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.
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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."
Amenhep nods, "Onwards, then."
Amenhep stays silent while Soumral chews him out. He was well aware of her temper. He did not fault her for it much, though, elves often had a shaky conception of how the shorter-lived races felt about their lives and passions. He shrugs at Devin, "She can be...testy at times. My steadfast devotion to my heart and my god is somewhat grating to her more free-wheeling elven sensibilities. I must confess I have no clue what she means by the sphinx story. I was not there for it."
Amenhep gives a respectful bow to the old man. Paladins of Ra rarely grew old, but Amenhep hoped if he did that he would end up like Kherit-Tefu. Amenhep heartily concurs with the man’s views on the foolishness of the nobility, the incident with Muminofrah still unfortunately fresh in his mind. ”Many thanks, wise one. Your generosity and piety are truly inspiring. You are a greater champion of the old gods than I, truly. I could not accept those less able than myself and my companions wandering too deep, so I will do as you say when we enter the Dark Depository.” Amenhep reaches into his coin purse and produces ten gold pieces, setting them on the table, ”May Thoth and all the other gods make easy the rest of your days. I hope this token of my appreciation will help that. Be in peace, friend.” When he returns to the party, any trace of the lingering funk that Mu
Alongside anyone who chooses to help him, Amenhep heads out. He seeks other worshippers of the old gods. They are rare in most places, but they often see and know more than others do.
Amenhep nods and turns away. He does his best to stifle a grin. He had lost a valuable resource, and perhaps gained an enemy, but it was nothing he and his group could not overcome. And, a little selfishly perhaps, he had kept his integrity. He did not bow to the whims of a corrupt and fickle noble he had come to loathe the advances of. He hoped that Ra would be proud. Amenhep returns to the group. He does not elaborate deeply on what happened, saying, ”Muminofrah did not, in the end, enjoy the company I could give her. We have certainly lost an ally.”
Hey folks, I’m heading for a short camping trip. I’ll be back Friday night, but please bot me as necessary.
Amenhep sits beside Muminofrah. He is warm but far from romantic with her, "Gracious lady, I cannot promise that the entertainment I bring you is what you are used to. I hope though, that it is a change of pace. I wish to speak to you of my god. Of Ra, the pharaoh of the dawn. I have not gone unawares that my looks and good graces have enticed you, but when I look within my heart of hearts all I find the love I have for my god and the golden embrace of my duty to him. In my dreams, all I see is fighting at his side as he ferries the spirits of the faithful from the River of Souls to the Field of Reeds on the slopes of Heaven." He pauses, turning to her, truly showing concern as he asks her, "I can tell you are discontented. Luxury is a thing of wonder when indulged in with moderation. Perhaps you have lived for too long without purpose beyond indulgence. If you will accept, I can teach you of Ra. Share with you the golden embrace of duty, help you find meaning beyond the splendor in which you live. There are things in life that you cannot be given by those whom you serve."
Amenhep gives a chuckle and a slight shake of his head to Soumral, "Ra has no commandments that his priests or champions be chaste. Quite the opposite in fact. His priests are urged to have large families. It is my own heart in a moment of faintness that does not wish for this. I have tried to keep my dignity, as best I could in spurning her advances." He gives a nod to Francis, "You are astute as always, friend. Your keen wisdom steadies my passionate heart. I will try to do as you suggest, see if I can supplant her lust with a feeling of duty to our cause and to the land that has given her so much. If I can sway her heart to the teachings of the King of the Heavens, that is all the better."
With a quiet moment, Amenhep takes the team aside. He is quieter than normal, the fire of faith or the warmth of kindness gone. Instead, he shows a side of himself that many of the party might not have seen before. He is anxious, and full of trepidation for what is to come, "Friends, I do not wish to do this. The hour of this trial looms large at hand, and I am not up to the task. If I spurn her this time though, we risk losing her patronage. With my spear and burning faith I can face the undead without fear but this? I am terrified. If she can sink her hooks into me I may never escape her reach. I do not know how to avoid this fate."
This was the moment Amenhep had dreaded the most. Having to face all the demons of the Abyss and all the undead hordes of Geb alone, with naught but his spear and his faith at his side would have been preferable to this. Rather than give in to Muminofrah's temptation, he to see to Elliander, "Gracious lady, all else must wait. My steadfast companion looms on the brink of death, and I will not allow his passage to the Lady of Graves on my watch. If you have healers, I implore that you send one to assist Francis in tending to Elliander."
Amenhep does his best to fake out the competition as he steers the chariot over the finish line.
Amenhep, too, manages to power past the barrage of camel spit before barely managing to help Elliander plot a course through the crowded marketplace.
Trusting Elliander's ability, Amenhep steers towards the hidden corner that he points out.
Guided by Ra's grace, Amenhep easily dodges the crossbow bolt, murmuring a small prayer to the Pharaoh of the Dawn.
Amenhep's keen eyes help him to steer past the low laundry lines of the quiet neighborhood which he follows up with putting his all into whipping the camels up the steps. While he shuddered to think what Muminofrah would want from him should they win, all he did was in service to the greater good.
With a triumphant battlecry, Amenhep sets off alongside Elliander, the two warriors using their natural ferocity to scare any competitors in their way.
I’m good with that arrangement! Mechanically it’s not the absolute strongest but roleplay wise it works well.
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