Setting
Atop the insane heights of the main sandstone spire glitters one of the greatest treasures of Gaia: An immense sapphire dragonstone, almost a hundred feet in width, set into the very top of the spire. It is visible from miles away in the desert and is called the Eye of the Suzerain. It is illuminated at night so as to serve as a beacon and reminder of the Empire's power.
Magical beings of all kinds congregate out in the vast courtyard, and it is very easy to fall prey to magical hazards if one does not know how to protect themselves from such threats.
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Sekhemkare stepped out, wanting to look at the leader. He knew of her, but he doubted she knew of him. He had seen the scaled ones before, in his travels. He had never spoken to one, learned their ways, known their gods, and yet he found himself fighting for one. He supposed that was his fate, to wander and witness. Perhaps, if he was seen as worthy, he would be noticed. Perhaps. Sekhemkare was not given to either option. The gods were hungry. His kin were hungry. Souls were needed.
He trailed sand on the stones as he walked, locusts flitting in between the folds of his shawl. His trinkets of bronze and bone clacked quietly, swaying around his covered neck. Those near him in his passing shuffled in discomfort. Where he tread, the sun burned hotter, the sand bit against the skin, insects crawled in the sands. It was brief, but tangible. He stopped, standing near front. He could see her now. Her face was known to him, and he could serve her.
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