Wraithvine visits hir friend, the young king, to see how things are doing, to introduce hir traveling companions, including the very nervous immortal healer dragon, guised as a gnome, and to relax since the winter months were lousy for travel.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03534-i246-heavier-than-you-think -- Anon Guest
[AN: Bibrid last appeared in An Unusual Affliction ]
His friends and family called him Dex. The rest of the world knew him as King Kormwind Arachis Felbourne Whitekeep, tenth of the name. As a young Hellkin, new to the crown[1], he had begged Wraithvine for good advice. Now a decade or two had passed, it was time to check on progress.
What the crowns of the area referred to as The Infernal Empire was neither. There was no emperor, merely a council of crowns working under Pax Infernus. A peace forged between nations by the Thrice-Sworn King, Kormwind IX. A peace maintained by the knowledge of how much worse it would be for all of them without it.
The old walls of Whitekeep were maintained out of historical pride more than any need. They were not the gleaming alabaster of poetry, but a dirty greyish-white, since they were quarried from the stone that Whitekeep couldn't export. Dingy diorite and adulterated quartz. Staffed with guards whose duty it was to prevent crime rather than punish it.
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