games-pc majesty Manuel D’Utilisation
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"Very well, young sovereign. Let us begin."
While still staring at me, the seer began reaching behind him and blindly retrieving an
assortment of strange items and artifacts from the walls of the small hut. Some animal
skins, a fistful of dried sonaba nuts, and a collection of other bits and pieces—trinkets and
charms—that I could not identify.
As his hands arranged the gathered items, Juleck started waving his arms about in reflexive
ritual. A throaty chant escaped his unmoving lips. With each repeated cycle of sounds,
it increased in speed. Faster and faster, until—just as suddenly as he had begun this bizarre
exercise—he stopped. His head snapped downward in an inhumanly precise motion. His eyes
focused on the cryptically arrayed artifacts before him. He began to speak, his words
flowing like a quick-moving spring torrent.
"A sleeping evil awakes within your realm. The dead grow restless in the earth. I see the
Lady of Death extending her bony fingers towards your Palace. Beware your aspirations of
northern expansion. The bargain that you have struck is no bargain at all! Nothing is gained
without risk and investment."
I was prepared for some ill predications, but this, well, how could this be true? I asked, and
Juleck replied, "It is what I see. You stand at a crossroads, but there are no easy paths."
We sat in silence for minutes as I absorbed Juleck’s counsel. Finally, I asked, "What can I do
to prepare?"
"If your heart and mind are one, they will know what to do. How to act. Whose services to
call. I sense that you have it in you to rule wisely. It’s in your blood.
"I have done all I can. Now, I am tired." His voice trailed with the last statement.
"Your destiny awaits, Sovereign. Go."
While still staring at me, the seer began reaching behind him and blindly retrieving an
assortment of strange items and artifacts from the walls of the small hut. Some animal
skins, a fistful of dried sonaba nuts, and a collection of other bits and pieces—trinkets and
charms—that I could not identify.
As his hands arranged the gathered items, Juleck started waving his arms about in reflexive
ritual. A throaty chant escaped his unmoving lips. With each repeated cycle of sounds,
it increased in speed. Faster and faster, until—just as suddenly as he had begun this bizarre
exercise—he stopped. His head snapped downward in an inhumanly precise motion. His eyes
focused on the cryptically arrayed artifacts before him. He began to speak, his words
flowing like a quick-moving spring torrent.
"A sleeping evil awakes within your realm. The dead grow restless in the earth. I see the
Lady of Death extending her bony fingers towards your Palace. Beware your aspirations of
northern expansion. The bargain that you have struck is no bargain at all! Nothing is gained
without risk and investment."
I was prepared for some ill predications, but this, well, how could this be true? I asked, and
Juleck replied, "It is what I see. You stand at a crossroads, but there are no easy paths."
We sat in silence for minutes as I absorbed Juleck’s counsel. Finally, I asked, "What can I do
to prepare?"
"If your heart and mind are one, they will know what to do. How to act. Whose services to
call. I sense that you have it in you to rule wisely. It’s in your blood.
"I have done all I can. Now, I am tired." His voice trailed with the last statement.
"Your destiny awaits, Sovereign. Go."