Fancy Bastard Scales of War
The gentlest peak of the Seven Mounting Heavens of Celestia is Jusor. Travelers can ascend to its high vales by way of the wide slopes, whose pitches are intended not to tax the traveler too greatly but rather to invite them onward to Empyron far above. Not long after a traveler makes the ascent, the City of Healing’s alabaster towers come into view, graceful spires with fluted columns and wide, arcing bridges spanning the distance between them. The white walls bounding the city bear the merciful visages and snapping gold banners declaring the city’s devotion to life and living.
Through the open gates one finds broad avenues sheltered by the spreading boughs of massive oaks to dampen the sun’s brilliance. From any point in the city, one can just make out the still black waters on whose shores the city stands. No ripple mars its glassy surface and unseen stars reflect their light off its still waters.
The City of Healing welcomes all, offering succor to those in need. Within its walls, curses melt, injuries heal, and diseases flee. Travellers suffering any injuries, curses, diseases, or other persistent ailments find them lifted upon entering the city, yet it was not enough to wake Amyria from her comatose state.