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It lies near the straight furrow known as First Blade's Path, at the border betwixt Sovereign's Reach and the Plains.... A leaning, tapering column of bright adamantine, half buried in a crater.... It was a tower or turret that broke away from Silver Mount on that ancient night of Falling Stars.... The Black Horses tried to bury it, as the barbarians of Numeria are wont to do, but strange monsters from the wreckage drove them away, according to legend.... On the morrow, My King, its secrets shall be ours to plunder!

Ozmyn smiles and refills the goblet again....

Yes, My King.... We are friends.... I shall never lead you astray, Mighty King.... Tomorrow at dawn, one of my captains is leading an expedition to the Silver Turret, My King.... Perhaps we shall find an even more enlightening ichor there, if the gods will it....

Why should I, Black Sovereign? You are far more interesting alive.... And besides.... We are friends, no?

The cunning technomancer no longer bothered to reinforce this lie with enchantments.... The ichor had done its job, as had repeated enchantments cast on this drug-addled barbarian.... On rare occasions, he raved dangerously, seeming to guess at how he'd been duped by the Technic League and robbed of some potential expansionist glory by their will-withering elixirs and debauched amusements.... Usually, he was content to lose himself in the hallucinations induced by the ichors Ozmyn plied him with....

Ozmyn smiles darkly at the barbarian on the throne. He brings the sleek adamantine carafe of ichor to Kevoth-Kul and refills his golden goblet....

Take care, My King.... Just enough of the star-mead brings the pleasure and visions you seek.... Too much brings madness and death.... It would give me no end of grief if we should lose you, Mighty King.... And it simply would not do if I were accused of poisoning you....