[h1][color=tan]Sutekh, The Angry Lord of Sand[/color][/h1]

Oh chaos. Disorder. Disharmony.  As the god of War, Shadows, Sand, and Disorder, he knew how apep felt, but yet he also knew Balance. Ebb and Flow. Where the Tides Rise, they must also lower, and where Wood shall Float, Stone Shall Sink. His plans weren't 'Set in Stone.' Stone words and plans cannot be changed freely! No. He was known for his unpredictability, And he shall Not disappoint the Romans any longer!

His allies needed time and Chance.   His people need Reason.


First... The House of Sutekh, House of Seth, HIS temple. He would call his worshipers to it. Not many remember the Truth of Set. The Glory of Set. But the Cult of set could never forget, as would not the gods. His people, his cult. Those with darkened hearts he calls to set flames, fires, and dangers for the filth around them. Burn the camps, walls and halls of the Roman. Houses, Villas, Warehouses, and small fort fires. Murders in the street. Those who commit these attacks shall wear Dark Red Mantles- and attack saying prayers and worships to him. Their weapons will be the Khopesh and Spear. Those of a lighter heart, shall gather and worship the god of Egypt. Rekindle the worship of every Egyptian god- spread the stories. These people would act as any normal Egyptian, but at night mark the homes of Romans who are accepting of Egyptian culture, or are Tolerable as Egyptians or friends. No Egyptian is to be harmed unless Truly a traitor to Egypt, and no innocent roman is to be targeted either in any manner. They are the followers of Set, a logical god of War- may-hap a bit unpredictable, but even the unpredictable has logic! They are not ruthless followers of that vicious Cat... Though all of the worshipers are asked to gather any cultists of the Snake, Apep, and let them know trouble is to be had, The followers of that despicable cat shall be told that blood shall be spilled and had, and they are welcome to aid and join. Ultimately Set has called upon those who would listen to his voice out of the faithful Egyptians, to spread that faith once more- and act as they would. To the leaders of his cult he grants a single boon, a fraction of power over sand, to lend aid to their agents and to help protect his people... but to give so much of the sands... No. He would give his power to protect his people, HIS home of Egypt. If this leaves him the Storms and Shadows he did not Care! He is Still the among the Strongest of gods! To rival that of any other!

Now that Fool. He too must be dealt with. He would remind the world who is watching. As it reaches noon, the sun goes dark shadowed in an eclipse as all around Apollo the sand stirs and whirls- he can still manage a simple sandstorm. [color=tan]"Hello Young One."[/color] His voice curls and winds about the Greeks own Latin, Set has played some with a few Greeks before, it is a unique and wise language true, a shame it is twisted so by so many. [color=tan]"You hold the Sun in Thrall, but the sun no matter how strong will only make more Shadow." [/color] He smiles as this fact, forming before the arrogant god of  Oracles Music and the Sun. [color=tan]"No.. You are not Ra... The more I look at you, the more I realize you lack balance. You have no 'Set' to your 'Ra'... No. You are Merely Apollo."[/color]