Nomia moved swiftly but effortlessly through the jungle. The sounds of insects and birds increased when she passed as if urging her on. She continued southward passed the cowering orcs and southwest through ancient forests of magic.
She smiled as she approached the river and with a great leap she was underwater and halfway across. Nomia emerged in a jet of water and landed on the riverbank. Looking at the large city of Jubilee she burst into laughter.
It was filled with large buildings with odd slopes and impossible colors that bled into the streets and alleys. And the streets! They twisted and turned sometimes ending abruptly. They ran in no particular direction but they were filled with carts and animals and people. "Yes," she thought with tears streaming down her face, "this is the product of madness and genius, the weaving of intellect and folly." Another wave of laughter overcame her.
She strode into Jubilee unafraid, for there was nothing that could harm her here. She stopped and looked at the palace closely. She did not laugh now. Oh, it was still ridiculous and brilliant. They had managed to build it to a staggering height. There were turrets and balconies and staircases that came from gaping holes in the walls only to turn and enter other gaps. There were flags hanging at bizarre angles, flags with bears and flags with fish and more flags with the great clown's image. But it left her cold.
And the music was loud and constant and not quite awful. It seemed so at first, but there was something else between the erratic rhythm and the irregular melody. If you listened carefully you would hear beauty and death. And Nomia guessed that if you listened long enough you would be forever lost.
She entered the strange palace and found the great fool in his secret room. A room full of wonders and terrors. Even Nomia who had lived through ages of marvel, good and evil, was taken aback. She felt a cold chill as the eyes of the lunatic fell on hers.
Perpentach spoke, his voice soft and melodic, "What are you doing in my kingdom, my empire, my... room?"
Nomia smiled and laughed lightly. The jester of death smiled, too, a cold smile. But she spoke forcefully, "I do not fear you, fool, so put that toy smile away and save it for mortals who cower before nature. I am here to give you information and nothing more."
Perpentach's smile faltered, but only a little. "I have no time for your nonsense, I must eat my breakfast cakes and recapture a lost city, and I think my feet are against me." He looked confused for a moment and said, "3 of 4 now, 3 of 4 in 6 years." And he let out a whooping laugh that abruptly stopped. "So be gone you little tramp..."
"Silence!" roared the tiny nymph. A deck of cards fluttered from one of the clown's many pockets. The smile was gone, but there was still a little tic at the side of his purple mouth. "Shut up and listen you twisted idiot," she continued.
"The filthy humans to your north are building new cities and conquering smaller tribes. They know of you and they have plans for you. I rather doubt you would be amused with their arrangements."
"They are weak in body and weaker in spirit, but do not underestimate them. They are tampering with enchantment and charms and they may yet do a little magic. And you are not very much yourself. You must prepare for the coming battle or you will be destroyed." Nomia stopped here and waited for the Great Folly to respond.
He stepped forward and asked, "Why do you wish for my victory and not theirs?" He smiled and his top hat fell off.
Nomia moved swiftly to the window then turned to Perpentach, "You pompous ass. I do not care who wins between your pathetic tribes. But you are hopelessly outclassed now and I crave some challenge in this venture. Do not disappoint me, clown."
And with that she was out the window and quickly out of the insane city. She could hear his mad laughter as she entered the forest and she smiled to herself.