The scribes of the Iron Sultanate spoke in awe of the Jabirean Sorcerers — women touched by mysteries so deep that time itself could not touch them. Though their years stretched into centuries, they appeared radiant and young, their beauty unbroken, their presence unsettling and divine. Their eyes shone with the glow of hidden fire, and their voices were soft as whispers of silk, yet carried the weight of storms. Veiled in shadow, they bore the marks of Solomon’s Seal upon their hands, a sign that bound them to Heaven’s decree. It was said that no lie could stand before them, no betrayal remain hidden. Their beauty disarmed kings, their wisdom bent councils, and their wrath turned armies to ash. They were at once enchanting and terrifying — saints to the faithful, witches to their foes. Thus they were remembered as the Jabirean Sorcerers — Eternal Daughters of the Hidden Fire, the timeless sisters of the Iron Sultanate.