CHAPTER 2
"Save...me...Save me!" she says...you hear the voices even now...
Now you follow the road southbound through the mudpooled road that enters to the head of Harpidiom. It is a dire road but it is solemn and empty. The only other person you've seen was a skunky man that ignored you and walked plainly into the swamp. But you do not attempt to care about the swamp peoples or their mystiques; there is something that needs to be done.
You know that land: it is Panthera and it is death. It is the Land of Change for it is the Land of Genematism; for it is the land of the Endless Feud of the Panthermen, and the Domain of Superiority and the Wielders of Genematich Rods - the Genemats or the Endless Torturers.
A man with a broad hat stops you. He seemed to appear from nowhere. His eyes a deep grey shade and his eyes a white silver
"What is it?"
You see that he wears a strange mask; it is black and it seems like two horns protude from either side;
"You may know me. I am the Hierophant; in another time, in another place: the shaft of air you breathed and pierced like arrows to the bretheren cursed were my worries and prayers; you my brother, are a person of great importance to the people far and wide across. That is why I will not kill you. But understand, a great Death, a Dragon of olden, has struck like a small pin-needle blade to the most important vein in your body; the shifting mask of Death has a will and here, in this road, it may choose to ignore the Greater Will of the Greater God;"
"Be plain about it, man! Will you kill me here or not! Money?"
"I've said enough...Just now it's name: it is not the maiden, nor the apeish thing, nor the famed blackstar; but a greater evil you've not yet faced across time and space!"
He disappears into grey mist.