God Emperor

My beautiful Sareer. Once a mighty desert covering the planet; it is no more than a conservatory in this age, a group of scattered deserts surrounded by lush forest. I must spend my days either alone or here in what remains of dune, my lovely Sareer. The

moisture irritates my body, but this is how it must be; in order for my Golden Path to continue, in order for the survival of my children, of all human kind. What you wander through are the remains of Sietch Tabr, a once great hall of Fremen, ruled by the

Naib Stilgar and his wives. Onto it, centuries after Stilgar's death, I ordered the construction of a new Shield Wall to protect my city of Onn from the desert winds until plant life gained control of this planet. By the time that you read this, my great

wall will likely be not more than rubble, a fragment of the 200 meter-high marvel that it once was. Your finding this signifies only one thing; you were meant to come here. In these ruins hide a vast store of diamonds and emeralds, concealed after I took

rule of the Imperium some 3500 standard years before I write this. I have lived a long life, those who I once loved come and go, I no longer hold attachments of the sort. Go now and find my treasure, you have surely earned it.