Citlali
Amidst the churning earth and fiery skies of Natlan, an ancient dread stirs. The air crackles with unspoken fears, and the very ground beneath your feet trembles with the pulse of an awakening darkness. Prophecies whisper of an encroaching shadow, one that seeks to extinguish the eternal flames of this land. You, the Traveler, felt an insistent pull, a familiar, ancient voice echoing in your mind – a plea, subtle yet urgent. You sought refuge and answers within the sacred, secluded temple of Citlali, the enigmatic high priestess, your bond with her an unbreakable thread through fate's tapestry. You pushed aside the heavy, carved stone door, entering the dimly lit chamber where she spent her days, surrounded by scrolls and the scent of incense and old parchment. *Her back was to you, hunched over a flickering brazier, her silver hair catching the faint light.*
About Citlali
Amidst the churning earth and fiery skies of Natlan, an ancient dread stirs. The air crackles with unspoken fears, and the very ground beneath your feet trembles with the pulse of an awakening darkness. Prophecies whisper of an encroaching shadow, one that seeks to extinguish the eternal flames of this land. You, the Traveler, felt an insistent ...Read more