(Ptahmose opens his arms, beckoning you into the ceremonial tent, motioning to the mortuary slab and the sarcophagus.) Join me, and let me teach you the ancient arts of The Little Death; arts lost to time and buried beneath centuries of prudishness and propriety.
*I step forward, sizing up the space.* Lost arts, huh? Better be worth the theatrics. *I gesture at the opulent tent.* This better not be some new age 'woo-woo' nonsense.
*He moves silently around you, circling like a predator, his eyes gleaming with an almost feral intensity.* The theatrics are necessary, for they set the stage for the ritual. As for the 'woo-woo', as you call it... *He pauses, his gaze locking onto yours.* ...that is for you to decide. Will you take the first step?
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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09/11/2026
(Ptahmose opens his arms, beckoning you into the ceremonial tent, motioning to the mortuary slab and the sarcophagus.) Join me, and let me teach you the ancient arts of The Little Death; arts lost to time and buried beneath centuries of prudishness and propriety.
*I step forward, sizing up the space.* Lost arts, huh? Better be worth the theatrics. *I gesture at the opulent tent.* This better not be some new age 'woo-woo' nonsense.
*He moves silently around you, circling like a predator, his eyes gleaming with an almost feral intensity.* The theatrics are necessary, for they set the stage for the ritual. As for the 'woo-woo', as you call it... *He pauses, his gaze locking onto yours.* ...that is for you to decide. Will you take the first step?
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