Day Three, david

Brunch at the Castle



Three days on this lovely continent and still the novelty hasn't worn off! Always new things to explore for a Pom on the go.


After thanking him personally for the garden party yesterday, I snapped this photo of myself and Mr. Jarit. Does the man ever smile?

My friend J has finally gotten word to me and I am glad; however, the dizzy Pom has been bouncing all over the place like a Pom pinball. Somehow she ended up in Diren, then back in Garnedine, and is now back in Diren again! That's on the other end of the continent! I can only imagine what she's been up to over there.

We set up a brunch date on the beach of Diren, lovely I hear in all types of weather. That gave me some time to mosey my way over there, as good an opportunity as ever to do some more exploring. Since I made it on foot to the Greticos outposts yesterday I shortcuted to the castle itself via the convenient railway.


Not a submarine


The gate of Greticos

There I am, happy as a clam to be standing underneath such interesting architecture. Greticos is wide and quiet and empty, a stark contrast to the cramped and populous Garnedine town. Clearly this castle was built for vehicle access, I was out of breath just making it to the stairs.


Clean steam technology



The hallowed hall of the Rogwel council. You could hear a pin drop in that place and yet no one said 'bless you' when I sneezed.

Sadly I couldn't get an audience with the councilmembers themselves. I didn't expect much, what with this endless war and all. I feel I could bring a fresh perspective to the conflict though.





What wonderful architecture! I shook hands with the guards and told them what a good job they're doing before making my way west.



But only a little way down the road I was stopped in my tracks. What is this? An Elerd raiding party? Here? Just outside the castle? I was so flabbergasted I could only stop in my tracks.

The Elerdians took no notice of me. Or did one stop? Did one look at me and wave? Did I wave back?



Over the wireless came much talk about the raiding party, and I heard the calls to arms of more duty-minded Rogwelians as they tried to close in on the invaders.

After a minute a single Elerdian straggler came down the road far behind her party, running not fifty feet ahead of a pursuing Rogwel. It looked like an exhausting race, a race of death, and I did not know what I could do to aid either party.

I kept on walking.


I love all these gates. Makes me feel like I'm getting somewhere.


Have I mentioned how much I adore my weapon?


Wind power is like steam power, but pretty.

The cramped and bugful forests opened up to wide and squidful beaches and I saw in the distance a clear blue ocean dotted with islands, and the yellow sands of the Rusty Coast.

And there, swinging around a sword slightly larger than herself, was J!







We cheered and danced like old Pomfriends do. She grabbed my arm and dragged me running at full speed back to Diren town for tea.

-david