Iraq, March 21 1920
As the chamber is opened for the first time in millennia, you see inside not the riches of an empire, nor the jewels of a kingdom, but an angel, imposing in his solitude. Statues such as these were usually set as guards for a palace or temple, what could he be guarding here? Nothing but dust remains.
The statue is carved in relief, in a golden sandstone. And it's massive, fully fifteen feet tall. This is not an anaemic harp strummer from the Renaissance. This is an old testament warrior, full bearded and muscular. His wings could stun an elephant, or kill a horse, though each feather is delicately and lovingly carved. He holds a sword in front, ready to strike at any who would harm what he has been set to protect.
Beside the statue is a badly fired cuniform tablet, only partly intact. In it was written a verse. Only fragments of the text now remain:
After war; after plague,
In time of plenty, as I was made
The rest is lost in time.
A single session freeform for 12 players
| Adult Content | M | Characterisation | 3-4 | ||
| Genre Knowledge | 0 | Seriousness | 3-4 | ||