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”Pronouns. Don’t talk to me about pronouns,” Jamie mutters, shaking her head. Despite Dhakira’s healing, she still sports a bruise on her eye from the adherer’s mean left hook.
The halfling lets the others continue to chat as she searches the room, being careful not to disturb the cats’ bodies strewn about the chamber.
After the fight with the cats, Dhakira looks around the group, »How is everyone feeling? Need anymore magic healing before we go on? »
She nods her head at Uthe’s explanations to Ammon, understanding how translation can be complicated, but doesn’t want to intervene in their conversation.
"I'm alright." Jazadi shrugs before searching the room alongside Jamie.
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"I don't think my shield will ever be the same again, but I'm fine." Say'ri says. When Ammon proves to be remarkably knowledgeable about yet another area of esoterica Say'ri raises an eyebrow.
"You seem to know any awful lot about practically everything Ammon. What did you say you did before this? Are you in fact the reincarnated spirit of a librarian? Possibly red-headed and female?"
Even she isn't quite sure why she adds the last question but it just feels so... right.
Jazadi carefully searches what appears to be an unfinished crypt, but finds nothing important or valuable.
Shoving through the next set of stone doors takes some work, but with a couple of helpers, it slowly gives way.
A stone sarcophagus rests atop a stone platform occupying the southern end of this room. The lid of the sarcophagus bears the likeness of a man and is inlaid with gemstones and trimmed in gold. Two lacquered benches run parallel to the east and west walls just north of the platform. Hieroglyphs line the walls of the chamber, and stone torch holders are set in all four corners.
The hieroglyphs on the walls tell the story of Pentheru the Younger in Ancient Osiriani, starting with the elevation of his father Pentheru the Elder to nobility, his subsequent death, and Pentheru the Younger’s inheritance of his father’s title and lands. The story boasts of their prosperity and success as land managers, the justness with which the family lived their lives, and the care with which they treated their slaves and servants. The text calls upon the gods to smile upon Pentheru the Younger and bless him with a good and just life in the Great Beyond.
Alongside Pentheru’s mummified body inside the sarcophagus is a small cat mummy, a mummified guardian. As soon as the casket is opened, a cold chill sweeps over the room.
It was probably placed here to ward off intruders and protect Pentheru’s corpse. Besides the mummified guardian, the sarcophagus also contains Pentheru’s gold funerary mask, worth 150 gp, and a gold-and-turquoise scarab pendent worth 50 gp. In addition, several small semiprecious stones worth a total of 40 gp can be pried off of the sarcophagus. If the gold trim is salvaged from the sarcophagus, it is worth an additional 10 gp.
Jazadi feels the strange chill of the guardian's power, but stands her ground.
"I'm a bit banged up, but I'll be okay for now," Jamie tells Dhakira.
The halfling doesn't flinch at the mummified guardian's attempt to frighten her. Instead, her eyes light up with avarice as she works to catalog all the treasures within.
"Let's head into the manor proper, Falcons."
Ammon blinks at Uthe's explanation. "You mean every time someone says 'I' or something that sounds like it, you think of female genitalia?"
He looks between Say'ri and Uthe, then blushes. "Ah, I mean..., not 'I', but thank you for the explanation. 'Ammon' will try to keep that in mind."
When Say'ri confronts him about previous knowledge, he looks away a bit, embarassed. "I wouldn't say I know a lot about 'everything', but I'll take that as a compliment. The things I've said so far are all pretty basic knowledge about ancient Osirion, and stuff regarding the old gods were only their most known stories. I thought you of all people would know this?"
He then sighs and considers something before continuing. "...To be fair, that's not all of it, though. Reading about the better times of my country was a hobby of sorts. It got me through the more boring parts of travelling at sea. And when I died and woke up again with this necklace, I figured Osiris had selected me to rekindle faith. So... that's when I used up what meager savings I had to read into whatever relevant thing I could. If these stories bother you, I could tone them down, of course."
You get the feeling he is mostly truthful but that there's something he's not telling you. Also, he pretty much immediately forgot not to use 'I' - there were lots of those in that speech. Wait, was that a grin?
His eyes twitch a bit, but otherwise Ammon stands his ground. He looks at the Dhakira, then back at the casket, then Dhakira again. "Is that cat a magical device, a simple mummy, or both? Can we even take that with us, or does that count as disregarding the sanctity of the dead?" he wonders aloud.
When Ammon talks about his stories, Jamie chimes in. "The others may tire of your tales, Ammon, but not I! I find them fascinating. Esepecially those that have to do with death and resurrection. Perhaps they might grant me some insights into my current situation."
When Ammon talks about his stories, Jamie chimes in. "The others may tire of your tales, Ammon, but not I! I find them fascinating. Esepecially those that have to do with death and resurrection. Perhaps they might grant me some insights into my current situation."
Ammon gives Jamie a smile and nods his head slightly. "It's good to have fans," he begins, then hesitates. "You look injured, Jamie. Perhaps you should get that treated first? Are you sure this... um... 'spirit' you're channeling isn't making you reckless?"
Jamie self-consciously puts a hand to her face and turns away. "Reckless? Nonsense! I am a great warrior! I won't let a little bump on the noggin slow me down!"
The amurrun seems to not even notice the magical fear as she shakes her head again at yet another mummified cat. Her pupils widen a bit at the sight of the gold, however.
"Unless there are secret chambers that we haven't found, we should head back up to the mansion," Uthe suggests. "Or we could find what the market holds for these shiny trinkets."
« I too enjoy your stories Ammon, I do have some knowledge of religion and history, but learning more is always a pleasure. » .
She looks at him more closely, then gets closer to his side and says in a softer voice [ b] « And if you ever need to unburden yourself of something you find yourself reluctant to talk about, my hear will always be there my friend. » [/b] She smiles kindly to him and slows down to take her regular place behind the group.
She looks at Jezadi, but more closely to Jamie, « Well if you’re sure you don’t need my help, let’s carry on. » « Well I’m still worried. »
She looks around the writings on the wall, studying them but unable to read. »Anathing interesting Say’ri? »
When the sarcophagus is first opened, she flinches when she sees the mummy of the cat, remembering the previous fight against the hoard of undead cats. After a few seconds she realizes that the mummy is not moving and she calms down. She takes a second look at the car mummy, but can’t be certain if the fear she felt was natural or magical. »I’m not sure Ammon, I’m no expert in magical objects, and don’t have Pharasma’s power to detect magical auras today. Better wait for one of our companions with better magical knowledge to examine it before touching it. »
Walking back up the stairs on the way out of the corridor one behind the other, Ammon steps on the top step and hears a short click as the step depressed under his weight. Suddenly, spikes stab out the walls from all sides up and down the stairs, attacking all trying to leave the tomb.
Entering into the main mansion, through the doors and stepping over the scattered bones, you come across a well-preseved foyer. Brightly colored columns stand in the four corners of this foyer. Hieroglyphs cover the walls and tiled floors, obscured in places by piles of dust and sand. Open archways lead to the north, east, and west, while a set of stone double doors exit to the south.
As soon as Jamie and Jazadi take a few further tentative steps into the house to explore further, the house's front doors slam closed behind you all. A woman’s voice (the same voice you heard outside earlier) cries out in Ancient Osiriani.
Still wincing from the painful spike-trapped stairs, Jazadi is briefly taken by surprise when the sounds of battle start.
She feels odd for a moment, but she shakes it off easily enough. "Well, that was strange."
As they leave the tomb, the sorceress favors one leg over the other. Before entering the mansion again, she places a hand on Dhakira's shoulder. "Could we trouble you for some healing before we continue on?" she asks.
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Uthe spins in circles, seeking out the source of the woman's voice.
Still surprised by the attack of the spikes on the stairs, Dhakira tries to smile encouragingly to Uthe « Of course dear, I think we all need it this time. .
« Not bad but not enough. » She channels again.
»Now, that was the last of my healing energy for today. I still have the wand but we’ll have to be careful. Sometimes I wander if some of don’t know what the word means. » But her wink belies her stern words.
A wave of confusion confusion passes over her mind when she ears the woman’s words, but she shakes it off. But seing Uthe’s behavior, she tries to calm her down, »There, there, what’s going on? There’s nothing to be scared about, I believe it’s just a haunt, like earlier, outside. She puts her hand on Uthe’s arm and casts Resistance. Then she looks around to see what’s happening with the others. »I’ll have to think about casting that more often, the way things are going ».
”Ouch! Ancient jerks!”
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”Bah, just another spook! Let’s keep going!”
»Now, that was the last of my healing energy for today. I still have the wand but we’ll have to be careful. Sometimes I wander if some of don’t know what the word means.>>
"You and me both," Ammon replies, smirking. "Though, on a more serious note, if you are out of natural healing and with my arm still not working well, falling back might be a smart idea. I realize some of you haven't died yet, but it is not a pleasant experience."
As the group continues on anyway, he casts a worried glance over Jamie's seeming lack of danger sense.
Unfortunately, this distraction makes him more susceptible to the mental attack on the group that soon follows, and he suddenly draws his sword to attack the nearest party member, which happens to be Jazadi!
The next moment, Ammon snaps out of it and finds his sword firmly embedded in Jazadi's chest. "Oh gods, I... I didn't mean to...!"
His eyes quickly seek Dhakira for help!
Jazadi was about to explain the Ancient Osiriani the haunt spoke when Ammon suddenly took exception to her presence and violently stabbed her in the chest with his sword. She gives him a look of betrayal before falling backwards to the floor, unconscious and bleeding out.
”Jazadi!” Jamie drops to her knees and puts pressure on the half-elf’s wound until Dhakira can heal her.
Once the dwarf has healed her, the halfling sighs with relief. ”This place is unforgiving. Perhaps we should fall back for now and return tomorrow refreshed?”
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Say'ri goes for her pistol out of reflex, stops herself, and then almost wishes that she did... As Dhakira tries to help Jazz and Uthe spins around Say'ri breathes deeply to keep calm and heads back to the doors.
Once the doors open Say'ri pulls them firmly open and waves to everyone else. "Ammon, carry Jazz if you have to. We're falling back." She doesn't broke any dissent and hustles the entire party out of the Necropolis at speed.
Only once everyone is safely ensconced at the Tooth and Hookah, with injuries healed or mostly so, does she relax.
"So, when we go back tomorrow we avoid the front gate and the main doors. Let's work around the other side of the courtyard and see if there's a back way in. And bring a grappling hook to go over the wall with. Who is still injured? Dhakira, you're on shopping duty. Uthe and I will come with you and sell whatever we need to."
Jamie puts a comforting hand on Ammon's arm. "It wasn't your fault. Could have happened to any of us. Come on, I'll buy you a drink this time."
Ammon, who'd been staring into space and avoiding Jazadi's eyes, absently nods and lets Jamie lead him to the bar by the finger. "I could have killed her. I was *this* close. One moment, I was worrying about you, the next moment... there was this noise of fighting and nothing made sense. I felt like I was in it, and that I had to strike her down. But why? I didn't even stop to question it. Not for a second."
He takes a chug of his extra strong whiskey and looks back at the rest of the group. "I don't know what's wrong with me or Uthe. Both of us got affected by those... 'haunts' twice, but no one else did. Are we liabilities in this house? If so... why? Why are all of you resistant and not us?"
He sighs and looks Jamie in the eyes. "Think she'll forgive me?"
Jamie orders a second drink for Ammon before turning to regard him. "It was just bad luck. Anyone of us could have succumbed to those haunts' fell influence. Nobody died. That's all that matters. We will return to the manor tomorrow and persevere."
She meets Ammon's gaze, blue eyes sparkling. "There is nothing to forgive! Don't beat yourself up. There are plenty of monsters ahead to do that for you!"
As soon has she sees Jazida going down, Dhakira gets to her knees and casts her last spell of the day as CLW.
She sighs when Jazida regains consciousness, then give her another shot with the wand.
She helps her up » Are you OK to walk Sweetie? » , then says » Ammon was right, it was rash to continue without resting. Let’s go back to town. ».
She takes a drink with the others. » I don’t know why, Ammon and Uthe seem more affected by the power of haunts. We might want to look for magics with long term protection against these. Pharasma can help, but only for a short period at the time. » After a little while « Now off to bed Ammon, Honey, and alone! I will pass by your room tomorrow to make you’re recuperating properly. ».
She turns towards Say’ri » Ok Chief, taking care of one patient is light work, I will be able to go shopping with you guys after. We’ll need a list of what everyone wants, and I’ll look for some scrolls myself. »
Jazadi whimpers as Dhakira heals her. "...I think I can walk."
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She doesn't say much when the party gets back to the Tooth and Hookah, nursing a single drink and looking quite subdued.
"It was just bad luck. Anyone of us could have succumbed to those haunts' fell influence. ... Don't beat yourself up. There are plenty of monsters ahead to do that for you!"
'Luck, huh? Is that true? Isn't it the weight of my sins making me susceptible? But then, why Uthe, too?' Is she like me?'
A few seconds pass as Ammon throws back his entire first mug of strong alcohol, overthinking his small companion's words in silence. He places it down and takes the second drink with the same arm - the one he'd been favoring ever since the venom incident.
He looks back at Jamie and his reluctance to accept her message slowly melts away under her enthousiastic cheer. "Hah! I'll take your word for it, miss spirit channeler. This is your area of expertise, right?"
An attempt to ruffle Jamie's hair with his poor arm fails due to a spasm, and he instead knocks over half her drink. He winces and blushes just as Dhakira calls out to him that it's time to go to bed - alone. "Ah... sorry," he quickly says to Jamie. "Maybe we shouldn't go back tomorrow just yet. I think I'd better go and rest this off first, and dream of pretty halflings who know just what to say. Do me a favor and keep yourself and the others out of trouble while I'm out, ok? They need a 'fierce warrior' in my absence!"
He winks and pays for the drinks, then starts heading for the stairs and his room.
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Jamie yelps and dodges the drink as Ammon spills it. "It's fine. Probably should pace myself after last night, anyway!" Her cheeks color slightly when the fighter calls her pretty but she takes it in stride. "Go on, to bed with you!" She doesn't protest when he offers to pay for the drinks, even though she had said she would get them earlier.
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The next morning, Jamie gathers the party together at the stage the priests of Pharasma set up outside the Grand Mausoleum. "I've been thinking about our abbreviated foray yesterday. We work well as a team, but sometimes our tactics are disjointed and we falter without a true lynchpin to guide us. I think I can channel my potential here to be an inspiration to you all.
"Yesterday, I was able to share some of my potential with Ammon. I'd like to try to expand that throughout the whole group, if you'll indulge me. We'll need to sit here for a while and remain in contact with one another. You all can do other things, but I will need to concentrate."
The halfling sits cross-legged on the stage and places one hand in Ammon's and the other in Jazadi's. Then she closes her eyes and focuses on the psychic echoes from those who have stood on the stage before her.
I could be a true leader. A great general, like my ancestor, Arnisant. A cunning commander. A marshal with no rival. I am Jamie Vernisant, and there's a million things I haven't done. Just you wait. Just you wait!
Power gathers around Jamie as her hair blows in an unseen wind. At the end of the hour, the power flows through her hands and into each of her companions, granting them insight. Jamie opens her eyes and smiles. "There! I think it worked! Falcons! Form up and move out!"
Champion: You gain a +2 bonus on all non-spell damage rolls.
Guardian: You gain a +1 bonus to CMD.
Hierophant: Your healing spells and abilities heal an additional 2 points of damage to each target. This does not affect healing conferred by magic items, nor does it add to fast healing or similar effects.
Trickster: Choose one skill when you gain this seance boon. You gain a +1 bonus on skill checks using that skill, and that skill counts as a class skill for you.
Dhakira spends the next mostly taking care of Ammon. in the middles of the day she takes a break to go shopping, buying basic stuff for the group and looking for scrolls in case of emergency.
Then she goes back to her patient and by the evening, she's satisfied he's going to be OK. ''I declare you perfectly healthy, for now'' she adds with a mischievous smile, then more seriously ''Thank you for being there and risking your life and mind to protect us during our exploration.''
She picks up her medicine, bandages and other healing implements and leaves his room.
"So, when we go back tomorrow we avoid the front gate and the main doors. Let's work around the other side of the courtyard and see if there's a back way in. And bring a grappling hook to go over the wall with. Who is still injured? Dhakira, you're on shopping duty. Uthe and I will come with you and sell whatever we need to."
"And then you will show us this ... sham-poo?" Uthe questions, placing a delicate, fur-covered hand on Say'ri's arm. "We were initially hesitant, but you have us ... intrigued."
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"So, when we go back tomorrow we avoid the front gate and the main doors. Let's work around the other side of the courtyard and see if there's a back way in. And bring a grappling hook to go over the wall with. Who is still injured? Dhakira, you're on shopping duty. Uthe and I will come with you and sell whatever we need to.""And then you will show us this ... sham-poo?" Uthe questions, placing a delicate, fur-covered hand on Say'ri's arm. "We were initially hesitant, but you have us ... intrigued."
"Absolutely." Say'ri says with a grin. "How do you like your water, hot, cool or tepid? We could probably leave it outside if you like it fairly warm. But water is required."
"Farhan told me about this." Say'ri said. "It was going to be the new crocodile bath, then he found he's got a dwarf crocodile so Toothy still lives in the well. Makes for a good bath though!" She's filled the bath with water, which required numerous trips up and down the stairs and a bit of pleading with Dhakira that made the job much easier.
"So," She says, "You need to get in the bath and get yourself wet, shampoo doesn't work if you can't get a good lather up. I can help you apply it or let you do it if that's too personal. Perhaps I could do one of your arms so you get the idea, then you can decide?"
She has a covered pot in the shade, from which Uthe can smell the enticing scents of cinnamon and vanilla.
When it's clear that the woman is serious, Uthe's shoulders slump. "If there is no other way to do this then we will accede to the requirement. We are not getting in alone, though. We find water like this to be terrifying."
She sets her staff aside and removes her bandolier and bag, setting them with the staff. She then steps up to the edge, her tail swishing back and forth frenetically. Her eyes turn to Say'ri expectantly. "You first," she says, her voice a slightly higher pitch.
Dhakira helps with pleasure Say'ri by casting Create Water as necessary to create a few gallons of water hot enough to get the whole bathtub to a comfortable temperature
'' I hope the Uthe doesn't feel the same as regular cat about getting wet. I'll leave you two to it.'' She goes back to her patient.
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"Thanks Dhakira." Say'ri says with a smile. "I won't tell anyone about this or everyone will be besieging you for baths!"
"Normally humans get into a bath naked so we can wash our skin." She says, "Would that be a problem for you?"
Without another word, the amurrun steps over the edge of the basin and plops herself unceremoniously into the warm water. Crossing her arms, she looks off over the city to avoid looking at Say'ri's impending nakedness - the very picture of miserableness.
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"How about you lean back a little bit?" She suggests to the cat sitting bolt upright in the water. "I'm behind you so you won't slip or get your face wet. Come on." She gently and patiently coaxes Uthe into just a little bit more relaxation and then gently splashes tiny amounts of water over the sorceress until she's at least somewhat damp most of the way up her body.
"Now, shall we start with an arm?" Say'ri asks, reaching out of the tub to pick up her jar. "Now look, I take a small amount in my hand and I rub it into your fur." She does so slowly, making sure it works its way into the thick fur. "We work it nice and deep so we get out any lingering dirt and then we wash it, and all the dirt out again."
She gently puts the unwilling ammuran's arm back in the water and scrubs. "There, much cleaner. And take a sniff." She waits until Uthe does what she's told. "So? What do you think? I've got plenty so we can shampoo as much or as little as you'd like..."
Jamie sits by Ammon’s bedside to keep him company while Dhakira tends to him.
Uthe turns and looks at her companion when she suggests doing the rest of her body. "You would be willing ...? Are you asking to groom me? If you are, is the expectation for us to groom you as well? " The amurrun's ears are up and alert and Say'ri can feel her tail swishing back and forth in the water.
"Do you wish to mingle our scents?"
After the seance, Jazadi can be found scribbling something in her journal with a bit of a despondent look on her face.
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Say'ri lifts up the jar and shrugs. "You don't have to reciprocate. I'm just doing this for a friend who was too scared to get in the bath on her own. So? Where do you want to start? We humans have to do our heads but we have more hair there. Shall we work up the arms, do your back and legs and then you can decide if you want to do anything else? Now, give me your paw." Say'ri gives Uthe a generous dollop and proceeds to instruct her in the application.
Dhakira thanks Say'ri for her discretion about the hot water.
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She gives some tasks to Jamie to help her with Ammon, but it's not very intensive work, so she fills the more quiet moments with some questions for the (recently become) halfling. '' If I may Jamie, how was it when you died? Did you go to the boneyard? Did you meet my mistress before coming back? Because if I did, I don't remember...''
Later, when she's satisfied that ammon is going to be OK and there's nothing more she can do for him than letting him rest, she leaves him in Jamie's company.
Down in the common room, she sees Jazadi alone. She sits with her '' May I join you?'' After drinking a bit of her ale in silence, she points to the book in the half-elf's hands '' This book has probably a lot of adventures to tell about...Would you care to tell me about some of them? Or talk about other preocupation?''
"We apologize," she says, her eyes looking down. "We did not realize that we were asking you to do something that you consider intimate. We're not aware of the rituals that humans associate with bathing in water."
She looks back up and her pupils are narrow with her ears turned forward. "Although, perhaps it is not that different. Mutual grooming isn't quite as intimate as mounting, but it is still only done with those that we're closest to." She leans in close to whisper in Say'ri's ear, "Or those we'd like to get closer to."
With a slight shift, Say'ri feels Uthe press her cheek against Say'ri's and rub slightly. She leans back away, sitting back down into the water and holds out her other arm with a slight grin.
Jamie shakes her head. ”No. I didn’t go to the Boneyard. I remember the intense pain and anguish of my death, but more than that, I remember the indignation. A descendant of the great General Arnisant should not have succumbed to such an ignominious fate! I felt like my spirit was being drawn away from this world, but I fought against it, and I suppose my will to live again was strong enough to keep me anchored here.”
"Mmm?" Jazadi glances up from her journal when Dhakira approaches. "Oh, certainly."
"This book has probably a lot of adventures to tell about...Would you care to tell me about some of them? Or talk about other preocupation?"
"Oh, this is just the journal I'm keeping of our ventures, so far." Jazadi pats her journal. "I'm hoping that once we've explored enough, I can publish my findings back home."
"Most folks back in Alkenstar don't know much about ancient civilizations--they're more knowledgeable about weapons technology and the politics of our northern and southern neighbours. More 'immediate' concerns for them, I suppose."
Ammon's initital sleep is restless. To the outside world, he tosses and turns and cold sweat glistens his forehead. Dhakira notes him having a fever and dampens his face with a water cloth from time to time.
He himself sees passing images that go into eachother. Of an old Osirion empire, strong and proud, reaching into the far distances of a then more uncivilized world. Great armies of Khopesh-wielding soldiers and Chariot-riding cavalry went in this direction or that as smaller regiments were tasked with keeping the piece. Under the hot sun, slaves and laborers toil to build the Pyramids as both momuments to Osirion greatness and tombs for its rulers, while craftsman made vases and other goods to be traded.
Each city housed massive temples, where sacrifices were made daily to maintain the divine order. On festival days, they would all enact an iconic scene to their diety on the innermost sanctuary of mysteries. Familiar myths such as where men dressed with large masks fought as Horus and Set, while in Set's own temple he instead fought Osiris and literally hacked the other man to pieces. Even in his vision, Ammon winced and hoped that person would be led to the temple of Iris next for his resurrection.
There was also a very strange one concerning a nearly naked female wearing the mask of Horus taking a bath with the Goddess Bastet in a fashion that left him - and most of the other visitors to said temple - quite hot and bothered. With what little cognitieve ability he still had left, he resolved there and then to find out what unknown piece of religious lore this was and study it extensively . Surely that would help with his sermons!
Unfortunately, good things couldn't last. Shadow fell over the day and even drunken brawls between worshippers of Horus and Set and the likes in the cities drew to a close. When the sun came up, the cities remained dark. And to the east, a vast invading army began swallowing everything whole while the Pharaohs blundered in ineptitude...
He eventually wakes with a start and frantically looks around the room, until he finds Jamie at a lower angle. "Jamie...? Well, this is a nice surprise! Where's everyone? How long was I out? Is Jazadi all right?"
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"So what kind of grooming do I get? You going to lick my hair clean or something? Shampoo smells nice but I don't think it tastes good."
As the bathing process goes on Say'ri finds herself in an odd position - she doesn't know what constitutes intimacy or not. Some of the places she washes would raise eyebrows at least if she was washing another human but Uthe seems utterly unmoved by - or at least no more moved than washing her fore-arms. But then the catwoman leans in and rubs against her, too often to be coincidence. She's flirting. Is she?
By the time Uthe is shampoo'd from neck to tail the jar is practically empty. "I had no idea we'd use so much..."Say'ri says, massaging the last little bit into Uthe's shoulder. "I'll have to make a bigger pot next time around. If you'd like a next time that is..."
Jamie smiles as Ammon wakes up. "Welcome back. It's been most of a day. Jazadi in the next room writing in her journal--she's fine. The others are out shopping."
She offers the warrior a cold glass of water. "How do you feel?"