Golden age

She saw the Sandstorm coming with the power of the Twins themselves, slamming into her. The pain was both excruciating and delicious and the other Islana closed her eyes savouring the deadly wing raging around her.

When she opened her eyes she was in Gra'akast in a balcony atop her Temple. In a time long ago, at the height of Ozainae power, as the heart of Arcadia commerce and power. She saw boats ladden with gifts from Fang sailing down the river. Caravans full of tribute from Rorath, herds of animals gifted form the Odsier.

She saw her city sparkle in the shores of the Great Oasis. And she knew this was all because of her and her leadership. She had brought the Septs together under the Tusks of the Twins. All followed the tenets of the Wandering. All except a few. The Brotherhood and the followers of Muros...