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MoshingChris
 
PostPosted: Mon, Jul 27 2009, 11:40 AM 

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The sun, as it was want to do, beat down heavily on the top of Tuaronemhets hawk shaped Helmet. He stood outside his house in Djedet, the Blue colours of mourning dressing his plain garb, as he awaits the coming of the priests of the Judge of the Dead.

His once clean garb was splattered with the drying Blood of one he calls friend, and the deep rents in his armor formed it seems by a heavy blunted object, are a mute testament to a battle lost.

Behind him through the door into his domain, a flurry of activity ccould be seen as shoven headed embalmers seek to keep the headless body within from decaying to the point that it could no longer be returned to life.

There would be a look of apprehension on their faces as they worked on the headless corpse of a fully grown male Minotaur, but a stern glance from Tauronemhet and the deapseated need for Mulan to obey the directive of a superior compelled them to continue with their works.

Fu'harak the slave boy, looking beyond tired, slumped down against the wall beside Tauronemhet, taking a brief drink of water and small meal before setting of in search of High Priest Ramas or Tahirah once more.

The entire time, Tauronemhet pressed the scribe and bladedancer Tanafriti for information regarding the force of veangance that assualted them after they vanquished the Necromancer Richard.

He would see that a Righteous Justice was done against the one who sought to defile the corpse of one of the few people whom he called a friend.


// Thread open to regular Djedet Players, Residence and DM's.

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PostPosted: Mon, Jul 27 2009, 11:50 AM 

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As the portal's light fades, Tanafriti looks around at the alien plane around her. Demons everywhere, but ahead ... a Dracolich. Her eyes narrowing she does the natural thing - enchant the Khopesh and the minotaur with all her spells, beginning a fast blade-dance to enhance their abilities. The following moments are both fleeting and decisive. Tanafriti stands behind the Khopesh, behind her the massive hulk of the dragon decorates the city as a pile of bones, while the corpse of the necromancer lies in front, broken.

"Richard?"

She turns, a newcomer arriving, his boar trailing behind, his tone seeming shaken as he sees the body of his erst-while companion. The Khopesh glances at the animal, speaking shortly with the man who, after a few short words, begins to fight. Tanafriti raises her hands to enchant and ... recoils in horror as the Khopesh is slain by the man in a mighty sweep, the apparent druid or ranger moving on to dispatch the minotaur in short order before raising the necromancer.

Still invisible, Tanafriti observes a wicked blade being handed from the Necromancer to this newcomer, watching as it is used to separate the minotaur's head from his body, listening to every word that they say. When they finally depart she rushes over to the Khopesh, raising him with a scroll.

"Khopesh, I was able to restore you to life, but I have not the power to restore the Minotaur."

She speaks quickly, casting a spell on him to pierce her shroud of invisibility.

"Who defiled the Minotaurs corpse."

She winces at his slightly sickened voice, knowing how deep her own failure lies at being unable to protect a priest, her life forfeit should he choose.
Deservingly so.

"The mage has gone to collect another Dracolich. It was the other, not the Necromancer. He took a weapon from the Necromancer to do so."

She answers quickly, watching the Khopesh sway to try and regain balance. She considers helping him momentarily, but knows that it is not her place to touch a priest without permission. She downcasts her eyes behind her helm as the man chooses to use his weapon for balance instead of herself.

"Did he at anytime state which God he serves?"

She immediately answers, the false gods of these of lands standing against all her beliefs.

"They believed they were in private ... said other said he was glad it ended this way... he mentioned Unther, and said that he was doing this for the blessing of Hoar."

After a few more short words they open a portal to Djedet beneath the minotaur's body, between the two of them carrying him to the residence of the Khopesh of Osiris. As he summons the slave boy Fa'hurak to seek out the Embalmers to keep the Minotaurs corpse in a state of Repose until such time as a True Ressurection can be performed she sings a soft Hymn for the dead, as is proper.

As the lamenting noise fades, Tanafriti readies herself for the questions she knows will be asked.

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PostPosted: Mon, Jul 27 2009, 13:26 PM 



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As she had been searching Djedet many times, Samantha stumbled upon the scene unexpectedly and fell back into the wall of one of the buildings.

She watches Tuaronemhet and resolves to find him another time for her questions. He would surely know the answers.


 
      
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PostPosted: Mon, Jul 27 2009, 17:41 PM 

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After returning from the Temple of the Eigth, a bulky man bearing the symbol of Osiris on his massive armor is barking orders around in Djedet. The man orders Tuaronemhets's slave boy to bring a wagon, and with the combined effort of the man, Tuaronemhet and the embalmers they heave the minotaur on the wagon.

After the body is fastened he orders the embalmers to follow him through the Whispering Rift to the Temple of the Eight. The embalmers make a warding gesture and retort with fears of ghosts and other perils in the rift.


"If you disobey the decreet of a High Priest of Osiris I shall become fear incarnate and let you feel the wrath of my morningstar!"

Merchants would look up at that, but continue their business. With a moan here and a grunt there, the embalmers, Tuaronemhet and Ramas, the High Priest, make their way out of Djedet towards the Whispering Rift. The keen eye would obvserve the gold pouches of the embalmers yield more coins as well.

As the group proceeds through the Whispering Rift Tuaronemhet and Ramas kill any foe with zealous determination and a grim face. After arriving at the Temple of Eight, graverobbers looked up in horror when seeing the two armored followers of Osiris, pure rage in their eyes, and they wished they where... elsewhere.

Finally arrived at the temple interior, the minotaur is heaved with great effort on an altar of Osiris, the embalmers slowly removing the wrappings of the poor body. Ramas thanks the embalmers and sends them back to Djedet, but apparently they seem reluctant to make the way back unescorted.

When the holy water and diamonds for the ritual are prepared, Ramas asks Tuaronemhet for the exact setting of the sun on the minotaurs death. He is being left alone and the last words the departing hear...
"Judge of the Dead, grant..."

After ten minutes of muffled prayer escaping a gap in the stone door, it finally slids open and Ramas, with a slighly strained face, whispers... "The task is complete."


 
      
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PostPosted: Tue, Jul 28 2009, 1:03 AM 

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Having seen to Asterions comfort within the walls of the House of Osirant, and having met his usual weekly obligatory conversation with Sharina, Tauronemhet finds himself alone in Djedet once more. He considered seeking out Tahirah but thought better of it given she was probably at this moment translating the Heiroglyphs on the Tablet the outlander female had brought to Djedet.

For a shortwhile he taught the slave-boy Fu'haruk the Dogma of the Whitecrown, aswell as the laws that Govern the Mulhorandi and told stories of Pharoahs and heroes, such as Hethhab, and most imprtantly of the fall of Bast during the Second Empire. Morality tales of course, but it held the overtly intelligent boys attention and kept him from getting into mischief.

Later on he would teach the boy how to use the Khopesh, the oddly shaped blade favored amongst the fighters of Mulhorand. If he showed aptitude with the weapon he would consider training the boy as a member of the house Guard, if not there were always other useful things the boy could do. Mulhorandi society Abhors waste afterall.

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PostPosted: Tue, Jul 28 2009, 1:37 AM 

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~By The Hand of Darbin of Gray

To The Servants of Kelevmor,

I, Darbin Gray, send my most gracious thanks to the Servants of Kelemvor of Djedet for their brave and swift service to my companions in their hour of greatest need, and me.

By their great skill and honor, lives were spared an horrific transformation to Undead Vampiric Corruption.

As a servant of Selune's watchful Night Eye, I pledge my service to your cause so long as it conflicts not with my primary duties to Selune's Temple in Warftown. For indeed, the Vampiric Corruption offends Selune's Light.

For as long as I tarry in Djedet, I will be Honored to Serve with the Kelemvor in any deed by leave of My Lady Moon.

Yours in Faith,
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PostPosted: Tue, Jul 28 2009, 1:54 AM 

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Tauronemhet forwards the letter to Nes'ek where the Kelemvorians actually reside. He then forwards his own letter to one Darbin Grey on a plain papyrus scroll which is delivered by hand to the fellow.

Em-Hotep Darbin Grey

The Church of Osiris, The house of the Osirant, and the Warriors of the Whitecrown, bid you welcome to the fair 'Mulhorandi' village of Djedet. We recieved your letter and have forwarded it to the Temple of Kelemvor in Nes'ek.

To make a point of it the Temple of Kelemvor is located in Nes'ek. The people of Djedet are of a different creed, they offer blessings to their own God of the Dead, Osiris. You were aided by both the Church of Osiris and of Kelemvor, however the coursing of undead is about where our affiliation ends.

Although it is forgiveable as a first offence, we deem such erroneous notices as fostering Sedition, an action undertaken by the servants of Set. Please refrain from making public notices without fully investigating the matter or the faiths involved.

Enjoy your stay.

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House of Osirant


After Fa'hurak has left to deliver the message, Tauronemhet returns to playing chess with a shoven headed embalmer.

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PostPosted: Tue, Jul 28 2009, 14:08 PM 

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A missive by the hand of Darbin Gray

To the Warriors of the White Crown, Djedet

Honored Sirs,

I mean to atone any offense of my open letter. Indeed, the servants of Kelemvor were present in Djedet and were most vocal about their affiliation; leading to my conclusion this it was a group composed solely of that Faith.

They were indeed residing in Djedet at the time of my need.

However, many were present and given the urgency of the task at hand, I do not doubt followers of Osiris native to Djedet also did me honor by their actions.

I wish to commemorate that service and repay my offense with an offering to Osiris by way token. I will forge a pike and hooked staff after the talismans of Osiris. These gifts of Bronze forged from ore recovered from my venture into the desert sands near Djedet. I wish to present both to your esteemed selves or the Temple of Osiris, whichever you deem most appropriate.

I would also bring an offering of fine brass, also fashioned from metals recovered from the journey.

This I do to commemorate the service granted to my companions me by the servants of Osiris and to the brave peoples of Djedet.

I thank you for sending forth my earlier missive, and again, bid forgiveness of the offense granted.

Yours in Faith,
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PostPosted: Wed, Jul 29 2009, 12:47 PM 

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Tauronemhet kept to himself for a few days, staying within the confines of the Djedet House and only venturing out to seek the philanthropist Warrick in Cordor. He still bore the pink tone of someone whose flesh had recently been magically regenerated and his sword arm was still off by a few degrees. Whatever had befallen him after his loss at the hands of the Deurgar had rendered him down to nothing but lumps of burnt flesh, a severed limb and smashed and rent armor.

He had returned, though it would take weeks of training to get the new limb to function properly and to feel as himself within his new skin. He spent most of the time writing up requests and enduring hours of self imposed physical recreation.

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PostPosted: Wed, Jul 29 2009, 15:21 PM 

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A worried wife could be seen leaving the house scarcely in those first unnerving days, obviously worried and sad on Tauronemhet's behalf. She catered to his every need, making sure he was comfortable in his period of healing. When she had seen him the first time, after his encounter with the Duergar, something unusual woke for the first time inside of Tahirah, pure rage.

First the episode with the necromancer, and now this, perhaps this place was alot more dangerous for the good people of Mulhorand than she had first thought.

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PostPosted: Fri, Jul 31 2009, 22:14 PM 

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Outside of Hasrabet, Tauronemhet is seen, tamping down the last of the sand around something he had just planted. Closer inspection would reveal the head of a Drow. She was alive, or so it seemed. Nearby under some brush, well hidden from casual view were the drows kit. A fitting punishment he thought.

If she dug herself free, she would serve as a warning to any other elf, burnt skinned or otherwise that necromancy and other sort of bother would not be tolerated. If she did not, well that was none of his concern, her fate was now in her own hands.

He returned back to his home, and his wife, for further ministrations to more injures suffered from long combat within the cavern that was taking the shape of a Permanent Kelemvorian presence in the Khem region.

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PostPosted: Sat, Aug 01 2009, 0:37 AM 

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Tanafriti can be seen spending more time in Nes'ek, ashamedly working away for the Kelemvorites. She's tight lipped as to why, and instead of merely bowing her head every time a priest moves past, she turns her back and bows her head, so that they may continue both without disturbance and without having to look upon her face.

She is still, of course, aloof to those who are not Mulhorandi despite having to work for them, and obedient to the priests and worships of her own god, the small ebony hippopotamus coming out at prayer times when she believes herself to be alone.

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PostPosted: Thu, Aug 13 2009, 3:54 AM 

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It had been a typical day in the backwater of Djedet, watching the tourist class race through the town in hopes that the Guard would not notice that they did not obey the law, and carried weapons within the town.

Tauronemhet recorded these individuals as they passed, noting the weapon they carried and the armor they wore and to a certain extent their race.

His thoughts would occasionally wander as he looked out across the river to the arid desert. What he was thinking about was anyones guess. He would turn savagely and slap the wicker helmet of the slave-boy Fu'harak admonishing the adolescent harshly for letting his guard drop when he thought Tauronemhet was distracted.

Yes the Desert was a harsh existence.

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PostPosted: Fri, Aug 14 2009, 20:27 PM 

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Back in Nes'ek there seemed to be a commotion between followers of Kelemvor and a person known to them. Ramas, while watching for a necromancer who eventually would be foolish enough to go through Nes'ek again, only briefly caught glimpse of that.

Finally the necromancer would show up, forcing the followers of Kelemvor to face him. The tiefling, wielding a scythe of notable size, was arguing back and forth, even distracting them as much so the necromancer could snatch his portal wand and vanish.

After being outraged he told the scythe wielding woman he would destroy her if she ever set foot past Hasrabet wielding that scythe. Not paying him any heed, she and another female almost immediately went off towards the South. Ramas finally confronted them in front of the raft leading to Djedet.

Two bystanders witnessed harsh words being exchanged, the two women feeling in the right to go everywhere as they pleased, calling Ramas a zeal and crazy man. Ramas, feeling to be the law of everything treading the sand south of Hasrabet, accused them of meddling in affairs that are not theirs, to disrespect the land they are foreigners in and he repeated himself serveral times that those two are not to enter Djedet.

After one of them approached the raft, Ramas, absolutely sure to have the law on his side and as cleric of the Whitecrown to be the law, set off an acidic rain and struck the scythe wielding woman down with a magical spell. He spared the second woman at first as she was struck by lightning, but when she attacked he killed er as well.

Ramas then gave one of the bystanders two scrolls to raise them eventualy, finally vanishing in a hut in Djedet.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sat, Aug 15 2009, 4:19 AM 



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Nights in Djedet can be a cold affair, the heat of the desert fading as the sun does, but this does not seem to bother one bald headed man, bearing a symbol of a Hawk on his head, beneath a Hawken headdress. He can be seen standing, most nights, watching both the town, blade drawn and clad in armour, for signs of unwanted activity, and the sky, his head often turning this way and that as if looking for something.

One thief daring enough to try and rob a stall during the quiet of night swiftly has his thumb and forfinger removed from his right hand, then sealed in purifying flames, Prayers being muttered in a scolding tone. He is then sent on his way. The bald headed man shows no sign of remorse as he carrys out his task, although insuring the man will not die of shock or his lesson.

Nights in Djedet can be a cold affair, Indeed.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sun, Aug 16 2009, 4:12 AM 

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**A woman, clad in a hooded robe, accompanying a cloaked blue-kin, is often seen wandering through. She has a lute on her hip; she appears to be a bard. Her face is always hidden and she's very small, elfin, though tendrils of shining red hair occasionally escape. The couple tends to keep to themselves, talking in hushed tones, and never is necromancy or evil seen done by them**

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PostPosted: Sun, Aug 16 2009, 18:14 PM 

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The townsfolk of Djedet and the eventual traveler would witness Ramas and Tauron talking casually by the crystal with an individual of fiendish heritage. After Ramas blessed the sand Tauron is seen muttering a prayer and walks up to the individual, striking him in the chest with his bare fist. After that Ramas and Tauron seem to appraise the tiefling again, and finally walk inside to have a brief discussion.


 
      
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PostPosted: Wed, Aug 19 2009, 17:54 PM 

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Some few of the more usual visitors to Djedet may notice the absence of a certain ape shouldered Mulan Male and thus the near constant dull scrape of stone on steel is also somewhat lacking. If anyone asks around his place of residence the answer is typically "None of your business", though to a few it would be noted that he has returned to Mishtan for the burial ceremony of his honoured Father.

// IC post to explain OOC absenteeism from the gameworld, apologies if I have anything outstanding with anyone.

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PostPosted: Thu, Aug 27 2009, 3:14 AM 

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Tauronemhet returned from the fields in Khalem covered in filth from a day of observation. Fu'harak had accompanied him on his surveyance of the natural resources of the area, acting both as scribe and bodyguard to the often times distracted Khopesh.

There was concern on his features. With the influx of Mulhoranic peoples in the area aswell as the innumerable amount of food being exported to Nes'ek the local farmlands, slaves and orchardeers were being pushed to the breaking point.

This High Harvest Tide did not look to be a good one.

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PostPosted: Sat, Aug 29 2009, 0:14 AM 

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In the marketplace of Djedet, it becomes a common sight to see a comely young bard perched against a large rock, seemingly trying to wrap his head around a certain tune. He constantly plays in public, various song of various themes and emotions, jaunty, sad, inspiring... But beautiful music, always beautiful, always upon a fine wooden sitar.

Yet he seems to ignore all else around him. Whenever he is given an applause or coins for his music, he does not even glance up to acknowledge anyone else, simply continuing with his music, occasionally jotting something down in a notebook; A note adjustment, perhaps, or even lyrics. As the days pass, he seems to spend more and more time in the marketplace, obsessing over his music. One might even spy him in his natural, green metallic form, particularly late at night, although he seems to have the sense to play softly and quietly while people try to sleep. He seems to be becoming a permanent fixture there, yet he stays as clean and handsome as ever despite the days he remains there, his fine silken clothes always neat and clean.

Nonetheless, he seems content to go about in this manner on his own.

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PostPosted: Thu, Sep 03 2009, 2:43 AM 

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A rather new fellow, garbed in dirty clothing and smelling of earth wanders about Djedet. He's somewhat strange, head always tilted in the direction of something stoney or metallic.

Dangling from his belt are a variety of mining impliments and tools. His accent is heavily influenced by dwarven, his words run into each other in a Gnomish fashion and he has the ponderous overthought of a Genasi of the Earth.

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PostPosted: Fri, Sep 18 2009, 13:56 PM 

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*A gilded wooden tablet with ornate hieroglyphs reaches the Servants of Osiris in Djedet.*

To His loyal servants on The Isle of Khem, the 6th Speaker of The Grand Solarium says: Be on your guard; guard the place of the king where you are.

Behold, Pharaoh Horustep III sends you Hanni al-Pasha, the son of Naireya al-Pasha, the 6th Speaker of the Grand Solarium. Pay close attention to what he tells you so that the king does not find fault in you. Everything he tells you, pay careful attention. And be on guard! Be on guard! Do not be negligent. And prepare for the honored Speaker and his men a great deal of food, and wine, and a great deal of everything else. Indeed, he will reach you very quickly. And know that the king is strong like the sun in the sky. For his soldiers and his ships are numerous and in good condition.

The house of the 6th Speaker, al-Pasha

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PostPosted: Sat, Sep 19 2009, 20:15 PM 

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Ramas can be seen making rounds in Djedet, watching over the merchants and other individuals to see if any flaw would fall on the eyesight of the Pasha. There seems to be some preparation in one of the households, workers carry carpets and a massive block of stone. It is whispered the High Priest of Osiris is preparing an altar for the Pasha himself.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sun, Sep 20 2009, 0:00 AM 



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Setu, on hearing the news, can be heard by the others musing about why he had not been informed of this earlyer, wondering if perhaps he had lost favour in the house.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sun, Sep 20 2009, 7:48 AM 

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A brown skinned man, masked and dressed in simple Ranger garbs, bearing the Hand of Sahundakul on his gloves has become an increasingly common sight around Djedet and its surrounding areas. He is usually seen along the roads which he seems to be patrolling of sorts, often making camp by the roadside where he offers passing travellers a warm meal and rest before they move on. Whereve he camps, a simple altar to Shaundakul is also erected. When asked about his intention, he merely gestures to his camp, and the altar.

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PostPosted: Sun, Sep 20 2009, 14:26 PM 

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With an outraged look on his face, having encountered the Brown Skinned man before, during a meeting of sorts in the old glade on Cariegh, Tauronemhet would be seen handing a short note to Gyasi addressed to the captain of the guard.

To the Captain of the Guard,

One would suggest that a certain subversive Ranger be barred from entering Djedet. With the coming of the honoured Pasha, this Males offensive attitudes towards the society and culture of Mulhorandi, coupled with his apparent attempts at subversion within the town, could be seen as offensive to the he who serves in the Pharoahs household.

I have met him before, and make no mistake, he is outright hostile to the long standing tradition of providing for all our people by giving all our people a place in our realm. Better a slave of Mulhorand, than a peasant anywhere else.

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PostPosted: Mon, Sep 21 2009, 16:11 PM 

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Gyasi would deliver the letter to guard Qeb and officer Hlamerha Jabran. Two cycles after that, a reply is sent to Tauronemhet.


Honoured Tauronemhet of house Osirant,


The Guard and Djedet Regime are interested in hearing the details about this particular troublesome Ranger you speak of. If the blessed peace of Djedet is under threat, it must be dealt with.


The prince shall be hostile toward one that delays him, but shall bare his soul to one that loves him.


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PostPosted: Mon, Sep 21 2009, 16:18 PM 

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Praying for Djedets nocturnal safety beneath a sky of orange gray, Setu Harakhty of Horus-Re is suddenly visited by a man draped in light. A gilded projection divined to him from far away. The priest and the glowing hologram speak of many things until the sun sink into the surrounding sea of sand.

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As noone has bothered talking with him, the brown skinned man continous as before, unaware of any complaints about him.

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Dáin Saltbeard - Dwarven sailor and fencer. No, I'm not joking.


 
      
MoshingChris
 
PostPosted: Tue, Sep 22 2009, 5:58 AM 

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A further note is left with Gyasi

To the Honorable Hlamerha Jabran,

I will make myself available at anytime you require given that matters of subversive indoctrination even in its most passive form concern all of us living within the town greatly.

Regards
Tauronemhet
Khopesh of the Whitecrown
House Osirant
Djedet

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Grymia
 
PostPosted: Tue, Sep 22 2009, 7:01 AM 

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Clenalia Kusama, a young female Dairy Herder makes her way about the down seems to continue her business with a bit more of a happy spring in her step. She is known as a Mulan blooded worshipper of Bast, and generally polite although at time described as very feline in some mannerisms.


 
      
Uberuce
 
PostPosted: Sun, Sep 27 2009, 22:26 PM 

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The orcblood troubadour Bekenkhonsu was seen exiting Djedet in a furious rush, rubbing his knuckles. In his wake he left the guardsman Gyasi, who had disrespected the priest Ramas and the Khopesh Tauronemhet, lying on the floor in a semiconscious daze.

//edit: Gyasi, even


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Nekhy
 
PostPosted: Sun, Sep 27 2009, 23:02 PM 



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Bystandards whisper, that guard Gyasi was brought to the tavern for recovery by a pale-skinned man (obviously not local, they point out). Gyasi was badly beaten up, but is slowly recovering.


 
      
hendrack
 
PostPosted: Sun, Oct 04 2009, 21:32 PM 

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Returning from Nes'ek, Ramas Ankhalab stands idle in front of the potion merchant when sounds erupt from the river in front of Djedet. To his horror, he sees Sahuagin emerging from the water and attacking the rafter and a guard. After summoning his Squire from the plane of Heliopolis, Ramas repels the first wave of lizardmen. The rafter remained unscathed, the guard however was injured and taken to safety by locals.

After the first wave Ramas ordered the townsfolk to seek shelter, which most of them would have done out of fear anyway, eventually. Without anyone on the streets aside the guardsmen, shut windows and barricaded homes Djedet would have been a very different sight to visitors.

More Sahuagin emerged, but all waves were repelled. One of them, apparently their leader, passed Ramas with a defiant hiss to submerge into the safety of the river. After standing two hours guard, things eventually return to normality in Djedet. A letter from Ramas is tucked near the gates.

Servants of the Eight!

The Sahuagin have dared to attack the village of Djedet. They have chosen to threaten us, now they shall reap our wrath. I ask every follower of the Eight to gather in near time
* for a crusade into the depths of the Alambar Sea to end the Sahuagin threat once and for all.

High Priest Ramas Ankhalab


//* Would be nice to turn this into a little event when you lots have time the next week. A DM would be awesome as well.


 
      
camthrax
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 05 2009, 3:55 AM 



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A return letter is sent directly to Ramas, but for all of the Servents of the Eight to read.

Brother Ramas, the blade of the Helcaliant is ready to strike when you are. I recently discovered that the sahuagin have invaded the area, in a seperate incident in the temple. I encourage all to join in this crusade.

//Set a time, and I'll try and work with it. Sucks being on pretty much polar opposite time zones, but I'll work around you, being that my schedule is all over the place.


 
      
Grymia
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 05 2009, 4:05 AM 

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While I cannot provide as strong a warrior's arms as the rest, I can lend my hand where able in Bast's name, and continue to provide Cheese, Butter and other foodstuffs as well. -- Clenalia Kusama


 
      
hendrack
 
PostPosted: Thu, Oct 08 2009, 17:09 PM 

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A simple note is added to Ramas' last notice.

Is this all the followers of the Eight can muster? Honoured Setu of House Helcaliant and a cook? We are under the watchful sight of the godpharaoh, his eyes are watching over us like a circling hawk.

We are to bring justice to the servants of Sekolah and show them the steel gauntlet of the great empire of Mulhorand.

I expect better.

- Ramas


 
      
hendrack
 
PostPosted: Sat, Oct 10 2009, 21:01 PM 

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Ramas, Tauronemhet and Nenwy can be seen heading towards the Lost River, prepared for battle. After hours, they return through portal in a sorrow state... massive dents in their armor, murky water clinging to their clothes, blood everywhere on them. Tauronemhet seems in best shape of them all. Ramas and Nenwy look quite beaten up, barely able to walk.

Soon after, a dehydrated man was found in front of the Djedet gates. He was taken into one of the shacks by the three followers of Osiris. After some time the three emerged again and Ramas can be seen stomping through Djedet with a most displeased look on his face.


 
      
Nekhy
 
PostPosted: Sat, Oct 10 2009, 22:50 PM 



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Nenwy can be seen at the market in the following days, purchasing simple items of clothing and footwear, and plenty of fruits, meats, breads and other foodstuffs, carrying them to the shack occupied by the Osirants.


 
      
Kjetta
 
PostPosted: Sun, Oct 11 2009, 0:19 AM 

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And there is no sign of House Al'Zahiadja's caravan...

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camthrax
 
PostPosted: Sun, Oct 11 2009, 2:43 AM 



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In the coming days, people would notice a distinct lack of a certain bald headed man's prescence in the town, his daily and nightly vigils watching over the towship seem to have ceased.

If one were to enter the premises of the small but well furnished hut that Setu Harahkty inhabits in the township of djedet, they would notice that no clothing, nor valuables that are easily removeable are left within the hut, though the furnishings remain. There is no sign of a struggle, and if one were to close the front door and look at it from inside the hut, a large paparys scroll has been attached there. It displays no words, but instead, a large Ankh is there placed, with hawk wings spreading from the cross bar. Above it, a set of brown hawk eyes, frowning, as if watching over the place.


//I'm off for a week or four. This leaves some intrigue for you lot to follow up on while i'm gone, and it gives me time to think about the story plot thingo I have planned for my character, following along similar lines to the song User~Maat~Be by Nile.


 
      
camthrax
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 26 2009, 3:19 AM 



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The eyes in the night seem to have returned, as well as the home of one Setu Harakhty seeming to have shown recent signs of life.


 
      
camthrax
 
PostPosted: Fri, Nov 20 2009, 22:10 PM 



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// For those interested in reading, I will be trying to maintain a forum prescence with my character's story, as playing will be slightly difficult at the moment.

Check here!


 
      
hendrack
 
PostPosted: Wed, Dec 09 2009, 22:50 PM 

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Ramas Ankhalab can be seen leaving Djedet, apparently prepared for a longer absence. He leaves word he may be reached in Misthan for emergencies.

// Extended OOC break on my side, as atm 90% of Khem is inactive.


 
      
hendrack
 
PostPosted: Fri, Jan 08 2010, 18:46 PM 

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A falcon helmed figure enters Djedet with a caravan and it is whispered the priest of Osiris is back from Misthan.

//Back


 
      
MoshingChris
 
PostPosted: Mon, Jan 11 2010, 4:49 AM 

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A figure cloaked in simple browns makes his way into the town giving a brief nod to the Guardsman, he is followed by a whiplike youth all cord and muscle whose serious disposition belies his apparent immaturity.

//Setting up the return

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camthrax
 
PostPosted: Tue, Jan 12 2010, 20:55 PM 



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// Minor update to the story.


 
      
Pony
 
PostPosted: Tue, Jan 19 2010, 15:50 PM 



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:: A letter bearing the seal of the Grand Master of the Eternal Order is send to Ramas.::



Honorable Ramas,

soon I shall step on the blood soaked ground of those who before me have defended their honor to the death by combat. As you know, I am old and with this age my skills in combat have wavered and my challenger is a capable knight of Mystra. If it shall come to it, I will embrace death as a long lost brother.

Yet the propserity of Khem and the peace for the people is of utmost priority to me. I wish to speak to you before my fate is decided, so that we may part as friends and do all we can to ensure the sanctity of the lifes of those placed under our care shall not be infringed. I ask you to welcome a convoy of my order to the township of Djedet and that we may dine together.

Sharina Milla Fryar,
Grand Master of the Eternal Order



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hendrack
 
PostPosted: Tue, Jan 19 2010, 17:40 PM 

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A reply is sent to the Cathedral of the Martyr-Saint.

Honoured Grand Master,

Djedet will welcome your delegation and I shall prepare my chambers for a banquet.

-signed
Ramas Ankhalab


 
      
MoshingChris
 
PostPosted: Fri, Jan 29 2010, 0:52 AM 

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Looking wan and pale Tauronemhet returns stiffly to his abode, nearly dragging a warhammer behind him, muttering about Velsharrans and Necromancers in General. He is not seen for many days but Fu'harak does erect a banner outside his door stating with purpose that it is his intention to make war upon something or someone.

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