You arrive in a very opulent and expansive throne room (minus the people), the room surprisingly cool and comfortable for being in the middle of the desert. As you glance toward the throne itself, you see a figure enshrouded in light. But it's too bright - you can't tell who it is.
After a few more uncomfortable blinks, the light vanishes and you're left alone. And the sound of singing drifts in from your left. The words are unfamiliar (unless you are fluent in Ancient Egyptian), but you understand them all the same:
The corpse sinks to the floor The vessel becomes sand, becomes dust Even the brightest gold, Even the Sharpest sword Is wrapped in the sheath of time Woe to the pharaoh, for his body lacks even his name
Time is the battlefield of souls I cry the song of battle, the song of a friend To the place far away where souls meet Guide me
There are two exits: [ Behind you to the desert and left to the palace gardens ]
[ You arrive in the palace gardens - a perfectly manicured space covered with all sorts of greenery and a lotus pond taking up most of the space. Off to the side, there is a table with two chairs and a senet board for those who have played the game.
Seated on one of the chairs is this girl who is the source of the singing. She has yet to notice your entrance. ]
There is only one exit: [ Back to the throne room ]
Care for a game? It's been a while since I've had someone to play with.
--- --- --- [ As King's fingers curl around the first piece, he'll feel something shift inside him. Something warm, something ancient, something powerful, something familiar. A weight - both a blessing and a curse settles against his chest and a familiar tingles courses through his veins.
Ah.
It's been so long and yet---
Kisara smiles perhaps a bit sadly, but proud all the same. ]
Welcome back.
[[ Powers: King has unlocked the "King of Games" Achievement. For the remainder of the Heart he can auto-win any game of his choosing with the exception of if the opponent is himself. ]]
--- --- --- (Seto's entrance)
[ Kisara expression warms to something unbearably fond as she catches sight of Seto. She raises from her chair and smooths out her dress before she approaches, hands clasped behind her back as she smiles up at him. ]
I've been waiting for you.
Seto-sama.
--- --- --- (Yugi's entrance)
[ Kisara smiles warmly at Yugi as she gestures for him to take a seat across the board from her. ]
Yugi. Come, sit.
[ She laughs lightly as she starts resetting the board. ]
I guess this would be our second date, wouldn't it?
Egypt
Opening Song
The vessel becomes sand, becomes dust
Even the brightest gold, Even the
Sharpest sword
Is wrapped in the sheath of time
Woe to the pharaoh, for his body
lacks even his name
Time is the battlefield of souls
I cry the song of battle, the song of a friend
To the place far away where souls meet
Guide me
Gardens
Seated on one of the chairs is this girl who is the source of the singing. She has yet to notice your entrance. ]
There is only one exit: [ Back to the throne room ]
Kisara
(King's entrance)
Pharaoh.
[ And she gestures toward the senet board. ]
Care for a game? It's been a while since I've had someone to play with.
--- --- ---
[ As King's fingers curl around the first piece, he'll feel something shift inside him. Something warm, something ancient, something powerful, something familiar. A weight - both a blessing and a curse settles against his chest and a familiar tingles courses through his veins.
Ah.
It's been so long and yet---
Kisara smiles perhaps a bit sadly, but proud all the same. ]
Welcome back.
[[ Powers: King has unlocked the "King of Games" Achievement. For the remainder of the Heart he can auto-win any game of his choosing with the exception of if the opponent is himself. ]]
--- --- ---
(Seto's entrance)
I've been waiting for you.
Seto-sama.
--- --- ---
(Yugi's entrance)
Yugi. Come, sit.
[ She laughs lightly as she starts resetting the board. ]
I guess this would be our second date, wouldn't it?
--- --- ---
(Other Kisara icons)
The Desert
And just as you think you're about to pass out from heat stroke.
Just as you can almost taste the water of that oasis that almost certainly is a mirage.
You arrive at your destination. ]