoy a meal, at least the rice bowls that our golems had mustered from our ever shrinking pantry. Beans went ahead and started dancing on her own all around the well to our applause and amusement.
She walked through the court and went on to dance with Beans, it was promising to see what this place might become, what it shall be once the rubble is displaced and silk becomes the rule around the courtyard. It was compelling that our dissemination was carried on with dances rather than weeping. It will make the incoming task less dreadful than it shall. I boarded the dancer with beans to travel into our last stop. Quirkytown.
===The journey into Quirkytown====
For the last leg of our journey we travelled south following the coast up until the land rose in the horizon as the city in the crater. Even as we were docking the dancer at the outer rim of the city, songs were crawling out of it. We walked through a tunnel that bled into one of the bigger lanes, the first think that struck me was the abundance of dangling lamps and lights, specially the folks singing and dancing atop the ropes and cables. The road was bedecked with pubs and taverns whose patrons were chanting the glories of absinthe as it were a musical of sorts. Beans was not only amazed, as I were, but eager to merge into the swirling body of performers. After she blew her steam in quite an amusing way we fell back to one hole in the wall for a quick drink and a final farewell.
I took my leave and went into the dancer to travel even further into the South. The sands and I spent a fortnight together before we bumped into a footstep as big as a pack of nine elephants. The trail was fresh and led us to the ever missing town of Lostway. It’s guise was of a barely barren hull of iron, but I knew the many minerals that they stash in there, the sprawling city that hides amidst the dusty planks of metal. My journey through the West had come to an end, my journey towards Atheist was bound to be over soon. We drifted towards the front of the city that was now resting upon their own feet to drill into the wasteland for, hopefully, experience. They allowed us to dock the dancer and I descended alone to look for a miner guild that would supply me with tons of the mineral. Then it would come to me to distill it into something that would be fit for my consumption.