[h1][center][color=orangered]Bes'eshe Sethokpara[/color][/center][/h1]

Bes'eshe gave a delicate sniff of her nose, remaining frowning. She questioned the wisdom in allying with Apophis. Chaos was what they neeed true, but that serpent was treachous and she was loath for her beloved father to place himself along side the ancient enemy of Ra. But he must, the rational part concluded for her. As was his role in the grand scheme of the Egyptian gods, it was his role to stand beside Ra and be enemy of the Chaos Serpent. Even if that role now called him to stand beside the once enemy. A dangerous position Bes'eshe Sethokpara was not comfortable with. [color=orangered] "I suppose I shall delegate to the opinion of my esteemed father."[/color] Her soft voice thick with sarcasm as she raised brow. [color=orangered] "Just don't try to sail a ship made of stone again, lest it be unfortunate to sink as the one prior again." [/color] She could not help the playful jab at the ancient God. It had always been one of her favorite stories and one she was loathed to let Sutekh forget. Giving him a smile, she frowned at the youngster who was at least her junior of ten years, if not a tad more.

She could hear the words echo across the swirling, humid air. [i]"Not that it matters. Nothing came of it,so nothing has happened!"[/i] A unfounded phrase. Just because nothing came of it in that moment did not mean nothing would happen. [color=orangered]"Just because could doesn't mean they should."[/color] She points out, coolly. [color=orangered]"Just because nothing happened now, doesn't mean it will never. That officer will remember your face, your words and they will talk. The more the talk the more others will know." [/color] She shakes her head before glancing over Qelhatat's head to peer at Set. [color=orangered]"Now, mind if I seek out this commander? Perhaps I can learn more, where Apophis; did not."[/color] She raises a brow and gives a smirk. [color=orangered]"I am more accustomed to polite conversation. Even with Roman [i]barbari[/i]."[/color]

[h1][center][color=black]The Morrigahn[/color][/center][/h1]

Watching the Dagda rile to war, the Morrigahn grips his shoulder before he could bound away. [color=black]"It was not your own. But you hold some fault in this. Go to stop these Romans but be wary and act not with haste. We require allies and there is one who rests among the time who will rise along with us as equals." [/black] Her pale hand loosened, as she finished her cryptic words. The Morrigahn was never the straight forward one. Never when there was not great need or anger. For while she directed the fates of men, she was keeper of many secrets of many gods. [color=black]"Go."[/color] She commanded, releasing the God as she turned to the North.

Moving swiftly she sent her birds flying. Warriors would come from the clans and tribes of Britannia. Her followers would drive them madden dogs against the Romans. Blackness shrouded her form before a raven broke free whirling north further still. Blackened forms far blow marched south with horse and dog. Spear and sword. Women and men would go and aid but first. There was a pressing matter to attend to. To the South she flew, her power teleporting her to stand before the gates of the Roman Underworld. The domain of Hades. Raising a staff, she slammed the butt into the ground a ringing call echoing out into the darkness. [color=black] "Lord of Hades, hear me speak! Bargain and will I aim to seek!"[/color] It was not often she faced against the God of the Roman and Greek dead, in fact it was never. But the Morrigan had a plan, and a idea which would turn the tide of Fate.

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