Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26210095-20161015002246/@comment-26444332-20161027211300

Eureka Enderborn wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: I shall show myself when you realize what you are, successor, the voice replies. ''And you had better hurry: Ask Amun-Ra for guidance if you must. All I can give you now is this: To smith a kingdom, you require the proper Forge.'' An idea forms in Anubis's head, almost like it was planted there by something. He walks into the Hall of the Gods, where there was a statue to each member of the pantheon, and he kneeled.

"Hail, Amun-Ra, ancient of heaven, support of all things.

Hail, chief of the gods, maker of all things above and below.

Make my world a world of swords.

Make thy servant an overcomer of a thousand battles.

Make thy servant worthy to sit upon his exalted throne.

Grant thy servant purpose and understanding.

Amun-Ra, I pray: I pray, grant me the Infinite World Forge!" As he speaks, brilliant golden lines like circuits spread out from around his feet, and with a blast of cold flame the world goes white.

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When the light fades, Anubis finds himself in the middle of a desert, much like ancient Egypt. In the distance, a great city of gold and marble set at the base of great cliffs stands, and in all directions monolithic gold and steel gears turn, like a massive factory. A cool breeze blows across the sands, and Anubis notices that it shifts the dust in strange patterns, like hieroglyphs, constantly weaving and changing like some great tapestry.

Nearby stands a great rock, and upon it a metal throne like clockwork, with turning gears and spinning wheels set on the sides. In the throne sits none other than the dead Progenitor, Asariel. However, the Pharaoh notices a difference: The Imagineer seems almost... transparent, like an image, a phantasm of what was.

'Welcome back,' Asariel says, resting his cheek on one hand.