The city had nearly had Amal, who had fought Tomb Kings and Stone Guardians, fainting. Never in all of his years did he believe there was this much gold in the entire world. And now he stood among pillars of pure gold, just beyond the scope of buildings made of gold and bronze that towered like pyramids into the sky. It all shined as vibrantly as Emmaline's hair in the morning sun, and Amal knew then and there what he was going to do. 

He was going to steal at least his weight in the stuff. 

Of course not [i]now[/i]. Even a mongoose does not strike without deliberation. But when they were going to leave, he was going to grab a sizeable portion so he could live like a king. 

Behind him, T'Krit and Emmaline hissed and growled at one another and he turned, taking out of his amazement and schemeing to notice the exchange. Her powers never ceased to amaze him, and moments later Emmaline poked his head with the gem. It was hurried so she accidentally bumped his forehead. It didn't hurt but had him dazed for a second as the two began to hiss again, only for the language to slowly grow intelligible. 

"Am I not the prophet of Sotek?" Emmaline asked, crossing her arms and looking down at the shorter skink passed her nose. The thing gave a low reverberating groan that shook its entire body, and somehow Amal knew that was it's version of showing frustration. Emmaline continued. "He is my mate and I deem he can be blessed with the old tongue."

"The Great Plan does not include him!" T'Krit cried. To the side, Lizardmen began to search through the ruins shoulder to shoulder, the red skinks sticking together and scuttling along the wide avenues and dikes that bisected the city. No doubt they looked for the ratmen or any other chaos-beast that might have begun to take refuge in the abandoned city. For Emmaline's part, she paused, and then snapped back like a whip. "Do you know all of the Great Plan?" 

"Well...er, no." 

"Then until you can prove to me he is not to be here, he is to be given due respect and blessings. Is that clear?" 

"Yes yes. Perhaps you are right." T'Krit conceded, though still clearly annoyed. "His fight with Sar'kahn was lent by the favor of the Old Ones. He may have a part to play, yes. Very well." 

The next few hours went by swiftly. Amal and Emmaline didn't get any alone time during, but they almost didn't mind. The city was safe from danger by the sweeps of the Lizardmen, and the Kroxigor had gone hard at work to move large stones and golden pillars towards the center square of the city, reshaping the patterns into a strange shape that seemed almost like a constellation Amal had heard of before. Meanwhile, Amal and Emmaline had been led within the main ziggurat that loomed over the rest of the city. Inside the golden and stone structure were many sectioned chambers in the upper levels where one might sleep or rest and feast. Some rooms were simply filled with plaques and eldritch items and what looked like ancient machinery that boggled the mind. Below, the ziggurat held one vast central chamber that housed a place of power. To Amal they looked like simply ruins, but Emmaline's sight found a gateway into infinity. A portal that could lead people across the world through an inner-dimensional gate, and one might travel beyond the borders of the world if done correctly. The magic that exuded from it could power the most potent of spells, and the sorceress knew then that if she pulled too much in it could kill her, shattering her form into a thousand pieces. But used correctly, she could wield powers that could river the mages of Ulthuan. 

Night soon fell, and Emmaline (with Amal sitting behind her) sat on the 3rd floor of the Ziggurat, with her plumed hat on, which T'Krit believed was similar to his headdress, and a feast was presented before them. Freshly butchered and cooked meat amid a myriad of vegetables and fruit and clear golden cups of water had been presented to the Prophetess, with T'Krit's seat on her left and Amal's on her right. Below, the Lizardmen had decided to honor her with blood sports, with the Saurus warriors fighting until first blood beneath ruins and beside the piles of material the Kroxigor had moved. 
[@Penny]