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Kissan was, for any prying curious eyes, on the an errand for the Pharaoh. Delivering this missive or that to his uncle from the Pharaoh's stern hand. Yet the time allotted him to deliver it was very obviously done with the intention that the boy would visit home while he did so. After all, the Pharaoh wanted to make sure the family saw his new recruit often enough to remain fond of the boy should he need to turn any proverbial screws. So it was that Kissan found himself occasionally on a longer leash than normal.
Wandering through the Rofah township, he was meandering his way past the shops searching for suitable gifts for the twins when he heard a loud ruckus coming from the center of the township. Smiling and nodding to the merchant, Kissan excused himself and worked his way closer to the source of the sounds.
To his astonishment, he came into an area being decorated with colorful banners and ribbons. Strangely painted and clothed egyptians walked past him and he tilted his head as he saw a group of men fighting with what appeared to be a very very large pig.
"Hey!" he called striding over with all the confidence being the son of a noble family and favored student to a Pharaoh would give him. "What are you doing there? What is that?" he called. Yet as he did so, and the men became distracted the large beast pushed its way out of the container it was being stuffed into and made a break for it.
"Oi! It's gettin away! Catch it boy! That calf's worth a fortune!"
Had he had a moment to truly process that it was not in fact a pig but instead a juvenile hippo, Kissan may have thought better of his next actions. Sadly he did not.
So it was that the noble son of H'Haikaddad and a myriad of circus performers all threw themselves at the large hippo calf in an attempt to catch it, and most it appeared, failed.
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Kissan was, for any prying curious eyes, on the an errand for the Pharaoh. Delivering this missive or that to his uncle from the Pharaoh's stern hand. Yet the time allotted him to deliver it was very obviously done with the intention that the boy would visit home while he did so. After all, the Pharaoh wanted to make sure the family saw his new recruit often enough to remain fond of the boy should he need to turn any proverbial screws. So it was that Kissan found himself occasionally on a longer leash than normal.
Wandering through the Rofah township, he was meandering his way past the shops searching for suitable gifts for the twins when he heard a loud ruckus coming from the center of the township. Smiling and nodding to the merchant, Kissan excused himself and worked his way closer to the source of the sounds.
To his astonishment, he came into an area being decorated with colorful banners and ribbons. Strangely painted and clothed egyptians walked past him and he tilted his head as he saw a group of men fighting with what appeared to be a very very large pig.
"Hey!" he called striding over with all the confidence being the son of a noble family and favored student to a Pharaoh would give him. "What are you doing there? What is that?" he called. Yet as he did so, and the men became distracted the large beast pushed its way out of the container it was being stuffed into and made a break for it.
"Oi! It's gettin away! Catch it boy! That calf's worth a fortune!"
Had he had a moment to truly process that it was not in fact a pig but instead a juvenile hippo, Kissan may have thought better of his next actions. Sadly he did not.
So it was that the noble son of H'Haikaddad and a myriad of circus performers all threw themselves at the large hippo calf in an attempt to catch it, and most it appeared, failed.
Kissan was, for any prying curious eyes, on the an errand for the Pharaoh. Delivering this missive or that to his uncle from the Pharaoh's stern hand. Yet the time allotted him to deliver it was very obviously done with the intention that the boy would visit home while he did so. After all, the Pharaoh wanted to make sure the family saw his new recruit often enough to remain fond of the boy should he need to turn any proverbial screws. So it was that Kissan found himself occasionally on a longer leash than normal.
Wandering through the Rofah township, he was meandering his way past the shops searching for suitable gifts for the twins when he heard a loud ruckus coming from the center of the township. Smiling and nodding to the merchant, Kissan excused himself and worked his way closer to the source of the sounds.
To his astonishment, he came into an area being decorated with colorful banners and ribbons. Strangely painted and clothed egyptians walked past him and he tilted his head as he saw a group of men fighting with what appeared to be a very very large pig.
"Hey!" he called striding over with all the confidence being the son of a noble family and favored student to a Pharaoh would give him. "What are you doing there? What is that?" he called. Yet as he did so, and the men became distracted the large beast pushed its way out of the container it was being stuffed into and made a break for it.
"Oi! It's gettin away! Catch it boy! That calf's worth a fortune!"
Had he had a moment to truly process that it was not in fact a pig but instead a juvenile hippo, Kissan may have thought better of his next actions. Sadly he did not.
So it was that the noble son of H'Haikaddad and a myriad of circus performers all threw themselves at the large hippo calf in an attempt to catch it, and most it appeared, failed.
After this rather unfortunate meeting with the sirdar of Hei Haikaddad, Amenemhat was left with a conundrum.
A very large one, at that.
Rofah was infested with hippos. While the settlement itself was contained, the outerlying area was not so lucky. Always, one needed to keep an eye out, for while not inherently vicious creatures, these things lived in force and in the end, claimed some sort of territory. To the Tempest of Set, who was well-versed in handling even larger animals than this, it wouldn't be a permanent problem. But, a problem it was nevertheless. One that he was fostering a grudge against the sirdar for his unwillingness to tackle.
Too broke to protect his people, it's a wonder there's been peace in this town at all, he mused just as he watched the slaves working in tandem to drive large wooden pikes into the earth. As they assembled a palisade, he had the beast tamers work in earnest, a slow and steady effort tha required more hands than the more problematic job. Slaves were not fighters, and would not be armed in order to stave off any sort of attack. It was just as likely that they'd use it against the ringmaster's men, after all.
Ungrateful reprobates, fulfilling their purpose is not enough for them.
He would lament, but in the end, their philosophies and their rationale wouldn't weigh on the ringmaster's mind. Instead, the man held a tablet in his hand, intent on breaking up between his fingers just as he watched, keenly aware of the predicament and how a dash of opium would relax the man and allow him a clearer sense of how to proceed. Hamidi was taking charge, preparing several of Nem's men and arming them with shields and spears. It wasn't often that the Tempest of Set needed to bear arms, but certainly, this was one of them.
"Hey! What are you doing there? What is that?"
An unfamiliar voice called out with that haughtiness that only came with being told by mommy and daddy that you were their best little trooper. Amenemhat might've stopped the boy, called out to him wondering who the fuck he was and why the hell he was here, but he didn't get the words out fast enough. Hamidi sent three men forward, and Nem could see it on his face that he was enjoying every second of watching them throw down with a hippo. They slid off from slick flesh, then were knocked aside by a massive head. The thing lashed out like a lunatic, and these fuckers could only flop in dampened sand, trying to avoid its feet and tiny tusks.
Being gored by a hippo seems a poor use of my men, he reflected, even as the laughter escaped his lips.
"Are you fucking around Hamidi? A man's comin' out of your pay if one of them gets trampled, you know."
With a noncommittal 'feh', the beast tamer let out a whistle, calling them back, but they threw themselves back at the hippo, this time with a fourth among their ranks. The 'best little trooper' was there with the ranks, right in the path of a charging beast. Rather than let the kid react, Nem charged as well. He ran just behind the boy, then threw an arm over his shoulder. Intent on grappling him for a moment, he pulled the both of them out of the hippo's path before he left the work to Hamidi. With a stranger in their midst, there was no time for caution.
A spear impaled the hippo straight through its face, a scream followed by wobbling movement before it fell to the ground, dead. There were other beasts who witnessed the deed, and by no means were they intimidated. Beady, animal eyes locked on the Bedoan beast tamer, and Nem figured he had just enough time to ask the Egyptian brat a couple of questions.
"You, kid. I don't know what kind of death wish you have, but there's probably some battlefield with Greeks for you to see it through on. Who are you, and why should I care?"
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After this rather unfortunate meeting with the sirdar of Hei Haikaddad, Amenemhat was left with a conundrum.
A very large one, at that.
Rofah was infested with hippos. While the settlement itself was contained, the outerlying area was not so lucky. Always, one needed to keep an eye out, for while not inherently vicious creatures, these things lived in force and in the end, claimed some sort of territory. To the Tempest of Set, who was well-versed in handling even larger animals than this, it wouldn't be a permanent problem. But, a problem it was nevertheless. One that he was fostering a grudge against the sirdar for his unwillingness to tackle.
Too broke to protect his people, it's a wonder there's been peace in this town at all, he mused just as he watched the slaves working in tandem to drive large wooden pikes into the earth. As they assembled a palisade, he had the beast tamers work in earnest, a slow and steady effort tha required more hands than the more problematic job. Slaves were not fighters, and would not be armed in order to stave off any sort of attack. It was just as likely that they'd use it against the ringmaster's men, after all.
Ungrateful reprobates, fulfilling their purpose is not enough for them.
He would lament, but in the end, their philosophies and their rationale wouldn't weigh on the ringmaster's mind. Instead, the man held a tablet in his hand, intent on breaking up between his fingers just as he watched, keenly aware of the predicament and how a dash of opium would relax the man and allow him a clearer sense of how to proceed. Hamidi was taking charge, preparing several of Nem's men and arming them with shields and spears. It wasn't often that the Tempest of Set needed to bear arms, but certainly, this was one of them.
"Hey! What are you doing there? What is that?"
An unfamiliar voice called out with that haughtiness that only came with being told by mommy and daddy that you were their best little trooper. Amenemhat might've stopped the boy, called out to him wondering who the fuck he was and why the hell he was here, but he didn't get the words out fast enough. Hamidi sent three men forward, and Nem could see it on his face that he was enjoying every second of watching them throw down with a hippo. They slid off from slick flesh, then were knocked aside by a massive head. The thing lashed out like a lunatic, and these fuckers could only flop in dampened sand, trying to avoid its feet and tiny tusks.
Being gored by a hippo seems a poor use of my men, he reflected, even as the laughter escaped his lips.
"Are you fucking around Hamidi? A man's comin' out of your pay if one of them gets trampled, you know."
With a noncommittal 'feh', the beast tamer let out a whistle, calling them back, but they threw themselves back at the hippo, this time with a fourth among their ranks. The 'best little trooper' was there with the ranks, right in the path of a charging beast. Rather than let the kid react, Nem charged as well. He ran just behind the boy, then threw an arm over his shoulder. Intent on grappling him for a moment, he pulled the both of them out of the hippo's path before he left the work to Hamidi. With a stranger in their midst, there was no time for caution.
A spear impaled the hippo straight through its face, a scream followed by wobbling movement before it fell to the ground, dead. There were other beasts who witnessed the deed, and by no means were they intimidated. Beady, animal eyes locked on the Bedoan beast tamer, and Nem figured he had just enough time to ask the Egyptian brat a couple of questions.
"You, kid. I don't know what kind of death wish you have, but there's probably some battlefield with Greeks for you to see it through on. Who are you, and why should I care?"
After this rather unfortunate meeting with the sirdar of Hei Haikaddad, Amenemhat was left with a conundrum.
A very large one, at that.
Rofah was infested with hippos. While the settlement itself was contained, the outerlying area was not so lucky. Always, one needed to keep an eye out, for while not inherently vicious creatures, these things lived in force and in the end, claimed some sort of territory. To the Tempest of Set, who was well-versed in handling even larger animals than this, it wouldn't be a permanent problem. But, a problem it was nevertheless. One that he was fostering a grudge against the sirdar for his unwillingness to tackle.
Too broke to protect his people, it's a wonder there's been peace in this town at all, he mused just as he watched the slaves working in tandem to drive large wooden pikes into the earth. As they assembled a palisade, he had the beast tamers work in earnest, a slow and steady effort tha required more hands than the more problematic job. Slaves were not fighters, and would not be armed in order to stave off any sort of attack. It was just as likely that they'd use it against the ringmaster's men, after all.
Ungrateful reprobates, fulfilling their purpose is not enough for them.
He would lament, but in the end, their philosophies and their rationale wouldn't weigh on the ringmaster's mind. Instead, the man held a tablet in his hand, intent on breaking up between his fingers just as he watched, keenly aware of the predicament and how a dash of opium would relax the man and allow him a clearer sense of how to proceed. Hamidi was taking charge, preparing several of Nem's men and arming them with shields and spears. It wasn't often that the Tempest of Set needed to bear arms, but certainly, this was one of them.
"Hey! What are you doing there? What is that?"
An unfamiliar voice called out with that haughtiness that only came with being told by mommy and daddy that you were their best little trooper. Amenemhat might've stopped the boy, called out to him wondering who the fuck he was and why the hell he was here, but he didn't get the words out fast enough. Hamidi sent three men forward, and Nem could see it on his face that he was enjoying every second of watching them throw down with a hippo. They slid off from slick flesh, then were knocked aside by a massive head. The thing lashed out like a lunatic, and these fuckers could only flop in dampened sand, trying to avoid its feet and tiny tusks.
Being gored by a hippo seems a poor use of my men, he reflected, even as the laughter escaped his lips.
"Are you fucking around Hamidi? A man's comin' out of your pay if one of them gets trampled, you know."
With a noncommittal 'feh', the beast tamer let out a whistle, calling them back, but they threw themselves back at the hippo, this time with a fourth among their ranks. The 'best little trooper' was there with the ranks, right in the path of a charging beast. Rather than let the kid react, Nem charged as well. He ran just behind the boy, then threw an arm over his shoulder. Intent on grappling him for a moment, he pulled the both of them out of the hippo's path before he left the work to Hamidi. With a stranger in their midst, there was no time for caution.
A spear impaled the hippo straight through its face, a scream followed by wobbling movement before it fell to the ground, dead. There were other beasts who witnessed the deed, and by no means were they intimidated. Beady, animal eyes locked on the Bedoan beast tamer, and Nem figured he had just enough time to ask the Egyptian brat a couple of questions.
"You, kid. I don't know what kind of death wish you have, but there's probably some battlefield with Greeks for you to see it through on. Who are you, and why should I care?"