Gate of Memoirs/Goddess of Life

Aesys breaks through the undead siege of the city to offer aid to its divine-touched protectors.
Portrait	Dialogue
 	
*"And lo, to the East,Red tides of the restless dead arise!Why hath our blessed ancestorsabandoned Duat, Realm of Rest?"—Final sermon of the last Priest of Silence
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Overcome"	Music: "Overcome"
 	
*The sharp sting of salt and rot is thick in the dry desert air.
*Distant wailing, accompanied by the crunching of metal through bone, unsettles the sentries lined up along the wall.
*As twilight falls, the militia of the Nameless Capital begin another nervewracking night of defense.
*At first, the encroaching desert that wore away at the Capital brought savage, man-eating beasts,
*but following the God-King's incredible demise at the hands of a priestess, the restless dead began to shamble forth from the East.
*With the looming threat of an undead legion over the horizon, it was only a matter of time before the city fell to the onslaught.
 	
*Perched on one of the higher spires along the wall, a figure watches the perimeter with bright, catlike eyes.
*Hetepheres: (Even with most of us here, we're still stretched thin...)
*Hetepheres: Hey, kitty, tell me. Did the gods send you, or am I just going a little loopy?
 	
*The small cat spirit floating in midair stares at her with glowing, emotionless eyes, then looks out over the walls.
*Before them, a wave of dark bodies begin their slow approach to the city.
 	
*Hetepheres: Look at all that undead down there! It's neverending!
*Hetepheres: I know we have these...powers...now, but how long can we keep this up?
 	
*Rahotep: Teph!
 	
*Hetepheres: You're back! Thank Goddess!
*Hetepheres leaps down from her perch, greeting the tall, muscular man wiping sweat off his brow.
 	
*Rahotep: We're still holding out for now. How's the city?
 	
*Hetepheres: Pers is doing a great job healing the injured, so we haven't lost anyone today.
 	
*Rahotep: That's a relief...
 	
*Rahotep: More and more of the dead are clustering around the perimeter. Kawab can't take them all by himself.
*Rahotep: Khepratum is doing her best, but I see her fatigue. Even on the inscrutable face of a sphinx.
 	
*Hetepheres: Any news about Nef?
 	
*Rahotep: ...I'm afraid not.
 	
*Hetepheres: It's been nearly a moon. I hope she's all right.
 	
*The two share a quiet moment of prayer for the priestess Neferet, who had set out in search of answers at the seat of their ancestors.
*?: Auuuhhh...
*Soldier A: Agh! They've collapsed the barricade!
*Soldier B: Move back! MOVE BACK!
*The heavy gates to the city begin to shake, as if hundreds of bodies were slamming against it.
*The bars begin to creak and snap under the sheer force.
 	
*Hetepheres: What's going on?
Music: "Tremors" 	Music: "Tremors"
 	
*Rahotep: A surge?!
*Rahotep: Teph! Tell Pers to safeguard the injured, and call everyone else to the gates!
*Rahotep: They'll break through at any moment! I'll stall them!
 	
*Hetepheres: R-Right!
 	
*?: AUUUHH!
*Hetepheres and Rahotep whip around in shock as undead burst through the door.
*Time seemed to slow as they drew their weapons to meet their black-clawed adversaries...
*...before a blast of radiant flame scorched a path forward, motes of light trailing in its wake.
 	
*A radiant stranger steps out between the ashen corpses, fire snaking back around her wrist.
*With her head held tall, she regards the two of them with a look of fierce determination.
*Somewhere deep inside their hearts, they knew—change had arrived on swift wings.