Seeing the damage caused by the small creature's weapon, Bes loosens a cleverly designed sling from the wrappings on one wrist and follows his shot with another.
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"Well?" Bes intones, unaware of the several levels of irony to her impatience.
Bes looks up as the oread leaps into the chamber, then returns to studying the carvings on the while while the others gather darts. "We are ready to proceed," Bes informs the group. "Slurk, it would please us if you checked the other door for additional deterrents."
"Now that we have seen ample evidence of the longevity and accuracy of our ancestors' ingenuity, perhaps it best if we devise a means to avoid the trigger, in case our small friend cannot disconnect it." "For example, what happens if one keeps the trigger plate depressed for a longer interval?"
Climbing down the rope as gracefully as such things allow, Bes picks up the glowing stone and tucks it under one of the leather thongs wrapped around each wrist. "The guardians of the tomb will keep watch on this unfortunate man until we return, for certain. Slurk, please lead the way."
"We have no illusions that this will be our hardest fought battle, but you all handled that beast bravely and well. Let us continue to move forward, into the past."
"Indeed it is! It must have taken a dozen slaves to move that doorstone into place. As we do not currently have that luxury, we shall have to resort to cleverness. Ashar, do there appear to be any post-holes or indentations in the surface of the stone? Slurk, please be sure the track is clear of sand or other debris."
"Put your backs into it, gentleman! History will not wait another day!"
Bes steps forward with a dazzling smile, and places a hand gently on the kobold's head, as one might do to calm an excitable puppy. "We have heard the wisdom of the Ruby Prince's words, and received the blessings of the Lady of Fate. We will proudly go where destiny has decreed, and eagerly seek that which we have been chosen to find. For the Glory of Osirion, and the Ruby Prince, we shall return the treasures of our ancestors to the keeping of future generations."
Bes smiles broadly as Sigrun offers to record the Scions' exploits.
Giving no apparent thought to the chuckling, Bes responds brightly. "Better to sell it in our markets than elsewhere, for certain. And should you find yourselves needing a way to serve once you have run out of breath as well as coin, please feel free to contact us."
"They have sacrifice first? If so, Slurk volunteers to not be sacrifice." "Do not fret, small one. Illuria is correct. Besides, you are far too scrawny to be a useful sacrifice. Come, let us mingle." Bes moves among the crowd, greeting members of the various groups politely, and attempting to strike up conversation with their leaders.
"With so many here to plunder our history, seeing another Osirion-led party gives me hope that some of it will remain when they leave."
"You are not a tree, dear. Of course you should join us - you will not grow if you stay rooted in one place! Thank you for extending the invitation to our friend, Sir Shirazi." Bes nods to the ifrit appreciatively, never once considering that Ashar would not want the services of a necromancer.
Bes is updated, though there is still money left over. I expect Bes is probably wearing it as some sort of jewelry.
The courage and variety of your followers do you credit Lady Priestess. May I know your name? Bes looks to the cleric expectantly, assuming the iffrit to be addressing the medusan priest. (At this point, I should probably state that Bes' features are delicate, but could easily be those of an effeminate male, or perhaps a sign of distant elven ancestry. This is not to say Bes *isn't* a woman, but...)
What duties? Right now, I don't have any duties. What I'd like is to be free from this place. "Now that we have freed you, we can discuss your duties in this life, and beyond. It is a lengthy list, but one that we will be happy to discuss with you as we travel. Bes nonchalantly links elbows with the medusa, and points a finger in the direction the oread is already heading."Lead on, Q'urtaz," the human jovially commands before launching into a litany of 'duties' that include things like only taking meals when Bes does, and the offering of one's life as a shield, should Bes be in mortal danger. This is all said in a friendly, manner-of-fact way that implies Bes believes this is simply how things are, and anything else is unthinkable.
"Well, that depends. How do you feel about resuming your duties once your time as a mortal being has ended?"
Despite Bes being our namesake, and in spite of our parents' wishes, we have chosen to honor Anubis in all things.
Certainly! We will surely find some way to make you useful...
All great leaders require an entourage.
Works for me. Could do undead bloodline sorcerer, could do necromancer, could even do a plague-patron witch or a necromancy-focused arcanist. We prefer the term, "Resurrectionist," peasant. What if they volunteer? :) And really, who wouldn't accept such an honor? We expect each of you to perform admirably, when your chosen time comes. |