No mind is quite so obtuse or difficult to quicken as that which delves deeply within its own self, and indeed no mind is quite so delving of these depths as the one belonging to Skil Adamodius. Skil Adamodius was a Rok, and that is to say he was very old, and that is to say that even to his shimmering memories is lost his origin. He stood or rather sat upon the road Tagilec, watchful eyes absorbing many a strange scene. Yet no scene was so odd and jerky as that which approached from the north upon feted feet. Out from the vivid grays and putrid yellows came crawling and chittering two distinct and wholly different abominations; one he recognized as a bonejaw with his skin on and the other he could only surmise as some form of maggot.

        Skil Adamodius shook and turned, indulging in a rare bit of movement to approach the center of the road Tagilec so as to block the way of the travelers. He was large and took up more space then the Avenue he lay himself upon, red contrasting deep grays like a fiery aspect. The two figures were forced to stop before the thing, puzzled and yet not so alarmed by the presence before them. Neither spoke, and the mighty yellow thimble above moved two cycles before Skil Adamodius finally broke the silence. He said;

        "I have pondered and puzzled a good while among my grays of such figures like as you and none but a thought came about to question your origin." He paused and lifted a grasping claw to the boney one before continuing on, "This one knows the name of a bonejaw even with his skin on, I'd say you came of near the river Scrimmage, yet what is your companion? Some form of maggot? Can he speak of tongue as mine?"

        As the great mass finished it's gibbering and gesturing the maggot spoke with strong authority and evil intent, his mirrored globes burning hotly within his feather hollow, "Do you not recognize one as ancient and spread thin, O toppled and absorbed one? Even I remember your name, Skil Adamodius, scholar and tributary of tributaries. You are so slow yet quick! I ought to grimb but that thickness of a hollow is much to aggravating." And as he finished a silence fell over the trio, the thimble hurtling twice and on the third a light went on amid the grays of Skil Adamodius and he spoke a name he had not uttered for perhaps countless cycles of the thimble and the tortoise.

        "Reimbow Jimnjag, Prince of Maggots! Fires and ashen hues abound in your aspect even now as the bonfires are unlit and the fire maggots slumber awaiting you! Kinjarrow, this is your prize? You seek to rekindle these gorgeous blazen alters?" he sloshed and shook, turning to view the two before him with awkward and breathless expressions. Again he opened and let fall words from deep within his chest, “But much turnings have passed and many will pass before you reach this place, tell me and speak as the tongue that will not turn one to pass far and off his own trail, how do you intend to find even Kinjarrow?”

        Taking quick the fillet of the Bone Jaw and presenting him to Skil, he passed a claw lightly upon the polished mirror of the other, “Stolen skins present the way, see and know this skulking crawler knows the way into Kinjorrow!” the former was returned to his own footing after a moment and seven timings since, Skil Adamodius having proper and fitting seen. The latter mentioned drew back and let out a full browed sound so pierced and shrieking not but low before settling back well adjusted and quite turned. Again, the Maggot let winds escape perpently, “Tellings and knowings are much and I through takings and trill contractings have acquired such and more, yet the doings and beings are ever much and greater passing still beyond ever sayings and thinkings thus and ever after.”

        “Perpetrator of fallacy yet not untruing thusly.” ejaculated the delving singular, “Let me upon the secret and I shall procure permissions for you to proceed toward the horizon passing onward behind my great mass. If no truthful sayings are relayed upon mine listening hollows then none shall pass by mine great mountainous piece.” and Skil Adamodius turned a sour eye upon the visage of both and the individual of the pair displayed openly before his own self.

        Reimbow gave a simple signing formed in manners well known and common among beasts in the knowledge and even those loosely tied to this intangible effect as well. Skil Adamodius took in a great wind, the points of his molded mirrors rolling upwards to the heavens above as he gathered together his many scattered gray parcels to procure his interrogatory premises to be leveled well against the maggot and briny stewing bone one. The polished gray thing and the high yellow thimble traded places above them five and seven times before again he let forth the winds within the possession of his being which he kept well and unwell throughout many more rotations of the hard and solids that pass and turn and travel throughout the changing of Myrmidon.

        “Merciless and vile, the courtition of sparrowed fellows had many a member to speak of and each was much in their wisings. I, Lordly Adamodius, spent many a passing among them and so have gained and gotten much to use in such things as the questioning. State as fro the origin of your setting out so I might judge you as such and pray do not end until you find your narrative most stoppingly found upon the personage before your own globes.” the blocking thing bloated and belched forth doingly.

        Bone jaw Lofty Finger churned in his place, the soft red that was tied loosely within his consumption rolling all about as he made effort to move and look upon the one that is Reimbow before saying said, “Tell not my shamed and speckled efforts past! I must not be reminded.”

        Jimnjag let the corners of his lips peel and curl ever much, grimacing pleasantly upon his companion, “Worry not sir boned and heighted, I shall do as I am want to do.” and so the fiery maggot took upon the broad limb things of the other to gain altitude on the thing of Skil, preparing a muching speech. And so he spoke;

        “Many timings have passed and yet fewing thusly since we crept out from the great maw of the earth- back within thusly I made contract with this Bonejaw -and out upon the Water Lily we trod toward Head and High Road, along the murky and grimy tan we encountered a Fat Child, a sign of much luck. A wrong turn led us to a spot most unwanted by name of Sindren. The livings there were much awed by us and yet betrayed us, taking much in form of Child most Fat. Up to the body of a tall and growing thing we left both taker and taken to rot until Sky and Tortoise become most bleak. Onward past and into the flowing ground we made and here we now find our own selves most stopped by a creature most unpleasant in all it’s being.”

        A stale mood hung over the group as Reimbow finished his sayings, Skila Adamodius chittering to his own as he let forth belchorous groupings of thought into the atmosphere to make room for new things to think and do and say. “Let me now most deeply delve into these new thoughts you have given me, I must take much time to consider all equally.” the fat tone made itself into the air.

       The slimy maggot simply let raise a grouping of grasping things, directing one upon the direction of this road blockage with evil eyeings. The next moment, Skil gurgled and chided as he turned upon his spot; his great consuming member gulping ravenous as his solid turned to liquid and liquid to vapor, leaving but color where once sat he. The two wondrous fiends looked on the scene as it played out before them with no special interest or excitement as if much too mundane for attention. Once all was done and finished they passed on over the colored spot where once sat a titan to continue up their way.

        The country of ever ascending towers surmounted by their deep greening tops is vast and stretching ever greatly onward toward the horizon of the great rending and consuming ridges beyond there, diverging about and around to meet upon the other side and turn onward until it dies upon the border of the vast and redding wastes. These wastes are populated by things most small of stature and plated and garnished with thin wings, a small nuisance. The redding wastes pull into a vast area most characterized by deep scars in the silten surface of the world whereupon all joins into the Plains of Sorrowed Hollows. This land mentioned just last is of most depressing tones of green and blue that cover all as a blanket woven with many hues, the largest of these blue things being the Water Argenon which flows out from a land to the westing and farther to its source it finds itself within the same origin of the Lily. Within the center of this vasting depression of land is the great city known by tongues as Wilton Grova.