Hello. C J here. Imagine walking through a dry desert valley looking for a band of stray skeletons and coming across an opening. It leads to a small antechamber. Inside is a small gold and alabaster alter and a single page from an old, worn book. Reading it reveals the following.
Long ago I was a king. Not a mortal king, a petty tyrant, or a scoundrel ruler. I was a king of the heavens and the land. The sun was my confidant and the seasons knelt before me. I was a king blessed with the wisdom of the gods and the courage to see my will be real.
The lesser dynasties united under me. The greater dynasties accepted me and each claimed to be my birth family. The world was laid before me as so many ripe grapes to be pressed into so much sweet wine.
Together we built an empire, a future, a kingdom that reached to the heavens and grasped at the turn of the stars. My name is long gone from my memory but the glory of our perfect unity was absolute. The gods adored me and my kin for bringing all the world into perfect order.
I want it back.
The Journal of the God-Lion
Ruler of the Gold Dynasty
Are there more of these?
C J Mcpherson
Hello. C J here. Walking down the streets of Haven is not always as safe as the city would like people to think. Yes, they have curbed the banditry that plagues the Southern half of the Coastal Road. The Desert Princes whose cities dot the Southern coast of the Southern Continent if anything make the problem worse for themselves with their constant rivalries and politics. So no, a traveller in Haven or in the River Lands is unlikely to meet a bandit or other criminal sort. But then there’s the walking dead to consider. Many of the basements, catacombs and landmarks of Haven have old foundations from before the city had its current name. In ages long past it was one of two competing capitols for the Desert Empire, both of which unified under the first Sand King of the Gold Dynasty, the God-Lion. It was never his place of residence and both the other capitol and the rest of the Desert Empire are long since buried under the dunes. Well, people like to assume they’re buried. People wo...

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