[center][img]http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/NMShape/coollogo_com-123147_zpsbb30635c.png[/img][/center][center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center][center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2860175]Previously on CaH RPG[/url][/center]
	Chris, in his Daidalos Mk. 6 armor, soared above the Egyptian city of Luxor as he headed towards the Valley of the Kings, where there was recently a bizarre incident that involved an archaeological expedition that was funded by Chris’ company, the Knight’s Corp.  Since his encounters with that metahuman who gave Little Ulster and Newark a facelift, Nightmare, and the ‘Demon’ invasion of Lost Haven, Chris had developed a new suit of armor that theoretically could resist magical-based weapons and powers.  Even though back across the pond it still felt like winter, the weather at Luxor was in the mid-seventies degrees Fahrenheit.  He even had to set his suit’s internal air-conditioning to its lowest setting just to ensure that he would not overhead inside his mechanical suit.

	Normally, if anyone had heard the rumors of what had happened, that person would have dismissed it as fiction.  However, with what has happened over the last couple months, almost nothing would not surprise him.  Matter manipulating metahumans, people with animal characteristics, and men who can catch falling space stations, just to name a few.  Apparently, the archaeological team haplessly aroused a mummified sorcerer who had been ‘slumbering’ for centuries.  There was only one survivor from the team that went into the tomb first; however, even she did not leave the tomb unharmed.  

	Since the Egyptian sorcerer, Sethotep, was only a decayed mummy, he needed to absorb the life energy of another individual in order to restore his body to how it was centuries ago.  Doctor Zimmerman was unfortunately the first of the team whom Sethotep went after.  Since at the time, Sethotep could not see, he could not discern that Doctor Zimmerman was an elderly man and therefore not a suitable source for restoring his own life-force.  At that moment, while Doctor Zimmerman laid on the floor, rapidly aged past the point where a human could be alive, only Sarah Cox, the presumed sole survivor of this incident, remained, as Curtis Schmidt’s whereabouts were known at the time and a column of black light enveloped Doctor Zimmerman’s son, Jeffery, moments after his father had been seemingly killed by rapid aging.  

	Sarah’s life force was definitely young enough to sustain Sethotep; however, since Sethotep was not privy to the modern world’s culture and gender ambiguity, he mistook Sarah for a young man.  Once the ancient Egyptian realized his error while absorbing her life force, Sethotep abruptly aborted the process and left the tomb to find a suitable source for restoring his former youthfulness, which resulted in leaving Sarah behind in a weird condition that mixed her own life force with that of Doctor Zimmerman, which the Egyptian Sorcerer had swapped during the life force absorption process.

	While Chris was soaring toward the Valley of the Kings, a beam that constituted of magical energy was launched in his direction.  However, Chris’ newly constructed armor was able to mitigate the attack.  While it did not prevent the blast from pushing Chris back, it did not knock him out of the sky, either.

	From below arose the Egyptian Sorcerer, hovering in mid-air.  He kept rising until he was level with Chris.  Then, he began to speak in ancient Egyptian, which Chris could not quite understand.  The computer system within Chris’ Daidalos armor activated a program that would use any and all linguistic knowledge within its databanks in order to translate what the now-resurrected Egyptian was saying.

	“…and the Lands of the Nile.  You seem quite peculiar, since your skin seems to be made out of [i][error – closest approximation, iron][/i].  I presume that the worshippers of Isis and Osiris have sent you in order to [i][error – closest approximation, take me out][/i].  But the will of my [i][error – closest approximation, patron deity][/i], Set, shall be done.”

	[color=C0C0C0]“I don’t know if you will be able to understand what I am saying, but I don’t care whether you worship Set or Super-Star Jesus.  If you mess with [i]my[/i] people, I’ll mess you up.”[/color]

	“Your tongue is strange, [i][error – closest approximation, iron][/i] warrior.  While your language is undecipherable to me, your tone seemed quite hostile [i][error – closest approximation, ethnical dative, to me][/i].”  Then, Sethotop raised up his arms above his head, causing a brownish aura to appear around his hands.  In unison with arms, the vortex of sand swirled up into the air, hurling Chris around and around until he was ejected out from the dust tornado and send spiraling down towards the ground.  If it was not for his armor’s flight mechanisms, Chris would have smashed head first into the desert sands below him.

	“I was hoping for a greater [i][error – closest approximation, challenge][/i].”  The Egyptian servant of Set taunted as he slowly descended to the ground.  “I never thought that Osiris would send such a puny [i][error – closest approximation, champion, avatar, representative of a god][/i] to challenge me.”  After he had said that, a beam of lightning rippled out towards Sethotep’s back.  If he had not reacted in time to parry the blast of lightning, the Egyptian sorcerer would have been fried.  “Perhaps I spoke too soon.”