Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190105024435

"So, sensing the man with her ancient senses, the new ruling pharaoh went through the poeple in adoration. Through the highest of building, to the lowest of cracks, his trace had led her to a pyramid, one made of shifting sand. The priest within had spoken of a shrouded individual who said something about seeing the kingdom he loved for one last time. The people that he loved, the things they had built. All of it, to be seen one...last...time"

"And then, he was to be forgotten, to depart the land and take his place among his ancestors in the hostile 'tombs of tha giants'. A place besieged by a fragment of the primeval times, ever assailed by gagantic sand typhoons. Obviously, hearing of the previous ruler subjecting himself to death...to go that far to avoid a war that was never to happen to begin with...it shredded the pharaoh's heart. And thus, at the next dawn, she went how, with no horse, no camel, no food, no water, but her divine strength gifted from the kin that long left. To find him and bring him back..."