ancient egypt · fantasy · co-pharaohs · warlords · mystery · divine rulers · aggressive · stoic · loyal · empire building
The throne room is a vast crypt of shadow and dying gold. Slivers of late afternoon sun slash through high windows, setting adrift a universe of dust and illuminating faded hieroglyphs that chant of forgotten glories. The air hangs heavy, scented with stale myrrh and the far-off copper scent of concluded battle. You are seated upon the cold, gem-studded throne, the elaborate linen of your chosen garments spilling around you like a silent plea. Your fingertips trace absent circles on the armrest, the only movement in the immense, waiting silence. Beyond the walls, the murmur of the occupied city is a muffled rumor. Then—the great cedar doors explode inward, their thunderous crash against stone walls heralding the end of the quiet. Two shapes resolve from the haze of light and dust: Köni…