While not as fast as some, Amenhep relies on his righteous zeal to see him through. He charges forward over the sands, eager to bring justice to the slavers.
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Amenhep grins, "Then let us be off."
Amenhep lets out an angry snort when he sees the slavers, "Bastards, every one. A barbaric practice imposed on us by the Qadirans. If only my fellow countrymen were less enamored by the gold it brings them." He shakes his head, "If it were my decision, we would send them to Pharasma with no other questions, but I understand the need for caution. I will pray that Ra's justice finds both slave and slaver."
Amenhep shrugs. While his upbringing in Osirion has kept him marginally better adapted to the heat, it is still uncomfortable, "The deserts sands are known to shift. Structures built in an earlier age may have been put somewhere entirely appearling, but the ever-changing desert swallows it whole."
"I am not formally trained in dealing with animals, but I imagine my winning charm could go a long way, even with a camel."
Sorry for dropping off again, been having sporadic concussion flareups that really knock the wind out of my sails.
Amenhep gives Francis a thumbs-up of encouragement, sure that his trusted ally can handle himself.
Sorry for dropping out again, just as things got settled for me I got a pretty bad concussion from a quadbike accident and had a family cat die unexpectedly right after that. Been a tough month...
Hey folks, finally getting into the swing of my new job, and done moving houses. I should be able to get rolling on this again. Anyone mind giving me a quick recap?
Amenhep steps over Francis' now barely conscious body as he calls out a desperate prayer to Ra, placing a hand on his chest and letting the healing light of the sun god flow through him. He then gives two jabs of his spear at the barely standing construct, hoping to take down at least one foe.
Hey folks, sorry I dropped off the map for a while there. I lost the job I was going to get after graduation due to federal cuts, and right as things settled down and I found something new, my coursework hit the fan. I'm hopeful that as I transition into my post-graduation job, I'll be able to get my feet under me and find time for PbP again.
Amenhep moves forward, calling out a prayer to Ra as he takes on these clockwork guards.
I actually don’t cast spells thanks to my archetype! So Francis gets both.
Amenhep mutters a brief prayer to Pharasma, urging her to speed Soumral's soul along to wherever it shall find it's rest. "Bastards. Murderers. Bereft of the love of the gods. We must interrogate the assassins, find their masters, and drag them into the light like the cowards they are."
Amenhep strikes at the assassin, seeking justice for Soumral and vengeance for her death.
Terribly weakened by the poison but still resolute, Amenhep manages to resist it's effects. Truly a miracle from Ra.
Rather than trying to attack the assassin directly, he tries to sweep his spear under the assassin's feet and trip the man.
Hey folks, still here, just slammed with the end of the semester. The end is in sight though, and things should be more chill from there.
With little else to do, Amenhep charges forwards towards the assassin.
Amenhep nods, "Agreed. We must be armed with knowledge before we seek out Chisiek's tomb."
"If all else, fails, I am warded by the gods of old Osirion against the clutches of death magic. With some magical assistance, I might be able to resist the spell."
Amenhep gives Francis a nod of thanks as he follows along with the group, ready for whatever should come next.
Amenhep readies his spear to intercept the mastiff once it attacks.
Amenhep takes a single step onto the slope and immediately loses his balance, his helmet falling off almost instantly. Soumral hears the paladin tumbling down the slope before she sees it, his armor clanking as he slides down to the bottom.
His pride is hurt worse than he is as he gets up and puts his helmet back on, dusting himself off rather sheepishly.
I like that!
"I could try the end of my spear. Might damage it a bit, but it is enchanted."
Amenhep hangs around with Elliander as the more magically inclined party-members do their searching. He leans over to his fellow warrior and says quietly, "I've got an old Osiriani joke for you. So a jackal walks into a bar and says, 'I can't see a thing! I shall open this one." The man frowns slightly and scratches the back of his neck a bit sheepishly, "That...that does not translate well from Osiriani. It's hard to explain."
Hey, Soumral, good to see you're back!
"The Tower of Ra's Glory. I had heard of it's splendor as a boy. I had hoped I might behold it, and was greatly saddened to hear of it's fall. I am glad, though, that it still might serve the greater good."
As a speaker of Ancient Osiriani, Amenhep goes about researching in the tomb.
With a battlecry, Amenhep brings his spear to bear and jabs twice at the strange mummy-golem.
Amenhep makes his morning preparations, toning down his chants as to not disturb the quiet sanctity of the tomb, ”Oh, he who supplies necessities, who carries the sun upon it’s journey, who’s radiance cannot be surpassed, grant me strength. Oh, he who brings daybreak, who grants prudence to rulers, who grants resilience to laborers, grant me wisdom. Oh, he who is Ra, pharaoh of the dawn, grant me your blessings and I shall return them tenfold.” Turning to the party he says, ”I agree, Nevitash. Let us observe the proper rites and hope the Lady of Graves might forgive our transgressions.”
Thanks, it’s hard but I’m getting through it. She was a hardcore cat and went out in a hardcore way. We’ll bury her in her favorite spot to nap in our rose bed with her favorite treats and some birdseed and feathers so she can chase birds to her heart’s content in Valhalla.
Hey folks, had one of my cats pass very unexpectedly and unfortunately last night, I might be a few days before I’m feeling up to much.
Amenhep lends his aid translating texts.
Amenhep grins, it seemed the fight was over before it even truly began, "By Ra, that was quick. Well done, friends."
Amenhep raises his spear and light pours forth from his holy symbol, "Ra above, may your light fill us with courage and strength."
”Fate and the light of Ra will prevail if battle cannot be avoided.”
"Let us try to open the doors of sorrow and disgust. Let us leave fear as the final option if all others have been exhausted."
"Odd. This does not bode well." Amenhep studies the pile of bones, trying to recall if it bears similarities to any undead or defensive measures favored by the old gods. He turns to Soumral, "You are quite well-versed in magic, does this bear any familiarity to you? You would know better than I."
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