>>6166232It is in Karag Dum that Ivan spots the crow headed sorceress as she is holding an audience... with herself. With a dozen of herself. A calm council of a dozen of herself is conversing in hushed tones, then stopping the audience as Ivan enters.
"Shouldn't you be fighting, High Zar?" A mocking voice says. It is not the voice of the crow, but of a porcelain figure, somewhat like the ones that were faced to the south by Magor and Hangar, yet grander, better shaped and certainly more imposing. "You could have been much more." Her voice says, as if looking up, admiring, then turns into a confident, then disgusted tone "But now your corpse shall be fed to the crows, your eyes plucked, your tongue thrown to the maggots and your heart fed to the dogs. And all for nothing. If not tomorrow, then in a century, or a millennia or ten of them." She pauses, then continues. "Go on. Die. Your gods shall like that." The next moment, she thrusts her hand towards Ivan's neck. Ivan awakes with a shriek, his throat aching.
Next turn please. And I'll note that for the following ~5 days I won't have access to my PC and possibly to internet at all, so no rush.
