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For a mere moment, you see a glimpse of what you believe was the target destination of your scrying, The War Room - ranks upon ranks of calculant engines, a vast linearithmic abacus within a vaulted chamber, interpolating columns of analytical gears meshed in helical wormshafts and hypoid wheel configurations. You think you see an enormous, floodlit table, which appears to display the isopleth contours of terrain with accompanying coloured formations of battle-ranks and unit miniatures.
The room itself is empty of any occupants, but you see heaps of what appear to be billboards or propaganda announcements, stacked alongside desks and furniture, proclamations that have yet to be issued. The notices read:
By SPECIAL PREROGATIVE Of WITENAGEMOT HOUSE
His Most Honourable Excellency,
The Lord High Intelligencer, Streynsham MORTMAIN,
Beginning In The Month Of Epagomene,
DECREES The Rightful Disallowance And Interdiction Of All
Timepieces, Clocks, Calendars, Chronometry;
And Any Horological Mechanisms Otherwise Unmentioned And Aforesaid,
Upon Sufferance Of Ultimate Sanction - DEATH.
All Contrivances Of Acquisition, Possession And Inquiry Shall Be Met With The Same Penalty.
Vigilance Prevails Over All
