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

The Morrigahn sighs, she should have known better than to trust that the Dagda would see the obvious. Folding her hands within the long sleeves of her gown she looked down at the image with a raised brow. [color=black] "You would have been born into family with two Gods denser than the stone of the deep earth." [/color] The Phantom Queen chuckled dryly to herself. She would have to be more direct, much more so. He, her pantheon's king, was bellowing as she watched bemused. After several long minutes she strode forward to seize the Dagda's chin. [color=black] "You shall have your ale as soon as we figure out what to do about the Egyptians who we have been allied with since your daughter courted with the God of the Red Sand." [/color] Her own black eyes flickering with mirth, but her grip was strong. 

Before he could say aught more or start to bellow she continued louder, with a firm tone. A tone that brooked no argument. [color=black] "The [i]God[/i] does not know, I believe. Ma'at, however, is the unknown variable as ever. We need this alliance, My King. The augmented power will pincer the Roman troops. They cannot fight on two fronts without some miracle, and they will not be expecting a new Goddess born of our two Pantheons."[/color] Pulling his head to peer down at the girl again, the Goddess gives him a stern look. [color=black]"Your granddaughter was place in Egypt for her protection and to stay Set from acting too rash. Brigid had a moments fancy pretending to be a mortal, later coming to me for aid. We bound her powers lest the Romans find out, or another pantheon. Now, before you start bellowing or dashing off old friend. THINK! Think what will happen for her sake and Brigid who has spent these years in self exile. We need her power but we shall have to speak to Set, and I'd rather [i]remain[/i] alive and in one piece. He's been known to rip body parts off those who harm Bes'eshe Sethokpara Brigidborne."[/color] Releasing the god she gives him a raised brow and stern look. Silently commanding him to not be so dense. Though she had enough pity to pour and offer him a goblet of wine.

[center][h1][color=Gold] Apollo [/color][/h1][/center]

Apollo roared in fury as he flashed himself to his golden temple. It reflected his mood not at all in it's cheery columns of polished gold and floors of pale marble. Both polished to reflect the perfection that was his face. He was stunning, handsome, powerful! And yet, yet this God- This fallen God dared to defy him! To challenge him! Blasting a servant to ash he strode up to the throne of blazing white gold, a arrogance that Zeus barely tolerated. The only reason Apollo wasn't reined in was because that he was their god of the sun, and also controlled the moon through his twin sister Artemis. Musing over Set he snarled furiously upset. He wanted the man to pay, and pay dearly. But how to do it. His eyes gleamed as he accessed his powers, looking- seeking a opening to take a stab at the vicious God. And a cruel, cold smile marred his features as he spotted a woman by the Nile, he would strike Set through his people. But first... He required his soldiers. Leaning back he chuckled darkly. The people of Egypt would pay for their God's wrongs.

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