The Lost City of Fortune

The man in the goatskin cloak led them down the path between the great menhirs, then up the slope of a hill that had been carved into a gigantic face with its eyes closed. The figure was massive, easily one hundred feet tall and twenty feet wide across its face. It had no nose, merely two thick slabs of stone shaped like parentheses carved into its stony visage. A few trees grew there, their roots pushing up against the foundations of the large statue.

"Artemisia, the silent watcher," said the man in the goatskin cloak. "We are almost there."

"Where is 'there'?" one of the hunters asked. He was a burly man wearing a bearskin helmet and brandishing an axe. His eyes were hidden by a thick set of goggles with several lenses that had been attached to his helmet. "I thought you knew where this place was."

"I do," replied the man in the goatskin cloak. He turned to face the hunter and raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you not have faith?"

The hunter waved his axe at Artemisia's giant face. "This? I don't even know what this is supposed to be."

The man in the goatskin cloak sighed and took off his hood to reveal a head full of long black hair tied back into a ponytail. His eyes were sharp and piercing, but they bore an air of kindness about them as well. "This is Artemisia," he explained simply. "She is one of our gods."

"Our gods?" asked another hunter who was nearby. "Like...the mountain gods? Those old spirits from legend?" He too wore a bearskin hat and carried a bow as he stood next to a large pack horse that was covered in blankets and traveling gear. A sword hung from his waist, its hilt made from brown leather and golden studs fastened along it in circular patterns with runes etched within each circle. A small quiver hung at his side filled with arrows made from bone and adorned with golden feathers fletched onto the ends of the shafts. He had skin as dark as night and hair as white as snow, and walked with a limp that caused him to drag his right leg behind him slightly as he stepped forward to address the other hunters gathered around him.

They were all similarly dressed, most also wearing variations on helmets or hats while others didn't wear any at all save for simple cloaks over their shoulders or heavy coats worn over thick furs like the first hunter who addressed their guide earlier stood beside them with his axe in hand ready to strike down anything that tried to stop them from reaching their destination or steal whatever it was they were going after inside the sacred place they'd been told about on their journey here.

"We seek Artemisia's aid once more, as she has helped us in the past during our war with Argenis. We've been living under Argenis' oppressive rule since then, and it has become unbearable. We have gathered here today, following this man who claims to be her former servant, to seek assistance from her ancient temple hidden deep within these mountains," he explained. "We need her power again, and desperately hope that she can help us escape the tyrannical regime that has consumed our lives."

Their leader, Entharas, eldest son of King Rannor Blackhand, who had been usurped by Argenis decades ago, spoke up. "Enough! We will follow him to whatever end fate has brought us here today, but I will not tolerate discord among us while on duty!" Entharas sought support from loyal subjects still opposed to Argenis' oppressive rule, so he could reclaim his rightful throne. However, his search remained largely unfruitful, leaving him with only a few trustworthy companions, including the hunter Gellin Targaryen, who was like an older brother to him.

Together, they embarked on this perilous mission: seeking refuge, standing against tyranny, and risking everything to restore the rightful heir to the throne. Faced with the possibility of death or immense suffering, they continued onward, prepared for whatever awaited them inside the ancient city. This hidden sanctuary, rumored to be filled with untold riches, was also said to be surrounded by traps designed by Artemisia herself. With only the guidance of their enigmatic leader, they had no choice but to push forward, facing potential dangers head-on as curious adventurers daring enough to step foot inside.