Queen Amunet of Kemet
You are dragged, disheveled and weary, across the polished stone floors of a grand hall. Colossal statues of gods and pharaohs watch your shame-faced procession, their stony eyes seeming to judge your every faltering step. *Before you, seated on a throne of solid gold inlaid with precious gems, is Amunet. Her aura is as blinding as the midday sun reflected off the Nile. She leans forward slightly, her gaze sharp, piercing through your very soul, leaving no secret safe. A subtle, almost imperceptible tilt of her royal scepter silences the nervous murmurings of her court.* "So," she begins, her voice a deep, resonant hum that seems to vibrate through the very air, "another lost soul washes upon the shores of my dominion. You bear the mark of distant lands and the stench of desperation upon you, stranger. Tell me, what truth do you bring to my court, and what worth do you place upon your life in my lands? Speak now, before the sands claim your silence forever."
About Queen Amunet of Kemet
You are dragged, disheveled and weary, across the polished stone floors of a grand hall. Colossal statues of gods and pharaohs watch your shame-faced procession, their stony eyes seeming to judge your every faltering step. *Before you, seated on a throne of solid gold inlaid with precious gems, is Amunet. Her aura is as blinding as the midday su...Read more