The Martian capital Oll'Sal'us has some surface redevelopment, but the only real external difference between it and the other cities I've visited is that the surface entrances are slightly larger, probably to enable the larger Manhunter ships to enter and exit. One of them passes overhead as we approach, prompting a wave from me and a ducked-head-stare from Natasa.
"You must have seen aircraft before, surely?"
You expect her to bother looking out for the Invisible Jet?

Which is kind of, you know..
Invisible? And I find it unlikely any aircraft would have gotten anywhere near flyover distance of Themyscira thanks to the wards... You know, having a whale-sized (and likely whale-shaped) thing flying nearby is bound to trigger the ducking reflex, no matter how far away.
"Not like that. Is she.. here?"
I'm not sure who runs the capital city, but the manual agricultural reclamation appears to be being done almost exclusively by Whites with a few Green… I don't want to say 'overseers'. Line managers? I mean, some of the Greens are doing the same work as the Whites but they're clearly in the minority.
At least they aren't wandering about with rifles and whips?
Unless they've all shapeshifted. I suppose. It's not like I could tell.
S'yrra hasn't. The other Red with hers has given… This isn't working, themself two extra arms, and the runic charms… Grown? On their clothing indicate that they're the Sorcerer I asked for. The uniformed and armed Manhunters are practically background. I haven't learned Martian body language and their desires aren't focused on anything in particular. They're more job-focused at the moment.
It says
so much about OL that local law enforcement get about as much comment as furniture...
I accelerate us, dropping to the ground just in front of the two Reds. S'yrra is focusing most of her attention on Natasa, who is maintaining a stiff and formal bearing.
"This is.. your necromancer."
I mean, I doubt Natasa is wearing any kind of fancy robes. Maybe a black mantle over regular clothes? Hardly the stereotypical necromancer look... You know, what would a
Martian Necromancer stereotype be like, I wonder?
Natasa gives her a shallow bow. "I am a priestess of Hades, the God of the Dead of the Hellenes."
"What are Hellenes?"
I wonder, do Martians really
grok the differences in human cultures? I mean, some of their communities may have
slight differences, but Mars is largely a monoculture...
"The subset of humans from her part of the world. Different religions on Earth have different Gods of the Dead."
The Sorcerer makes.. what I think is a minor warding gesture. Their clothing is partially interfering with my empathic vision and Martian magic appears to only very roughly match up to the particular spells I've learned about on Earth.
Different culture, different mentality, different magic. And the extra hands
do make it a lot easier to weave magical sigils...
"Have you.. tried to speak with Karmang the Good?"
"I have tried, but… I do not believe that he is dead."
Yeah, that'll get quite the reaction...
The Sorcerer Priest remains completely still.
"Explain."
...Just not the obvious physical one, of course. I bet he had to hold back a mental **What?**
"Without a link to the living world, shades… Fall into torpor. Which… Makes finding the oldest a simple matter; simply look for the most slumberous. Those who were in life active magic users are easier, those whose great deeds reshaped the world easier still. I have cast around the spirit realms of Mars and I have not found sign of Karmang."
"That is hardly proof. Karmang's knowledge of magic was vast; no doubt there are ways to shield against such spells."
Indeed. But would ancient sorcerers feel the need to
use them? After all, most seeking them would believe they'd use such spells to defend themselves... Who'd think they'd go without?
Headology: not just for Witches!
"Yes."
A spectral Red Martian shimmers into existence besides Natasa.
Oh, my. Someone who
did know Karmang, I see? At least her trip wasn't entirely wasted.
"But my master had no knowledge of them. For all his insight he knew little more than he taught us."
The sorcerer's fingers twitch and flick, arms moving rapidly-. Ah! Creating a runic network through complex ritual gestures! Clever. Humans don't really have the morphology for it, but I've seen Ted's ideas for thaumically active drones that could do something similar. Sand dances in response to the gestures, grey light twinkling around the shade.
I bet if they had pseudopod tendrils or tentacles attached to the fingers, they could weave entire glyphs using only their flesh... The alternative is that they use finger-stances ala Naruto...
"Who were you?"
"I awoke with no name. The one who called himself Karmang named me for the expression on the surface of my mind when he found the cave in which I awoke. Nervous but hopeful."
Well,
there's a name to live with. Bet he got a few chuckles from his companions over the years... Unless they had equally odd names.
"Hkronmar." / "H'ronmeer."
The shade makes an affirmative gesture.
Oh,
my. That's a
bomb. If the locals actually
believe it is H'ronmeer, this is going to be a major shake-up!
"Enunciation changes, even for us. But since it is what you want to know, I have never felt the spirit of my former master lose its material tether. I do not know how he has managed it. He never claimed to have taught us everything that he knew, but death-magic was never my focus either."
The sorcerer's eyes light up.
With excitement? With shock? With telepathic contact? Hmm...
Could a living Martian make contact with the mind of a ghost? Or does the lack of a physical brain make for too large an obstacle?
"I am sharing this meeting with the rest of my order. Master…" They kneel. "The knowledge you could share with us-."
"Is very little. We existed at a strange time with unique challenges, but your research has taken you far further than we could have imagined."
A nice turnaround of the 'Ancient mages knew so much that we have lost' trope. I bet a lot of spells have changed over the eons, just from a safety angle.

No 'cast from hit points' rubbish these days!
"I apologise for intruding in what I'm sure is a theologically significant moment for you, but-" I gesture to the panting Natasa. "-keeping old shades active isn't easy. Could we move this on to the issue at hand?"
An affirmative gesture from S'yrra. "Yes. Great H'ronmeer, do you know what Karmang the Good's opinion on the different colours of Martians was?"
Oh, boy, here we go...
"Yes, it was a subject that interested him greatly. He strove mightily to understand how a specie as protean as ours could have a resting form with particular properties, and what if anything separated the colours."
"I meant, regarding their roles in society."
That is an interesting question, really.
Why do Martians have a 'base' form as such? Does using a form other than their default take a toll on their power? A sort of metamorphic upkeep? I wonder what Mars'
Red has to say on the matter...
"Civilisation was still struggling to emerge. There were only eleven of us at Z'onn Z'orr, and it was not until I returned to the caverns that I encountered Green Martians for the first time. Karmang himself gave no commands regarding how we should lead or who should be allowed to occupy what positions. Given that he admitted to ignorance on the subject of colour identity, he would have considered it premature to make a judgement."
Heh. And that alone is telling. 'Ignorant of colour identity'? There's another bomb.
"But there were no Green Martians at Z'onn Z'orr."
"Not while I studied there."

But wait, there's more bombs to drop, and this one's a doozie!
"Nor White Martians."
"Not as students, no. But it would hardly have been Z'onn Z'orr without Karmang."
Those words alone would shake Mars up...
"What..?" The sorcerer ripples. "What do you mean by that?"
"Obviously, that Karmang was White."
...But these will set it on
fire.

And they will, because there's a lot of people around to hear that. And no sooner will they register what was said then it'll be passed on to others. "Hey, I just heard the ghost of H'ronmeer say Karmang the Good was a
White!" Yeah,
that statement will be heard on the
other side of Mars before this scene will be done...
Oh.
I… Look around, and see that while not all of the agronomists around us are staring at us, they've all stopped working.
Yep. They're taking it in, and some will already be passing it on. Just that aura of
shock is telling.
"What?"
"Karmang was White. I was slightly surprised that other Whites existed; I had at first thought that it was only him." The shade turns to Natasa. "I thank you for allowing me to see what Mars has become, but you should not strain yourself so much on my account. Return me to sleep, and wake me again after you have recovered if you have need of me."
I suspect, if the Sorceror wasn't flying, he would have collapsed on his ass... And will no doubt want to learn necromancy just to get to talk to H'ronmeer and others again...
Natasa nods gratefully, and the shade evaporates.
"So how's that going to affect discussions?"
Give them a moment to drink in that little reveal, OL. Their world has
literally just been flipped over.
S'yrra stares at me, while the sorcerer does the vacant eye glow which indicates heavy telepathic traffic.
"You will get what you want. I'm just not sure what else will happen."
OL
might have to wait while the world takes in the news...

No
way will this stay quiet, no matter
how much the Reds try to cover it up.