We were not the first
I will be sending you a full report on my land survey later, but for the time being I thought I’d like to write personally to you about something I’ve found. Something strange.
As you well know the Serobriv land Survey had been focused primarily along the coast till last month, We’d found very little usable land and even less that would be profitable to start a new estate on. If picking weren’t so slim we’d never venture inland that way, what with our standing amongst the tribes of that region and all that. But initial explorations showed promise.
The soil quality was impressive, the land flat (though heavily forested) and the rivers were wide and navigable. All in all, east of Serobriv seemed to be nearly perfect ground for construction of new farming estates. But well, I found something other than farm lands out there.
There was a path that led off from the coastal road, no map we had included it and no signs denoted a destination. Yet it was well worn, and it’s bridges still crossable. We did what any good surveyors would do, and followed it. Carefully recording our steps and keeping an eye out, after all the local Sosnovyye tribes were less friendly here than elsewhere.
We found ruins. Odd ruins. In the bend of a river that had overflowed its banks, leaving the whole place waterlogged. But the water wasn’t what was strange, plenty of towns found their deaths drowning. No, what struck me as odd was the familiarity of it all.
There was no mistaking it, these were ruins of a Thálassagorodian township. The buildings we found, some old brick structures, overgrown and half collapsed into the expanding river all but proved that. It was the bricks you see. Anyone who’s lived in the republic for too long ends up knowing them like the back of their hand, they’re everywhere and they feel and smell quite distinct. No other place in the whole world quite has the same bricks as us nor uses them quite as freely. These were those, the smell struck me first, as though I was back in the city for a moment. But they were old, clearly worn by rain and river. Even the oldest buildings in the city didn’t look this far gone. There were perhaps a dozen or so of the ruins, all striking ghosts of places I almost knew.
At the far side of the flooded settlement stood the tallest peak of this dead town, a ruined tower, it’s top missing. But it bore all the hallmarks of a mages tower, albeit without the top it’s hard to be sure. We couldn’t really get a good look, not without wading through the stale waters, and frankly we weren’t prepared for that. But still, if this place had a mages tower and several brick buildings this far out, it must have been very important, but why and to whom? Why wasn’t it on any of our maps?How do none of us know this place? How… old is it all?
We ventured back to Serobriv, and asked some of the locals. While they were well aware of the place they knew little more than what we’d learnt just by looking. That it was old, a town once important, now forgotten. They had no proper name for it. All they would say for sure, is that it was here long before us, and that it’s best left well alone.
Now brother, I know our fair republic has a long and convoluted history. But surely a township of that scale this far into the easten highlands wouldn’t just be lost to time? Perhaps you could look through the libraries back home, search out any clue as to what this place was? I would be very grateful if you could.
Something about it has me off centre. When we walked that path I couldn't help but wonder how many had walked with me through the ages. Clearly we were not the first who came to this land looking for their fortunes, but what happened to those who came before us. Perhaps more importantly, are we marching in lockstep with the mistakes of the past? Do we await their same fate?