The Inevitable City The city was built of dark madness, and it stretched across the land to fill

me with dread, for the path I trod would bring me to its portal. The City stones had been quarried from the night and in their details and dressings they celebrated wickedness. No rain could wash the dust of evil from that place and no wind could drive out its corrupt air. Insanity had served as architect, engineer and master to the Citys masons, and had guided all their levels and plumblines. I turned my steps towards the far horizon, and still the City was before me. Once more I turned, and again, and yet another turning. With each freshly chosen course I drew nearer to the City gates, and its towers and walls loomed higher. The fateful gateway was the end of every road, and despair gnawed at my heart. As I paused to seek a new passage, I saw that I was not alone on the inevitable, hideous path. Between myself and the City stood a man, his head bent and eyes downcast, lost in some deep contemplation. As I watched, he turned towards the City. His strides were firm, but he came no closer to the gate, and I watched as he passed by me, and went further from the gates until he vanished in the distant mists. Thus it was possible to avoid the City and its brooding darkness, and I resolved to march, against all reason, to the City. And when I did so, the City drew no closer, but was soon lost to my sight -Liber Malefic, The Book of Chaos Foreseen, Marius Hollseher