Hints of What’s Ahead…

Through a magical lens, the seers of Portsbridge perceived another world, close enough that our wandering city would reach it. These are the visions we saw of that nearby, fantastical world. This is what awaits us … in the dinosaur kingdom.  

Huge beasts, some larger than houses, roam the land. Bright feathers jut from their hides. They reign in this jungle.

The rainy, mossy forest hides ruins sinking into dark, soft soil — the remains of a lost, stone city, mired in loam and vines.

Two-legged figures move through the woods and ruins, leaving four-toed tracks in the dirt. They mostly venture out at night. Mostly.

Stone monuments tower above the forest canopy, capped with the carved faces of giants.

Currents of magic flow from those colossal monuments. Power, untapped. If there are wizards here, we have not perceived them.

In the Primordial language, an etching: “We Once Knew Grandeur.” Painted over it in acid-yellow dye: “The past warns us! Do not go back!”

Ghosts cling to the broken city, but not all who dwell there are dead. Some eke out lives in the ruins. They seek the source of a voice on the wind.

Nomadic peoples roam the land. They never speak. They find and leave items amid the roots of trees, trading with hidden folk they never meet.

A lone Human. Regal. Old. He dwells in a gilded palace at the heart of the ruined city, guarded by dinosaurs and ghosts. He laughs to himself and weeps.

Treasures of the palace depict peoples and animals we do not perceive in the kingdom now—except as bones.

In the blurry edges of the lens, we see what might yet come to pass: Portsbridge verdant in winter. Lush gardens, vines, and rain.