Lion Head Mesa Seems like a short scavenging trip to the Outer Realms.

Hoping for a priest/ess but all welcome!

The man with two faces crept into her dreams; countless eyes blinking in tandem, and his were among them, sunset and moonlight blinking and then blinking out. The man turned away. Anathema leapt to follow.

All around them the trees crashed to the ground. In the distance, the sound of wailing. She followed without thought, without breath until her lungs contracted and cried for air. Ana looked up at the fractured sky. Is this a dream?

It all rippled and fell away. Anathema blinked awake with a gasp and dropped to the ground. Ahead of her, a man; not the man with two faces but a man carved of ivory and nightmist fashioned to a razor's edge and stained with the silver blood of shattered crystals. The sea churned behind his eyes.

Is this a dream?

She woke again and found herself staring into darkness. Ahead, a great mesa loomed. Such a familiar place.

But Anathema had never seen it before.

he walked the grounds beyond the red walls in the company of @Haizel.

ah say, we need less priests, more servants. ah do believe we's been too lax, men like you should be careful when pickin' students, this point onward, ah do declare--

movement caught his eye. the chihuahua froze, looking at the horizon.

hem. gucci addressed, not prying his eyes away from the canine shape in the distance - yet too near the tower.

would'ja accompany me in greetin' that lil one o'er there? his tone was serious, conveying their "greeting" might not be all to pleasant if that were a trouble-maker.