22nd Jahrdrung 2512
Midday
Gaius Gracchus Lupo gulps as he begins to take in the scale of the work being undertaken before him in the blazing Nehekharan heat.
Literal legions of Lybaras's skeleton labourers dig at the dead soil under the direction of whip-armed Necrotects, a handful of Tomb Princes standing watch to ensure that their queen's will is being properly made manifest. Huge animated statues pick up the largest buried stones and haul them out of the way, while merely
large statues work at the ground at the front of the digging corridor with huge picks.
Gaius looks towards the sea, just visible through the shimmering heat, where the artificial bay is lapped by sea water. Skeletons and constructs have no need to breathe and as such are perfectly quiescent when asked to dig under water. Then he turns and gazes inland, where he can just about see tiny shapes moving as they work under the personal direction of Chief Necrotect Ramhotep the Visionary to bore a hole through the World's Edge Mountains.
"We considered cutting through from the
Sour Sea through the
Marshes of Madness to the
Black Gulf. It would be a shorter route, but there are a lot of Orcs in the area and draining the Marsh would be a pain. And the Gulf isn't easily navigable. But taking it from the Gulf of Fear to the Ash River and onto the
Great Mortis River, we can create a passage directly into the
Great Ocean."
"Do you.. have a.. map?"
He doesn't look at me, but rather keeps staring.
"I can do better than that." I
take a globe out of subspace and spin it around so that the portion displaying Nehekhara is facing him. "See here?"
"
How far is it?"
"About fifteen hundred miles in total. The bit we're digging
now is about five hundred, and it won't be all that deep or wide to start with. In the end we want it to be navigable by galleons, but to start with it will just be open to barges."
He looks at the globe.
Then he looks at the work.
Then at the mountains.
Then at the globe.
"This is a little larger than the road between Luccini and Verezzo."
"Yes, but given your reaction, you're a good deal more mentally stable than the person doing this."
"I can't imagine the mind that could conceive of a work like this."
"Um, thank you?"
His eyes widen. "
You designed this?"
"No, just the conception. The design of the canal is the work of Necrotect Ramhotep."
"He is one of the undead."
"Yes indeed. And not.. really one of the sane ones. Though High Queen Khalida says that he was the same when he was alive."
"But…
How..?"
"Sentient Undead range from glorified automatons to beings who have essentially the same mental processes as the living. Sophont Tomb Kings and Queens
sometimes fixate on the patterns of the lives they lived when they were alive, and those ones are not easy to deal with. Others aren't much different from living sovereigns. High Queen Khalida is aware of herself sufficiently well to grasp opportunities like this. Ah, but it's probably not something you should try without knowing your target very well first."
Gaius nods, tracing the route across the globe. "If this is successful, Luccini would be the first port that a ship would reach in the Old World."
"Unless the captain felt like trying to head directly for Los Cabos, certainly."
"They would have to contend with the pirates of
Sartosa, though I suppose no more than they do so presently."
"I believe that it may be necessary to deal with Sartosa. Once the canal has finished and the shipping routes change."
He spins the globe anticlockwise, viewing the world to the west of Nehekhara.
"This is
Ind and
Cathay?" I nod. "This will make passage far easier and swifter. And avoid having to deal with the elves at the
Fortress of Dawn. You are not at all concerned about what they will do about their sudden drop in revenue?"
"The wonderful thing about dealing with the undead: raiding their settlements doesn't really
do much. There's not a lot there to burn, and even if you smash every skeleton to pieces all it means is a little extra work for the Liche Priests." I shrug. "Should it prove necessary, I'll discuss the subject diplomatically above the level of whatever prince is running the place. I'd be astonished if elven vessels didn't end up using this canal as well."
"Queen Khalida's city is Lybaras?" I nod. "Near the western entrance. This will make her a very rich woman. Assuming that she cares for such things."
"She very much does. She also hopes that engaging with the wider world will aid in the mental recovery of her contemporaries. Or at least attract the foreign expertise that might be required to fix their problems."
"They… Seem to be managing well enough."
"Their priest told them that they would rise as golden demigods, and Nagash the Black made them rise as wizened corpses. They want to upgrade."
Gaius looks directly at me, and he appears to have calmed down a little.
"Is that possible?"
"Nothing is possible until someone does it. Who would have believed that a man could fly by strapping bed sheets to his back and flapping them with his legs before
Daddallo did it?"
"I have
seen him do it and I am not certain that I believe it." He nods. "But I understand what you mean. I cannot deny that the undead here are clearly working towards this goal, so I suppose that it does not matter whether it is ultimately possible or not so long as they believe that it is."
"So are you prepared to accept my commission?"
"I would feel somewhat foolish if I saw all of this and
still did not accept. You do not mind if I inform my father about the additional shipping we can expect?"
"If it was a problem, I wouldn't have told you. Once we establish a working relationship, I will naturally be sharing more information with Luccini. A few years should be enough time for the construction of a few new docks, shouldn't it?"
"Yes, though I think -for the good of the city- it will need to be managed by someone else while I occupy myself with teaching Reikland peasants how to lay paving stones."
"Not just Reikland. The network is-."
"Yes, yes. But this is the Emperor's commission first. The peasants who I teach will be the foremen when the work expands into other Provinces. Reiklanders are not unfond of prestige. I will need to look at where stone can be quarried, and what carters might be hired…"
I nod. "I believe that the Emperor has scribes who can lay their hands on that information. You've seen enough, then?"
He nods slowly, once more looking over the diggings. "I believe that I will take what I have seen here to my grave."
"Would you like to meet the Queen before we leave?"
"Will she meet with me?"
"Probably. You're socially the equivalent of one of their princes, though I'm afraid that we're both barbarians in their eyes. Allow me to check.
Back shortly."
I fly at speed, passing over the immense project area to the observation point where High Queen Khalida waits with her court. Where they've been waiting for weeks, unmoving, acting only when something actually requires their attention.
Prince Ahmose stares at me for a moment as I appear, then returns to his 'at rest' pose. High Queen Khalida on the other hand actually rises to greet me as I bow.
"Ambassador. Your archeotech has accepted the commission."
"Indeed, majesty. If you are willing, he would like to meet you before travelling to the Reikland to begin his work."
She walks closer, stopping within arm's reach in a way that is causing a slightly uncomfortable shift in the stance of her guards. They know her will but they don't adapt well to change.
"I am. First, however, you have a duty here." She reaches up and pulls off her restored mask, revealing the living but unfeeling flesh behind it, enchanted eyes gazing into mine.
"And I would hate to be delinquent." I lean forward to kiss her. "Khali."