<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Forgotten Crown, a Globe-Trotting Tale of Daring Heroism and Thrilling Adventure!</span></span></div><br/><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/T0LvYZq.jpg?1)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheets</div><div class="spoiler_body">Menya's character sheet, current (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=281338)<br/><br/>Menya's character sheet, old (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=956064)<br/><br/>Menya's character sheet, sans equipment (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=58744)<br/><br/>Hanifa's character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=956420)<br/><br/>Hanifa's character sheet (Alpha version) (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=7633)<br/><br/>Neferi's Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=541016)<br/><br/>Munira al-Samara (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=551834)</div></div><br/>From the Runelords of Thassilon to the Jistka Imperium, the lands of the Inner Sea are filled with the memories of once-grand civilizations now lost to the sands of time.  Whether due to the natural course of history or more insidious machinations, these golden ages seem destined to rise to unimagined heights only to fall from war, entropy, or a host of other catastrophes.  Even then, their legacies still stand, disseminated by surviving scholars to be incorporated in future civilizations.  There is probably no other land where this is truer than Osiron, the oldest surviving human nation in all of Golarion.  Its many pyramids housed the bodies of its ancient pharaohs, still guarded by the eternally vigilant dead.  From the bow of the ship Menya could see the titanic black shell of Ulunat's corpse dominating the skyline, a terrible spawn of the Worldbreaker Rovagug slain in a time when many gods were still mortal.<br/><br/>Memories of days before flashed through Menya's head as the ship docked at the foot of the port city's grand stone steps.  Even after the passage of many years since her departure, the lushness of palm trees still stood, granting much-needed shade to the numerous merchants, porters, fishmongers, and countless other folk plying their trade along the bountiful River Sphinx.  The hot arid air partially muted by the coolness of the sea breeze carried south, and the languages of numerous races and cultures mixed together amid the cries of seagulls.<br/><br/>"The beauty of Sothis gets me every time," Hanifa said to Menya as she dreamily gazed upon the sight of urban splendor.  "Is it like how you last remembered?"<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/VVGSlEA.jpg?1)</div><br/>Although not an official member of the Pathfinder Society, Hanifa proved an essential ally over the years for the branches operating out of the region.  She did not need much convincing to accompany Menya on her mission of researching the last whereabouts of the Forgotten Crown.  Not the most apt name for an artifact recorded in texts, but legends have an odd way of assigning traits to things and events based upon the popular consciousness.  Like countless other scholars unearthing the secrets of Garund, their adventure began in the Land of the Pharaohs, for it was here that the artifact was first created as a gift for the legendary wizard Nex.<br/><br/>"Welcome back to Osiron!" the boat captain proclaimed as the women stepped foot onto dry land.  "It must be quite exhilarating to be back in your homeland after so long.  Is it how you remember it?"<br/><br/>"As lively as ever," Hanifa said, even though the question was directed to Menya.  "We'd love to take in all the sights and sounds, but our trip is one of business.  Azghaad's Spire is still open to travelers, right?"<br/><br/>"Not as far as I'm aware," the captain answered.  "The priests of the mage-god tend to be quite insular.  Even to this day they're still trying to find their patron's lost tomb."<br/><br/>"Well, either way that's where we're headed.  Come on Menya, there's plenty of rickshaw carts for hire who can take us there."<br/><br/>The other great feature of Sothis' skyline was the great black veinstone spire equal to the height of its sister temple of Pharasma opposite it.  Here the devotees of Nethys, god of knowledge and magic, patrol the outer concentric ring-shaped temples surrounding this unnatural feature.  Torn between destroying the world with one hand and saving it with another, the general populace is fearful of the god's power should he ever turn evil.  In a way it was both expected and a surprise to learn that the clergy was instrumental in the creation of the Forgotten Crown.<br/><br/>The temple's interior was sparse, devoid of gold and jewels and other common markings of ostentatious temples, but the air itself was rich with magic.  Wards, runes, and the leering visages of summoned monsters sitting within circles of powdered silver were a common sight in the temple.<br/><br/>"Welcome, children of Golarion," an elderly priestess said to Menya and Hanifa.  "What brings you to this sacred site of magic?"<br/><br/>"We wish to use your archives," Hanifa answered, "so that we may gain knowledge of the magical relics of old Osiron."<br/><br/>"I apologize, but our libraries are by invitation only."<br/><br/>"We're with the Pathfinder Society.  At least, she is," gesturing to the catgirl.<br/><br/>The priestess sighed.  "Even then, there is a dilemma which prevents us from granting people access at this time.  For you see, our clerics and theurgists are busy containing a conjuring spell gone wrong.  We cannot go forth for reasons of personal safety, and we're waiting for more experienced help to make things right again."<br/><br/>Hanifa looked over to Menya.  "Well, we're experienced adventurers, and in a hurry, so why don't we fix this problem for you?"