5/30/2025, 1:35 AM
skill: seer
The young Pharoah calls, beckoning those gathered. Those who followed him, aligned themselves to him. Pheonix had held interest in tbe young wolf, if even mostly out of curiosity of the blooming vision he had for the land and those who reside within.
Another man is booming then, gathering, commanding. The priestess passes him, oasis eyes of scorching sands and blue desert waters, dance over him as she makes her way into Khaemwaset direction.
It is as I had said, unstable magic has leaked out into this world. The land will purge itself of us before it allows corruption to befall it again.Her eyes dancing then between those gathered.
We must hunt. We must seek the runes.Would they listen to her plea?