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A sigh of relief flooded through Timaeus when he felt the root begin to give way from the earth. Even though he had not allowed himself to consider the possibility, but he had been afraid that this course of action had been a waste of time that he did not have. Timaeus had feared that the branch-like root would have been too tightly packed into the dirt to be wriggled free. However, he was beyond grateful that this wasn’t the case. After all, he didn’t know what he would have done if he couldn’t use the root as a tool to rescue the others. Not when he wasn’t strong enough to pull out the stranger by himself and couldn’t even find Adre in the darkness.
Stepping forward, quietly eliminating the risk of falling in for the moment, he tried to readjust his grip on the branch. The first tug had been light; little more than an experiment to see if the root would give way. Now that he knew it would work, the boy strengthened his stance by digging his toes into the ground. Once he was certain that he was stable, Timaeus pulled the root with all the energy and might that the sixteen-year-old had to give. It was a stroke of luck that Timaeus was the only one to not get caught in the quicksand as even though he was young, his upbringing as a Colchian ensured that he was the strongest of this little group of Greeks lost in the tunnels of Egypt. That meant that the Valaoritis lord could push past the point where Adre or Hesi would have been forced to stop, earning the Colchian a few extra inches of the root being exposed. Although this didn’t seem like much, that extra little bit could quite literally be the difference between Timaeus being able to save them or being forced to watch them drown in the mud and sludge.
However, this wasn’t inherently a good thing, When the boy had tugged the root down to the lowest point that he could get it, Tim could feel that he was tiring quickly. A string of vibrant curses raced about in his mind as he silently chastised himself for not having the foresight to think about he would be drained if he put all of his energy into pulling the root free. After all, that was only half of the task that he had to complete. He couldn’t waste all of his energy loosening a tree root. Not when his friend could be drowning just a few feet away from him. Though by now, this realization was too little, too late. Timaeus just had to hope that the branch would provide enough leverage to make up for the energy that he had already lost.
Leaning his weight onto the root, Timaeus used it to lower himself down into until he was hovering over the pit… Well, hovering was generous, but either way, it offered the Colchian boy a new angle to try and rescue his friend as well as the stranger that they had literally risked everything for. Worryingly though, Timaeus could feel the branch strain a bit beneath his weight. That did not bode well for whether or not it would hold up for the other two men who would need to grab on as well, but it wasn’t like Timaeus had much of another option. He could already tell that this method would probably work better than what he was doing before as he wouldn’t need to physically haul either man over the jutting lip of the pit. Now he would just have to free them enough that they could make it to the sides and pull themselves over that obstacle themselves. That alone would ensure that Timaeus did not have to spend an excessive amount of energy on one man, making the rescue of both far more feasible than it had been a few moments before.
Though that would count on the newest problem not getting in the way. He began to doubt the strength of the branch as his fingertips finally brushed over one of the trapped men’s arms. Even though he wasn’t sure which of the men was the one that his grip was now firmly latched onto, Timaeus could feel the branch beneath him heavily protest the extra weight as the Colchian boy pulled upwards. Even though it was clearly working as Tim could pull the man up further and further, straight out of the quicksand, he could tell that it was coming at a cost. The root was bent at an almost dangerous angle, dipping lower and lower towards the sludge, forcing Timaeus’s heart to skip a few beats. Clearly, this branch was not going to last and Timaeus would have to work quickly before it snapped underneath him. Otherwise, he would quickly find himself dropping into the quicksand headfirst.
But that was the important question, wasn’t it? Would Timaeus be fast enough to save both himself and the others?
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A sigh of relief flooded through Timaeus when he felt the root begin to give way from the earth. Even though he had not allowed himself to consider the possibility, but he had been afraid that this course of action had been a waste of time that he did not have. Timaeus had feared that the branch-like root would have been too tightly packed into the dirt to be wriggled free. However, he was beyond grateful that this wasn’t the case. After all, he didn’t know what he would have done if he couldn’t use the root as a tool to rescue the others. Not when he wasn’t strong enough to pull out the stranger by himself and couldn’t even find Adre in the darkness.
Stepping forward, quietly eliminating the risk of falling in for the moment, he tried to readjust his grip on the branch. The first tug had been light; little more than an experiment to see if the root would give way. Now that he knew it would work, the boy strengthened his stance by digging his toes into the ground. Once he was certain that he was stable, Timaeus pulled the root with all the energy and might that the sixteen-year-old had to give. It was a stroke of luck that Timaeus was the only one to not get caught in the quicksand as even though he was young, his upbringing as a Colchian ensured that he was the strongest of this little group of Greeks lost in the tunnels of Egypt. That meant that the Valaoritis lord could push past the point where Adre or Hesi would have been forced to stop, earning the Colchian a few extra inches of the root being exposed. Although this didn’t seem like much, that extra little bit could quite literally be the difference between Timaeus being able to save them or being forced to watch them drown in the mud and sludge.
However, this wasn’t inherently a good thing, When the boy had tugged the root down to the lowest point that he could get it, Tim could feel that he was tiring quickly. A string of vibrant curses raced about in his mind as he silently chastised himself for not having the foresight to think about he would be drained if he put all of his energy into pulling the root free. After all, that was only half of the task that he had to complete. He couldn’t waste all of his energy loosening a tree root. Not when his friend could be drowning just a few feet away from him. Though by now, this realization was too little, too late. Timaeus just had to hope that the branch would provide enough leverage to make up for the energy that he had already lost.
Leaning his weight onto the root, Timaeus used it to lower himself down into until he was hovering over the pit… Well, hovering was generous, but either way, it offered the Colchian boy a new angle to try and rescue his friend as well as the stranger that they had literally risked everything for. Worryingly though, Timaeus could feel the branch strain a bit beneath his weight. That did not bode well for whether or not it would hold up for the other two men who would need to grab on as well, but it wasn’t like Timaeus had much of another option. He could already tell that this method would probably work better than what he was doing before as he wouldn’t need to physically haul either man over the jutting lip of the pit. Now he would just have to free them enough that they could make it to the sides and pull themselves over that obstacle themselves. That alone would ensure that Timaeus did not have to spend an excessive amount of energy on one man, making the rescue of both far more feasible than it had been a few moments before.
Though that would count on the newest problem not getting in the way. He began to doubt the strength of the branch as his fingertips finally brushed over one of the trapped men’s arms. Even though he wasn’t sure which of the men was the one that his grip was now firmly latched onto, Timaeus could feel the branch beneath him heavily protest the extra weight as the Colchian boy pulled upwards. Even though it was clearly working as Tim could pull the man up further and further, straight out of the quicksand, he could tell that it was coming at a cost. The root was bent at an almost dangerous angle, dipping lower and lower towards the sludge, forcing Timaeus’s heart to skip a few beats. Clearly, this branch was not going to last and Timaeus would have to work quickly before it snapped underneath him. Otherwise, he would quickly find himself dropping into the quicksand headfirst.
But that was the important question, wasn’t it? Would Timaeus be fast enough to save both himself and the others?
A sigh of relief flooded through Timaeus when he felt the root begin to give way from the earth. Even though he had not allowed himself to consider the possibility, but he had been afraid that this course of action had been a waste of time that he did not have. Timaeus had feared that the branch-like root would have been too tightly packed into the dirt to be wriggled free. However, he was beyond grateful that this wasn’t the case. After all, he didn’t know what he would have done if he couldn’t use the root as a tool to rescue the others. Not when he wasn’t strong enough to pull out the stranger by himself and couldn’t even find Adre in the darkness.
Stepping forward, quietly eliminating the risk of falling in for the moment, he tried to readjust his grip on the branch. The first tug had been light; little more than an experiment to see if the root would give way. Now that he knew it would work, the boy strengthened his stance by digging his toes into the ground. Once he was certain that he was stable, Timaeus pulled the root with all the energy and might that the sixteen-year-old had to give. It was a stroke of luck that Timaeus was the only one to not get caught in the quicksand as even though he was young, his upbringing as a Colchian ensured that he was the strongest of this little group of Greeks lost in the tunnels of Egypt. That meant that the Valaoritis lord could push past the point where Adre or Hesi would have been forced to stop, earning the Colchian a few extra inches of the root being exposed. Although this didn’t seem like much, that extra little bit could quite literally be the difference between Timaeus being able to save them or being forced to watch them drown in the mud and sludge.
However, this wasn’t inherently a good thing, When the boy had tugged the root down to the lowest point that he could get it, Tim could feel that he was tiring quickly. A string of vibrant curses raced about in his mind as he silently chastised himself for not having the foresight to think about he would be drained if he put all of his energy into pulling the root free. After all, that was only half of the task that he had to complete. He couldn’t waste all of his energy loosening a tree root. Not when his friend could be drowning just a few feet away from him. Though by now, this realization was too little, too late. Timaeus just had to hope that the branch would provide enough leverage to make up for the energy that he had already lost.
Leaning his weight onto the root, Timaeus used it to lower himself down into until he was hovering over the pit… Well, hovering was generous, but either way, it offered the Colchian boy a new angle to try and rescue his friend as well as the stranger that they had literally risked everything for. Worryingly though, Timaeus could feel the branch strain a bit beneath his weight. That did not bode well for whether or not it would hold up for the other two men who would need to grab on as well, but it wasn’t like Timaeus had much of another option. He could already tell that this method would probably work better than what he was doing before as he wouldn’t need to physically haul either man over the jutting lip of the pit. Now he would just have to free them enough that they could make it to the sides and pull themselves over that obstacle themselves. That alone would ensure that Timaeus did not have to spend an excessive amount of energy on one man, making the rescue of both far more feasible than it had been a few moments before.
Though that would count on the newest problem not getting in the way. He began to doubt the strength of the branch as his fingertips finally brushed over one of the trapped men’s arms. Even though he wasn’t sure which of the men was the one that his grip was now firmly latched onto, Timaeus could feel the branch beneath him heavily protest the extra weight as the Colchian boy pulled upwards. Even though it was clearly working as Tim could pull the man up further and further, straight out of the quicksand, he could tell that it was coming at a cost. The root was bent at an almost dangerous angle, dipping lower and lower towards the sludge, forcing Timaeus’s heart to skip a few beats. Clearly, this branch was not going to last and Timaeus would have to work quickly before it snapped underneath him. Otherwise, he would quickly find himself dropping into the quicksand headfirst.
But that was the important question, wasn’t it? Would Timaeus be fast enough to save both himself and the others?
It wasn’t like Adrestus thought it through, he simply had a need to help. Quicksand was a foreign concept, but he knew it was deadly. He also knew they didn’t have much time, either, and he tried not to waste any of it. They could have just walked away from Hesi, but Adrestus’s morals just wouldn’t allow it. So, in a quick turn, he jumped at the opportunity to save the stranger, even against Tim’s advice. They had to do something! He tried to reach in and pull Hesi out, but unfortunately for the Athenian, he wasn’t strong enough against the sand. He got pulled in just as he was trying to save Hesi, and Adrestus cried out sharply in fear. “Tim!” His voice echoed throughout the tunnel.
Adrestus tried to keep to the surface, but he increasingly found that the more he struggled, the more he went under. After struggling in the quicksand perhaps more than he should have, he relaxed his muscles, and that seemed to slow his sinking. With one push upward, he reached where he could at least breathe, but unfortunately, he couldn’t do much else. He felt something within his grip, and he had to hope that he had a grip on Hesi. Now, if he could somehow pull Hesi and himself…. He took deep breaths, panicking while also trying to problem solve. It was incredibly hard to think straight when there was a chance he could die… He was cursing himself for being so reckless, and not planning better when he felt something latch onto him in a forceful grip. Adrestus slowly reached and wrapped his fingers around what had now secured onto him, as if his life depended on it. It basically did. He felt himself being pulled on, and he tried not to struggle as he began to proceed to help the other take him out of the quicksand.
In a stroke of luck, Adrestus was pulled enough to where he could reach the side of the quicksand, and he practically jumped towards it, avoiding where Timaeus was. “the... stranger…” He sputtered, hoping his friend could drag the other out as well. Adrestus, however, was not exactly out quite yet. It took everything in him to claw at the solid ground as he pulled himself out of the sand, his weight feeling heavier and heavier as he did so. His burka was soaked. Adrestus groaned as he continued to push, only stopping when he felt his full torso hit the ground. The entire situation made the man become very lachrymose, though he tried to hide it. Adrestus started coughing and panting hard as he continued to pull himself out of the quicksand. He didn’t stop until his whole body was out. Adrestus stayed laying in the dirt, exhuasted and, consequentially, feeling like a failure.
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It wasn’t like Adrestus thought it through, he simply had a need to help. Quicksand was a foreign concept, but he knew it was deadly. He also knew they didn’t have much time, either, and he tried not to waste any of it. They could have just walked away from Hesi, but Adrestus’s morals just wouldn’t allow it. So, in a quick turn, he jumped at the opportunity to save the stranger, even against Tim’s advice. They had to do something! He tried to reach in and pull Hesi out, but unfortunately for the Athenian, he wasn’t strong enough against the sand. He got pulled in just as he was trying to save Hesi, and Adrestus cried out sharply in fear. “Tim!” His voice echoed throughout the tunnel.
Adrestus tried to keep to the surface, but he increasingly found that the more he struggled, the more he went under. After struggling in the quicksand perhaps more than he should have, he relaxed his muscles, and that seemed to slow his sinking. With one push upward, he reached where he could at least breathe, but unfortunately, he couldn’t do much else. He felt something within his grip, and he had to hope that he had a grip on Hesi. Now, if he could somehow pull Hesi and himself…. He took deep breaths, panicking while also trying to problem solve. It was incredibly hard to think straight when there was a chance he could die… He was cursing himself for being so reckless, and not planning better when he felt something latch onto him in a forceful grip. Adrestus slowly reached and wrapped his fingers around what had now secured onto him, as if his life depended on it. It basically did. He felt himself being pulled on, and he tried not to struggle as he began to proceed to help the other take him out of the quicksand.
In a stroke of luck, Adrestus was pulled enough to where he could reach the side of the quicksand, and he practically jumped towards it, avoiding where Timaeus was. “the... stranger…” He sputtered, hoping his friend could drag the other out as well. Adrestus, however, was not exactly out quite yet. It took everything in him to claw at the solid ground as he pulled himself out of the sand, his weight feeling heavier and heavier as he did so. His burka was soaked. Adrestus groaned as he continued to push, only stopping when he felt his full torso hit the ground. The entire situation made the man become very lachrymose, though he tried to hide it. Adrestus started coughing and panting hard as he continued to pull himself out of the quicksand. He didn’t stop until his whole body was out. Adrestus stayed laying in the dirt, exhuasted and, consequentially, feeling like a failure.
It wasn’t like Adrestus thought it through, he simply had a need to help. Quicksand was a foreign concept, but he knew it was deadly. He also knew they didn’t have much time, either, and he tried not to waste any of it. They could have just walked away from Hesi, but Adrestus’s morals just wouldn’t allow it. So, in a quick turn, he jumped at the opportunity to save the stranger, even against Tim’s advice. They had to do something! He tried to reach in and pull Hesi out, but unfortunately for the Athenian, he wasn’t strong enough against the sand. He got pulled in just as he was trying to save Hesi, and Adrestus cried out sharply in fear. “Tim!” His voice echoed throughout the tunnel.
Adrestus tried to keep to the surface, but he increasingly found that the more he struggled, the more he went under. After struggling in the quicksand perhaps more than he should have, he relaxed his muscles, and that seemed to slow his sinking. With one push upward, he reached where he could at least breathe, but unfortunately, he couldn’t do much else. He felt something within his grip, and he had to hope that he had a grip on Hesi. Now, if he could somehow pull Hesi and himself…. He took deep breaths, panicking while also trying to problem solve. It was incredibly hard to think straight when there was a chance he could die… He was cursing himself for being so reckless, and not planning better when he felt something latch onto him in a forceful grip. Adrestus slowly reached and wrapped his fingers around what had now secured onto him, as if his life depended on it. It basically did. He felt himself being pulled on, and he tried not to struggle as he began to proceed to help the other take him out of the quicksand.
In a stroke of luck, Adrestus was pulled enough to where he could reach the side of the quicksand, and he practically jumped towards it, avoiding where Timaeus was. “the... stranger…” He sputtered, hoping his friend could drag the other out as well. Adrestus, however, was not exactly out quite yet. It took everything in him to claw at the solid ground as he pulled himself out of the sand, his weight feeling heavier and heavier as he did so. His burka was soaked. Adrestus groaned as he continued to push, only stopping when he felt his full torso hit the ground. The entire situation made the man become very lachrymose, though he tried to hide it. Adrestus started coughing and panting hard as he continued to pull himself out of the quicksand. He didn’t stop until his whole body was out. Adrestus stayed laying in the dirt, exhuasted and, consequentially, feeling like a failure.
Decisions, Decisions 2 The All-Seeing Eye
As the men try to free themselves from the sandy swamp that claims their legs, Timaeus frees his friend but does not have the time to offer a hand to the trapped bard. From down the corridors, they can hear the running of slaves and Egyptian soldiers - summoned by the Pharaoh's bellow - and the rumbling of the light cave in that such an order has triggered. The three of them have limited options.
Will @adrestus...
OPTIONS
1. Continue to attempt to free Hesiodos and risk both cave in and the approach of Egyptian guards?
2. Head towards the guards temporarily in the hopes of taking a side tunnel away from them that is of easier access than the one they are braced against currently?
3. Or look to squeeze himself and Timaeus through the small, rubble hole that still exists in the tunnel they had been attempting to reach and now stand beside, on the other side of the quick sand?
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As the men try to free themselves from the sandy swamp that claims their legs, Timaeus frees his friend but does not have the time to offer a hand to the trapped bard. From down the corridors, they can hear the running of slaves and Egyptian soldiers - summoned by the Pharaoh's bellow - and the rumbling of the light cave in that such an order has triggered. The three of them have limited options.
Will @adrestus...
OPTIONS
1. Continue to attempt to free Hesiodos and risk both cave in and the approach of Egyptian guards?
2. Head towards the guards temporarily in the hopes of taking a side tunnel away from them that is of easier access than the one they are braced against currently?
3. Or look to squeeze himself and Timaeus through the small, rubble hole that still exists in the tunnel they had been attempting to reach and now stand beside, on the other side of the quick sand?
Decisions, Decisions 2 The All-Seeing Eye
As the men try to free themselves from the sandy swamp that claims their legs, Timaeus frees his friend but does not have the time to offer a hand to the trapped bard. From down the corridors, they can hear the running of slaves and Egyptian soldiers - summoned by the Pharaoh's bellow - and the rumbling of the light cave in that such an order has triggered. The three of them have limited options.
Will @adrestus...
OPTIONS
1. Continue to attempt to free Hesiodos and risk both cave in and the approach of Egyptian guards?
2. Head towards the guards temporarily in the hopes of taking a side tunnel away from them that is of easier access than the one they are braced against currently?
3. Or look to squeeze himself and Timaeus through the small, rubble hole that still exists in the tunnel they had been attempting to reach and now stand beside, on the other side of the quick sand?
Timaeus had saved him; he was out of the quicksand. He took a moment to catch his breath and get his barrings. His burka was soaked, and Adrestus’s heart was still beating rapidly. It was a bit of a mess, and as realized just where they were, he made sure Tim got to safety himself. There was still the problem of the stranger, who was still stuck in the sand. They had to do something… A break for Adrestus wasn’t in the books, though, not even to figure out a plan to save the stranger. He heard voices in the distance, and his eyes were filled with panic as he struck a glimpse towards Tim. They had to get out. He wasn’t about to be put in yet another life or death situation, and he wasn’t about to put Tim in danger either. He saw a spot they could hide, but there was no telling if it’d be completely hidden. Adre saw a side tunnel, and although it was a little dangerous, the sailor felt like it was their best bet to completely escape the guards.
Adrestus chose option 2. Grabbing his friend’s hand in panic, Adrestus completely forgot about the stranger. They needed to act, and now. His fingers tightened around the other man’s wrist as he pulled Tim in the direction that he wanted them to go in. Unfortunately, their steps had to be careful as they had to go in the direction of the guards. He knew Tim was going to scold him for this, but it had to work. The side tunnel was close enough that he believed that they could make it. Adre didn’t say anything as he trudged on, the noise from the guards getting louder and louder. He wondered how many of them were, and what would happen if they were seen. They were covered in burkas, but questions were bound to be given about the state of his own. It was wet, and Adrestus was obvious in his discomfort. The sailor didn’t dare pull it off though- that would probably be the worst that he could do. Even as the guards came closer, Adrestus felt relieved that they were now close enough to the tunnel that they could move into it. They quickly reached the tunnel, and Adrestus lunged himself into it. It was still dark, but it felt safer than the one they had been in. He stayed quiet but looked towards Tim. He gestured to him that they should keep going.
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Timaeus had saved him; he was out of the quicksand. He took a moment to catch his breath and get his barrings. His burka was soaked, and Adrestus’s heart was still beating rapidly. It was a bit of a mess, and as realized just where they were, he made sure Tim got to safety himself. There was still the problem of the stranger, who was still stuck in the sand. They had to do something… A break for Adrestus wasn’t in the books, though, not even to figure out a plan to save the stranger. He heard voices in the distance, and his eyes were filled with panic as he struck a glimpse towards Tim. They had to get out. He wasn’t about to be put in yet another life or death situation, and he wasn’t about to put Tim in danger either. He saw a spot they could hide, but there was no telling if it’d be completely hidden. Adre saw a side tunnel, and although it was a little dangerous, the sailor felt like it was their best bet to completely escape the guards.
Adrestus chose option 2. Grabbing his friend’s hand in panic, Adrestus completely forgot about the stranger. They needed to act, and now. His fingers tightened around the other man’s wrist as he pulled Tim in the direction that he wanted them to go in. Unfortunately, their steps had to be careful as they had to go in the direction of the guards. He knew Tim was going to scold him for this, but it had to work. The side tunnel was close enough that he believed that they could make it. Adre didn’t say anything as he trudged on, the noise from the guards getting louder and louder. He wondered how many of them were, and what would happen if they were seen. They were covered in burkas, but questions were bound to be given about the state of his own. It was wet, and Adrestus was obvious in his discomfort. The sailor didn’t dare pull it off though- that would probably be the worst that he could do. Even as the guards came closer, Adrestus felt relieved that they were now close enough to the tunnel that they could move into it. They quickly reached the tunnel, and Adrestus lunged himself into it. It was still dark, but it felt safer than the one they had been in. He stayed quiet but looked towards Tim. He gestured to him that they should keep going.
Timaeus had saved him; he was out of the quicksand. He took a moment to catch his breath and get his barrings. His burka was soaked, and Adrestus’s heart was still beating rapidly. It was a bit of a mess, and as realized just where they were, he made sure Tim got to safety himself. There was still the problem of the stranger, who was still stuck in the sand. They had to do something… A break for Adrestus wasn’t in the books, though, not even to figure out a plan to save the stranger. He heard voices in the distance, and his eyes were filled with panic as he struck a glimpse towards Tim. They had to get out. He wasn’t about to be put in yet another life or death situation, and he wasn’t about to put Tim in danger either. He saw a spot they could hide, but there was no telling if it’d be completely hidden. Adre saw a side tunnel, and although it was a little dangerous, the sailor felt like it was their best bet to completely escape the guards.
Adrestus chose option 2. Grabbing his friend’s hand in panic, Adrestus completely forgot about the stranger. They needed to act, and now. His fingers tightened around the other man’s wrist as he pulled Tim in the direction that he wanted them to go in. Unfortunately, their steps had to be careful as they had to go in the direction of the guards. He knew Tim was going to scold him for this, but it had to work. The side tunnel was close enough that he believed that they could make it. Adre didn’t say anything as he trudged on, the noise from the guards getting louder and louder. He wondered how many of them were, and what would happen if they were seen. They were covered in burkas, but questions were bound to be given about the state of his own. It was wet, and Adrestus was obvious in his discomfort. The sailor didn’t dare pull it off though- that would probably be the worst that he could do. Even as the guards came closer, Adrestus felt relieved that they were now close enough to the tunnel that they could move into it. They quickly reached the tunnel, and Adrestus lunged himself into it. It was still dark, but it felt safer than the one they had been in. He stayed quiet but looked towards Tim. He gestured to him that they should keep going.
Outcome 2 The All-Seeing Eye
As the adventurers try to make the best escape they can, the light of the guards' torches illuminate the corridor and suddenly they are in sight!
"You there! Stop!" The guards shout.
The last of the three Grecians is left behind and quickly captured and taken away by the soldiers of the Pharaoh, but will the two friends be more lucky?
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As the adventurers try to make the best escape they can, the light of the guards' torches illuminate the corridor and suddenly they are in sight!
"You there! Stop!" The guards shout.
The last of the three Grecians is left behind and quickly captured and taken away by the soldiers of the Pharaoh, but will the two friends be more lucky?
Outcome 2 The All-Seeing Eye
As the adventurers try to make the best escape they can, the light of the guards' torches illuminate the corridor and suddenly they are in sight!
"You there! Stop!" The guards shout.
The last of the three Grecians is left behind and quickly captured and taken away by the soldiers of the Pharaoh, but will the two friends be more lucky?
She’d accepted the skein of water without a word, thankful for the liquid slipping down the back of her throat. It wasn’t cold like spring water, but tepid and held the taste of leather. What Elysia found most interesting was though the water was tepid, the sweltering heat of the room had made her so hot that she could feel the water sliding down her throat and settling into her stomach as though it was icy cold. This did not bode well for the rest of the time and she was beginning to feel like a wax candle, imagining she looked like one too.
As much as she’d have liked to keep hold of Iahotep’s arm, she didn’t bother. His skin was sticky against hers and it was more comfortable to walk separately, though she did reach a hand out to either Iahotep or Zoser from time to time when there was debris or rats scurrying in the way and she needed to slowly step around. The kalasiris was not a difficult thing to walk in but it was different and the very last thing she wanted was to somehow topple over and have a stain of earth on her dress. Well, no, the very, very last thing she wanted was for her sandal to come down on the spine of a rat and hear the nauseating crack of bone and to feel the give of the rat’s body squish…That would make her scream.
Despite her discomfort, her head was on a constant swivel as she took in the gorgeous architecture and art they passed through, loving every second of this journey through stagnant hot air and incredibly dark tunnels. Though, when they came to the rattlesnake, she jumped back, hand on slick chest. Iahotep was right. She didn’t want it killed but she certainly wasn’t going to have a bleeding heart if they did end up murdering it. Before any damage could be dealt to the snake, Zoser pointed out the structure of the beams, which was where Elysia’s focus immediately tended, rather than seeing the torch shoved near the snake’s face. The snake, like any sensible creature, did not like either the light nor the heat and retreated out of sight.
Brushing a stray tendril of hair out of her face, she pressed on with her companions, thinking now that the air was considerably more stagnant and cloying with the combined scent of myrrh, cinnamon, and cardamom. Beneath these perfumes lingered sweat and rat feces. She kept the back of her hand against her wrinkled nose, thinking longingly of a cool bath with lilies floating on the surface of the water, when she heard...music?
Rather than speak out loud to check if the others heard it too, she simply looked at them and saw their ears inclined in that same direction, the confused knit on the brow of each. Good. She wasn’t hearing things. She nodded when Iahotep murmured that it wasn’t wise to go in alone and had just taken a step toward the music, thinking that he meant the three of them should go together, when his bellow up the corridor made her jump and spin to see what on earth he was shouting about. Her wide eyes flicked to Zoser to check how he bore the sudden clap of sound in so confined a space, and then she looked to the beams again. If Zoser felt like these could fall...shouldn’t they replace them?
Then, a sound, a deep rumble, so low and vast that Elysia was momentarily convinced the ground beneath her would open up, shivered through her body. She looked up, wild panic immobilizing her as she watched a crack snake through the ceiling. Dust curled through the air and she knew without having to be told that they needed to run. Zoser’s grip on her arm went wholly unnoticed as she watched the first of the rocks fall. She did not stop, she did not wait. She simply shouted “RUN!” at the same time Zoser did and in the same breath sprinted towards the music. Who cared if she stepped on rats? She’d stop a hundred thousand if it meant she wasn’t flattened by a ceiling of rock, never to be seen or found. The rats had the same idea and surged along with them. Without Zoser’s grip, she would have fallen at least twice and the pain of his fingers digging into her arm kept her marginally grounded while her mind blanked.
Zoser pulled and Elysia responded in tandem, her body nearly ramming into his like the band of a slingshot. Her heart hammered in her chest and she clung to Zoser as soon as they made it into the next room, skidding to a halt. Her hands fisted against his chest and she stared with owlish eyes over his shoulder, watching the doorway to see if doom followed the three of them into this new chamber. Her breath felt cold as it rushed back at her from the damp of Zoser’s skin.
“We’re trapped,” she breathed quietly and set her cheek against the gold collar he wore, not bothering to pretend anything. She wasn’t thinking about how this would look and it didn’t truly matter in any case. The three of them had just experienced a near death rockfall. Relief on the closest person was normal. At least, her irrational thoughts told her that as they circled and she tried to calm herself with cool logic. In order to do that, she eyed the walls around them. They were, for the moment, unharmed and alive. This room was stable and then she realized...the music was still playing and raised her head from Zoser’s chest to look for it.
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She’d accepted the skein of water without a word, thankful for the liquid slipping down the back of her throat. It wasn’t cold like spring water, but tepid and held the taste of leather. What Elysia found most interesting was though the water was tepid, the sweltering heat of the room had made her so hot that she could feel the water sliding down her throat and settling into her stomach as though it was icy cold. This did not bode well for the rest of the time and she was beginning to feel like a wax candle, imagining she looked like one too.
As much as she’d have liked to keep hold of Iahotep’s arm, she didn’t bother. His skin was sticky against hers and it was more comfortable to walk separately, though she did reach a hand out to either Iahotep or Zoser from time to time when there was debris or rats scurrying in the way and she needed to slowly step around. The kalasiris was not a difficult thing to walk in but it was different and the very last thing she wanted was to somehow topple over and have a stain of earth on her dress. Well, no, the very, very last thing she wanted was for her sandal to come down on the spine of a rat and hear the nauseating crack of bone and to feel the give of the rat’s body squish…That would make her scream.
Despite her discomfort, her head was on a constant swivel as she took in the gorgeous architecture and art they passed through, loving every second of this journey through stagnant hot air and incredibly dark tunnels. Though, when they came to the rattlesnake, she jumped back, hand on slick chest. Iahotep was right. She didn’t want it killed but she certainly wasn’t going to have a bleeding heart if they did end up murdering it. Before any damage could be dealt to the snake, Zoser pointed out the structure of the beams, which was where Elysia’s focus immediately tended, rather than seeing the torch shoved near the snake’s face. The snake, like any sensible creature, did not like either the light nor the heat and retreated out of sight.
Brushing a stray tendril of hair out of her face, she pressed on with her companions, thinking now that the air was considerably more stagnant and cloying with the combined scent of myrrh, cinnamon, and cardamom. Beneath these perfumes lingered sweat and rat feces. She kept the back of her hand against her wrinkled nose, thinking longingly of a cool bath with lilies floating on the surface of the water, when she heard...music?
Rather than speak out loud to check if the others heard it too, she simply looked at them and saw their ears inclined in that same direction, the confused knit on the brow of each. Good. She wasn’t hearing things. She nodded when Iahotep murmured that it wasn’t wise to go in alone and had just taken a step toward the music, thinking that he meant the three of them should go together, when his bellow up the corridor made her jump and spin to see what on earth he was shouting about. Her wide eyes flicked to Zoser to check how he bore the sudden clap of sound in so confined a space, and then she looked to the beams again. If Zoser felt like these could fall...shouldn’t they replace them?
Then, a sound, a deep rumble, so low and vast that Elysia was momentarily convinced the ground beneath her would open up, shivered through her body. She looked up, wild panic immobilizing her as she watched a crack snake through the ceiling. Dust curled through the air and she knew without having to be told that they needed to run. Zoser’s grip on her arm went wholly unnoticed as she watched the first of the rocks fall. She did not stop, she did not wait. She simply shouted “RUN!” at the same time Zoser did and in the same breath sprinted towards the music. Who cared if she stepped on rats? She’d stop a hundred thousand if it meant she wasn’t flattened by a ceiling of rock, never to be seen or found. The rats had the same idea and surged along with them. Without Zoser’s grip, she would have fallen at least twice and the pain of his fingers digging into her arm kept her marginally grounded while her mind blanked.
Zoser pulled and Elysia responded in tandem, her body nearly ramming into his like the band of a slingshot. Her heart hammered in her chest and she clung to Zoser as soon as they made it into the next room, skidding to a halt. Her hands fisted against his chest and she stared with owlish eyes over his shoulder, watching the doorway to see if doom followed the three of them into this new chamber. Her breath felt cold as it rushed back at her from the damp of Zoser’s skin.
“We’re trapped,” she breathed quietly and set her cheek against the gold collar he wore, not bothering to pretend anything. She wasn’t thinking about how this would look and it didn’t truly matter in any case. The three of them had just experienced a near death rockfall. Relief on the closest person was normal. At least, her irrational thoughts told her that as they circled and she tried to calm herself with cool logic. In order to do that, she eyed the walls around them. They were, for the moment, unharmed and alive. This room was stable and then she realized...the music was still playing and raised her head from Zoser’s chest to look for it.
She’d accepted the skein of water without a word, thankful for the liquid slipping down the back of her throat. It wasn’t cold like spring water, but tepid and held the taste of leather. What Elysia found most interesting was though the water was tepid, the sweltering heat of the room had made her so hot that she could feel the water sliding down her throat and settling into her stomach as though it was icy cold. This did not bode well for the rest of the time and she was beginning to feel like a wax candle, imagining she looked like one too.
As much as she’d have liked to keep hold of Iahotep’s arm, she didn’t bother. His skin was sticky against hers and it was more comfortable to walk separately, though she did reach a hand out to either Iahotep or Zoser from time to time when there was debris or rats scurrying in the way and she needed to slowly step around. The kalasiris was not a difficult thing to walk in but it was different and the very last thing she wanted was to somehow topple over and have a stain of earth on her dress. Well, no, the very, very last thing she wanted was for her sandal to come down on the spine of a rat and hear the nauseating crack of bone and to feel the give of the rat’s body squish…That would make her scream.
Despite her discomfort, her head was on a constant swivel as she took in the gorgeous architecture and art they passed through, loving every second of this journey through stagnant hot air and incredibly dark tunnels. Though, when they came to the rattlesnake, she jumped back, hand on slick chest. Iahotep was right. She didn’t want it killed but she certainly wasn’t going to have a bleeding heart if they did end up murdering it. Before any damage could be dealt to the snake, Zoser pointed out the structure of the beams, which was where Elysia’s focus immediately tended, rather than seeing the torch shoved near the snake’s face. The snake, like any sensible creature, did not like either the light nor the heat and retreated out of sight.
Brushing a stray tendril of hair out of her face, she pressed on with her companions, thinking now that the air was considerably more stagnant and cloying with the combined scent of myrrh, cinnamon, and cardamom. Beneath these perfumes lingered sweat and rat feces. She kept the back of her hand against her wrinkled nose, thinking longingly of a cool bath with lilies floating on the surface of the water, when she heard...music?
Rather than speak out loud to check if the others heard it too, she simply looked at them and saw their ears inclined in that same direction, the confused knit on the brow of each. Good. She wasn’t hearing things. She nodded when Iahotep murmured that it wasn’t wise to go in alone and had just taken a step toward the music, thinking that he meant the three of them should go together, when his bellow up the corridor made her jump and spin to see what on earth he was shouting about. Her wide eyes flicked to Zoser to check how he bore the sudden clap of sound in so confined a space, and then she looked to the beams again. If Zoser felt like these could fall...shouldn’t they replace them?
Then, a sound, a deep rumble, so low and vast that Elysia was momentarily convinced the ground beneath her would open up, shivered through her body. She looked up, wild panic immobilizing her as she watched a crack snake through the ceiling. Dust curled through the air and she knew without having to be told that they needed to run. Zoser’s grip on her arm went wholly unnoticed as she watched the first of the rocks fall. She did not stop, she did not wait. She simply shouted “RUN!” at the same time Zoser did and in the same breath sprinted towards the music. Who cared if she stepped on rats? She’d stop a hundred thousand if it meant she wasn’t flattened by a ceiling of rock, never to be seen or found. The rats had the same idea and surged along with them. Without Zoser’s grip, she would have fallen at least twice and the pain of his fingers digging into her arm kept her marginally grounded while her mind blanked.
Zoser pulled and Elysia responded in tandem, her body nearly ramming into his like the band of a slingshot. Her heart hammered in her chest and she clung to Zoser as soon as they made it into the next room, skidding to a halt. Her hands fisted against his chest and she stared with owlish eyes over his shoulder, watching the doorway to see if doom followed the three of them into this new chamber. Her breath felt cold as it rushed back at her from the damp of Zoser’s skin.
“We’re trapped,” she breathed quietly and set her cheek against the gold collar he wore, not bothering to pretend anything. She wasn’t thinking about how this would look and it didn’t truly matter in any case. The three of them had just experienced a near death rockfall. Relief on the closest person was normal. At least, her irrational thoughts told her that as they circled and she tried to calm herself with cool logic. In order to do that, she eyed the walls around them. They were, for the moment, unharmed and alive. This room was stable and then she realized...the music was still playing and raised her head from Zoser’s chest to look for it.
The relief that flowed through Timaeus was almost palpable when he realized that the man he had latched onto was his friend. Even though Timaeus would do everything in his power to help the soldier that had thus far caused them so much trouble, Timaeus would not hesitate to admit that Adre was his chief priority. He couldn’t give a damn about the other man in the quicksand. It was his friend in danger and Timaeus was not going to let his best friend die in favor of some Greek they didn’t even know. Luckily, this didn’t seem to be what the fates had in store for the boys today as Tim struggled to pull Adre over to the edge of the pit.
Hauling Adre over the side was only half the battle though and once the Athenian was safely over the edge, Timaeus had to lean back onto the branch to see if he could help the Taengean as well. This rescue would be infinitely harder as it had taken a moment for the sixteen-year-old to find Adre and he had been closest to the branch! Now Timaeus had to put himself into more danger by leaning more onto the branch and searching outside of the small area he had found Adre in. There was a part of him that didn’t trust the integrity of the tree root and he was half-convinced that this time the root would snap and soon Adre would have to play rescuer.
Well, if the Athenian was looking forward to that opportunity, he wasn’t going to get the chance today as before Timaeus had even put his full weight onto the root, more voices sounded from down the hall. Voices that not only spoke Egyptian but were drawing closer to the three Greek men trying to deal with the chaos that was this pit of quicksand. Having no loyalty to Hesi and no real hope of being able to rescue him in time to escape the rapidly approaching soldiers, Timaeus was already pushing himself off the branch when Adre latched onto his wrist with a death grip Tim didn’t know the boy had and started dragging him out of the chamber with the quicksand. However, instead of looking for some way out that would keep them moving forward like Timaeus would have expected it seemed that Adre had made the decision to run towards the soldiers.
Instantly, Tim tried to pull out of Adre’s grip and instead tug them in a safer direction, but Adre was steadfast in their course towards the oncoming soldiers. There was little that Tim could do beyond trying his best to not stumble over his own feet as the Colchian quickly became a deer caught in the wake of bright light as the boys came closer and closer towards the soldiers… Only for Adrestus to divert them down a side corridor that Timaeus had not seen before. Plunged into the darkness, it took Timaeus a moment to catch his bearings before barely seeing the hand motions that Adre was making in the dark, nodding swiftly at the idea that the boys would run deeper into the dark corridor and hopefully loos the soldiers by running down other side corridors that would be in this tunnel. It was a solid enough plan and Timaeus had to give his friend credit for remembering this as this plan that seemed to be a death sentence a moment ago would now be their savior, leading Tim to have no problem with racing down the corridor and away from the soldiers.
However, what the boys didn’t know was that this path was likely to not be their way out of this tricky situation. Not when this corridor had no side tunnels and no way out, but the way that they had come in...
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The relief that flowed through Timaeus was almost palpable when he realized that the man he had latched onto was his friend. Even though Timaeus would do everything in his power to help the soldier that had thus far caused them so much trouble, Timaeus would not hesitate to admit that Adre was his chief priority. He couldn’t give a damn about the other man in the quicksand. It was his friend in danger and Timaeus was not going to let his best friend die in favor of some Greek they didn’t even know. Luckily, this didn’t seem to be what the fates had in store for the boys today as Tim struggled to pull Adre over to the edge of the pit.
Hauling Adre over the side was only half the battle though and once the Athenian was safely over the edge, Timaeus had to lean back onto the branch to see if he could help the Taengean as well. This rescue would be infinitely harder as it had taken a moment for the sixteen-year-old to find Adre and he had been closest to the branch! Now Timaeus had to put himself into more danger by leaning more onto the branch and searching outside of the small area he had found Adre in. There was a part of him that didn’t trust the integrity of the tree root and he was half-convinced that this time the root would snap and soon Adre would have to play rescuer.
Well, if the Athenian was looking forward to that opportunity, he wasn’t going to get the chance today as before Timaeus had even put his full weight onto the root, more voices sounded from down the hall. Voices that not only spoke Egyptian but were drawing closer to the three Greek men trying to deal with the chaos that was this pit of quicksand. Having no loyalty to Hesi and no real hope of being able to rescue him in time to escape the rapidly approaching soldiers, Timaeus was already pushing himself off the branch when Adre latched onto his wrist with a death grip Tim didn’t know the boy had and started dragging him out of the chamber with the quicksand. However, instead of looking for some way out that would keep them moving forward like Timaeus would have expected it seemed that Adre had made the decision to run towards the soldiers.
Instantly, Tim tried to pull out of Adre’s grip and instead tug them in a safer direction, but Adre was steadfast in their course towards the oncoming soldiers. There was little that Tim could do beyond trying his best to not stumble over his own feet as the Colchian quickly became a deer caught in the wake of bright light as the boys came closer and closer towards the soldiers… Only for Adrestus to divert them down a side corridor that Timaeus had not seen before. Plunged into the darkness, it took Timaeus a moment to catch his bearings before barely seeing the hand motions that Adre was making in the dark, nodding swiftly at the idea that the boys would run deeper into the dark corridor and hopefully loos the soldiers by running down other side corridors that would be in this tunnel. It was a solid enough plan and Timaeus had to give his friend credit for remembering this as this plan that seemed to be a death sentence a moment ago would now be their savior, leading Tim to have no problem with racing down the corridor and away from the soldiers.
However, what the boys didn’t know was that this path was likely to not be their way out of this tricky situation. Not when this corridor had no side tunnels and no way out, but the way that they had come in...
The relief that flowed through Timaeus was almost palpable when he realized that the man he had latched onto was his friend. Even though Timaeus would do everything in his power to help the soldier that had thus far caused them so much trouble, Timaeus would not hesitate to admit that Adre was his chief priority. He couldn’t give a damn about the other man in the quicksand. It was his friend in danger and Timaeus was not going to let his best friend die in favor of some Greek they didn’t even know. Luckily, this didn’t seem to be what the fates had in store for the boys today as Tim struggled to pull Adre over to the edge of the pit.
Hauling Adre over the side was only half the battle though and once the Athenian was safely over the edge, Timaeus had to lean back onto the branch to see if he could help the Taengean as well. This rescue would be infinitely harder as it had taken a moment for the sixteen-year-old to find Adre and he had been closest to the branch! Now Timaeus had to put himself into more danger by leaning more onto the branch and searching outside of the small area he had found Adre in. There was a part of him that didn’t trust the integrity of the tree root and he was half-convinced that this time the root would snap and soon Adre would have to play rescuer.
Well, if the Athenian was looking forward to that opportunity, he wasn’t going to get the chance today as before Timaeus had even put his full weight onto the root, more voices sounded from down the hall. Voices that not only spoke Egyptian but were drawing closer to the three Greek men trying to deal with the chaos that was this pit of quicksand. Having no loyalty to Hesi and no real hope of being able to rescue him in time to escape the rapidly approaching soldiers, Timaeus was already pushing himself off the branch when Adre latched onto his wrist with a death grip Tim didn’t know the boy had and started dragging him out of the chamber with the quicksand. However, instead of looking for some way out that would keep them moving forward like Timaeus would have expected it seemed that Adre had made the decision to run towards the soldiers.
Instantly, Tim tried to pull out of Adre’s grip and instead tug them in a safer direction, but Adre was steadfast in their course towards the oncoming soldiers. There was little that Tim could do beyond trying his best to not stumble over his own feet as the Colchian quickly became a deer caught in the wake of bright light as the boys came closer and closer towards the soldiers… Only for Adrestus to divert them down a side corridor that Timaeus had not seen before. Plunged into the darkness, it took Timaeus a moment to catch his bearings before barely seeing the hand motions that Adre was making in the dark, nodding swiftly at the idea that the boys would run deeper into the dark corridor and hopefully loos the soldiers by running down other side corridors that would be in this tunnel. It was a solid enough plan and Timaeus had to give his friend credit for remembering this as this plan that seemed to be a death sentence a moment ago would now be their savior, leading Tim to have no problem with racing down the corridor and away from the soldiers.
However, what the boys didn’t know was that this path was likely to not be their way out of this tricky situation. Not when this corridor had no side tunnels and no way out, but the way that they had come in...
When they had first gone into the tunnels, Adrestus hadn’t expected things to go the way they did. Well, he knew it was going to be dangerous, but he had hoped they would be luckier. Once he heard voices, the sailor started to panic. Adrestus and Tim had survived the quicksand, but guards were a lot more dangerous. Guards probably knew the tunnels way better than two greeks did! He clutched Tim hard as if their lives depended on them staying together. Adrestus quickly headed towards one of the options that seemed like a good idea, but this, unfortunately, meant they would be running towards the guards, instead of away. He allowed the other greek to become a distraction for the guards- allowing them some more time to get away. Dragging Tim along, he headed towards one of the tunnels. He felt Tim pull back, but Adrestus was determined about his way.
They reached the tunnel in no time, and as Tim picked up the pace, so did the sailor. They needed to reach safety, and quickly if they were to escape the guards. He felt a wave of relief as they went further into the tunnel, and it seemed like they were going to be successful. That relief turned into deep fear as the tunnel seemed to end. “Fuck!” Adrestus cursed under his breath. He turned to Tim, cursing himself for making a not very thought out plan. They should have just hidden! “What are we…” He started, before looking back at the opening of the tunnel. He moved closer to Tim and shook his head. They were screwed. They couldn’t just go to the hiding place either, anymore… the guards were already at the quicksand, with the other greeks. The only way was to run in the other direction of the tunnels, behind the guards and unfortunately fully exposed. Hoping that the guards wouldn’t see or hear them in the smaller tunnel, Adrestus started moving back to the entrance. He tried not to breathe hard, glancing over at Tim. His own heart was rapidly beating, and he knew that Tim was just as terrified as he. “I’m sorry, brother,” Adrestus said under his breath, already knowing that there was a good chance they were going to get caught now.
Adrestus reached the entrance of their smaller tunnel, and took a big breath. In the last minute, he realized running wasn't going to work. The guards were going to hear them. Adrestus slid down the tunnel wall into a sitting position, fidgeting with his burka. He made sure he was sitting among the shadows, and held his breath. There wasn't much hope now, but maybe, if the guards didn't notice, they'd walk right past...
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When they had first gone into the tunnels, Adrestus hadn’t expected things to go the way they did. Well, he knew it was going to be dangerous, but he had hoped they would be luckier. Once he heard voices, the sailor started to panic. Adrestus and Tim had survived the quicksand, but guards were a lot more dangerous. Guards probably knew the tunnels way better than two greeks did! He clutched Tim hard as if their lives depended on them staying together. Adrestus quickly headed towards one of the options that seemed like a good idea, but this, unfortunately, meant they would be running towards the guards, instead of away. He allowed the other greek to become a distraction for the guards- allowing them some more time to get away. Dragging Tim along, he headed towards one of the tunnels. He felt Tim pull back, but Adrestus was determined about his way.
They reached the tunnel in no time, and as Tim picked up the pace, so did the sailor. They needed to reach safety, and quickly if they were to escape the guards. He felt a wave of relief as they went further into the tunnel, and it seemed like they were going to be successful. That relief turned into deep fear as the tunnel seemed to end. “Fuck!” Adrestus cursed under his breath. He turned to Tim, cursing himself for making a not very thought out plan. They should have just hidden! “What are we…” He started, before looking back at the opening of the tunnel. He moved closer to Tim and shook his head. They were screwed. They couldn’t just go to the hiding place either, anymore… the guards were already at the quicksand, with the other greeks. The only way was to run in the other direction of the tunnels, behind the guards and unfortunately fully exposed. Hoping that the guards wouldn’t see or hear them in the smaller tunnel, Adrestus started moving back to the entrance. He tried not to breathe hard, glancing over at Tim. His own heart was rapidly beating, and he knew that Tim was just as terrified as he. “I’m sorry, brother,” Adrestus said under his breath, already knowing that there was a good chance they were going to get caught now.
Adrestus reached the entrance of their smaller tunnel, and took a big breath. In the last minute, he realized running wasn't going to work. The guards were going to hear them. Adrestus slid down the tunnel wall into a sitting position, fidgeting with his burka. He made sure he was sitting among the shadows, and held his breath. There wasn't much hope now, but maybe, if the guards didn't notice, they'd walk right past...
When they had first gone into the tunnels, Adrestus hadn’t expected things to go the way they did. Well, he knew it was going to be dangerous, but he had hoped they would be luckier. Once he heard voices, the sailor started to panic. Adrestus and Tim had survived the quicksand, but guards were a lot more dangerous. Guards probably knew the tunnels way better than two greeks did! He clutched Tim hard as if their lives depended on them staying together. Adrestus quickly headed towards one of the options that seemed like a good idea, but this, unfortunately, meant they would be running towards the guards, instead of away. He allowed the other greek to become a distraction for the guards- allowing them some more time to get away. Dragging Tim along, he headed towards one of the tunnels. He felt Tim pull back, but Adrestus was determined about his way.
They reached the tunnel in no time, and as Tim picked up the pace, so did the sailor. They needed to reach safety, and quickly if they were to escape the guards. He felt a wave of relief as they went further into the tunnel, and it seemed like they were going to be successful. That relief turned into deep fear as the tunnel seemed to end. “Fuck!” Adrestus cursed under his breath. He turned to Tim, cursing himself for making a not very thought out plan. They should have just hidden! “What are we…” He started, before looking back at the opening of the tunnel. He moved closer to Tim and shook his head. They were screwed. They couldn’t just go to the hiding place either, anymore… the guards were already at the quicksand, with the other greeks. The only way was to run in the other direction of the tunnels, behind the guards and unfortunately fully exposed. Hoping that the guards wouldn’t see or hear them in the smaller tunnel, Adrestus started moving back to the entrance. He tried not to breathe hard, glancing over at Tim. His own heart was rapidly beating, and he knew that Tim was just as terrified as he. “I’m sorry, brother,” Adrestus said under his breath, already knowing that there was a good chance they were going to get caught now.
Adrestus reached the entrance of their smaller tunnel, and took a big breath. In the last minute, he realized running wasn't going to work. The guards were going to hear them. Adrestus slid down the tunnel wall into a sitting position, fidgeting with his burka. He made sure he was sitting among the shadows, and held his breath. There wasn't much hope now, but maybe, if the guards didn't notice, they'd walk right past...
This was easily, EASILY the worst thing that could have happened. How many hundreds of years had this tomb sat untouched, weathered by time? Of course the plan had always been to restabilize the corridors, but with so many sprawling rooms and other, already-collapsed tunnels being discovered daily, they were doing what they could. Strong, sturdy wood was not readily available in Egypt and waiting on shipments often meant slowing progress - which could not happen.
So, yes, this was a direct result of cutting corners. He could take some time to blame himself later.
Once they crossed the threshold into the next room, they were frozen in place, the scholar's arms protectively caged around Elysia on instinct, turning his back towards the collapsing stones behind them as if to make himself a shield for her. For someone who had supposedly only just met this woman and for someone who was a far cry from being the most masculine of soldiers, Zoser's actions were notably protective and even caring as he put himself between her and the danger of falling debris. His eyes were tightly screwed shut as he felt a spray of sand and gravel ricochet off his back, hissing at the way it stung his skin and left a smattering of nicks across his back.
As the rumble of collapse came to an end, the room was deathly quiet, only the softest sprinkle of the smallest shards of rock skittering across the floor. For a moment, the only thing they could hear in the room was their heavy, frightened pants. Lifting his head, Zoser blinked and looked around at the room, watching the light of his torch dance across the walls and spirals of dust in the air.
"Are you alright?" Zoser rasped out, sputtering slightly after as the dust in the air coated his tongue while he spoke. It hung thick in the air, making it hard to see, even with blinking it away, he glanced around the chamber, using the torchlight to light it as well when he called, "General? Are you alright?"
Elysia's words seemed to echo through the room, cutting through the silence like a blade. In a moment of familiarity, as her cheek rested against his chest, Zoser's hand moved to cradle the back of her head in comfort. It was natural, instinctual motion as if it had been done before...and often. As the adrenaline coursed through their veins and the shock of survival still taking a moment to sink in, they stood like that a moment until words came to him.
"Maybe...maybe not," he replied to her statement in clipped Greek, still stunned enough from having survived something that should have easily killed them all. "I never thought I would say this, but I pray that tomb robbers have dug their way in here before us...and if we are so fortunate, given us a way out."
He felt a sudden chill over him as his ears caught the sound of music, and his eyes followed Elysia's towards the entryway at the opposing end of the chamber. Swallowing briefly, he allowed his arms to unfurl from around her, slipping away from that moment of familiarity and back to who they should have been in the narrative of newly-met companions they silently crafted for themselves not long ago.
"See?" Zoser said, slipping back into Coptic, "There may be a way out ahead."
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This was easily, EASILY the worst thing that could have happened. How many hundreds of years had this tomb sat untouched, weathered by time? Of course the plan had always been to restabilize the corridors, but with so many sprawling rooms and other, already-collapsed tunnels being discovered daily, they were doing what they could. Strong, sturdy wood was not readily available in Egypt and waiting on shipments often meant slowing progress - which could not happen.
So, yes, this was a direct result of cutting corners. He could take some time to blame himself later.
Once they crossed the threshold into the next room, they were frozen in place, the scholar's arms protectively caged around Elysia on instinct, turning his back towards the collapsing stones behind them as if to make himself a shield for her. For someone who had supposedly only just met this woman and for someone who was a far cry from being the most masculine of soldiers, Zoser's actions were notably protective and even caring as he put himself between her and the danger of falling debris. His eyes were tightly screwed shut as he felt a spray of sand and gravel ricochet off his back, hissing at the way it stung his skin and left a smattering of nicks across his back.
As the rumble of collapse came to an end, the room was deathly quiet, only the softest sprinkle of the smallest shards of rock skittering across the floor. For a moment, the only thing they could hear in the room was their heavy, frightened pants. Lifting his head, Zoser blinked and looked around at the room, watching the light of his torch dance across the walls and spirals of dust in the air.
"Are you alright?" Zoser rasped out, sputtering slightly after as the dust in the air coated his tongue while he spoke. It hung thick in the air, making it hard to see, even with blinking it away, he glanced around the chamber, using the torchlight to light it as well when he called, "General? Are you alright?"
Elysia's words seemed to echo through the room, cutting through the silence like a blade. In a moment of familiarity, as her cheek rested against his chest, Zoser's hand moved to cradle the back of her head in comfort. It was natural, instinctual motion as if it had been done before...and often. As the adrenaline coursed through their veins and the shock of survival still taking a moment to sink in, they stood like that a moment until words came to him.
"Maybe...maybe not," he replied to her statement in clipped Greek, still stunned enough from having survived something that should have easily killed them all. "I never thought I would say this, but I pray that tomb robbers have dug their way in here before us...and if we are so fortunate, given us a way out."
He felt a sudden chill over him as his ears caught the sound of music, and his eyes followed Elysia's towards the entryway at the opposing end of the chamber. Swallowing briefly, he allowed his arms to unfurl from around her, slipping away from that moment of familiarity and back to who they should have been in the narrative of newly-met companions they silently crafted for themselves not long ago.
"See?" Zoser said, slipping back into Coptic, "There may be a way out ahead."
This was easily, EASILY the worst thing that could have happened. How many hundreds of years had this tomb sat untouched, weathered by time? Of course the plan had always been to restabilize the corridors, but with so many sprawling rooms and other, already-collapsed tunnels being discovered daily, they were doing what they could. Strong, sturdy wood was not readily available in Egypt and waiting on shipments often meant slowing progress - which could not happen.
So, yes, this was a direct result of cutting corners. He could take some time to blame himself later.
Once they crossed the threshold into the next room, they were frozen in place, the scholar's arms protectively caged around Elysia on instinct, turning his back towards the collapsing stones behind them as if to make himself a shield for her. For someone who had supposedly only just met this woman and for someone who was a far cry from being the most masculine of soldiers, Zoser's actions were notably protective and even caring as he put himself between her and the danger of falling debris. His eyes were tightly screwed shut as he felt a spray of sand and gravel ricochet off his back, hissing at the way it stung his skin and left a smattering of nicks across his back.
As the rumble of collapse came to an end, the room was deathly quiet, only the softest sprinkle of the smallest shards of rock skittering across the floor. For a moment, the only thing they could hear in the room was their heavy, frightened pants. Lifting his head, Zoser blinked and looked around at the room, watching the light of his torch dance across the walls and spirals of dust in the air.
"Are you alright?" Zoser rasped out, sputtering slightly after as the dust in the air coated his tongue while he spoke. It hung thick in the air, making it hard to see, even with blinking it away, he glanced around the chamber, using the torchlight to light it as well when he called, "General? Are you alright?"
Elysia's words seemed to echo through the room, cutting through the silence like a blade. In a moment of familiarity, as her cheek rested against his chest, Zoser's hand moved to cradle the back of her head in comfort. It was natural, instinctual motion as if it had been done before...and often. As the adrenaline coursed through their veins and the shock of survival still taking a moment to sink in, they stood like that a moment until words came to him.
"Maybe...maybe not," he replied to her statement in clipped Greek, still stunned enough from having survived something that should have easily killed them all. "I never thought I would say this, but I pray that tomb robbers have dug their way in here before us...and if we are so fortunate, given us a way out."
He felt a sudden chill over him as his ears caught the sound of music, and his eyes followed Elysia's towards the entryway at the opposing end of the chamber. Swallowing briefly, he allowed his arms to unfurl from around her, slipping away from that moment of familiarity and back to who they should have been in the narrative of newly-met companions they silently crafted for themselves not long ago.
"See?" Zoser said, slipping back into Coptic, "There may be a way out ahead."
As it were, Iahotep had not envisioned their journey through the tomb to result in strange music nor running toward it because the collapsing ceiling would have killed them all otherwise. Of course, envisioning things now wasn’t a part of the plan any longer. Truly, he didn’t need to be told to run -- hearing the crumbling and crashing of rock from behind him was more than enough of an incentive to get moving. And he did move. When they had reached a seemingly safer chamber, Iahotep turned and looked behind him, towards where he should have been able to see their way back. He cursed quietly to himself then.
A deep scowl crossed Iahotep’s face even before his gaze shifted back to his two companions. Had they not nearly all been killed -- and perhaps still might meet that fate -- he would shot Zoser a teasing, quizzical look. How familiar they looked with one another. As it were, whether Zoser and his Greek guest knew each other was significantly less important than trying to figure out if they would ever make it out again. He stepped away from the blocked way and shifted his focus more towards the sound of music. “I am fine.” he replied more forcefully than he intended.
The Greek spoken between the other two in the chamber with him went more or less ignored. He could pick out a few key words, but not enough to truly understand -- if he had been interested in doing so, he likely could guess what they were conversing. In any case, his focus was entirely on staring at the direction the music came from until Zoser addressed him in Coptic. His gaze shifted towards his friend for a moment. A way out? He scoffed. “Or a quicker way to die.”
Still, in spite of his own pessimism at the idea, he recognized well enough that they didn’t truly have any other choice. It was either stand and slowly wait to suffocate while hoping it was remotely possible for them to be dug out, or go forward. Music did not belong here and they could not reasonably stay. That torch would not last forever. The uncertainty of the source was disconcerting and almost frightening, though he himself would never openly admit to being frightened. But no matter. Deciding what he felt and when could be done once they were free of this place. If they were free of this place.
Seeing as he was in the company of a scholar and a woman, Iahotep took it upon himself to be the closest one to whatever awaited them next.
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As it were, Iahotep had not envisioned their journey through the tomb to result in strange music nor running toward it because the collapsing ceiling would have killed them all otherwise. Of course, envisioning things now wasn’t a part of the plan any longer. Truly, he didn’t need to be told to run -- hearing the crumbling and crashing of rock from behind him was more than enough of an incentive to get moving. And he did move. When they had reached a seemingly safer chamber, Iahotep turned and looked behind him, towards where he should have been able to see their way back. He cursed quietly to himself then.
A deep scowl crossed Iahotep’s face even before his gaze shifted back to his two companions. Had they not nearly all been killed -- and perhaps still might meet that fate -- he would shot Zoser a teasing, quizzical look. How familiar they looked with one another. As it were, whether Zoser and his Greek guest knew each other was significantly less important than trying to figure out if they would ever make it out again. He stepped away from the blocked way and shifted his focus more towards the sound of music. “I am fine.” he replied more forcefully than he intended.
The Greek spoken between the other two in the chamber with him went more or less ignored. He could pick out a few key words, but not enough to truly understand -- if he had been interested in doing so, he likely could guess what they were conversing. In any case, his focus was entirely on staring at the direction the music came from until Zoser addressed him in Coptic. His gaze shifted towards his friend for a moment. A way out? He scoffed. “Or a quicker way to die.”
Still, in spite of his own pessimism at the idea, he recognized well enough that they didn’t truly have any other choice. It was either stand and slowly wait to suffocate while hoping it was remotely possible for them to be dug out, or go forward. Music did not belong here and they could not reasonably stay. That torch would not last forever. The uncertainty of the source was disconcerting and almost frightening, though he himself would never openly admit to being frightened. But no matter. Deciding what he felt and when could be done once they were free of this place. If they were free of this place.
Seeing as he was in the company of a scholar and a woman, Iahotep took it upon himself to be the closest one to whatever awaited them next.
As it were, Iahotep had not envisioned their journey through the tomb to result in strange music nor running toward it because the collapsing ceiling would have killed them all otherwise. Of course, envisioning things now wasn’t a part of the plan any longer. Truly, he didn’t need to be told to run -- hearing the crumbling and crashing of rock from behind him was more than enough of an incentive to get moving. And he did move. When they had reached a seemingly safer chamber, Iahotep turned and looked behind him, towards where he should have been able to see their way back. He cursed quietly to himself then.
A deep scowl crossed Iahotep’s face even before his gaze shifted back to his two companions. Had they not nearly all been killed -- and perhaps still might meet that fate -- he would shot Zoser a teasing, quizzical look. How familiar they looked with one another. As it were, whether Zoser and his Greek guest knew each other was significantly less important than trying to figure out if they would ever make it out again. He stepped away from the blocked way and shifted his focus more towards the sound of music. “I am fine.” he replied more forcefully than he intended.
The Greek spoken between the other two in the chamber with him went more or less ignored. He could pick out a few key words, but not enough to truly understand -- if he had been interested in doing so, he likely could guess what they were conversing. In any case, his focus was entirely on staring at the direction the music came from until Zoser addressed him in Coptic. His gaze shifted towards his friend for a moment. A way out? He scoffed. “Or a quicker way to die.”
Still, in spite of his own pessimism at the idea, he recognized well enough that they didn’t truly have any other choice. It was either stand and slowly wait to suffocate while hoping it was remotely possible for them to be dug out, or go forward. Music did not belong here and they could not reasonably stay. That torch would not last forever. The uncertainty of the source was disconcerting and almost frightening, though he himself would never openly admit to being frightened. But no matter. Deciding what he felt and when could be done once they were free of this place. If they were free of this place.
Seeing as he was in the company of a scholar and a woman, Iahotep took it upon himself to be the closest one to whatever awaited them next.
Decisions, Decisions 2 The All-Seeing Eye
Running back towards the guards and down the side corridor that sent them back the way that they had come, @adrestus and @timaeus seem to be left with only the option of fleeing the tomb the same way they came in. However, as they move down the corridor, there is a new feature that was not there before. In the rock slide caused by General Iahotep H'Naddar 's call to arms, the wall of the corridor now bears a long, dark crack. Beyond it a slight breeze shifted through the stone fissure. The crack is large enough for someone skinny to shimmy down behind and there is the sound of movement and voices echoing from deep within... One of them is speaking Greek.
@timaeus now has three choices before him...
OPTIONS
1. Continue down the way they first came and leave the tomb. Better safe than sorry and perhaps the gold within just isn't worth the risk?
2. Lead the pair of them through the crack into the hidden corridor beyond. There are voices down there and a fellow Greek could mean safety?
3. Take a stand and try to fight against the on-coming soldiers. Better the devil you know than the dangers that might lurk behind that crack. And you want that dang gold!
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Running back towards the guards and down the side corridor that sent them back the way that they had come, @adrestus and @timaeus seem to be left with only the option of fleeing the tomb the same way they came in. However, as they move down the corridor, there is a new feature that was not there before. In the rock slide caused by General Iahotep H'Naddar 's call to arms, the wall of the corridor now bears a long, dark crack. Beyond it a slight breeze shifted through the stone fissure. The crack is large enough for someone skinny to shimmy down behind and there is the sound of movement and voices echoing from deep within... One of them is speaking Greek.
@timaeus now has three choices before him...
OPTIONS
1. Continue down the way they first came and leave the tomb. Better safe than sorry and perhaps the gold within just isn't worth the risk?
2. Lead the pair of them through the crack into the hidden corridor beyond. There are voices down there and a fellow Greek could mean safety?
3. Take a stand and try to fight against the on-coming soldiers. Better the devil you know than the dangers that might lurk behind that crack. And you want that dang gold!
Decisions, Decisions 2 The All-Seeing Eye
Running back towards the guards and down the side corridor that sent them back the way that they had come, @adrestus and @timaeus seem to be left with only the option of fleeing the tomb the same way they came in. However, as they move down the corridor, there is a new feature that was not there before. In the rock slide caused by General Iahotep H'Naddar 's call to arms, the wall of the corridor now bears a long, dark crack. Beyond it a slight breeze shifted through the stone fissure. The crack is large enough for someone skinny to shimmy down behind and there is the sound of movement and voices echoing from deep within... One of them is speaking Greek.
@timaeus now has three choices before him...
OPTIONS
1. Continue down the way they first came and leave the tomb. Better safe than sorry and perhaps the gold within just isn't worth the risk?
2. Lead the pair of them through the crack into the hidden corridor beyond. There are voices down there and a fellow Greek could mean safety?
3. Take a stand and try to fight against the on-coming soldiers. Better the devil you know than the dangers that might lurk behind that crack. And you want that dang gold!
Decisions, Decisions 1 The All-Seeing Eye
The chamber in which the larger group find themselves is a private tomb. It is large in scale and decorated with walls of glorious epitaphs and depictions of the deceased. In the centre of the room, a raised stone platform supports a sarcophagus of gold. Dusty with sand and forgotten years, the piece would have to be dusted to be able to see the face in the design and whether the tomb's resident was male or female. Upon the walls are long strips of story, written in hieroglyphs. Some of it is shown in pictures and images, other sections in words. Around the room are regular chests, locked tight and surely filled with wonders. One large tapestry hangs at the back of the chamber with what may have once been a beautiful depiction. Now, moth-eaten and worm-ridden, it barely holds together enough to stay aloft. In each corner of the chamber are thin, plinth columns. Upon each is a canopic jar of the dead.
@zoser and @elysia now each have a decision to make... Whilst Iahotep H'Naddar stands guard upon the entryway that just vacated, there are efforts to be made to discover the source of that music and the identity of the tomb's mummy...
OPTIONS
1. Approach the sarcophagus. Tombs were built differently depending on the gender and rank of the buried. Perhaps learning the dead's identity would solve the structure of the tomb and how to best get out?
2. Alternatively, read the walls. The script is ancient and would need a skilled linguist to translate the messages written in gold and painted tile.
3. Investigate the room: the curtain at the back, the chests, the canopic jars... Surely there is a clue somewhere as to where that music is coming from or how you might find a way out?
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The chamber in which the larger group find themselves is a private tomb. It is large in scale and decorated with walls of glorious epitaphs and depictions of the deceased. In the centre of the room, a raised stone platform supports a sarcophagus of gold. Dusty with sand and forgotten years, the piece would have to be dusted to be able to see the face in the design and whether the tomb's resident was male or female. Upon the walls are long strips of story, written in hieroglyphs. Some of it is shown in pictures and images, other sections in words. Around the room are regular chests, locked tight and surely filled with wonders. One large tapestry hangs at the back of the chamber with what may have once been a beautiful depiction. Now, moth-eaten and worm-ridden, it barely holds together enough to stay aloft. In each corner of the chamber are thin, plinth columns. Upon each is a canopic jar of the dead.
@zoser and @elysia now each have a decision to make... Whilst Iahotep H'Naddar stands guard upon the entryway that just vacated, there are efforts to be made to discover the source of that music and the identity of the tomb's mummy...
OPTIONS
1. Approach the sarcophagus. Tombs were built differently depending on the gender and rank of the buried. Perhaps learning the dead's identity would solve the structure of the tomb and how to best get out?
2. Alternatively, read the walls. The script is ancient and would need a skilled linguist to translate the messages written in gold and painted tile.
3. Investigate the room: the curtain at the back, the chests, the canopic jars... Surely there is a clue somewhere as to where that music is coming from or how you might find a way out?
Decisions, Decisions 1 The All-Seeing Eye
The chamber in which the larger group find themselves is a private tomb. It is large in scale and decorated with walls of glorious epitaphs and depictions of the deceased. In the centre of the room, a raised stone platform supports a sarcophagus of gold. Dusty with sand and forgotten years, the piece would have to be dusted to be able to see the face in the design and whether the tomb's resident was male or female. Upon the walls are long strips of story, written in hieroglyphs. Some of it is shown in pictures and images, other sections in words. Around the room are regular chests, locked tight and surely filled with wonders. One large tapestry hangs at the back of the chamber with what may have once been a beautiful depiction. Now, moth-eaten and worm-ridden, it barely holds together enough to stay aloft. In each corner of the chamber are thin, plinth columns. Upon each is a canopic jar of the dead.
@zoser and @elysia now each have a decision to make... Whilst Iahotep H'Naddar stands guard upon the entryway that just vacated, there are efforts to be made to discover the source of that music and the identity of the tomb's mummy...
OPTIONS
1. Approach the sarcophagus. Tombs were built differently depending on the gender and rank of the buried. Perhaps learning the dead's identity would solve the structure of the tomb and how to best get out?
2. Alternatively, read the walls. The script is ancient and would need a skilled linguist to translate the messages written in gold and painted tile.
3. Investigate the room: the curtain at the back, the chests, the canopic jars... Surely there is a clue somewhere as to where that music is coming from or how you might find a way out?
Timaeus could feel his heart sputter in his chest when the sandstone wall blocking their path came into view. His eyes widened in shock and a little noise of disbelief escaped his chest as the Colchian halted his breakneck pace. However, between the darkness and his hurried gait, there simply wasn’t enough time for Tim to come to a complete halt before he crashed into the wall, groaning as the stone did the work of ending their mad dash to freedom for him. His arms and chest hurt like Hades when he managed to peel himself off the wall and the boy was just about certain that there would be a series of fresh bruises blossoming beneath this heavy fabric, but he couldn’t afford to think about the damage that the smooth wall had done.
Not when the boys still needed to find a way out of this tunnel.
Even though the truth was plain to see, as neither of them had seen the tunnel branch off in another direction, Tim refused to believe that they were trapped like this. There had to be a way out, there just had to be. Immediately jumping into action, Tim ran his hands along the walls, searching for some sort of button or anything of that sort that might reveal that this wall was a hidden door. Although it was certainly a far-fetched idea and was nothing more than false hope at best, Tim felt that he had to try. After all, there had been legends in Greece about Egyptian tunnels like this with hidden traps and concealed entryways. Who was to say that they weren’t true?
It seemed to be that whoever had spread those tales had never been to this tunnel as there was nothing, but smooth stone wherever Tim touched. This didn’t discourage the sixteen-year-old in the slightest nor did his friend’s quiet statement about regretting getting them caught in this mess discourage the young soldier either. It didn’t matter that the writing was on the wall and the flickering torches at the end of the hall were growing nearer. Tim was not going to go down without first giving it everything he had and then some. This almost foolish level of hardheadedness was just his Colchian blood roaring to life after all.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Adre curling up into a ball on the floor, trying to hide among the shadows. Tim would later admit that this was a brilliant idea, but he was so focused on finding a way out that he didn’t move to join him. It would have been a smart idea too given how dark the piles of fabric adorning their bodies were, but it would have only bought them a few moments. The soldiers had seen them go down this tunnel. Hiding in the shadows would be fruitless if they knew that this pathway went nowhere. They needed to find another way out and quickly because if the soldiers found them like this, there was no way that the boys would be able to fight them off with the simple knives tucked underneath their clothes.
Luckily for them, this wasn’t something that they would have to consider as when Timaeus ran his hand along the eastern wall, he was shocked to discover a small crevice running through it. After a careful albeit rushed examination of the break, Tim had to thank his lucky stars that it was big enough to fit the boys and not much else. The soldiers would not be able to follow the lanky teens if they took this route wherever it may lead to… Though if the sound of the greek voice on the other side of this crack was any indication, it might be just as dangerous. The last time Tim and Adre had listened to a Greek voice had ended with the Athenian in a pit of quicksand, after all. Even though Tim was not eager to repeat the experience, they didn’t have much of an option.
That was why the young man was quick to forcibly haul Adre up to his feet and hurriedly pushing him towards the crack. His rough actions were not caused by anything other than sheer panic and once the boys were out of range of the Egyptian weaponry, he would apologize profusely. However, right now the boys had to get out here before they were caught in a tunnel that they were not supposed to be in, wearing clothes that did not match their gender in this conservative society. Tim was fairly certain that Adre would understand as Tim barreled into the crack hoping that his friend was close behind as he shimmed through the break and hopefully away from any knives or arrows that the soldiers might be have.
Tim could only silently pray to the gods that he had made the right decision…
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Timaeus could feel his heart sputter in his chest when the sandstone wall blocking their path came into view. His eyes widened in shock and a little noise of disbelief escaped his chest as the Colchian halted his breakneck pace. However, between the darkness and his hurried gait, there simply wasn’t enough time for Tim to come to a complete halt before he crashed into the wall, groaning as the stone did the work of ending their mad dash to freedom for him. His arms and chest hurt like Hades when he managed to peel himself off the wall and the boy was just about certain that there would be a series of fresh bruises blossoming beneath this heavy fabric, but he couldn’t afford to think about the damage that the smooth wall had done.
Not when the boys still needed to find a way out of this tunnel.
Even though the truth was plain to see, as neither of them had seen the tunnel branch off in another direction, Tim refused to believe that they were trapped like this. There had to be a way out, there just had to be. Immediately jumping into action, Tim ran his hands along the walls, searching for some sort of button or anything of that sort that might reveal that this wall was a hidden door. Although it was certainly a far-fetched idea and was nothing more than false hope at best, Tim felt that he had to try. After all, there had been legends in Greece about Egyptian tunnels like this with hidden traps and concealed entryways. Who was to say that they weren’t true?
It seemed to be that whoever had spread those tales had never been to this tunnel as there was nothing, but smooth stone wherever Tim touched. This didn’t discourage the sixteen-year-old in the slightest nor did his friend’s quiet statement about regretting getting them caught in this mess discourage the young soldier either. It didn’t matter that the writing was on the wall and the flickering torches at the end of the hall were growing nearer. Tim was not going to go down without first giving it everything he had and then some. This almost foolish level of hardheadedness was just his Colchian blood roaring to life after all.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Adre curling up into a ball on the floor, trying to hide among the shadows. Tim would later admit that this was a brilliant idea, but he was so focused on finding a way out that he didn’t move to join him. It would have been a smart idea too given how dark the piles of fabric adorning their bodies were, but it would have only bought them a few moments. The soldiers had seen them go down this tunnel. Hiding in the shadows would be fruitless if they knew that this pathway went nowhere. They needed to find another way out and quickly because if the soldiers found them like this, there was no way that the boys would be able to fight them off with the simple knives tucked underneath their clothes.
Luckily for them, this wasn’t something that they would have to consider as when Timaeus ran his hand along the eastern wall, he was shocked to discover a small crevice running through it. After a careful albeit rushed examination of the break, Tim had to thank his lucky stars that it was big enough to fit the boys and not much else. The soldiers would not be able to follow the lanky teens if they took this route wherever it may lead to… Though if the sound of the greek voice on the other side of this crack was any indication, it might be just as dangerous. The last time Tim and Adre had listened to a Greek voice had ended with the Athenian in a pit of quicksand, after all. Even though Tim was not eager to repeat the experience, they didn’t have much of an option.
That was why the young man was quick to forcibly haul Adre up to his feet and hurriedly pushing him towards the crack. His rough actions were not caused by anything other than sheer panic and once the boys were out of range of the Egyptian weaponry, he would apologize profusely. However, right now the boys had to get out here before they were caught in a tunnel that they were not supposed to be in, wearing clothes that did not match their gender in this conservative society. Tim was fairly certain that Adre would understand as Tim barreled into the crack hoping that his friend was close behind as he shimmed through the break and hopefully away from any knives or arrows that the soldiers might be have.
Tim could only silently pray to the gods that he had made the right decision…
Timaeus could feel his heart sputter in his chest when the sandstone wall blocking their path came into view. His eyes widened in shock and a little noise of disbelief escaped his chest as the Colchian halted his breakneck pace. However, between the darkness and his hurried gait, there simply wasn’t enough time for Tim to come to a complete halt before he crashed into the wall, groaning as the stone did the work of ending their mad dash to freedom for him. His arms and chest hurt like Hades when he managed to peel himself off the wall and the boy was just about certain that there would be a series of fresh bruises blossoming beneath this heavy fabric, but he couldn’t afford to think about the damage that the smooth wall had done.
Not when the boys still needed to find a way out of this tunnel.
Even though the truth was plain to see, as neither of them had seen the tunnel branch off in another direction, Tim refused to believe that they were trapped like this. There had to be a way out, there just had to be. Immediately jumping into action, Tim ran his hands along the walls, searching for some sort of button or anything of that sort that might reveal that this wall was a hidden door. Although it was certainly a far-fetched idea and was nothing more than false hope at best, Tim felt that he had to try. After all, there had been legends in Greece about Egyptian tunnels like this with hidden traps and concealed entryways. Who was to say that they weren’t true?
It seemed to be that whoever had spread those tales had never been to this tunnel as there was nothing, but smooth stone wherever Tim touched. This didn’t discourage the sixteen-year-old in the slightest nor did his friend’s quiet statement about regretting getting them caught in this mess discourage the young soldier either. It didn’t matter that the writing was on the wall and the flickering torches at the end of the hall were growing nearer. Tim was not going to go down without first giving it everything he had and then some. This almost foolish level of hardheadedness was just his Colchian blood roaring to life after all.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Adre curling up into a ball on the floor, trying to hide among the shadows. Tim would later admit that this was a brilliant idea, but he was so focused on finding a way out that he didn’t move to join him. It would have been a smart idea too given how dark the piles of fabric adorning their bodies were, but it would have only bought them a few moments. The soldiers had seen them go down this tunnel. Hiding in the shadows would be fruitless if they knew that this pathway went nowhere. They needed to find another way out and quickly because if the soldiers found them like this, there was no way that the boys would be able to fight them off with the simple knives tucked underneath their clothes.
Luckily for them, this wasn’t something that they would have to consider as when Timaeus ran his hand along the eastern wall, he was shocked to discover a small crevice running through it. After a careful albeit rushed examination of the break, Tim had to thank his lucky stars that it was big enough to fit the boys and not much else. The soldiers would not be able to follow the lanky teens if they took this route wherever it may lead to… Though if the sound of the greek voice on the other side of this crack was any indication, it might be just as dangerous. The last time Tim and Adre had listened to a Greek voice had ended with the Athenian in a pit of quicksand, after all. Even though Tim was not eager to repeat the experience, they didn’t have much of an option.
That was why the young man was quick to forcibly haul Adre up to his feet and hurriedly pushing him towards the crack. His rough actions were not caused by anything other than sheer panic and once the boys were out of range of the Egyptian weaponry, he would apologize profusely. However, right now the boys had to get out here before they were caught in a tunnel that they were not supposed to be in, wearing clothes that did not match their gender in this conservative society. Tim was fairly certain that Adre would understand as Tim barreled into the crack hoping that his friend was close behind as he shimmed through the break and hopefully away from any knives or arrows that the soldiers might be have.
Tim could only silently pray to the gods that he had made the right decision…
Zoser’s arms fell away and Elysia kept her eyes pinned to his shoulder while General Iahotep helpfully pointed out that this might be a quicker death. That wasn’t something she wanted to hear and she glanced up at Zoser’s face to see how he would react. Her resolve hardened. No. This wouldn’t be their end. It was stupid to survive a cave in only to starve to death.
Stepping back from Zoser, she dusted off her dress and let down the ruins of her hair. While the men deliberated, Elysia looked around the room in which they stood. The hieroglyphs meant nothing to her. She could pick out a word here or there but only if it was Horus or one of the other gods and that didn’t even mean that what she was seeing was what that glyph was saying. The Horus symbol might mean any number of things. She could be here for years trying to figure out what the walls meant.
There was a curtain at the back of the room that she toyed with looking behind. Jars stood on a shelf, each made out of delicate pottery. The lids of the jars were each different. One looked to be a jackal, another possessed a human face. The other two were ones she could easily identify as a hippo and a falcon. Elysia was vaguely aware that they were probably references to gods but the significance of them was not fully impressed upon her. She merely knew what was in them and had no desire whatsoever to ever open one. Mummification was disgusting.
That left the sarcophagus in the middle of the room. Despite her feelings on mummification and mummies in general, the sarcophagus was kind enough to usually have a lid or even a mask of the person entombed within. Elysia wanted to find the music and did not believe it was coming from the sarcophagus, but she didn’t want to leave this room without seeing who was buried here. If she could read the inscriptions, that was and so she approached. She sneezed once she got close.
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Zoser’s arms fell away and Elysia kept her eyes pinned to his shoulder while General Iahotep helpfully pointed out that this might be a quicker death. That wasn’t something she wanted to hear and she glanced up at Zoser’s face to see how he would react. Her resolve hardened. No. This wouldn’t be their end. It was stupid to survive a cave in only to starve to death.
Stepping back from Zoser, she dusted off her dress and let down the ruins of her hair. While the men deliberated, Elysia looked around the room in which they stood. The hieroglyphs meant nothing to her. She could pick out a word here or there but only if it was Horus or one of the other gods and that didn’t even mean that what she was seeing was what that glyph was saying. The Horus symbol might mean any number of things. She could be here for years trying to figure out what the walls meant.
There was a curtain at the back of the room that she toyed with looking behind. Jars stood on a shelf, each made out of delicate pottery. The lids of the jars were each different. One looked to be a jackal, another possessed a human face. The other two were ones she could easily identify as a hippo and a falcon. Elysia was vaguely aware that they were probably references to gods but the significance of them was not fully impressed upon her. She merely knew what was in them and had no desire whatsoever to ever open one. Mummification was disgusting.
That left the sarcophagus in the middle of the room. Despite her feelings on mummification and mummies in general, the sarcophagus was kind enough to usually have a lid or even a mask of the person entombed within. Elysia wanted to find the music and did not believe it was coming from the sarcophagus, but she didn’t want to leave this room without seeing who was buried here. If she could read the inscriptions, that was and so she approached. She sneezed once she got close.
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Zoser’s arms fell away and Elysia kept her eyes pinned to his shoulder while General Iahotep helpfully pointed out that this might be a quicker death. That wasn’t something she wanted to hear and she glanced up at Zoser’s face to see how he would react. Her resolve hardened. No. This wouldn’t be their end. It was stupid to survive a cave in only to starve to death.
Stepping back from Zoser, she dusted off her dress and let down the ruins of her hair. While the men deliberated, Elysia looked around the room in which they stood. The hieroglyphs meant nothing to her. She could pick out a word here or there but only if it was Horus or one of the other gods and that didn’t even mean that what she was seeing was what that glyph was saying. The Horus symbol might mean any number of things. She could be here for years trying to figure out what the walls meant.
There was a curtain at the back of the room that she toyed with looking behind. Jars stood on a shelf, each made out of delicate pottery. The lids of the jars were each different. One looked to be a jackal, another possessed a human face. The other two were ones she could easily identify as a hippo and a falcon. Elysia was vaguely aware that they were probably references to gods but the significance of them was not fully impressed upon her. She merely knew what was in them and had no desire whatsoever to ever open one. Mummification was disgusting.
That left the sarcophagus in the middle of the room. Despite her feelings on mummification and mummies in general, the sarcophagus was kind enough to usually have a lid or even a mask of the person entombed within. Elysia wanted to find the music and did not believe it was coming from the sarcophagus, but she didn’t want to leave this room without seeing who was buried here. If she could read the inscriptions, that was and so she approached. She sneezed once she got close.
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Sniffing a slight, dark laugh at the General's pessimistic response, Zoser turned to humor as he often did when he was uncertain, "Cheerful thoughts as always, General. And such little faith in the heathen greed of thieves that know what lies here..."
He tutted his tongue and smirked slightly, glancing to Elysia in hopes that the humor might keep them all from descending into the fear of dying from starvation or suffocation in the hours to come. He was used to his humor being poorly received at this point - too fanciful and Greek for the stoic Egyptian tastes. Never blunt enough.
As their attentions shifted to the room around them, Zoser felt the nagging tug of curiosity. Certainly this was not the main tomb, was it? Why would it have been hidden on such a small offshoot of a corridor?
There were many questions that the Egyptians had about their ancient ancestors. Many traditions, such as the art of mummification and the traditional ways they guided the spirits of their dead through the underworld and before the eyes of the gods. Some things changed over time, and even where they had been carefully removing the art from the entrance so it could be relocated to a new resting place, there were stark differences in the way this tomb had been designed.
Daring to take a few steps, the rubble crumbling beneath the soles of his sandals, he blinked through the clearing air and raised the torch to get a glimpse of the room. Even in this smaller chamber, the sound of the music echoed so that it could not quite be pinpointed, which in itself was frustrating.
Elysia sneezed, the sound of it seeming sharp and too loud in that moment, immediately sending Zoser's eyes skyward. He sighed in relief as he noted the ceiling in this room to be uncracked and solid. His eyes held there, though, as he raised the torch higher and followed the lines of the decor until it led to a large portion of wall, thick with script in red, blue, black, and gold...
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Sniffing a slight, dark laugh at the General's pessimistic response, Zoser turned to humor as he often did when he was uncertain, "Cheerful thoughts as always, General. And such little faith in the heathen greed of thieves that know what lies here..."
He tutted his tongue and smirked slightly, glancing to Elysia in hopes that the humor might keep them all from descending into the fear of dying from starvation or suffocation in the hours to come. He was used to his humor being poorly received at this point - too fanciful and Greek for the stoic Egyptian tastes. Never blunt enough.
As their attentions shifted to the room around them, Zoser felt the nagging tug of curiosity. Certainly this was not the main tomb, was it? Why would it have been hidden on such a small offshoot of a corridor?
There were many questions that the Egyptians had about their ancient ancestors. Many traditions, such as the art of mummification and the traditional ways they guided the spirits of their dead through the underworld and before the eyes of the gods. Some things changed over time, and even where they had been carefully removing the art from the entrance so it could be relocated to a new resting place, there were stark differences in the way this tomb had been designed.
Daring to take a few steps, the rubble crumbling beneath the soles of his sandals, he blinked through the clearing air and raised the torch to get a glimpse of the room. Even in this smaller chamber, the sound of the music echoed so that it could not quite be pinpointed, which in itself was frustrating.
Elysia sneezed, the sound of it seeming sharp and too loud in that moment, immediately sending Zoser's eyes skyward. He sighed in relief as he noted the ceiling in this room to be uncracked and solid. His eyes held there, though, as he raised the torch higher and followed the lines of the decor until it led to a large portion of wall, thick with script in red, blue, black, and gold...
Option 2
Sniffing a slight, dark laugh at the General's pessimistic response, Zoser turned to humor as he often did when he was uncertain, "Cheerful thoughts as always, General. And such little faith in the heathen greed of thieves that know what lies here..."
He tutted his tongue and smirked slightly, glancing to Elysia in hopes that the humor might keep them all from descending into the fear of dying from starvation or suffocation in the hours to come. He was used to his humor being poorly received at this point - too fanciful and Greek for the stoic Egyptian tastes. Never blunt enough.
As their attentions shifted to the room around them, Zoser felt the nagging tug of curiosity. Certainly this was not the main tomb, was it? Why would it have been hidden on such a small offshoot of a corridor?
There were many questions that the Egyptians had about their ancient ancestors. Many traditions, such as the art of mummification and the traditional ways they guided the spirits of their dead through the underworld and before the eyes of the gods. Some things changed over time, and even where they had been carefully removing the art from the entrance so it could be relocated to a new resting place, there were stark differences in the way this tomb had been designed.
Daring to take a few steps, the rubble crumbling beneath the soles of his sandals, he blinked through the clearing air and raised the torch to get a glimpse of the room. Even in this smaller chamber, the sound of the music echoed so that it could not quite be pinpointed, which in itself was frustrating.
Elysia sneezed, the sound of it seeming sharp and too loud in that moment, immediately sending Zoser's eyes skyward. He sighed in relief as he noted the ceiling in this room to be uncracked and solid. His eyes held there, though, as he raised the torch higher and followed the lines of the decor until it led to a large portion of wall, thick with script in red, blue, black, and gold...
