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

[color=758241]"Cryptic answers? I had expected The Morrigahn to be more direct, and foretell death more openly for all her ravens and crows. Yet it seems you would prefer to make your plans unknown to me, even now you dare not think of them in my presence."[/color] Thoth preened himself, a act unnecessary for a god, but perhaps natural for the form he took to represent himself here of all places. Ivory feathers, white as snow against the background of her dark feathered flock, yet black tips and a ebony beak stemming from the jet neck. With long legs the Wordborn One stood tall amongst the others, though small in comparison to the Queen. It was her realm after all, and to offend her hospitalities was to make an enemy of a possibly ally. Yet Thoth was not nicknamed 'he who bears two faces' merely for the fact that he wears either his ibis mask or his baboon mask to present himself, but rather for the nature of his task to keep universal balance. It is after all, a strange place to be in when your former ally suddenly turns into an enemy by assisting your enemies. Such was the job, to maintain equilibrium was to play both sides.

[color=758241]"I expected more from a goddess who lays claim to Fate. A blind king bears witness."[/color] This of course was reference to Oedipus, whose parents in attempting to defy fate, merely fulfilled it. Thoth was not bound by fate after all, and had the power to change it by serving as fate's polar opposite. Wherein fate in concerned about the beginning, middle and end of the story, equilibrium was concerned about keeping the story from ever ending such that it may continue into the eons past until the Void reclaims everything as equilibrium comes to a close dies. But that would cause the end of all things, and neither Thoth, nor the Morrigahn nor any god would care for their own demise. Or would they? [color=758241]"I bring change to tip the scales, where I see fit, should you be with me, or against me. Set makes his move now. And I shall bolster him so. War it is, where will you stand War Maiden? There are only two sides to my scales, Stand in the middle and you shall be cast into the void."[/color]

With that Thoth left, stretching his wings to take flight, leaving the Celtic underworld for the cosmos, his home wherein his form molted away. white feathers dropped as he ascended, far into the stratosphere, beyond the reach of the birds and taking on his true form as his hands grasped the celestial objects across the Egyptian sky. The sun halted in its advance, and the moon locked in hers. Two eyes aligned in the eclipse, as the darkness took the skies over Egypt and Rome. From every place upon the known world, a perfect total eclipse, an impossibility, and yet, there it was, by the work of a God's hand in warping the space between the Earth, moon and sun. Their movements on a track, guided by his hands and sheer will.

War was being declared by Set, an insult Apollo should bear to protest Zeus and goad them off into war. So it shall be, with or without the Phantom Queen.