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Nubiti Erbi is back to show you a light redisign and outfit. She was created by Linndrim 🥰✨

We leave you a short introduction of her written by DarkraiTheShiny

Color by Mineiwi 🤗✨

Tense Past

My name is Nubiti Erbi, and there was once a time where I was on top of the world. Not in a literal sense like on the peak of Mount Everest, but in a metaphorical way. I once ruled a kingdom called Ard Aljamal, otherwise known as the Land of Beauty. It existed thousands of years ago, and it was a shining jewel in the deserts of Egypt. Our very own massive oasis, gem mines filled with resources for gold and jewels, all located in a spot where wild animals would pass through and crops could be grown with ease. This abundance of resources was what allowed me and my people to become powerful and prosperous, all represented by the palace.

Ah, the palace. The crown jewel of Ard Aljamal, it stood firm at the very back of the kingdom. Walls lined with minerals and gold, furnishings crafted from materials of the highest quality, plenty of servants paid well for their services, and my throne room where I lay about and get pampered. Thanks to my guidance as the Pharaoh, both the palace and the whole kingdom stood tall and proud. Many others were envious of us for having it all, but we still worked hard to get to where we were. And we were not selfish, as I had encouraged other rulers both close and far away to do trade with us in return for what we could not have. Like new crops, the wisdom of others, and powerful allies in case war were to come.

But it was not war that would do Ard Aljamal in, oh no. Unknown individuals dressed in robes of black and red appeared one day and surrounded the entire kingdom. They walked in a perfect circle, chanting a hymn in a language unknown to me. I came to them personally to ask what they were doing, but none approached or even acknowledged my existence. As soon as I turned back to my kingdom to get some assistance, I saw what they had done. A terrible curse had been placed upon everything I had, from the buildings to the resources to even my people. All of it began to wither and rot, the gems breaking down to nothing, the structures crumbling apart, the people becoming ravenous ghouls.

Only I was spared due to being outside of the kingdom’s entrance, but everything else was lost. One of the robed figures approached, his garb white and red. “By order of the Holy Crusade, your kingdom has been turned to ruin. But even God is willing to forgive, and thus I come with an offer. I will send you to a time of peace that God has decided for you. You can decline and die with your kingdom, or rebuild in God’s graceful land.” There was no other choice, so I accepted the offer. A beam of light blinded me, and what was once my fallen kingdom was somewhere new. Somewhere far more advanced than ever before.

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Description

Nubiti Erbi is back to show you a light redisign and outfit. She was created by Linndrim 🥰✨

We leave you a short introduction of her written by DarkraiTheShiny

Color by Mineiwi 🤗✨

Tense Past

My name is Nubiti Erbi, and there was once a time where I was on top of the world. Not in a literal sense like on the peak of Mount Everest, but in a metaphorical way. I once ruled a kingdom called Ard Aljamal, otherwise known as the Land of Beauty. It existed thousands of years ago, and it was a shining jewel in the deserts of Egypt. Our very own massive oasis, gem mines filled with resources for gold and jewels, all located in a spot where wild animals would pass through and crops could be grown with ease. This abundance of resources was what allowed me and my people to become powerful and prosperous, all represented by the palace.

Ah, the palace. The crown jewel of Ard Aljamal, it stood firm at the very back of the kingdom. Walls lined with minerals and gold, furnishings crafted from materials of the highest quality, plenty of servants paid well for their services, and my throne room where I lay about and get pampered. Thanks to my guidance as the Pharaoh, both the palace and the whole kingdom stood tall and proud. Many others were envious of us for having it all, but we still worked hard to get to where we were. And we were not selfish, as I had encouraged other rulers both close and far away to do trade with us in return for what we could not have. Like new crops, the wisdom of others, and powerful allies in case war were to come.

But it was not war that would do Ard Aljamal in, oh no. Unknown individuals dressed in robes of black and red appeared one day and surrounded the entire kingdom. They walked in a perfect circle, chanting a hymn in a language unknown to me. I came to them personally to ask what they were doing, but none approached or even acknowledged my existence. As soon as I turned back to my kingdom to get some assistance, I saw what they had done. A terrible curse had been placed upon everything I had, from the buildings to the resources to even my people. All of it began to wither and rot, the gems breaking down to nothing, the structures crumbling apart, the people becoming ravenous ghouls.

Only I was spared due to being outside of the kingdom’s entrance, but everything else was lost. One of the robed figures approached, his garb white and red. “By order of the Holy Crusade, your kingdom has been turned to ruin. But even God is willing to forgive, and thus I come with an offer. I will send you to a time of peace that God has decided for you. You can decline and die with your kingdom, or rebuild in God’s graceful land.” There was no other choice, so I accepted the offer. A beam of light blinded me, and what was once my fallen kingdom was somewhere new. Somewhere far more advanced than ever before.

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