Meanwhile the priest king paced along the unfinished halls of his temple complex. It had been a dozen days since the ship was beached on this swampy strip of land that was now his settlement and a dozen more since the attack of the sea creature. The disappearance of the dead slave still weighed heavily on his mind and he examined the amulet of Vode wrapped around his fingers. What could it possibly mean? Why would the god of wars and foreign peoples send such an omen?
Reenk Roink had time to reflect on such questions in the silence the dark brought. During the day, the immense tasks that needed to be completed along with the bickering between the settlers on socio-economic issues scarcely allowed for contemplative thought.
Somewhat jaded that he was in such a situation with such people, the priest king began to walk back to his chambers. At the door he spotted a scroll lying on the floor. Looking around, he reached for a sword placed against the wall with one hand while picking up the scroll with the other.
Breaking the seal, Reenk Roink slowly unraveled the scroll. Written in the most exquisite script were the words:
A burst of energy suddenly emanated from the text right onto the priest king's handsome face. He was not even able to let out a sound as he collapsed to the floor.