[color=999983][h1]The Scribe[/h1][/color]

Two projections. A conversation within the mind itself, as one was laid forth before the other. It was the beauty of the written word, for it could be distributed, recorded, eternal. Written upon papyrus to be spread throughout the libraries. Carved upon stone to last the centuries. Or Etched into the sand to be such a fleeting secret message that would scatter in the desert winds. And as Set's whisper presented itself upon the sands of the underworld, the voice of the mocking outcast, Thoth had bowed his head before Osiris who had appeared just as well to witness judgment upon this soul. And see the failures of the voice? The tongue was capable of lying, such was the sinister fact of speech as it flies twisting itself upon the language of words. Crafting them with impurities of the tainted heart such that even those sacred words may yet lie. But write down these confessions, a written testament to behold, the law was clear and who was it who wrote the Law?

A wave of his hand, a stroke of his fingers, then before Set his reply returned back for magic shall beget magic. [b][i]Fools favor flattery. Such is the paradox: The Red Sand seeks action rather than words, so he comes to the Lord of Words for action? Bitter is the one who cares for worship and praise, when their temples and shrines are defiled, Angered is he to watch his faithful persecuted and enslaved, so he comes to the Scribe for Counsel. Look to skies, Lord of Red Lands, behold my works, and know that it is time.[/i][/b] Written upon the fine grain sand on which the dead kings played chess upon, set before Set the written words of Thoth. Did the god forget that no thoughts are safe from Thoth? He who embodies knowing in itself? For Ma'at knew the heart well, but Thoth knew the mind best. Even the Gods were not beyond his grasp, for in the very process of Set's plan to goad him into action with Words, Thoth had gazed into the mind of Set to view into the nature of his words. And the message should suffice to be a reminder for Set to be far more straightforward in the future, as well as a message to tell Set that the Voice of Ra himself believed it was time to act at last. Lasting no more, the message was erased as quickly as it was written, scattering to the winds.

"It is time." Thoth's reply to Osiris, far less convoluted or perhaps patronizing than the one to the last god. [color=758241]"There is another Underworld which holds another meeting. Another God who acts like fate speak with the Godking of the Underworld. This I know for I am Thoth. For it is not seclusion when one is part of the universe, and I have merely bided my time. The game continues once more, and I have come to claim my pieces. O, Lord of the Dead, will you not play Senet?"[/color] The Phantom Queen and Plutus, who would have thought? Thoth did. And made plans for this day, a day where the queen shall play pawn in this gambit. Yet if it was clear to Thoth, his plan was made unclear to others, speaking only in parts of the greater design. The question becomes if Osiris could pick up on Thoth's advice fast enough.

For the living could worship their gods of choice, but the dead could only bow before one Lord...