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Excavations to move and relocate the great Pharaoh Amunek's tomb have been underway for several months. Due to the expansion of another area of the Valley of the Kings and a reorganisation of the burial places of long passed rulers of Egypt, it is the intention of the crown for this particular Pharaoh to be moved to a position of greater honour, in penance for disturbing his rest so that the future layout of the Valley can be preserved.
@zoser has been placed in charge of the cultural and preservation side of proceedings. Now that the digging down to the appropriate level has been achieved, @zoser has been summoned to go down into the temple and supervise the extraction of the more delicate offerings, wall decorations and the sarcophagus itself. His experience in ancient ways and scripture make him the best for ensuring that no damage will be done to the items in transit.
The work to dig to the level required is hard. And whilst the slaves are treated as poorly as anywhere else, their brief moments of quiet need to be encouraging ones so that they will once more pick up shovels and picks and continue their work. In an effort to move things along, the foreman of the work has summoned performers and story-tellers to take shifts entertaining and encouraging the slaves. At this time, the current entertainer is the bard @hesiodos.
Iahotep H'Naddar, General to the Pharaoh has been summoned to oversea the guardsmen. Whilst there is risk of fleeing slaves, or poor workers, there is also risk of thieves and pilferers who might attempt to steal the valuable items from down in the tomb. Iahotep H'Naddar has been given the grand responsibility of ensuring completion of the task at hand and the work to be done to deadline.
Upon Iahotep H'Naddar 's arm is the lovely @elysia. Journeying from Athenia in an effort to secure political connections across the recent peace brokered between Egypt and Greece (for they were at war only two years prior), Elysia journeys with her husband to the lands of the Pharaohs and the two have been lodging with the General for a few days. Upon discovering his duties in the Valley of the Kings, and rumours of a green jewel buried with Pharaoh Amunek that can bestow upon the holder the power to read minds, Elysia has navigated herself into the position of Iahotep's guest and escort to the Valley.
Unknown to everyone else, @timaeus and @adrestus, foreigners to the kingdom of Egypt and unfamiliar with the fact that the Valley of the Kings is a strictly off-limits location, have come to explore the southern lands. As Egypt was at war with Greece only two years ago, they are quiet and cautious, noting great excavation work being done in an area near Giza. It is here that they journey, wearing burqas and masks to disguise their outlander looks and possibly curious enough to sneak in one of the many corridors that dart down into the tombs...?
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The participants in this particular Quest are: @zoser Iahotep H'Naddar @elysia @timaeus @adrestus @hesiodos
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Excavations to move and relocate the great Pharaoh Amunek's tomb have been underway for several months. Due to the expansion of another area of the Valley of the Kings and a reorganisation of the burial places of long passed rulers of Egypt, it is the intention of the crown for this particular Pharaoh to be moved to a position of greater honour, in penance for disturbing his rest so that the future layout of the Valley can be preserved.
@zoser has been placed in charge of the cultural and preservation side of proceedings. Now that the digging down to the appropriate level has been achieved, @zoser has been summoned to go down into the temple and supervise the extraction of the more delicate offerings, wall decorations and the sarcophagus itself. His experience in ancient ways and scripture make him the best for ensuring that no damage will be done to the items in transit.
The work to dig to the level required is hard. And whilst the slaves are treated as poorly as anywhere else, their brief moments of quiet need to be encouraging ones so that they will once more pick up shovels and picks and continue their work. In an effort to move things along, the foreman of the work has summoned performers and story-tellers to take shifts entertaining and encouraging the slaves. At this time, the current entertainer is the bard @hesiodos.
Iahotep H'Naddar, General to the Pharaoh has been summoned to oversea the guardsmen. Whilst there is risk of fleeing slaves, or poor workers, there is also risk of thieves and pilferers who might attempt to steal the valuable items from down in the tomb. Iahotep H'Naddar has been given the grand responsibility of ensuring completion of the task at hand and the work to be done to deadline.
Upon Iahotep H'Naddar 's arm is the lovely @elysia. Journeying from Athenia in an effort to secure political connections across the recent peace brokered between Egypt and Greece (for they were at war only two years prior), Elysia journeys with her husband to the lands of the Pharaohs and the two have been lodging with the General for a few days. Upon discovering his duties in the Valley of the Kings, and rumours of a green jewel buried with Pharaoh Amunek that can bestow upon the holder the power to read minds, Elysia has navigated herself into the position of Iahotep's guest and escort to the Valley.
Unknown to everyone else, @timaeus and @adrestus, foreigners to the kingdom of Egypt and unfamiliar with the fact that the Valley of the Kings is a strictly off-limits location, have come to explore the southern lands. As Egypt was at war with Greece only two years ago, they are quiet and cautious, noting great excavation work being done in an area near Giza. It is here that they journey, wearing burqas and masks to disguise their outlander looks and possibly curious enough to sneak in one of the many corridors that dart down into the tombs...?
How It Works Quest Rules
A Quest works on a similar principle to a DnD style game. Firstly, all players post in order to get their character into the game and into the story. Then a Decisions post is made by the staff admin, directed at one particular player. This is then immediately responded to by that player and then an Outcome post created afterwards. Then all players post once more (in whatever order they like) and a new Decisions post is made, this time directed at someone else. The Decisions posts will normally go in a strict order so that everyone gets a go but may be prone to shifting in case a particular character works well for a situation, so keep an eye out. All Decisions and Outcomes posts will work similar to curveballs, throwing situations at your character and sparking dice rolls for certain outcomes. If you are unsure at any point on how to go about replying to this thread, use the DM Group that has been made on Discord.
The participants in this particular Quest are: @zoser Iahotep H'Naddar @elysia @timaeus @adrestus @hesiodos
The All-Seeing Eye Quest - Egypt
Excavations to move and relocate the great Pharaoh Amunek's tomb have been underway for several months. Due to the expansion of another area of the Valley of the Kings and a reorganisation of the burial places of long passed rulers of Egypt, it is the intention of the crown for this particular Pharaoh to be moved to a position of greater honour, in penance for disturbing his rest so that the future layout of the Valley can be preserved.
@zoser has been placed in charge of the cultural and preservation side of proceedings. Now that the digging down to the appropriate level has been achieved, @zoser has been summoned to go down into the temple and supervise the extraction of the more delicate offerings, wall decorations and the sarcophagus itself. His experience in ancient ways and scripture make him the best for ensuring that no damage will be done to the items in transit.
The work to dig to the level required is hard. And whilst the slaves are treated as poorly as anywhere else, their brief moments of quiet need to be encouraging ones so that they will once more pick up shovels and picks and continue their work. In an effort to move things along, the foreman of the work has summoned performers and story-tellers to take shifts entertaining and encouraging the slaves. At this time, the current entertainer is the bard @hesiodos.
Iahotep H'Naddar, General to the Pharaoh has been summoned to oversea the guardsmen. Whilst there is risk of fleeing slaves, or poor workers, there is also risk of thieves and pilferers who might attempt to steal the valuable items from down in the tomb. Iahotep H'Naddar has been given the grand responsibility of ensuring completion of the task at hand and the work to be done to deadline.
Upon Iahotep H'Naddar 's arm is the lovely @elysia. Journeying from Athenia in an effort to secure political connections across the recent peace brokered between Egypt and Greece (for they were at war only two years prior), Elysia journeys with her husband to the lands of the Pharaohs and the two have been lodging with the General for a few days. Upon discovering his duties in the Valley of the Kings, and rumours of a green jewel buried with Pharaoh Amunek that can bestow upon the holder the power to read minds, Elysia has navigated herself into the position of Iahotep's guest and escort to the Valley.
Unknown to everyone else, @timaeus and @adrestus, foreigners to the kingdom of Egypt and unfamiliar with the fact that the Valley of the Kings is a strictly off-limits location, have come to explore the southern lands. As Egypt was at war with Greece only two years ago, they are quiet and cautious, noting great excavation work being done in an area near Giza. It is here that they journey, wearing burqas and masks to disguise their outlander looks and possibly curious enough to sneak in one of the many corridors that dart down into the tombs...?
How It Works Quest Rules
A Quest works on a similar principle to a DnD style game. Firstly, all players post in order to get their character into the game and into the story. Then a Decisions post is made by the staff admin, directed at one particular player. This is then immediately responded to by that player and then an Outcome post created afterwards. Then all players post once more (in whatever order they like) and a new Decisions post is made, this time directed at someone else. The Decisions posts will normally go in a strict order so that everyone gets a go but may be prone to shifting in case a particular character works well for a situation, so keep an eye out. All Decisions and Outcomes posts will work similar to curveballs, throwing situations at your character and sparking dice rolls for certain outcomes. If you are unsure at any point on how to go about replying to this thread, use the DM Group that has been made on Discord.
The participants in this particular Quest are: @zoser Iahotep H'Naddar @elysia @timaeus @adrestus @hesiodos
Zoser was not certain which was worse - the blazing heat of the early-summer sun radiating off scorched sand and stone in the valley, or the sweltering heat of the lamps and torches in the close corridors of the tomb that burned as bright as daylight. Regardless, it was hot, and resulted in a slick sheen of sweat on everyone involved in the excavation, giving the air the pungent scent of hard work aimed towards a goal.
In the two years since returning to Egypt, overseeing the excavation and expansion of the Valley of the Kings had consumed most of his time and efforts. An interim tutor had been offered to the young Princess Hatshepsut while his mind calculated and meticulously inventoried each item in the tomb - no matter how small and seemingly miniscule.
Of great importance to him as a scholar and a scribe were the immaculate carvings carved and installed in the walls, coated in pigments and embedded with fine enamel details. These masterpieces had to be perfectly preserved and measured so that they could be re-installed perfectly, to the point that no seam would be detected.
"Careful! By the gods..." he snapped sharply, hissing a warning at a slave by all but stilling the hammer in their hand. "You nearly removed his foot! Aim lower, ensure the seams are aligned perfectly and are not made too wide. Have you any idea-"
Zoser caught himself from losing his temper, glancing over at the royal guards in proximity who eyed him as he raised his voice. Holding his breath a moment and pinching the bridge of his nose - the last thing he needed was another laborer removed from his worksite to be whipped. Giving a slightly dismissive hand to the guard, Zoser composed himself and gestured to the line again, "Pay attention to what you're doing. It must be perfect."
Not only did both of their positions depend on its perfection, but it mattered on a deeper, more spiritual level to Zoser as well. Glancing up at the images, illustrating the stages of the afterlife, his eyes fell on the ibis-headed figure of Thoth, documenting the results of the Pharaoh's heart as it balanced on the gilded scales against a feather. There was a deep reverence that Zoser felt in such a sacred place, his hand instinctively crossing to his opposite wrist to touch the amulet there, emblazoned with the sigil of the Royal Scribes - bearing Thoth's crest as a blessing of its own. That same hand then rose to place the fingertips on the enamel of the god's clothes, and for a brief moment, he wondered if his patron god was watching him this very moment - was he doing justice to this task?
Returning his mind to the matters at hand, he inquired as to the status of the lower chambers, as well as the last of the sealed doorways, to find that there was progress but a significant amount of time was still required before full access could be had. Impatience, excitement, and acceptance swirled together in him, knowing that a rushed job was a poorly done job in the long run. As such, he would rather have it done correctly than quickly.
Just moments before he set out to gather his own lamp and venture down the last tunnel to the main tomb below, an aide alerted him to the General Iahotep's approach, as well as that of a Greek guest. Stilled by the unexpected nature of the announcement, Zoser's brows furrowed in displeasure a moment as he waited in the tunnels for their arrival. While the General's presence was expected, the scholar felt a keen sense of anxiety tug at his gut at the thought of a Greek visitor.
First of all this task was not a form of entertainment but a task of reverence and importance - not to be ogled by someone who likely knew little to nothing about Egyptian burial customs and the delicate nature of relocating someone from their final resting place.
Secondly, as a man who lived nearly two decades of his life on Greek soil, among Greek nobility, and with deep and distinct knowledge of Greek life, culture, history, and secrets from his years at the University in Athenia, his return to Egypt marked him as a traitor to the Greeks. It was not something that should have upset him. He was born Egyptian and now resided among as high a status as a non-military Egyptian could claim. On top of that, there were several Greek kingdoms with countless names and faces.
Regardless, he was unsettled, yet as the General and his companion rounded the corner, Zoser prepared an expression of congeniality.
"General Iahotep. Welcome, my friend..."
An ebb and flow of reactions washed through him - eyeing the woman on the General's arm with curiosity, recognizing the woman on his arm with dread, identifying her with a sense of questioning intrigue, and readjusting to feign utter ignorance and resort to silence as he awaited the General's appropriate introduction.
Nevertheless, his eyes never left those of the Grecian beauty before him, wishing for a moment he could scour her thoughts to see if their internal reactions were aligned.
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Zoser was not certain which was worse - the blazing heat of the early-summer sun radiating off scorched sand and stone in the valley, or the sweltering heat of the lamps and torches in the close corridors of the tomb that burned as bright as daylight. Regardless, it was hot, and resulted in a slick sheen of sweat on everyone involved in the excavation, giving the air the pungent scent of hard work aimed towards a goal.
In the two years since returning to Egypt, overseeing the excavation and expansion of the Valley of the Kings had consumed most of his time and efforts. An interim tutor had been offered to the young Princess Hatshepsut while his mind calculated and meticulously inventoried each item in the tomb - no matter how small and seemingly miniscule.
Of great importance to him as a scholar and a scribe were the immaculate carvings carved and installed in the walls, coated in pigments and embedded with fine enamel details. These masterpieces had to be perfectly preserved and measured so that they could be re-installed perfectly, to the point that no seam would be detected.
"Careful! By the gods..." he snapped sharply, hissing a warning at a slave by all but stilling the hammer in their hand. "You nearly removed his foot! Aim lower, ensure the seams are aligned perfectly and are not made too wide. Have you any idea-"
Zoser caught himself from losing his temper, glancing over at the royal guards in proximity who eyed him as he raised his voice. Holding his breath a moment and pinching the bridge of his nose - the last thing he needed was another laborer removed from his worksite to be whipped. Giving a slightly dismissive hand to the guard, Zoser composed himself and gestured to the line again, "Pay attention to what you're doing. It must be perfect."
Not only did both of their positions depend on its perfection, but it mattered on a deeper, more spiritual level to Zoser as well. Glancing up at the images, illustrating the stages of the afterlife, his eyes fell on the ibis-headed figure of Thoth, documenting the results of the Pharaoh's heart as it balanced on the gilded scales against a feather. There was a deep reverence that Zoser felt in such a sacred place, his hand instinctively crossing to his opposite wrist to touch the amulet there, emblazoned with the sigil of the Royal Scribes - bearing Thoth's crest as a blessing of its own. That same hand then rose to place the fingertips on the enamel of the god's clothes, and for a brief moment, he wondered if his patron god was watching him this very moment - was he doing justice to this task?
Returning his mind to the matters at hand, he inquired as to the status of the lower chambers, as well as the last of the sealed doorways, to find that there was progress but a significant amount of time was still required before full access could be had. Impatience, excitement, and acceptance swirled together in him, knowing that a rushed job was a poorly done job in the long run. As such, he would rather have it done correctly than quickly.
Just moments before he set out to gather his own lamp and venture down the last tunnel to the main tomb below, an aide alerted him to the General Iahotep's approach, as well as that of a Greek guest. Stilled by the unexpected nature of the announcement, Zoser's brows furrowed in displeasure a moment as he waited in the tunnels for their arrival. While the General's presence was expected, the scholar felt a keen sense of anxiety tug at his gut at the thought of a Greek visitor.
First of all this task was not a form of entertainment but a task of reverence and importance - not to be ogled by someone who likely knew little to nothing about Egyptian burial customs and the delicate nature of relocating someone from their final resting place.
Secondly, as a man who lived nearly two decades of his life on Greek soil, among Greek nobility, and with deep and distinct knowledge of Greek life, culture, history, and secrets from his years at the University in Athenia, his return to Egypt marked him as a traitor to the Greeks. It was not something that should have upset him. He was born Egyptian and now resided among as high a status as a non-military Egyptian could claim. On top of that, there were several Greek kingdoms with countless names and faces.
Regardless, he was unsettled, yet as the General and his companion rounded the corner, Zoser prepared an expression of congeniality.
"General Iahotep. Welcome, my friend..."
An ebb and flow of reactions washed through him - eyeing the woman on the General's arm with curiosity, recognizing the woman on his arm with dread, identifying her with a sense of questioning intrigue, and readjusting to feign utter ignorance and resort to silence as he awaited the General's appropriate introduction.
Nevertheless, his eyes never left those of the Grecian beauty before him, wishing for a moment he could scour her thoughts to see if their internal reactions were aligned.
Zoser was not certain which was worse - the blazing heat of the early-summer sun radiating off scorched sand and stone in the valley, or the sweltering heat of the lamps and torches in the close corridors of the tomb that burned as bright as daylight. Regardless, it was hot, and resulted in a slick sheen of sweat on everyone involved in the excavation, giving the air the pungent scent of hard work aimed towards a goal.
In the two years since returning to Egypt, overseeing the excavation and expansion of the Valley of the Kings had consumed most of his time and efforts. An interim tutor had been offered to the young Princess Hatshepsut while his mind calculated and meticulously inventoried each item in the tomb - no matter how small and seemingly miniscule.
Of great importance to him as a scholar and a scribe were the immaculate carvings carved and installed in the walls, coated in pigments and embedded with fine enamel details. These masterpieces had to be perfectly preserved and measured so that they could be re-installed perfectly, to the point that no seam would be detected.
"Careful! By the gods..." he snapped sharply, hissing a warning at a slave by all but stilling the hammer in their hand. "You nearly removed his foot! Aim lower, ensure the seams are aligned perfectly and are not made too wide. Have you any idea-"
Zoser caught himself from losing his temper, glancing over at the royal guards in proximity who eyed him as he raised his voice. Holding his breath a moment and pinching the bridge of his nose - the last thing he needed was another laborer removed from his worksite to be whipped. Giving a slightly dismissive hand to the guard, Zoser composed himself and gestured to the line again, "Pay attention to what you're doing. It must be perfect."
Not only did both of their positions depend on its perfection, but it mattered on a deeper, more spiritual level to Zoser as well. Glancing up at the images, illustrating the stages of the afterlife, his eyes fell on the ibis-headed figure of Thoth, documenting the results of the Pharaoh's heart as it balanced on the gilded scales against a feather. There was a deep reverence that Zoser felt in such a sacred place, his hand instinctively crossing to his opposite wrist to touch the amulet there, emblazoned with the sigil of the Royal Scribes - bearing Thoth's crest as a blessing of its own. That same hand then rose to place the fingertips on the enamel of the god's clothes, and for a brief moment, he wondered if his patron god was watching him this very moment - was he doing justice to this task?
Returning his mind to the matters at hand, he inquired as to the status of the lower chambers, as well as the last of the sealed doorways, to find that there was progress but a significant amount of time was still required before full access could be had. Impatience, excitement, and acceptance swirled together in him, knowing that a rushed job was a poorly done job in the long run. As such, he would rather have it done correctly than quickly.
Just moments before he set out to gather his own lamp and venture down the last tunnel to the main tomb below, an aide alerted him to the General Iahotep's approach, as well as that of a Greek guest. Stilled by the unexpected nature of the announcement, Zoser's brows furrowed in displeasure a moment as he waited in the tunnels for their arrival. While the General's presence was expected, the scholar felt a keen sense of anxiety tug at his gut at the thought of a Greek visitor.
First of all this task was not a form of entertainment but a task of reverence and importance - not to be ogled by someone who likely knew little to nothing about Egyptian burial customs and the delicate nature of relocating someone from their final resting place.
Secondly, as a man who lived nearly two decades of his life on Greek soil, among Greek nobility, and with deep and distinct knowledge of Greek life, culture, history, and secrets from his years at the University in Athenia, his return to Egypt marked him as a traitor to the Greeks. It was not something that should have upset him. He was born Egyptian and now resided among as high a status as a non-military Egyptian could claim. On top of that, there were several Greek kingdoms with countless names and faces.
Regardless, he was unsettled, yet as the General and his companion rounded the corner, Zoser prepared an expression of congeniality.
"General Iahotep. Welcome, my friend..."
An ebb and flow of reactions washed through him - eyeing the woman on the General's arm with curiosity, recognizing the woman on his arm with dread, identifying her with a sense of questioning intrigue, and readjusting to feign utter ignorance and resort to silence as he awaited the General's appropriate introduction.
Nevertheless, his eyes never left those of the Grecian beauty before him, wishing for a moment he could scour her thoughts to see if their internal reactions were aligned.
There was no doubt about it - Egypt was hot. At home, she might want her himation and would have no need of the thick kohl painted around her eyes in a distinctly Egyptian fashion. When looking at drawings of these women in the university library at home, she’d found their clothing styles to be bizarre and outlandish. The thought of dressing in nearly sheer linen and having everything on display, with no secrets? And the wigs. The horrid looking wigs. She couldn’t have imagined wearing one of those. But since landing in Egypt, with its merciless sun and its dry heat, she’d changed her tune.
Gone were the long chitons with their flowing sleeves and thick, blanket-like himations. She arrived at the excavation on the arm of General Iahotep and was pleased to be there, dressed like one of the Egyptian women in light, almost sheer linen. Her bare arms were decorated with a golden snake band on each side that made her feel like a delicious imposter. With her husband still sequestered in Iahotep’s library, getting his hands on the kinds of scrolls he wasn’t likely to in Greece, Elysia had seen fit to see to a completely different part of their time in Egypt. Her interest lay in the land and the region, the people and in the general himself. Astute enough to know that she held no sway over him, she was still happy to be there, nonetheless. She did not require men to die at her feet in order to feel happy and alive.
The valley opened before them and she drank in the golden stone, rising immortal and terrible into the sky. Buildings were dwarfed by the natural encasement of the mountains, rather than being the main feature. The man made structures were gorgeous, fantastical works of art, from their symmetry to their colorful facades. In her native homeland, their own structures boasted color, but surrounded by the green of Greece’s natural landscape, the monuments of her home paled in comparison to the boasting of the Egyptians, who dared to build where there was no hope to sustain life. The care and dedication that these people dedicated to their dead kings was, if not completely misguided, at least produced gorgeous works that delighted the eye.
“This is magnificent,” she murmured to Iahotep as they swept along the valley floor. Despite the noise of the picks, chisels and shovels, the valley was eerily quiet. Looking up, she didn’t see a single black dot circling the sky. No birds, no animals. Perhaps there was a lizard or two but she couldn’t see any. This entire valley, dedicated to the dead, was lifeless itself, save for the humans laboring in it. That was interesting all on its own and the fact that this was forbidden to her, and she was here anyway, made it all the more tantalizing. Perhaps she should have hidden her interest from the general, but she did not adopt that sort of artifice. He’d likely see through it anyway.
Above the chinks of metal on stone, a man’s angry voice carried and Elysia frowned. That voice was familiar for some reason, though she couldn’t think why that should be and she definitely couldn’t place it. Keeping herself tucked right against Iahotep, as though he and he alone was her protector, she looked around them, intrigued by every statue, hieroglyph, and column, all of it being memorized so that she could draw it perfectly later. The two of them drew near to the site and a man broke from the ranks of the nameless, faceless workers. Elysia watched him disappear and mere moments later, a face she knew very well emerged.
Her brown eyes widened and her lips parted as she looked Zoser over, but after a second, she closed her mouth and smiled at him as though she’d never seen him before in her life. What was he doing here? The word ‘traitor’ immediately jumped to the forefront of her thoughts, but she liked Zoser enough to keep her tongue still. There was no reason whatsoever to reveal to Iahotep that she knew the man who was clearly as shocked to see her as she’d been to see him. Their mutual silence told her that they both thought the same thing: Make no mention of the connection. And so she would not. Nor did she speak first. That was for Iahotep to do. Elysia was not here as anything but an ornament and objects did not speak.
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There was no doubt about it - Egypt was hot. At home, she might want her himation and would have no need of the thick kohl painted around her eyes in a distinctly Egyptian fashion. When looking at drawings of these women in the university library at home, she’d found their clothing styles to be bizarre and outlandish. The thought of dressing in nearly sheer linen and having everything on display, with no secrets? And the wigs. The horrid looking wigs. She couldn’t have imagined wearing one of those. But since landing in Egypt, with its merciless sun and its dry heat, she’d changed her tune.
Gone were the long chitons with their flowing sleeves and thick, blanket-like himations. She arrived at the excavation on the arm of General Iahotep and was pleased to be there, dressed like one of the Egyptian women in light, almost sheer linen. Her bare arms were decorated with a golden snake band on each side that made her feel like a delicious imposter. With her husband still sequestered in Iahotep’s library, getting his hands on the kinds of scrolls he wasn’t likely to in Greece, Elysia had seen fit to see to a completely different part of their time in Egypt. Her interest lay in the land and the region, the people and in the general himself. Astute enough to know that she held no sway over him, she was still happy to be there, nonetheless. She did not require men to die at her feet in order to feel happy and alive.
The valley opened before them and she drank in the golden stone, rising immortal and terrible into the sky. Buildings were dwarfed by the natural encasement of the mountains, rather than being the main feature. The man made structures were gorgeous, fantastical works of art, from their symmetry to their colorful facades. In her native homeland, their own structures boasted color, but surrounded by the green of Greece’s natural landscape, the monuments of her home paled in comparison to the boasting of the Egyptians, who dared to build where there was no hope to sustain life. The care and dedication that these people dedicated to their dead kings was, if not completely misguided, at least produced gorgeous works that delighted the eye.
“This is magnificent,” she murmured to Iahotep as they swept along the valley floor. Despite the noise of the picks, chisels and shovels, the valley was eerily quiet. Looking up, she didn’t see a single black dot circling the sky. No birds, no animals. Perhaps there was a lizard or two but she couldn’t see any. This entire valley, dedicated to the dead, was lifeless itself, save for the humans laboring in it. That was interesting all on its own and the fact that this was forbidden to her, and she was here anyway, made it all the more tantalizing. Perhaps she should have hidden her interest from the general, but she did not adopt that sort of artifice. He’d likely see through it anyway.
Above the chinks of metal on stone, a man’s angry voice carried and Elysia frowned. That voice was familiar for some reason, though she couldn’t think why that should be and she definitely couldn’t place it. Keeping herself tucked right against Iahotep, as though he and he alone was her protector, she looked around them, intrigued by every statue, hieroglyph, and column, all of it being memorized so that she could draw it perfectly later. The two of them drew near to the site and a man broke from the ranks of the nameless, faceless workers. Elysia watched him disappear and mere moments later, a face she knew very well emerged.
Her brown eyes widened and her lips parted as she looked Zoser over, but after a second, she closed her mouth and smiled at him as though she’d never seen him before in her life. What was he doing here? The word ‘traitor’ immediately jumped to the forefront of her thoughts, but she liked Zoser enough to keep her tongue still. There was no reason whatsoever to reveal to Iahotep that she knew the man who was clearly as shocked to see her as she’d been to see him. Their mutual silence told her that they both thought the same thing: Make no mention of the connection. And so she would not. Nor did she speak first. That was for Iahotep to do. Elysia was not here as anything but an ornament and objects did not speak.
There was no doubt about it - Egypt was hot. At home, she might want her himation and would have no need of the thick kohl painted around her eyes in a distinctly Egyptian fashion. When looking at drawings of these women in the university library at home, she’d found their clothing styles to be bizarre and outlandish. The thought of dressing in nearly sheer linen and having everything on display, with no secrets? And the wigs. The horrid looking wigs. She couldn’t have imagined wearing one of those. But since landing in Egypt, with its merciless sun and its dry heat, she’d changed her tune.
Gone were the long chitons with their flowing sleeves and thick, blanket-like himations. She arrived at the excavation on the arm of General Iahotep and was pleased to be there, dressed like one of the Egyptian women in light, almost sheer linen. Her bare arms were decorated with a golden snake band on each side that made her feel like a delicious imposter. With her husband still sequestered in Iahotep’s library, getting his hands on the kinds of scrolls he wasn’t likely to in Greece, Elysia had seen fit to see to a completely different part of their time in Egypt. Her interest lay in the land and the region, the people and in the general himself. Astute enough to know that she held no sway over him, she was still happy to be there, nonetheless. She did not require men to die at her feet in order to feel happy and alive.
The valley opened before them and she drank in the golden stone, rising immortal and terrible into the sky. Buildings were dwarfed by the natural encasement of the mountains, rather than being the main feature. The man made structures were gorgeous, fantastical works of art, from their symmetry to their colorful facades. In her native homeland, their own structures boasted color, but surrounded by the green of Greece’s natural landscape, the monuments of her home paled in comparison to the boasting of the Egyptians, who dared to build where there was no hope to sustain life. The care and dedication that these people dedicated to their dead kings was, if not completely misguided, at least produced gorgeous works that delighted the eye.
“This is magnificent,” she murmured to Iahotep as they swept along the valley floor. Despite the noise of the picks, chisels and shovels, the valley was eerily quiet. Looking up, she didn’t see a single black dot circling the sky. No birds, no animals. Perhaps there was a lizard or two but she couldn’t see any. This entire valley, dedicated to the dead, was lifeless itself, save for the humans laboring in it. That was interesting all on its own and the fact that this was forbidden to her, and she was here anyway, made it all the more tantalizing. Perhaps she should have hidden her interest from the general, but she did not adopt that sort of artifice. He’d likely see through it anyway.
Above the chinks of metal on stone, a man’s angry voice carried and Elysia frowned. That voice was familiar for some reason, though she couldn’t think why that should be and she definitely couldn’t place it. Keeping herself tucked right against Iahotep, as though he and he alone was her protector, she looked around them, intrigued by every statue, hieroglyph, and column, all of it being memorized so that she could draw it perfectly later. The two of them drew near to the site and a man broke from the ranks of the nameless, faceless workers. Elysia watched him disappear and mere moments later, a face she knew very well emerged.
Her brown eyes widened and her lips parted as she looked Zoser over, but after a second, she closed her mouth and smiled at him as though she’d never seen him before in her life. What was he doing here? The word ‘traitor’ immediately jumped to the forefront of her thoughts, but she liked Zoser enough to keep her tongue still. There was no reason whatsoever to reveal to Iahotep that she knew the man who was clearly as shocked to see her as she’d been to see him. Their mutual silence told her that they both thought the same thing: Make no mention of the connection. And so she would not. Nor did she speak first. That was for Iahotep to do. Elysia was not here as anything but an ornament and objects did not speak.
Never as a boy, would Iahotep have foreseen being a General in the Pharaoh's great army, escorting a Greek beauty to the Valley of the Kings, or being entrusted with overseeing the guardsmen and ensuring deadlines be met. He was more than ready to handle these things, of course, but from time to time he did step back to marvel at what he had become. A respected General who had the honor of being trusted by the Pharaoh to handle something so delicate was something Iahotep took pride in. He’d always expected great things, but now that they were in front of him, he was ecstatic in his own way.
Guiding Elysia, he noted how close she was to him. It certainly wasn’t necessary -- she would not be harmed after all -- but Iahotep found he did not mind. The Greeks might have been a simple people but they did produce beautiful women. If the woman was not already bound by a husband, Iahotep might have entertained the thought of trying to charm her into his bed. Perhaps. But no matter, there were more important tasks at hand than thinking of whether or not to woo a married woman.
In any event, he had the pleasure of showing her off. That had to count for something.
“I am glad you think so,” he said softly as they approached Zoser.
Greeted by his good friend of many years, Iahotep bowed his head with a certain formality, though there was a playful glint in his eyes. “It is good to see you, my friend,” he said calmly, “I hope all is going well for you?” His inquiry was one of a general formality rather than genuine interest, though he was sure Zoser would not be offended. His friend has done well for himself after all, being charged with the duties assigned to him. Iahotep was more than glad to show Zoser the proper respects, for the same had been done for him.
“Ah, where are my manners?” He asked no one in particular.
“This,” Iahotep made a flourishing motion towards the lovely woman on his arm, “Is Elysia of Aetaea. She and her husband are staying with me for a time and she is my guest here today. I intend to show her the majesty of Egypt while attending to the duties laid out to me by our great Pharaoh.”
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Never as a boy, would Iahotep have foreseen being a General in the Pharaoh's great army, escorting a Greek beauty to the Valley of the Kings, or being entrusted with overseeing the guardsmen and ensuring deadlines be met. He was more than ready to handle these things, of course, but from time to time he did step back to marvel at what he had become. A respected General who had the honor of being trusted by the Pharaoh to handle something so delicate was something Iahotep took pride in. He’d always expected great things, but now that they were in front of him, he was ecstatic in his own way.
Guiding Elysia, he noted how close she was to him. It certainly wasn’t necessary -- she would not be harmed after all -- but Iahotep found he did not mind. The Greeks might have been a simple people but they did produce beautiful women. If the woman was not already bound by a husband, Iahotep might have entertained the thought of trying to charm her into his bed. Perhaps. But no matter, there were more important tasks at hand than thinking of whether or not to woo a married woman.
In any event, he had the pleasure of showing her off. That had to count for something.
“I am glad you think so,” he said softly as they approached Zoser.
Greeted by his good friend of many years, Iahotep bowed his head with a certain formality, though there was a playful glint in his eyes. “It is good to see you, my friend,” he said calmly, “I hope all is going well for you?” His inquiry was one of a general formality rather than genuine interest, though he was sure Zoser would not be offended. His friend has done well for himself after all, being charged with the duties assigned to him. Iahotep was more than glad to show Zoser the proper respects, for the same had been done for him.
“Ah, where are my manners?” He asked no one in particular.
“This,” Iahotep made a flourishing motion towards the lovely woman on his arm, “Is Elysia of Aetaea. She and her husband are staying with me for a time and she is my guest here today. I intend to show her the majesty of Egypt while attending to the duties laid out to me by our great Pharaoh.”
Never as a boy, would Iahotep have foreseen being a General in the Pharaoh's great army, escorting a Greek beauty to the Valley of the Kings, or being entrusted with overseeing the guardsmen and ensuring deadlines be met. He was more than ready to handle these things, of course, but from time to time he did step back to marvel at what he had become. A respected General who had the honor of being trusted by the Pharaoh to handle something so delicate was something Iahotep took pride in. He’d always expected great things, but now that they were in front of him, he was ecstatic in his own way.
Guiding Elysia, he noted how close she was to him. It certainly wasn’t necessary -- she would not be harmed after all -- but Iahotep found he did not mind. The Greeks might have been a simple people but they did produce beautiful women. If the woman was not already bound by a husband, Iahotep might have entertained the thought of trying to charm her into his bed. Perhaps. But no matter, there were more important tasks at hand than thinking of whether or not to woo a married woman.
In any event, he had the pleasure of showing her off. That had to count for something.
“I am glad you think so,” he said softly as they approached Zoser.
Greeted by his good friend of many years, Iahotep bowed his head with a certain formality, though there was a playful glint in his eyes. “It is good to see you, my friend,” he said calmly, “I hope all is going well for you?” His inquiry was one of a general formality rather than genuine interest, though he was sure Zoser would not be offended. His friend has done well for himself after all, being charged with the duties assigned to him. Iahotep was more than glad to show Zoser the proper respects, for the same had been done for him.
“Ah, where are my manners?” He asked no one in particular.
“This,” Iahotep made a flourishing motion towards the lovely woman on his arm, “Is Elysia of Aetaea. She and her husband are staying with me for a time and she is my guest here today. I intend to show her the majesty of Egypt while attending to the duties laid out to me by our great Pharaoh.”
Timaeus did not have many regrets in his short life, but if he had to list them… He would sure as Hades put donning these damn burqas right at the top.
The cloth was heavy and stifled the boys in the Egyptian heat. Underneath his disguise, Timaeus was literally drenched in sweat. It was so bad that every few minutes the boy had to reach up to his face and readjust the veil so that it would not slip low enough to reveal the small smattering of facial hair that both did not yet mark him as a man, but sure as hades made it clear that he was not a woman either. Oh, how Tim longed to just rip the wretched fabric from his face so that he could finally fill his lungs with something other than the stale air that got caught beneath his mask. Even the arid air would feel cooler than the breezes of his homeland after being cooped up for so long under the maroon colored fabric.
Timaeus knew that doing so would land him in quite a world of hurt. As uncomfortable as he was beneath the burqa, the crude disguise protected the boys. They were strangers in his foreign land, marked by their thick locks of unshaven hair, broken accents, and pale skin that would burn if it wasn’t shielded. They were Greeks in the very same kingdom that they were at war with only a scant two years ago. Tim and Adre may be naive, but they were not foolish enough to believe that they would be well received in Egypt. It was far more likely that if they weren’t careful about disguising their heritage it was entirely likely that the boys would find themselves sold into slavery or executed; depending on how merciful the Egyptians who found the Greeks were. That was a fate that Timaeus was all too aware could befall them as his own uncle had disappeared in the previous war. Galenus of Valaoritis was presumed dead, but who knew when it came to the cat worshippers.
So, when the boys landed in one of the few port cities that were welcome to Greek traders, Timaeus had insisted that the pair disguise themselves immediately. He knew the dangers and there was not a chance in hell that Tim was going any further into the country if they couldn’t ensure their safety moving forward. Unfortunately for the boys, there weren’t too many ways to cloak the color of one’s skin in a land where the women would walk around in dresses that freely displayed certain assests. The burqas had been their only option. Had the climate been more temperate, it wouldn’t have been so terrible especially as it was only the boy’s looks that betrayed them as foreigners. As noblemen both Tim and Adre had a basic understanding of Coptic so they could get by for the most part. Though, Tim had to admit that Adre was of far more use in that department than he would ever be.
The one thing that neither of them understood though was that the Valley of the Kings -- the place that the boys were now sneaking around in the garb of women-- was off-limits to all those who did not have the express permission of the Pharoah. They had only managed to catch the excited whispering of folks as they spoke of the work occurring there and that had intrigued the Greecian pair. After all, they were here to explore and see the world. Watching the tomb of a Pharoah being excavated seemed to be quite an adventure if there ever was one. So, the pair had hurriedly made their way through Egypt in their makeshift disguises that only revealed their eyes to the world. Through their excitement, they never once realized that they could disguise themselves all they want, but their sheer presence in this forbidden place would reveal how they didn’t belong.
They were lucky. Having arrived at the excavation site, no one had yet to notice the two veiled women hanging around the worker’s tent, seeking shelter from the overwhelming heat. Extreme caution had prevented them from being seen as they crept to the closest vantage point that they could get of the work being done.
“ Adre,” Timaeus hissed to his companion as he looked everywhere but the pit filled with slaves and men of dignity alike, “ Can you see anything?” His voice was low as his words were in the boy's native tongue rather in the Coptic that would be expected to be heard in the heart of Egypt. The last thing they needed was someone overhearing the foreign language and betray the boys as Timaeus kept an eye out for any approaching workers -- both slaves and free. No one could be trusted when it came to their safety. He didn’t know how good the view was from the tents a good hundred meters or so away from the pit. The sixteen-year-old could guess that it probably wasn’t good, but it wasn’t his turn to peer at the tomb.
He turned to look back at his friend, veil slipping somewhat with the motion. As he moved to adjust it he could see something move out of the corner of his eye. Turning quickly with a small noise of surprise, hoping desperately that it wasn’t someone approaching the boys. He was relieved to see though that it was only his paranoia about the situation playing tricks on him as the figure he saw was nothing more than a pair of spectators moving closer to the excavation site. A man and a woman.
This wouldn’t be all that surprising on its own, but a closer look at the lady caused Tim to look back at his friend and arch a semi-hidden eyebrow in surprise. At this distance, it was impossible to make out the features of the pair, but the shade of her skin was simply undeniable to the pair of boys who were desperately trying to hide their own similar shade. “ She’s Greek! What’s she doing here?” Timaeus exclaimed quietly in surprise as he found it difficult to tear his eyes from the odd sight of a Greek woman on the arm of what appeared to be a high-ranking Egyptian man. There was certainly a story there… that’s for sure.
In fact, Timaeus was so distracted by the sight that he didn’t realize that one of the slaves who had just been given a moment’s rest was heading for the tents and by extension the Greek interlopers. Tim glanced over at his companion in a panic and asked in a hurried tone, “ Quick, do we hide in the tents or play it cool?” He trusted his friend to decide as he would have seen where the man had been a moment ago.
But Adre would have to decide quick or Timaeus would have to make the choice for them.
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Timaeus did not have many regrets in his short life, but if he had to list them… He would sure as Hades put donning these damn burqas right at the top.
The cloth was heavy and stifled the boys in the Egyptian heat. Underneath his disguise, Timaeus was literally drenched in sweat. It was so bad that every few minutes the boy had to reach up to his face and readjust the veil so that it would not slip low enough to reveal the small smattering of facial hair that both did not yet mark him as a man, but sure as hades made it clear that he was not a woman either. Oh, how Tim longed to just rip the wretched fabric from his face so that he could finally fill his lungs with something other than the stale air that got caught beneath his mask. Even the arid air would feel cooler than the breezes of his homeland after being cooped up for so long under the maroon colored fabric.
Timaeus knew that doing so would land him in quite a world of hurt. As uncomfortable as he was beneath the burqa, the crude disguise protected the boys. They were strangers in his foreign land, marked by their thick locks of unshaven hair, broken accents, and pale skin that would burn if it wasn’t shielded. They were Greeks in the very same kingdom that they were at war with only a scant two years ago. Tim and Adre may be naive, but they were not foolish enough to believe that they would be well received in Egypt. It was far more likely that if they weren’t careful about disguising their heritage it was entirely likely that the boys would find themselves sold into slavery or executed; depending on how merciful the Egyptians who found the Greeks were. That was a fate that Timaeus was all too aware could befall them as his own uncle had disappeared in the previous war. Galenus of Valaoritis was presumed dead, but who knew when it came to the cat worshippers.
So, when the boys landed in one of the few port cities that were welcome to Greek traders, Timaeus had insisted that the pair disguise themselves immediately. He knew the dangers and there was not a chance in hell that Tim was going any further into the country if they couldn’t ensure their safety moving forward. Unfortunately for the boys, there weren’t too many ways to cloak the color of one’s skin in a land where the women would walk around in dresses that freely displayed certain assests. The burqas had been their only option. Had the climate been more temperate, it wouldn’t have been so terrible especially as it was only the boy’s looks that betrayed them as foreigners. As noblemen both Tim and Adre had a basic understanding of Coptic so they could get by for the most part. Though, Tim had to admit that Adre was of far more use in that department than he would ever be.
The one thing that neither of them understood though was that the Valley of the Kings -- the place that the boys were now sneaking around in the garb of women-- was off-limits to all those who did not have the express permission of the Pharoah. They had only managed to catch the excited whispering of folks as they spoke of the work occurring there and that had intrigued the Greecian pair. After all, they were here to explore and see the world. Watching the tomb of a Pharoah being excavated seemed to be quite an adventure if there ever was one. So, the pair had hurriedly made their way through Egypt in their makeshift disguises that only revealed their eyes to the world. Through their excitement, they never once realized that they could disguise themselves all they want, but their sheer presence in this forbidden place would reveal how they didn’t belong.
They were lucky. Having arrived at the excavation site, no one had yet to notice the two veiled women hanging around the worker’s tent, seeking shelter from the overwhelming heat. Extreme caution had prevented them from being seen as they crept to the closest vantage point that they could get of the work being done.
“ Adre,” Timaeus hissed to his companion as he looked everywhere but the pit filled with slaves and men of dignity alike, “ Can you see anything?” His voice was low as his words were in the boy's native tongue rather in the Coptic that would be expected to be heard in the heart of Egypt. The last thing they needed was someone overhearing the foreign language and betray the boys as Timaeus kept an eye out for any approaching workers -- both slaves and free. No one could be trusted when it came to their safety. He didn’t know how good the view was from the tents a good hundred meters or so away from the pit. The sixteen-year-old could guess that it probably wasn’t good, but it wasn’t his turn to peer at the tomb.
He turned to look back at his friend, veil slipping somewhat with the motion. As he moved to adjust it he could see something move out of the corner of his eye. Turning quickly with a small noise of surprise, hoping desperately that it wasn’t someone approaching the boys. He was relieved to see though that it was only his paranoia about the situation playing tricks on him as the figure he saw was nothing more than a pair of spectators moving closer to the excavation site. A man and a woman.
This wouldn’t be all that surprising on its own, but a closer look at the lady caused Tim to look back at his friend and arch a semi-hidden eyebrow in surprise. At this distance, it was impossible to make out the features of the pair, but the shade of her skin was simply undeniable to the pair of boys who were desperately trying to hide their own similar shade. “ She’s Greek! What’s she doing here?” Timaeus exclaimed quietly in surprise as he found it difficult to tear his eyes from the odd sight of a Greek woman on the arm of what appeared to be a high-ranking Egyptian man. There was certainly a story there… that’s for sure.
In fact, Timaeus was so distracted by the sight that he didn’t realize that one of the slaves who had just been given a moment’s rest was heading for the tents and by extension the Greek interlopers. Tim glanced over at his companion in a panic and asked in a hurried tone, “ Quick, do we hide in the tents or play it cool?” He trusted his friend to decide as he would have seen where the man had been a moment ago.
But Adre would have to decide quick or Timaeus would have to make the choice for them.
Timaeus did not have many regrets in his short life, but if he had to list them… He would sure as Hades put donning these damn burqas right at the top.
The cloth was heavy and stifled the boys in the Egyptian heat. Underneath his disguise, Timaeus was literally drenched in sweat. It was so bad that every few minutes the boy had to reach up to his face and readjust the veil so that it would not slip low enough to reveal the small smattering of facial hair that both did not yet mark him as a man, but sure as hades made it clear that he was not a woman either. Oh, how Tim longed to just rip the wretched fabric from his face so that he could finally fill his lungs with something other than the stale air that got caught beneath his mask. Even the arid air would feel cooler than the breezes of his homeland after being cooped up for so long under the maroon colored fabric.
Timaeus knew that doing so would land him in quite a world of hurt. As uncomfortable as he was beneath the burqa, the crude disguise protected the boys. They were strangers in his foreign land, marked by their thick locks of unshaven hair, broken accents, and pale skin that would burn if it wasn’t shielded. They were Greeks in the very same kingdom that they were at war with only a scant two years ago. Tim and Adre may be naive, but they were not foolish enough to believe that they would be well received in Egypt. It was far more likely that if they weren’t careful about disguising their heritage it was entirely likely that the boys would find themselves sold into slavery or executed; depending on how merciful the Egyptians who found the Greeks were. That was a fate that Timaeus was all too aware could befall them as his own uncle had disappeared in the previous war. Galenus of Valaoritis was presumed dead, but who knew when it came to the cat worshippers.
So, when the boys landed in one of the few port cities that were welcome to Greek traders, Timaeus had insisted that the pair disguise themselves immediately. He knew the dangers and there was not a chance in hell that Tim was going any further into the country if they couldn’t ensure their safety moving forward. Unfortunately for the boys, there weren’t too many ways to cloak the color of one’s skin in a land where the women would walk around in dresses that freely displayed certain assests. The burqas had been their only option. Had the climate been more temperate, it wouldn’t have been so terrible especially as it was only the boy’s looks that betrayed them as foreigners. As noblemen both Tim and Adre had a basic understanding of Coptic so they could get by for the most part. Though, Tim had to admit that Adre was of far more use in that department than he would ever be.
The one thing that neither of them understood though was that the Valley of the Kings -- the place that the boys were now sneaking around in the garb of women-- was off-limits to all those who did not have the express permission of the Pharoah. They had only managed to catch the excited whispering of folks as they spoke of the work occurring there and that had intrigued the Greecian pair. After all, they were here to explore and see the world. Watching the tomb of a Pharoah being excavated seemed to be quite an adventure if there ever was one. So, the pair had hurriedly made their way through Egypt in their makeshift disguises that only revealed their eyes to the world. Through their excitement, they never once realized that they could disguise themselves all they want, but their sheer presence in this forbidden place would reveal how they didn’t belong.
They were lucky. Having arrived at the excavation site, no one had yet to notice the two veiled women hanging around the worker’s tent, seeking shelter from the overwhelming heat. Extreme caution had prevented them from being seen as they crept to the closest vantage point that they could get of the work being done.
“ Adre,” Timaeus hissed to his companion as he looked everywhere but the pit filled with slaves and men of dignity alike, “ Can you see anything?” His voice was low as his words were in the boy's native tongue rather in the Coptic that would be expected to be heard in the heart of Egypt. The last thing they needed was someone overhearing the foreign language and betray the boys as Timaeus kept an eye out for any approaching workers -- both slaves and free. No one could be trusted when it came to their safety. He didn’t know how good the view was from the tents a good hundred meters or so away from the pit. The sixteen-year-old could guess that it probably wasn’t good, but it wasn’t his turn to peer at the tomb.
He turned to look back at his friend, veil slipping somewhat with the motion. As he moved to adjust it he could see something move out of the corner of his eye. Turning quickly with a small noise of surprise, hoping desperately that it wasn’t someone approaching the boys. He was relieved to see though that it was only his paranoia about the situation playing tricks on him as the figure he saw was nothing more than a pair of spectators moving closer to the excavation site. A man and a woman.
This wouldn’t be all that surprising on its own, but a closer look at the lady caused Tim to look back at his friend and arch a semi-hidden eyebrow in surprise. At this distance, it was impossible to make out the features of the pair, but the shade of her skin was simply undeniable to the pair of boys who were desperately trying to hide their own similar shade. “ She’s Greek! What’s she doing here?” Timaeus exclaimed quietly in surprise as he found it difficult to tear his eyes from the odd sight of a Greek woman on the arm of what appeared to be a high-ranking Egyptian man. There was certainly a story there… that’s for sure.
In fact, Timaeus was so distracted by the sight that he didn’t realize that one of the slaves who had just been given a moment’s rest was heading for the tents and by extension the Greek interlopers. Tim glanced over at his companion in a panic and asked in a hurried tone, “ Quick, do we hide in the tents or play it cool?” He trusted his friend to decide as he would have seen where the man had been a moment ago.
But Adre would have to decide quick or Timaeus would have to make the choice for them.
“Is everything in order?” asked the foreman in Coptic.
“I like to get my ass licked”, replied Hesiodos in Greek with a smile on his face.
The foreman looked at him and sighed, lamenting the fact that they lied to him about the bard they hired for the entertainment of slaves knowing the local language, “I’ll take that as a yes…”, he said in a defeated tone before leaving, thinking about having a word to whoever hired this jackass. Once he left, Hesiodos couldn’t contain his laughter.
It hasn’t been the first time to travel to Egypt, and even though they didn’t particularly liked Greeks, he knew bards were liked everywhere. It wasn’t hard to get a job on an expedition, singing songs and telling stories to the slaves to keep morale up. He was dressed on a light yellow tunic, good to keep the heat out, and his face was covered in the traditional makeup the Egyptians wore to avoid sunburns on the face; he of course brought his lyre along, as well. The slaves in front of him looked at him and asked him what he said to the foreman, and when he replied, they burst out in laughter as well. Now that would help for morale.
The man that hired him was right – Hesiodos spoke Coptic rather well, although with a heavy accent, but he decided to hide it at the moment for a simple reason: it was amusing to him.
“Now, my friends…”, he said to the slaves that were resting as if they were equals to him, “Do you know the story of Odysseus and his voyage?”
Before anybody could reply, there was a calling of his name, “Lord Hesiodos! Lord Hesiodos!”, someone cried. Heads, including his own, turned and saw a woman. She was one of the slaves, and her face was painted with several shades of worry.
“What is the matter, my friend?”, he said with an easy tone. He didn’t correct on her calling him ‘Lord’; he rather liked the sound of it.
“My son… My son wandered off into the catacombs! Someone needs to find him!”
Hesiodos remained silent for a couple of heartbeats. A part of him, his adventuring part, was ready to spring into action… but his rational part spoke, “Why can’t someone else do it?”
“Because if an overseer catches him, they’ll beat him to death! Same if they catch us entering unauthorized!”, she explained, tears streaming down her face and running her makeup.
‘Then they’ll beat me to death, if I go’, Hesiodos thought… but realized that he could always justify himself. He knew how to string words correctly. Plus… this might get him some points with the slaves. The Bard of Phossis nodded and stood up. Putting his lyre on its case, he hung it around his belt, at the same time he checked for his weapons. His two bronze swords, Castor and Pollux, were on their place. The Greek man looked at the woman and smiled, “I’ll help you. Stay put and don’t worry”, he said before taking a walk.
The desert sun was scorching, making him sweat, and considered that it would have been a good idea to get a burqa… but his mind was on his own style other than everything. By grace of the gods, no one caught him, and that’s how he found himself inside the catacombs…
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“Is everything in order?” asked the foreman in Coptic.
“I like to get my ass licked”, replied Hesiodos in Greek with a smile on his face.
The foreman looked at him and sighed, lamenting the fact that they lied to him about the bard they hired for the entertainment of slaves knowing the local language, “I’ll take that as a yes…”, he said in a defeated tone before leaving, thinking about having a word to whoever hired this jackass. Once he left, Hesiodos couldn’t contain his laughter.
It hasn’t been the first time to travel to Egypt, and even though they didn’t particularly liked Greeks, he knew bards were liked everywhere. It wasn’t hard to get a job on an expedition, singing songs and telling stories to the slaves to keep morale up. He was dressed on a light yellow tunic, good to keep the heat out, and his face was covered in the traditional makeup the Egyptians wore to avoid sunburns on the face; he of course brought his lyre along, as well. The slaves in front of him looked at him and asked him what he said to the foreman, and when he replied, they burst out in laughter as well. Now that would help for morale.
The man that hired him was right – Hesiodos spoke Coptic rather well, although with a heavy accent, but he decided to hide it at the moment for a simple reason: it was amusing to him.
“Now, my friends…”, he said to the slaves that were resting as if they were equals to him, “Do you know the story of Odysseus and his voyage?”
Before anybody could reply, there was a calling of his name, “Lord Hesiodos! Lord Hesiodos!”, someone cried. Heads, including his own, turned and saw a woman. She was one of the slaves, and her face was painted with several shades of worry.
“What is the matter, my friend?”, he said with an easy tone. He didn’t correct on her calling him ‘Lord’; he rather liked the sound of it.
“My son… My son wandered off into the catacombs! Someone needs to find him!”
Hesiodos remained silent for a couple of heartbeats. A part of him, his adventuring part, was ready to spring into action… but his rational part spoke, “Why can’t someone else do it?”
“Because if an overseer catches him, they’ll beat him to death! Same if they catch us entering unauthorized!”, she explained, tears streaming down her face and running her makeup.
‘Then they’ll beat me to death, if I go’, Hesiodos thought… but realized that he could always justify himself. He knew how to string words correctly. Plus… this might get him some points with the slaves. The Bard of Phossis nodded and stood up. Putting his lyre on its case, he hung it around his belt, at the same time he checked for his weapons. His two bronze swords, Castor and Pollux, were on their place. The Greek man looked at the woman and smiled, “I’ll help you. Stay put and don’t worry”, he said before taking a walk.
The desert sun was scorching, making him sweat, and considered that it would have been a good idea to get a burqa… but his mind was on his own style other than everything. By grace of the gods, no one caught him, and that’s how he found himself inside the catacombs…
“Is everything in order?” asked the foreman in Coptic.
“I like to get my ass licked”, replied Hesiodos in Greek with a smile on his face.
The foreman looked at him and sighed, lamenting the fact that they lied to him about the bard they hired for the entertainment of slaves knowing the local language, “I’ll take that as a yes…”, he said in a defeated tone before leaving, thinking about having a word to whoever hired this jackass. Once he left, Hesiodos couldn’t contain his laughter.
It hasn’t been the first time to travel to Egypt, and even though they didn’t particularly liked Greeks, he knew bards were liked everywhere. It wasn’t hard to get a job on an expedition, singing songs and telling stories to the slaves to keep morale up. He was dressed on a light yellow tunic, good to keep the heat out, and his face was covered in the traditional makeup the Egyptians wore to avoid sunburns on the face; he of course brought his lyre along, as well. The slaves in front of him looked at him and asked him what he said to the foreman, and when he replied, they burst out in laughter as well. Now that would help for morale.
The man that hired him was right – Hesiodos spoke Coptic rather well, although with a heavy accent, but he decided to hide it at the moment for a simple reason: it was amusing to him.
“Now, my friends…”, he said to the slaves that were resting as if they were equals to him, “Do you know the story of Odysseus and his voyage?”
Before anybody could reply, there was a calling of his name, “Lord Hesiodos! Lord Hesiodos!”, someone cried. Heads, including his own, turned and saw a woman. She was one of the slaves, and her face was painted with several shades of worry.
“What is the matter, my friend?”, he said with an easy tone. He didn’t correct on her calling him ‘Lord’; he rather liked the sound of it.
“My son… My son wandered off into the catacombs! Someone needs to find him!”
Hesiodos remained silent for a couple of heartbeats. A part of him, his adventuring part, was ready to spring into action… but his rational part spoke, “Why can’t someone else do it?”
“Because if an overseer catches him, they’ll beat him to death! Same if they catch us entering unauthorized!”, she explained, tears streaming down her face and running her makeup.
‘Then they’ll beat me to death, if I go’, Hesiodos thought… but realized that he could always justify himself. He knew how to string words correctly. Plus… this might get him some points with the slaves. The Bard of Phossis nodded and stood up. Putting his lyre on its case, he hung it around his belt, at the same time he checked for his weapons. His two bronze swords, Castor and Pollux, were on their place. The Greek man looked at the woman and smiled, “I’ll help you. Stay put and don’t worry”, he said before taking a walk.
The desert sun was scorching, making him sweat, and considered that it would have been a good idea to get a burqa… but his mind was on his own style other than everything. By grace of the gods, no one caught him, and that’s how he found himself inside the catacombs…
They were in an extremely new place, but Adrestus really didn’t mind it. What he did mind was the heat, which was scorching underneath the burqa he was wearing. He didn’t like how he covered his face with nothing but his eyes visible. The whole thing just looked extremely silly to Adre but he wasn’t about to complain to his friend, Timeaus. He realized that their very presence meant that they were in danger, with Greeks not being welcome in the kingdom they found themselves in. The danger didn’t impede them on taking advantage, however, as Adrestus was fully wanting to get as much adventure out of this opportunity as he could.
They had made it to the worker’s tent, his eyes placed towards the excavation site in front of them. So far so good. He could see slaves and other working, but no one seemed to be interested in two women. Adrestus was already thinking about how their disguises were going to work- as soon they spoke, it was going to be obvious they were men. Unless…. They raised the pitch in their voices. Adrestus was thinking about that when he heard Tim’s voice, and he shook his head. “Doesn’t seem like we’ve been noticed.” That was the ideal situation. If they continued to be camouflaged, they would be safe. Of course, Adrestus didn’t come all the way over here just to stay in one place!
He saw the man and women, and suddenly felt his body freeze. He recognized her. She was from Athenia. He tried to unclench himself so that Tim wouldn’t notice that he was stressed, knowing full well that Timeaus would make them end the adventure. Adre didn’t want that. He shrugged at Tim’s words, shaking his head. “No idea. Not sure which kingdom she’s from.” Of course, Adrestus wasn’t the best at lying to his friends… but he was trying. He just didn’t want Tim to worry. His heart sank as Tim seemed to panic anyways, and Adrestus tightened his veil over his face and moved to face his friend. “Calm down, we got this handled, okay?” He said, knowing that if Tim was going to panic, he would panic, and they’d both be doomed. Adrestus paused to think, though not for very long. It wasn’t like they had time.
“We play it cool. The burqas will work and plus… if we hide in the tents all day then why did we even come here?” He spoke in a whisper tone, only meant for his friend to hear. Adrestus stepped out of the tent, his arms at his side. His posture was confident, but not too confident, knowing that women were supposed to be lesser. Overall, Adrestus didn’t seem to mind that he had to play the other sex. Adrestus cleared his throat, as if already preparing his voice. His coptic was… broken, to say the least, but it was just slightly better than Tim. He’d have to make this work. He stepped forward and suddenly… he saw someone else in the distance. A teacher he knew- specifically one that him and Elias had locked in a closet during their wild childhood days. He reached out and grabbed a bunch of Tim’s burqa in realization that he had made the wrong choice. Fuck. Now in a panic mode, Adrestus turned- not towards the tents, but towards what looked like a bard. They were essentially trapped but…. Maybe they can blend in with the slaves listening to a bard’s story?
Adrestus stood behind some slaves who were listening to what Hesi was saying. His body language screamed that he was very interested in the voyage story, even though his head was whirling with thoughts. He had a hard time focusing. He glanced back at Tim, which as he turned his head he noticed... something. Tunnels?
Forgetting about the bard, Adrestus quietly stepped back and away from Hesi, which seemed to be the perfect move as the other man was distracted with another issue. The adventurous side of Adrestus was calling. The sailor grabbed at Tim's hand to follow, before making his way towards the tunnels, Tim right behind him. He tried to pick a place where no one else was going into...
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They were in an extremely new place, but Adrestus really didn’t mind it. What he did mind was the heat, which was scorching underneath the burqa he was wearing. He didn’t like how he covered his face with nothing but his eyes visible. The whole thing just looked extremely silly to Adre but he wasn’t about to complain to his friend, Timeaus. He realized that their very presence meant that they were in danger, with Greeks not being welcome in the kingdom they found themselves in. The danger didn’t impede them on taking advantage, however, as Adrestus was fully wanting to get as much adventure out of this opportunity as he could.
They had made it to the worker’s tent, his eyes placed towards the excavation site in front of them. So far so good. He could see slaves and other working, but no one seemed to be interested in two women. Adrestus was already thinking about how their disguises were going to work- as soon they spoke, it was going to be obvious they were men. Unless…. They raised the pitch in their voices. Adrestus was thinking about that when he heard Tim’s voice, and he shook his head. “Doesn’t seem like we’ve been noticed.” That was the ideal situation. If they continued to be camouflaged, they would be safe. Of course, Adrestus didn’t come all the way over here just to stay in one place!
He saw the man and women, and suddenly felt his body freeze. He recognized her. She was from Athenia. He tried to unclench himself so that Tim wouldn’t notice that he was stressed, knowing full well that Timeaus would make them end the adventure. Adre didn’t want that. He shrugged at Tim’s words, shaking his head. “No idea. Not sure which kingdom she’s from.” Of course, Adrestus wasn’t the best at lying to his friends… but he was trying. He just didn’t want Tim to worry. His heart sank as Tim seemed to panic anyways, and Adrestus tightened his veil over his face and moved to face his friend. “Calm down, we got this handled, okay?” He said, knowing that if Tim was going to panic, he would panic, and they’d both be doomed. Adrestus paused to think, though not for very long. It wasn’t like they had time.
“We play it cool. The burqas will work and plus… if we hide in the tents all day then why did we even come here?” He spoke in a whisper tone, only meant for his friend to hear. Adrestus stepped out of the tent, his arms at his side. His posture was confident, but not too confident, knowing that women were supposed to be lesser. Overall, Adrestus didn’t seem to mind that he had to play the other sex. Adrestus cleared his throat, as if already preparing his voice. His coptic was… broken, to say the least, but it was just slightly better than Tim. He’d have to make this work. He stepped forward and suddenly… he saw someone else in the distance. A teacher he knew- specifically one that him and Elias had locked in a closet during their wild childhood days. He reached out and grabbed a bunch of Tim’s burqa in realization that he had made the wrong choice. Fuck. Now in a panic mode, Adrestus turned- not towards the tents, but towards what looked like a bard. They were essentially trapped but…. Maybe they can blend in with the slaves listening to a bard’s story?
Adrestus stood behind some slaves who were listening to what Hesi was saying. His body language screamed that he was very interested in the voyage story, even though his head was whirling with thoughts. He had a hard time focusing. He glanced back at Tim, which as he turned his head he noticed... something. Tunnels?
Forgetting about the bard, Adrestus quietly stepped back and away from Hesi, which seemed to be the perfect move as the other man was distracted with another issue. The adventurous side of Adrestus was calling. The sailor grabbed at Tim's hand to follow, before making his way towards the tunnels, Tim right behind him. He tried to pick a place where no one else was going into...
They were in an extremely new place, but Adrestus really didn’t mind it. What he did mind was the heat, which was scorching underneath the burqa he was wearing. He didn’t like how he covered his face with nothing but his eyes visible. The whole thing just looked extremely silly to Adre but he wasn’t about to complain to his friend, Timeaus. He realized that their very presence meant that they were in danger, with Greeks not being welcome in the kingdom they found themselves in. The danger didn’t impede them on taking advantage, however, as Adrestus was fully wanting to get as much adventure out of this opportunity as he could.
They had made it to the worker’s tent, his eyes placed towards the excavation site in front of them. So far so good. He could see slaves and other working, but no one seemed to be interested in two women. Adrestus was already thinking about how their disguises were going to work- as soon they spoke, it was going to be obvious they were men. Unless…. They raised the pitch in their voices. Adrestus was thinking about that when he heard Tim’s voice, and he shook his head. “Doesn’t seem like we’ve been noticed.” That was the ideal situation. If they continued to be camouflaged, they would be safe. Of course, Adrestus didn’t come all the way over here just to stay in one place!
He saw the man and women, and suddenly felt his body freeze. He recognized her. She was from Athenia. He tried to unclench himself so that Tim wouldn’t notice that he was stressed, knowing full well that Timeaus would make them end the adventure. Adre didn’t want that. He shrugged at Tim’s words, shaking his head. “No idea. Not sure which kingdom she’s from.” Of course, Adrestus wasn’t the best at lying to his friends… but he was trying. He just didn’t want Tim to worry. His heart sank as Tim seemed to panic anyways, and Adrestus tightened his veil over his face and moved to face his friend. “Calm down, we got this handled, okay?” He said, knowing that if Tim was going to panic, he would panic, and they’d both be doomed. Adrestus paused to think, though not for very long. It wasn’t like they had time.
“We play it cool. The burqas will work and plus… if we hide in the tents all day then why did we even come here?” He spoke in a whisper tone, only meant for his friend to hear. Adrestus stepped out of the tent, his arms at his side. His posture was confident, but not too confident, knowing that women were supposed to be lesser. Overall, Adrestus didn’t seem to mind that he had to play the other sex. Adrestus cleared his throat, as if already preparing his voice. His coptic was… broken, to say the least, but it was just slightly better than Tim. He’d have to make this work. He stepped forward and suddenly… he saw someone else in the distance. A teacher he knew- specifically one that him and Elias had locked in a closet during their wild childhood days. He reached out and grabbed a bunch of Tim’s burqa in realization that he had made the wrong choice. Fuck. Now in a panic mode, Adrestus turned- not towards the tents, but towards what looked like a bard. They were essentially trapped but…. Maybe they can blend in with the slaves listening to a bard’s story?
Adrestus stood behind some slaves who were listening to what Hesi was saying. His body language screamed that he was very interested in the voyage story, even though his head was whirling with thoughts. He had a hard time focusing. He glanced back at Tim, which as he turned his head he noticed... something. Tunnels?
Forgetting about the bard, Adrestus quietly stepped back and away from Hesi, which seemed to be the perfect move as the other man was distracted with another issue. The adventurous side of Adrestus was calling. The sailor grabbed at Tim's hand to follow, before making his way towards the tunnels, Tim right behind him. He tried to pick a place where no one else was going into...
Decisions, Decisions 1 The All-Seeing Eye
As the independent groups head down into the tunnels of the tomb of Amunek, it becomes immediately obvious of the difficulties found by those who are excavating to seek the treasure below. Whilst the tunnels are large; able to support the height of a tall man with several feet open above the head, and wide enough to support three abreast, there was copious numbers of them. Some lit by torches pushed into available crevasses in the stonework, others remaining dark and hidden from the world, the tunnels stretch out like a maze, moving further and further beneath the ground. With the ancient Pharaoh's resting place buried and hidden too long ago for any map to now exist, the slaves and builders are forced to guess as to where the tunnels might lead and which will lead them to Amunek's final resting place and jewel known as the All-Seeing Eye.
As the first group of adventurers descend down into the tunnels, @elysia is left with a clear decision before her.
OPTIONS
1. Allow Iahotep, as the high-ranking Egyptian and her host, to decide their course and fate.
2. Suggest some means of monitoring their progress through the tunnels to ensure they don't get lost.
3. Work out a means of lighting the darker tunnels in case they turn out to be the path towards the treasure...
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As the independent groups head down into the tunnels of the tomb of Amunek, it becomes immediately obvious of the difficulties found by those who are excavating to seek the treasure below. Whilst the tunnels are large; able to support the height of a tall man with several feet open above the head, and wide enough to support three abreast, there was copious numbers of them. Some lit by torches pushed into available crevasses in the stonework, others remaining dark and hidden from the world, the tunnels stretch out like a maze, moving further and further beneath the ground. With the ancient Pharaoh's resting place buried and hidden too long ago for any map to now exist, the slaves and builders are forced to guess as to where the tunnels might lead and which will lead them to Amunek's final resting place and jewel known as the All-Seeing Eye.
As the first group of adventurers descend down into the tunnels, @elysia is left with a clear decision before her.
OPTIONS
1. Allow Iahotep, as the high-ranking Egyptian and her host, to decide their course and fate.
2. Suggest some means of monitoring their progress through the tunnels to ensure they don't get lost.
3. Work out a means of lighting the darker tunnels in case they turn out to be the path towards the treasure...
Decisions, Decisions 1 The All-Seeing Eye
As the independent groups head down into the tunnels of the tomb of Amunek, it becomes immediately obvious of the difficulties found by those who are excavating to seek the treasure below. Whilst the tunnels are large; able to support the height of a tall man with several feet open above the head, and wide enough to support three abreast, there was copious numbers of them. Some lit by torches pushed into available crevasses in the stonework, others remaining dark and hidden from the world, the tunnels stretch out like a maze, moving further and further beneath the ground. With the ancient Pharaoh's resting place buried and hidden too long ago for any map to now exist, the slaves and builders are forced to guess as to where the tunnels might lead and which will lead them to Amunek's final resting place and jewel known as the All-Seeing Eye.
As the first group of adventurers descend down into the tunnels, @elysia is left with a clear decision before her.
OPTIONS
1. Allow Iahotep, as the high-ranking Egyptian and her host, to decide their course and fate.
2. Suggest some means of monitoring their progress through the tunnels to ensure they don't get lost.
3. Work out a means of lighting the darker tunnels in case they turn out to be the path towards the treasure...
Decisions, Decisions 2 The All-Seeing Eye
As the independent groups head down into the tunnels of the tomb of Amunek, it becomes immediately obvious of the difficulties found by those who are excavating to seek the treasure below. Whilst the tunnels are large; able to support the height of a tall man with several feet open above the head, and wide enough to support three abreast, there was copious numbers of them. Some lit by torches pushed into available crevasses in the stonework, others remaining dark and hidden from the world, the tunnels stretch out like a maze, moving further and further beneath the ground. With the ancient Pharaoh's resting place buried and hidden too long ago for any map to now exist, the slaves and builders are forced to guess as to where the tunnels might lead and which will lead them to Amunek's final resting place and jewel known as the All-Seeing Eye.
As the second group of explorers enter the tunnels, they come to a split in road. One path takes them down a route that is well lit but dusty with unadorned bricks. The other supports symbols and hieroglyphic design but has no torches to light the way. Which way will @adrestus decide they should go?
OPTIONS
1. The light and unadorned path.
2. Or the decorated but dark route.
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As the independent groups head down into the tunnels of the tomb of Amunek, it becomes immediately obvious of the difficulties found by those who are excavating to seek the treasure below. Whilst the tunnels are large; able to support the height of a tall man with several feet open above the head, and wide enough to support three abreast, there was copious numbers of them. Some lit by torches pushed into available crevasses in the stonework, others remaining dark and hidden from the world, the tunnels stretch out like a maze, moving further and further beneath the ground. With the ancient Pharaoh's resting place buried and hidden too long ago for any map to now exist, the slaves and builders are forced to guess as to where the tunnels might lead and which will lead them to Amunek's final resting place and jewel known as the All-Seeing Eye.
As the second group of explorers enter the tunnels, they come to a split in road. One path takes them down a route that is well lit but dusty with unadorned bricks. The other supports symbols and hieroglyphic design but has no torches to light the way. Which way will @adrestus decide they should go?
OPTIONS
1. The light and unadorned path.
2. Or the decorated but dark route.
Decisions, Decisions 2 The All-Seeing Eye
As the independent groups head down into the tunnels of the tomb of Amunek, it becomes immediately obvious of the difficulties found by those who are excavating to seek the treasure below. Whilst the tunnels are large; able to support the height of a tall man with several feet open above the head, and wide enough to support three abreast, there was copious numbers of them. Some lit by torches pushed into available crevasses in the stonework, others remaining dark and hidden from the world, the tunnels stretch out like a maze, moving further and further beneath the ground. With the ancient Pharaoh's resting place buried and hidden too long ago for any map to now exist, the slaves and builders are forced to guess as to where the tunnels might lead and which will lead them to Amunek's final resting place and jewel known as the All-Seeing Eye.
As the second group of explorers enter the tunnels, they come to a split in road. One path takes them down a route that is well lit but dusty with unadorned bricks. The other supports symbols and hieroglyphic design but has no torches to light the way. Which way will @adrestus decide they should go?
OPTIONS
1. The light and unadorned path.
2. Or the decorated but dark route.
The burqas still had Adrestus sweating as he reached the tunnel entrences. There seemed to be two of them. He turned to glance back to see if the teacher had seen them, but it didn’t look like they had. At least, no one was shouting his name. His nervousness seemed to fade just very slightly and he reached to hold onto Tim’s arm. “We’re going to go into one of these.” He smiled softly. “It’ll be good. Maybe we’ll even find something!” Adrestus’s voice was filled with anticipation and excitement. He glanced back at the two tunnels, pausing in thought. The lightest tunnel seemed calm and safe- though perhaps many have gone to look into that one. The other was darker- he could see shadows of the hieroglyphs, but couldn’t see much else. It’d be more dangerous, especially since they would have no idea where it would leave. They had no idea what would be lurking under the darkness.
Adrestus suddenly started to move, and stood in front of Tim. “I would never let you get hurt, Tim.” They had traveled much, but they still had many years left of their journey. He knew Tim trusted him, but he was sure that there was some fear too. Adrestus was scared himself but not enough to where it showed in this moment. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed a knife hidden beneath his burqa. Hopefully Tim would see and already know what he was about to do.
Adrestus turned smoothly and gestured with his knife over to the darkest tunnel, option 2. It was dark yet probably not very much explored. They could figure out some light later, probably. “Let’s go in that tunnel, friend.” He took his hand off of Tim and started forward towards the darker tunnels. The most adventurous one, at least in Adrestus’s eyes. “Look, if it turns out to be a bad idea, I’ll take the fall for it. Promise.” Hopefully that would make Tim trust him more. Plus, he didn’t mind dealing with the consequences of his own actions, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to make risks. That was what life was all about, wasn’t it? Adrestus grinned softly to himsef as he reached up to touch one of the walls in the tunnel. “What’s the best that could happen.” They just had to think positively here. Adrestus then started to walk right into tunnel 2.
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The burqas still had Adrestus sweating as he reached the tunnel entrences. There seemed to be two of them. He turned to glance back to see if the teacher had seen them, but it didn’t look like they had. At least, no one was shouting his name. His nervousness seemed to fade just very slightly and he reached to hold onto Tim’s arm. “We’re going to go into one of these.” He smiled softly. “It’ll be good. Maybe we’ll even find something!” Adrestus’s voice was filled with anticipation and excitement. He glanced back at the two tunnels, pausing in thought. The lightest tunnel seemed calm and safe- though perhaps many have gone to look into that one. The other was darker- he could see shadows of the hieroglyphs, but couldn’t see much else. It’d be more dangerous, especially since they would have no idea where it would leave. They had no idea what would be lurking under the darkness.
Adrestus suddenly started to move, and stood in front of Tim. “I would never let you get hurt, Tim.” They had traveled much, but they still had many years left of their journey. He knew Tim trusted him, but he was sure that there was some fear too. Adrestus was scared himself but not enough to where it showed in this moment. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed a knife hidden beneath his burqa. Hopefully Tim would see and already know what he was about to do.
Adrestus turned smoothly and gestured with his knife over to the darkest tunnel, option 2. It was dark yet probably not very much explored. They could figure out some light later, probably. “Let’s go in that tunnel, friend.” He took his hand off of Tim and started forward towards the darker tunnels. The most adventurous one, at least in Adrestus’s eyes. “Look, if it turns out to be a bad idea, I’ll take the fall for it. Promise.” Hopefully that would make Tim trust him more. Plus, he didn’t mind dealing with the consequences of his own actions, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to make risks. That was what life was all about, wasn’t it? Adrestus grinned softly to himsef as he reached up to touch one of the walls in the tunnel. “What’s the best that could happen.” They just had to think positively here. Adrestus then started to walk right into tunnel 2.
The burqas still had Adrestus sweating as he reached the tunnel entrences. There seemed to be two of them. He turned to glance back to see if the teacher had seen them, but it didn’t look like they had. At least, no one was shouting his name. His nervousness seemed to fade just very slightly and he reached to hold onto Tim’s arm. “We’re going to go into one of these.” He smiled softly. “It’ll be good. Maybe we’ll even find something!” Adrestus’s voice was filled with anticipation and excitement. He glanced back at the two tunnels, pausing in thought. The lightest tunnel seemed calm and safe- though perhaps many have gone to look into that one. The other was darker- he could see shadows of the hieroglyphs, but couldn’t see much else. It’d be more dangerous, especially since they would have no idea where it would leave. They had no idea what would be lurking under the darkness.
Adrestus suddenly started to move, and stood in front of Tim. “I would never let you get hurt, Tim.” They had traveled much, but they still had many years left of their journey. He knew Tim trusted him, but he was sure that there was some fear too. Adrestus was scared himself but not enough to where it showed in this moment. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed a knife hidden beneath his burqa. Hopefully Tim would see and already know what he was about to do.
Adrestus turned smoothly and gestured with his knife over to the darkest tunnel, option 2. It was dark yet probably not very much explored. They could figure out some light later, probably. “Let’s go in that tunnel, friend.” He took his hand off of Tim and started forward towards the darker tunnels. The most adventurous one, at least in Adrestus’s eyes. “Look, if it turns out to be a bad idea, I’ll take the fall for it. Promise.” Hopefully that would make Tim trust him more. Plus, he didn’t mind dealing with the consequences of his own actions, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to make risks. That was what life was all about, wasn’t it? Adrestus grinned softly to himsef as he reached up to touch one of the walls in the tunnel. “What’s the best that could happen.” They just had to think positively here. Adrestus then started to walk right into tunnel 2.
Elysia kept up her same smile to Zoser, listening to herself being introduced to him and giving him a very brief, dipping curtsey without letting go of Iahotep’s arm. “A pleasure,” she murmured, but said nothing else to him, nor did she use the man’s name. Iahotep hadn’t expressly introduced Zoser in return, and she’d been looking for that very thing to happen. As it hadn’t, she would keep right on pretending that she knew nothing of this man. Why he looked so afraid of her for that brief moment, she hadn’t the faintest idea, but she was a quick study. It was evident that they were to be strangers to each other for the time being and she’d find out why that was as soon as humanly possible. Nothing was a mystery to her for long, if she had any say in the matter.
The little group progressed into the tunnels and at first, she was looking all around, smile lighting her features, wholly impressed with the floor to ceiling hieroglyphs around them. Every single part of each wall and column and ceiling was chiseled, painted, and bursting forth with stories and details that she could not understand, but longed to do so. Like other Greeks, she held the belief that her race was the superior one, but she would never deny that the Egyptians knew how to decorate tombs and temples. She liked the stories portrayed and the vivid use of color, admired the time and tenacity with which the men slaved away in here, and which would have taken the architect no shortage of time to complete. It was, in short, amazing.
As they descended further and further into the tunnels, she was surprised by the silence between the sounds the workers made. This wasn’t like walking in open air, where one’s voice was carried away on the wind and the calls of birds or the wind itself, or shifting trees and grasses came to you. There was nothing but vague echoes and the air was still and stifling. It had nowhere to go and Elysia let go of Iahotep’s arm, pulling at the front of her dress. A bead of sweat slid down between her breasts and all that she could think about was how her clothes were going to be soaked if they had to endure this suffocating heat for long.
“We do not have torches,” she said absently, pulling the collar of her dress out a bit so she could look down at her own chest. It was just as she’d feared. Sweat. Disgusting. With a sigh, she looked to Zoser. “Surely we’re not going down in those dark tunnels without a source of light, are we? Or is one of those slaves going to follow us and carry the torch?” She didn’t volunteer to do it because the fire was blinding to the one who carried it, and the heat would make this heat worse. However, what was the point in going into the darkness if you couldn’t see? Turning to the first available torch that sat above some poor soul chisling next to her, she took it from its sconce and handed it right to Zoser, whom she knew better, and therefore trusted more, than Iahotep. That and she didn’t quite feel comfortable ordering the General around. He felt to her like a string pulled too tight, and was liable to snap at the slightest provocation. He’d done nothing to her, personally, but there was a wildness about his eyes that she didn’t quite want to let loose. Zoser’s face was nothing but kindness. To him went the light source.
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Elysia kept up her same smile to Zoser, listening to herself being introduced to him and giving him a very brief, dipping curtsey without letting go of Iahotep’s arm. “A pleasure,” she murmured, but said nothing else to him, nor did she use the man’s name. Iahotep hadn’t expressly introduced Zoser in return, and she’d been looking for that very thing to happen. As it hadn’t, she would keep right on pretending that she knew nothing of this man. Why he looked so afraid of her for that brief moment, she hadn’t the faintest idea, but she was a quick study. It was evident that they were to be strangers to each other for the time being and she’d find out why that was as soon as humanly possible. Nothing was a mystery to her for long, if she had any say in the matter.
The little group progressed into the tunnels and at first, she was looking all around, smile lighting her features, wholly impressed with the floor to ceiling hieroglyphs around them. Every single part of each wall and column and ceiling was chiseled, painted, and bursting forth with stories and details that she could not understand, but longed to do so. Like other Greeks, she held the belief that her race was the superior one, but she would never deny that the Egyptians knew how to decorate tombs and temples. She liked the stories portrayed and the vivid use of color, admired the time and tenacity with which the men slaved away in here, and which would have taken the architect no shortage of time to complete. It was, in short, amazing.
As they descended further and further into the tunnels, she was surprised by the silence between the sounds the workers made. This wasn’t like walking in open air, where one’s voice was carried away on the wind and the calls of birds or the wind itself, or shifting trees and grasses came to you. There was nothing but vague echoes and the air was still and stifling. It had nowhere to go and Elysia let go of Iahotep’s arm, pulling at the front of her dress. A bead of sweat slid down between her breasts and all that she could think about was how her clothes were going to be soaked if they had to endure this suffocating heat for long.
“We do not have torches,” she said absently, pulling the collar of her dress out a bit so she could look down at her own chest. It was just as she’d feared. Sweat. Disgusting. With a sigh, she looked to Zoser. “Surely we’re not going down in those dark tunnels without a source of light, are we? Or is one of those slaves going to follow us and carry the torch?” She didn’t volunteer to do it because the fire was blinding to the one who carried it, and the heat would make this heat worse. However, what was the point in going into the darkness if you couldn’t see? Turning to the first available torch that sat above some poor soul chisling next to her, she took it from its sconce and handed it right to Zoser, whom she knew better, and therefore trusted more, than Iahotep. That and she didn’t quite feel comfortable ordering the General around. He felt to her like a string pulled too tight, and was liable to snap at the slightest provocation. He’d done nothing to her, personally, but there was a wildness about his eyes that she didn’t quite want to let loose. Zoser’s face was nothing but kindness. To him went the light source.
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Elysia kept up her same smile to Zoser, listening to herself being introduced to him and giving him a very brief, dipping curtsey without letting go of Iahotep’s arm. “A pleasure,” she murmured, but said nothing else to him, nor did she use the man’s name. Iahotep hadn’t expressly introduced Zoser in return, and she’d been looking for that very thing to happen. As it hadn’t, she would keep right on pretending that she knew nothing of this man. Why he looked so afraid of her for that brief moment, she hadn’t the faintest idea, but she was a quick study. It was evident that they were to be strangers to each other for the time being and she’d find out why that was as soon as humanly possible. Nothing was a mystery to her for long, if she had any say in the matter.
The little group progressed into the tunnels and at first, she was looking all around, smile lighting her features, wholly impressed with the floor to ceiling hieroglyphs around them. Every single part of each wall and column and ceiling was chiseled, painted, and bursting forth with stories and details that she could not understand, but longed to do so. Like other Greeks, she held the belief that her race was the superior one, but she would never deny that the Egyptians knew how to decorate tombs and temples. She liked the stories portrayed and the vivid use of color, admired the time and tenacity with which the men slaved away in here, and which would have taken the architect no shortage of time to complete. It was, in short, amazing.
As they descended further and further into the tunnels, she was surprised by the silence between the sounds the workers made. This wasn’t like walking in open air, where one’s voice was carried away on the wind and the calls of birds or the wind itself, or shifting trees and grasses came to you. There was nothing but vague echoes and the air was still and stifling. It had nowhere to go and Elysia let go of Iahotep’s arm, pulling at the front of her dress. A bead of sweat slid down between her breasts and all that she could think about was how her clothes were going to be soaked if they had to endure this suffocating heat for long.
“We do not have torches,” she said absently, pulling the collar of her dress out a bit so she could look down at her own chest. It was just as she’d feared. Sweat. Disgusting. With a sigh, she looked to Zoser. “Surely we’re not going down in those dark tunnels without a source of light, are we? Or is one of those slaves going to follow us and carry the torch?” She didn’t volunteer to do it because the fire was blinding to the one who carried it, and the heat would make this heat worse. However, what was the point in going into the darkness if you couldn’t see? Turning to the first available torch that sat above some poor soul chisling next to her, she took it from its sconce and handed it right to Zoser, whom she knew better, and therefore trusted more, than Iahotep. That and she didn’t quite feel comfortable ordering the General around. He felt to her like a string pulled too tight, and was liable to snap at the slightest provocation. He’d done nothing to her, personally, but there was a wildness about his eyes that she didn’t quite want to let loose. Zoser’s face was nothing but kindness. To him went the light source.
(Option 3)
At General Iahotep's introduction, Zoser smiled, catching the glint in his eye dipping his head in a slight nod.
"It goes as well as it can with so many hands helping and an unknown expanse still to go," Zoser offered, lightly, knowing that the militant was likely not to be nearly as interested in the progress as he found himself. Nor would his shorter-tempered friend have the patience to hear the actual details. Besides, Zoser found himself more and more intrigued by the woman on his arm.
"Welcome to Egypt, Mistress Elysia," Zoser offered in return, holding his smile carefully as a newborn child and letting it crinkle to the corners of his eyes. "If you have any curiosities about our work here, I am happy to answer any questions, though I warn you, I have a tendency to wax on. I only ask that we resist the urge to touch anything as we progress." As he spoke the aide that had indicated the next set of tunnels were ready for inspection had reappeared, repeating his information. Zoser gestured for his guests to follow.
As he he led the way, his face was no longer turned towards Iahotep and Elysia, and the slightest crease of a frown marked the corner of his lip. If the aide ahead of him caught the expression, it would have been a look of dire concentration, not marked concern for the new ruse that was in play.
The aide murmured quietly in Coptic to him about what they had marked thus far, with a few tunnels that seemed to lead to various antechambers with further excavation beyond them, and a few tunnels that were exposed but darkened still. There were only but so many excavators and builders at their disposal for this portion, so it was not surprising to him that the remainder of the tunnels were darkened, but it did not make it any less frustrating. As much as the earlier temple chambers had been exciting, with relocating the hieroglyphic markings and carvings of the gods and Pharaoh Amunek, Zoser was growing slightly restless at not yet reaching the innermost chamber - the Pharaoh's resting place - and moreso and not knowing the details as to where it truly lay.
Elysia's softly spoken words echoed lightly across the stones, and Zoser turned to look at her over his shoulder, a quizzical brow raised at her suggestion. His thoughts were distracted a moment as he watched a bead of sweat trace its way down her collarbone to hide within the deep plunging neckline of her dress. Quietly, he sent the aide to gather some skeins of water for them. They did not need a foreign representative to pass out of heat exhaustion within Pharaoh Amunek's tomb.
Her suggestion was valid, and he turned towards the darkened tunnel before them. Glancing between the Grecian woman and the General, Zoser offered a slight shrug, but watched as she collected a torch from the wall. As he accepted it, the heat coming from the flames washed light across the sheen of sweat covering his body, highlighting his inherent musculature across his bare torso, only broken up by the golden collar of Thoth stretched across his chest, indicating his position within the Palace among the Royal Scribes and Scholars.
Taking a few steps forward through the tunnel, he held the torch through it, lighting several yards ahead and around them. He made a slight 'hmph' sound through his nose, knowing it would probably be wiser for the builders to step through, but his own curiosity seemed to take hold a bit.
As the aide returned, he passed a skein of water to Iahotep and Elysia, as well as Zoser. Nodding slightly, Zoser turned to look at the tunnel entrance again, seeing a coil of rope set to the side of the entryway. After a moment of musing, he picked up the loop and set it over his shoulder, the coil resting at his side. It might come in handy, perhaps.
"Are we feeling adventurous?"
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At General Iahotep's introduction, Zoser smiled, catching the glint in his eye dipping his head in a slight nod.
"It goes as well as it can with so many hands helping and an unknown expanse still to go," Zoser offered, lightly, knowing that the militant was likely not to be nearly as interested in the progress as he found himself. Nor would his shorter-tempered friend have the patience to hear the actual details. Besides, Zoser found himself more and more intrigued by the woman on his arm.
"Welcome to Egypt, Mistress Elysia," Zoser offered in return, holding his smile carefully as a newborn child and letting it crinkle to the corners of his eyes. "If you have any curiosities about our work here, I am happy to answer any questions, though I warn you, I have a tendency to wax on. I only ask that we resist the urge to touch anything as we progress." As he spoke the aide that had indicated the next set of tunnels were ready for inspection had reappeared, repeating his information. Zoser gestured for his guests to follow.
As he he led the way, his face was no longer turned towards Iahotep and Elysia, and the slightest crease of a frown marked the corner of his lip. If the aide ahead of him caught the expression, it would have been a look of dire concentration, not marked concern for the new ruse that was in play.
The aide murmured quietly in Coptic to him about what they had marked thus far, with a few tunnels that seemed to lead to various antechambers with further excavation beyond them, and a few tunnels that were exposed but darkened still. There were only but so many excavators and builders at their disposal for this portion, so it was not surprising to him that the remainder of the tunnels were darkened, but it did not make it any less frustrating. As much as the earlier temple chambers had been exciting, with relocating the hieroglyphic markings and carvings of the gods and Pharaoh Amunek, Zoser was growing slightly restless at not yet reaching the innermost chamber - the Pharaoh's resting place - and moreso and not knowing the details as to where it truly lay.
Elysia's softly spoken words echoed lightly across the stones, and Zoser turned to look at her over his shoulder, a quizzical brow raised at her suggestion. His thoughts were distracted a moment as he watched a bead of sweat trace its way down her collarbone to hide within the deep plunging neckline of her dress. Quietly, he sent the aide to gather some skeins of water for them. They did not need a foreign representative to pass out of heat exhaustion within Pharaoh Amunek's tomb.
Her suggestion was valid, and he turned towards the darkened tunnel before them. Glancing between the Grecian woman and the General, Zoser offered a slight shrug, but watched as she collected a torch from the wall. As he accepted it, the heat coming from the flames washed light across the sheen of sweat covering his body, highlighting his inherent musculature across his bare torso, only broken up by the golden collar of Thoth stretched across his chest, indicating his position within the Palace among the Royal Scribes and Scholars.
Taking a few steps forward through the tunnel, he held the torch through it, lighting several yards ahead and around them. He made a slight 'hmph' sound through his nose, knowing it would probably be wiser for the builders to step through, but his own curiosity seemed to take hold a bit.
As the aide returned, he passed a skein of water to Iahotep and Elysia, as well as Zoser. Nodding slightly, Zoser turned to look at the tunnel entrance again, seeing a coil of rope set to the side of the entryway. After a moment of musing, he picked up the loop and set it over his shoulder, the coil resting at his side. It might come in handy, perhaps.
"Are we feeling adventurous?"
At General Iahotep's introduction, Zoser smiled, catching the glint in his eye dipping his head in a slight nod.
"It goes as well as it can with so many hands helping and an unknown expanse still to go," Zoser offered, lightly, knowing that the militant was likely not to be nearly as interested in the progress as he found himself. Nor would his shorter-tempered friend have the patience to hear the actual details. Besides, Zoser found himself more and more intrigued by the woman on his arm.
"Welcome to Egypt, Mistress Elysia," Zoser offered in return, holding his smile carefully as a newborn child and letting it crinkle to the corners of his eyes. "If you have any curiosities about our work here, I am happy to answer any questions, though I warn you, I have a tendency to wax on. I only ask that we resist the urge to touch anything as we progress." As he spoke the aide that had indicated the next set of tunnels were ready for inspection had reappeared, repeating his information. Zoser gestured for his guests to follow.
As he he led the way, his face was no longer turned towards Iahotep and Elysia, and the slightest crease of a frown marked the corner of his lip. If the aide ahead of him caught the expression, it would have been a look of dire concentration, not marked concern for the new ruse that was in play.
The aide murmured quietly in Coptic to him about what they had marked thus far, with a few tunnels that seemed to lead to various antechambers with further excavation beyond them, and a few tunnels that were exposed but darkened still. There were only but so many excavators and builders at their disposal for this portion, so it was not surprising to him that the remainder of the tunnels were darkened, but it did not make it any less frustrating. As much as the earlier temple chambers had been exciting, with relocating the hieroglyphic markings and carvings of the gods and Pharaoh Amunek, Zoser was growing slightly restless at not yet reaching the innermost chamber - the Pharaoh's resting place - and moreso and not knowing the details as to where it truly lay.
Elysia's softly spoken words echoed lightly across the stones, and Zoser turned to look at her over his shoulder, a quizzical brow raised at her suggestion. His thoughts were distracted a moment as he watched a bead of sweat trace its way down her collarbone to hide within the deep plunging neckline of her dress. Quietly, he sent the aide to gather some skeins of water for them. They did not need a foreign representative to pass out of heat exhaustion within Pharaoh Amunek's tomb.
Her suggestion was valid, and he turned towards the darkened tunnel before them. Glancing between the Grecian woman and the General, Zoser offered a slight shrug, but watched as she collected a torch from the wall. As he accepted it, the heat coming from the flames washed light across the sheen of sweat covering his body, highlighting his inherent musculature across his bare torso, only broken up by the golden collar of Thoth stretched across his chest, indicating his position within the Palace among the Royal Scribes and Scholars.
Taking a few steps forward through the tunnel, he held the torch through it, lighting several yards ahead and around them. He made a slight 'hmph' sound through his nose, knowing it would probably be wiser for the builders to step through, but his own curiosity seemed to take hold a bit.
As the aide returned, he passed a skein of water to Iahotep and Elysia, as well as Zoser. Nodding slightly, Zoser turned to look at the tunnel entrance again, seeing a coil of rope set to the side of the entryway. After a moment of musing, he picked up the loop and set it over his shoulder, the coil resting at his side. It might come in handy, perhaps.
"Are we feeling adventurous?"
Hesiodos walked amongst the slaves working on the catacombs as if he belonged there. When an overseer saw him, he would just reply something in Greek, then say in a ‘broken’ Coptic that he was looking for inspiration. It was not hard to see why – the painted walls, filled with the history and mythology of the Egyptians riled up his muse, or at least would have if it he had time to actually stay and read what was written, perhaps even with a guide. He wondered if he could write songs about this, and if people would actually like them…
It worked at first, but he had to learn to avoid them whenever possible… in the end, the only way out of them was a dark corridor. So he picked a torch and continued forward, looking for the kid whose name he didn’t know. But it wouldn’t be hard to find a kid, right? At least he hoped so. It would have broken his heart to find a corpse, or worse, not to find anything at all…
Why was he doing this? Perhaps it was to get a better standing with the slaves, thus making sure they would tell about the heroic Greek that didn’t quite know how to put on makeup. Or was it perhaps because of him trying to be a hero? As the hallway went, Hesiodos realized that it was perhaps because he went completely insane…
He didn’t expect to see two other living souls in the tunnel. Two people, dressed in burqas, but clearly make. In the darkness, even with the torch, Hesiodos couldn’t make much of them, so he only greeted them with a “Hello?” in Greek, trying to keep it safe.
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Hesiodos walked amongst the slaves working on the catacombs as if he belonged there. When an overseer saw him, he would just reply something in Greek, then say in a ‘broken’ Coptic that he was looking for inspiration. It was not hard to see why – the painted walls, filled with the history and mythology of the Egyptians riled up his muse, or at least would have if it he had time to actually stay and read what was written, perhaps even with a guide. He wondered if he could write songs about this, and if people would actually like them…
It worked at first, but he had to learn to avoid them whenever possible… in the end, the only way out of them was a dark corridor. So he picked a torch and continued forward, looking for the kid whose name he didn’t know. But it wouldn’t be hard to find a kid, right? At least he hoped so. It would have broken his heart to find a corpse, or worse, not to find anything at all…
Why was he doing this? Perhaps it was to get a better standing with the slaves, thus making sure they would tell about the heroic Greek that didn’t quite know how to put on makeup. Or was it perhaps because of him trying to be a hero? As the hallway went, Hesiodos realized that it was perhaps because he went completely insane…
He didn’t expect to see two other living souls in the tunnel. Two people, dressed in burqas, but clearly make. In the darkness, even with the torch, Hesiodos couldn’t make much of them, so he only greeted them with a “Hello?” in Greek, trying to keep it safe.
Hesiodos walked amongst the slaves working on the catacombs as if he belonged there. When an overseer saw him, he would just reply something in Greek, then say in a ‘broken’ Coptic that he was looking for inspiration. It was not hard to see why – the painted walls, filled with the history and mythology of the Egyptians riled up his muse, or at least would have if it he had time to actually stay and read what was written, perhaps even with a guide. He wondered if he could write songs about this, and if people would actually like them…
It worked at first, but he had to learn to avoid them whenever possible… in the end, the only way out of them was a dark corridor. So he picked a torch and continued forward, looking for the kid whose name he didn’t know. But it wouldn’t be hard to find a kid, right? At least he hoped so. It would have broken his heart to find a corpse, or worse, not to find anything at all…
Why was he doing this? Perhaps it was to get a better standing with the slaves, thus making sure they would tell about the heroic Greek that didn’t quite know how to put on makeup. Or was it perhaps because of him trying to be a hero? As the hallway went, Hesiodos realized that it was perhaps because he went completely insane…
He didn’t expect to see two other living souls in the tunnel. Two people, dressed in burqas, but clearly make. In the darkness, even with the torch, Hesiodos couldn’t make much of them, so he only greeted them with a “Hello?” in Greek, trying to keep it safe.
Outcome 1 The All-Seeing Eye
As the group led by @zoser down through the tunnels proceed, the light gives them the opportunities to spot new details in the lesser travelled tombs. From pieces of ceiling trailed the roots of the sporadic plant life above, and from a few of the open holes in the wall, where age had disintegrated the pretty, geometric shapes carved into the stone, the beady eyes of several rats could be seen. And the hissing of a rattler wrapped around a wooden beam, currently used to hold up some of the structure was loud in the confined space.
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As the group led by @zoser down through the tunnels proceed, the light gives them the opportunities to spot new details in the lesser travelled tombs. From pieces of ceiling trailed the roots of the sporadic plant life above, and from a few of the open holes in the wall, where age had disintegrated the pretty, geometric shapes carved into the stone, the beady eyes of several rats could be seen. And the hissing of a rattler wrapped around a wooden beam, currently used to hold up some of the structure was loud in the confined space.
Outcome 1 The All-Seeing Eye
As the group led by @zoser down through the tunnels proceed, the light gives them the opportunities to spot new details in the lesser travelled tombs. From pieces of ceiling trailed the roots of the sporadic plant life above, and from a few of the open holes in the wall, where age had disintegrated the pretty, geometric shapes carved into the stone, the beady eyes of several rats could be seen. And the hissing of a rattler wrapped around a wooden beam, currently used to hold up some of the structure was loud in the confined space.
Outcome 2 The All-Seeing Eye
The masked invaders of the tunnels collide with a Greek bard. Crossing paths with the man clearly indicates a tunnel not to take if one wished to delve deeper into the tunnels. Up ahead, on the route still open to them, was the sound of running water, dripping upon rock...?
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The masked invaders of the tunnels collide with a Greek bard. Crossing paths with the man clearly indicates a tunnel not to take if one wished to delve deeper into the tunnels. Up ahead, on the route still open to them, was the sound of running water, dripping upon rock...?
Outcome 2 The All-Seeing Eye
The masked invaders of the tunnels collide with a Greek bard. Crossing paths with the man clearly indicates a tunnel not to take if one wished to delve deeper into the tunnels. Up ahead, on the route still open to them, was the sound of running water, dripping upon rock...?
