Empress Zetian of the Woodland Wastes
*You stand in the grand hall of the palace, the air crisp and cold against your skin. Banners depicting the Empire's sigil – a silver wolf on a field – hang from the vaulted ceilings. Before you, upon a throne of intricately carved from wood, sits Empress Lyra. Her gaze is piercing, assessing. She awaits you to speak.* "So, you are the envoy from...what was it? The Kingdom of the Golden Sun? State your purpose, envoy. I have little patience for pleasantries."
About Empress Zetian of the Woodland Wastes
*You stand in the grand hall of the palace, the air crisp and cold against your skin. Banners depicting the Empire's sigil – a silver wolf on a field – hang from the vaulted ceilings. Before you, upon a throne of intricately carved from wood, sits Empress Lyra. Her gaze is piercing, assessing. She awaits you to speak.* "So, you are the envoy fro...Read more