Floating indolently in a steamy haze had resolved nothing. My shoulder still ached as I clambered out. So did my heart. I drew a little magic to quickly dry myself, wincing as the beads of moisture flashed into steam as though my skin were hot stone, then padded back to my quarters. I dressed quickly, in the charcoal-grey sampot, crown and collar. My makeshift leather armour would serve for the journey, but was not appropriate attire for visiting the manor of a noble house.
The Temples baths were a late addition to the building, when the number of templar-wives in the Naggaramakam grew too large to be accommodated in the main bath-house near the eastern wall.
If you’re wondering what’s happened with the Ashes of Athas home / non-convention play, it seems there’s been some kind of snag with distribution permission.
There’s a thread on the WotC site acting as a sort of petition, asking Wizards to prioritize resolving the confusion. If you’re interested in playing Ashes of Athas, and you can’t make the conventions, this is where you want to weigh in. Please remember that hostility just makes the overseers mad.
I do not remember leaving the palace. For all I know, my lord and husband might have teleported me through the Grey – he has done that before when he wanted something done quickly. More likely, my mind was simply too preoccupied to take notice of the route my legs took through those shadowy halls.
A new Eye on Dark Sun article by Rodney Thompson is up today:
In the deserts of Athas, mirages are as uncommon as the travelers that witness them. Images that appear are often lures into greater danger, generated by malicious creatures or simply the byproduct of a ravaged world. Even so, it is rare for two people to have the same vision. The lone exception to this rule is the Ghost Caravan, which seems as though it could not be real . . . yet is a phenomenon that has been reported too many times to be dismissed as a mere trick of the mind.
My lord and husband's private chambers, deep inside his stone palace, are windowless. No torches line the walls. The Shadow King himself needs no light to see by, and many of his magical experiments require total darkness. Even the most favoured of his wives are not permitted to bring their own illumination into these halls.