Lion Head Mesa a final inundation

Taliba can be assumed missing/dead. Power playing Ibrahim with OOC perm from Ibrahim's player. He can be assumed dead.

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Taliba's presence in the hall was timely. Mesen-ka's children were informed in advance with the summons of their father to Semer-wati's side. The children of the kingsguard sat in the congregation, although their attention was far from rapt. Taliba suppressed a growl as Ibrahim jostled her and prodded her side. Her teeth flashing to him as he stuck his tongue out at her. The girl hissed demands for him to cease, much to the dismay of the onlookers around them.

Perhaps the children should have paid more attention to the edict of their gods.

In the blink of an eye the voice of Senmut fell away. The words of man would always falter beneath the wrath of the divine.

The catacombs cracked with the tremors. The tunnels giving way to the power of the Serpent River.

Taliba clung to her brother in the chaos as much as she could. While the ogre children were larger than most, the force of a panicked crowd was just as strong as the force of nature itself. Taliba shrieked for her brother, fear possessing the girl's being for the first time in her life. Her eyes welled to see her terror reflected in the yellow of Ibrahim's eyes.

Together, the children pushed themselves to the edge of the crowd, ducking into a side tunnel. The golden boy and auburn girl pressed their pelts together to keep the shaking of the earth from weakening their legs. Taliba opened her mouth to speak, but her voice died in her throat when water passed over her toes. The alcove shuddered.

The oldest sibling, the biggest and strongest, Ibrahim threw himself over his sister. A boy made guardian in act of desperation. But Ibrahim was no match for the collapse of stone. Taliba's final memory would be wrapping her arms around her brother's shoulders, burying her face in his neck. The girl wondered where her mother, father, and youngest brother in Aiman were.

She hoped they were safe.