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Aldona, The Whispering Oracle 32mm
"The marble temple halls are empty, save for the sound of the priestess’ footsteps. They echo off the rigid white walls and columns, accompanied by the clacking of her golden staff. The clerics scuttle by, unwilling to impede her path. For while she is kind-natured, the power that she radiates is enough to make any mere mortal weak in the knees. Her hair smells like burning incense and her skin like perfumed oils. The depths of her dark eyes seem to hold unattainable wisdom. And as she moves, every eye on the temple murals seem to follow. "
"The marble temple halls are empty, save for the sound of the priestess’ footsteps. They echo off the rigid white walls and columns, accompanied by the clacking of her golden staff. The clerics scuttle by, unwilling to impede her path. For while she is kind-natured, the power that she radiates is enough to make any mere mortal weak in the knees. Her hair smells like burning incense and her skin like perfumed oils. The depths of her dark eyes seem to hold unattainable wisdom. And as she moves, every eye on the temple murals seem to follow. "
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Aldona, The Whispering Oracle 32mm
"The marble temple halls are empty, save for the sound of the priestess’ footsteps. They echo off the rigid white walls and columns, accompanied by the clacking of her golden staff. The clerics scuttle by, unwilling to impede her path. For while she is kind-natured, the power that she radiates is enough to make any mere mortal weak in the knees. Her hair smells like burning incense and her skin like perfumed oils. The depths of her dark eyes seem to hold unattainable wisdom. And as she moves, every eye on the temple murals seem to follow. "
"The marble temple halls are empty, save for the sound of the priestess’ footsteps. They echo off the rigid white walls and columns, accompanied by the clacking of her golden staff. The clerics scuttle by, unwilling to impede her path. For while she is kind-natured, the power that she radiates is enough to make any mere mortal weak in the knees. Her hair smells like burning incense and her skin like perfumed oils. The depths of her dark eyes seem to hold unattainable wisdom. And as she moves, every eye on the temple murals seem to follow. "
