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

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The balance of power must be preserved, though now the Greco-Roman gods had taken the plinth of powers, they would soon be swept away like words written in sand. As they have said themselves, the wheel turns for all, and who better it was than the gods to turn the wheel? Hecuba Regina, was it not? 

[color=758241]"The less which is known, the more powerful am I. For what good is a god of knowledge, when all is known? Nothing to ask for, nothing to grant. An empty prayer for an empty god. I speak of the balance between truth and mystery. For I am the keeper of balance, and set the cosmos into such crucial equilibrium that not even you may rule over the living, nor us over the dead. These underworld souls are yours to lord over, but the living often pray not to you unless they are awaiting mercy in death. For me to disrupt the balance, I must ask of you to release the souls I seek, in exchange for the innocent souls I have condemned to die in their place. An undying army, an effigy of death, a mockery of the afterlife, for into the remains of the dead their Ka shall be infused by the magicks of a chosen mortal. Gather all of us, to select our eternal champion. A god among mortals, and a mortal to receive our blessings in life and damnation in death, for they shall be the sacrifice we make to retake Egypt..."[/color]

And with this, Thoth had revealed a part of his plan, though it was merely the beginnings of his convoluted path to upstaging the Roman Gods. For if it were as easy as summoning forth the dead, it would have been easy. No, this plan required Thoth to trick fate itself, and he was the god capable of doing so. The game continues after all this time, and the pieces were being set. The mortals shall play it out for the gods, lest the gods were to destroy the world in their wanton destruction. The Olympians were powerful enough to sweep the board united, but spoil one of twelve, and watch them crumble before the plays Thoth had presaged.

Placing his hands together and slowly spreading them apart, Was formed between the Scribe's palms, the staff manifesting itself from seemingly nothing. A scepter which unlocked the potential of those who wielded it, enough to change the status quo, a tool for both balance and imbalance. Thoth's Was was the adjusting factor, for it is to be said that Knowledge was the great equalizer of all things. So presented was the mystic artifact and left in Osiris' charge, as a parting gift before Thoth willed himself elsewhere, leaving the Egyptian Underworld for another place to meet with another god who shall find him waiting again.

Surely she would have seen his arrival coming, or perhaps not for Thoth existed in the realm outside of fate. When the Phantom queen returns to her realm from her scheme with Hades, she would find Thoth waiting in the form of his holy bird. And certainly she would come, for an unprecedented intrusion in her realm would warrant more attention than sending forth mere exarchs to deal with Thoth. What was the crafty bird doing here? What plans had he for her? In his long absence that he return to the board game again? He had dealt with a king, now it was time to move his queen into position.

An Ibis awaits amongst the Ravens and Crows.