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From: The Storyteller
Date: 06 Jun 2000
Time: 07:55:51
From the Tempest raging high above in the heavens, the island looks somewhat like a heraldic shield, split down the middle by a writhing crack. A closer view reveals desolate fields as well as massive fortifications, occasional thatched huts and thousands of stone temples to ancient gods. A great river divides the island in half, and every constuction is angled in relation to its banks. Towards the center of this empire, the buildings are more intricate and imposing, not constructed but seeming to be carved out of single blocks of basalt and obsidian. This is the capital of Anubis and Osiris, the Egyptian death-realm of Amenti.
A tour around the hidden island would reveal great bazaars, selling everything from tiny soulfire crystals to captured spectral thralls, gigantic statues and obelisks, schools and libraries, even theatres. But Amenti is a land of tombs, and nearly every building served as a funerary structure in life. The hieroglyphics adorning the walls tell of the judgement of the dead, lakes of burning fire and the blessed fields of A'aru. But the only faith left is that of shadows.
To strengthen their homeland, the ghosts of dead peasants spend their afterlives massed together to worship carved images of Isis and Osiris. Every soul is needed to keep Oblivion at arm's length, but all know it is just a matter of time before the banks of the River of Life rise and the homeland is drowned by stagnation and fear. The wraiths of Amenti and the Sons of Horus have defended their home for 2000 years, but nothing lasts forever.