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At the very heart of Egypt, there exists a grand structure to which all other structures pale: Akhetaten—the Palace of Light. Its origins is one of conflicting mythos. Some say it rose along with the universe out of the primordial sea of chaos. Others claim it was constructed by a great ruler who reigned long before the first Pharaoh. However it may have came to be, it is now a sacred residence in which pilgrims who have awakened to Ma'at come to convene with the gods. Akhetaten houses a monolithic obelisk—one that pierces the very heavens. The runes carved into its body is the language of the gods, incomprehensible to mortal men. The current of life essence that gathers at this holy ground is the most concentrated of any place existing in Egypt, even perhaps the world.
Gold inlays the exterior of the palace and its walls are carved with the story of the great creator and his journey across the sky. At the great hall, a man dressed in an elegant robe and sashes, carrying a grand staff, stands before eight giants clothed in sunlight; their appearances only distinguishable by their shapely figures and nothing else. "He who has earned our favor, we bestow upon you the highest title of any mortal man. From hence forth, you will be known by all as the En'jer—king of kings." The bellowing voice of the masculine giant resounds throughout the great hall.
"En'jer huh? I most humbly accept." The man, whose face is hidden from view, bows in deepest gratitude and respect.
"I have but one question, En'jer. Why did you refuse our offer of Godhood?" The voice of a female giant asks the man.
"Because I have one desire I've yet to fulfill."
"And that is?"
"I will unite all of Egypt." The man proclaims proudly and without a hint of hesitation in his voice.
The collective of giants smile. "Is that so?"
The great hall of Thebes' royal palace is remarkably silent today as the kingdom's officials anxiously await the arrival of their new Pharaoh. A Pharaoh they once knew to be just a boy. A royal child destined to be Pharaoh before his unfortunate exile from the kingdom some twelve years ago. It's funny how destiny works: ignorant of all other events. Despite all that's happened, the boy will still be assuming the throne after all. Not even a single whisper escape the lips of any of the officials. Then, the magnificent doors at the end of the hall opposite the throne opens, filling the long corridor with sunlight. Shadows of several figures cast onto the stone floor of the hall. As the eyes of the officials finally adjust to the light, they see him: their new Pharaoh.
A boy of long blue hair and amber eyes stands before them, dressed in the rags of a weary traveler. His expression is nothing short of pure awe at the sight of the great hall. His memory of the place is fuzzy, no doubt, so such a reaction is to be expected. Accompanying the would-be Pharaoh is a band of soldiers sent by his very kingdom to find him and... a stranger. A tall, muscular man covered in foreign images. He seems the warrior type. "Whooooa! Would ya take a look at this place? Pretty jaw-dropping huh, Zamonth?" The young Pharaoh asks his foreign companion as he casually taps his chest with the back of his hand.
"ALL HAIL PHARAOH AMENHOTEP!" The collective of officials chanted in unison.
The young Pharaoh is immediately taken back by their sudden chant. He's definitely not used to such a display. "R-Right! I should probably respond." He thinks to himself before taking a respectful bow. "Please to meet you all!" The officials begin to whisper amongst themselves. Did the Pharaoh just bowed to them? What an odd sight to see. They're unsure how to even process such a move by their Pharaoh. Amenhotep, more commonly referred to as Amen, stands back up and looks around, confused by their reaction. "Did I say something wrong?" He wonders aloud.
"Ahh, Pharaoh Amenhotep. It is of the greatest pleasure to have you home." A feminine voice emanates from the crowd of officials. A seemingly young woman appears before Amen. She is dressed elaborately, even more so than the others.
"Nice to meet you. And you would be?"
"I am Iaret. Third wife to the late Pharaoh Thutmose. I am simply a minor adviser now."
"She looks almost my age! How much of a pervert was this guy?! Crap, I shouldn't speak ill of the dead! Sorry, sorry, sorry-"
"You must be tired from your travels. A hot bath and new clothes await you in your chamber. I will be by shortly with your Viziers."
"Oh, thanks! Oh yeah, this big guy here is Zamonth." Amen points his thumb to the foreign warrior. "He's like a... brother in arms. If you guys could give him a place to stay and make sure he's fed, that'd be great."
"I'll be sure to have a servant prepare a room for our guest." Iaret smiles warmly.
A bit later, Amen finishes with his hot bath after shooing away the servant girls with rather voluptuous assets there to assist in his bathing. He then puts on his new clothes which include quite a bit of royal jewelry. "Heh, I used to steal these. Now I gotta get used to wearing them." He remarks about the jewelry.
"Pharaoh Amenhotep." The familiar, soothing voice of Iaret calls out to him. Amen walks to the front of his chamber and is greeted by Iaret and four other people. A girl with long hair who's dressed like a priestess, a young man with blonde hair, and a girl in dark, loose robes. Is she hiding something under there? Finally, there was an older gentleman in the sea of young faces. "These four will be your teachers, guides, and personal guards. They're your Viziers." Iaret explains.
"Hmm...? But I already got someone like that: Zamonth." Amen blankly states.
"You mean that tattooed brute? No, no, no, no. That won't do! You need real viziers, trained in the ways of the court and knowledgeable about the various aspects of your kingdom. Allow me to introduce myself, my Pharaoh. I am Aperel: royal architect and scribe." The old vizier who has an inflated air of self-worth introduces himself. Insulting Zamonth behind his back... What a coward.
Gold inlays the exterior of the palace and its walls are carved with the story of the great creator and his journey across the sky. At the great hall, a man dressed in an elegant robe and sashes, carrying a grand staff, stands before eight giants clothed in sunlight; their appearances only distinguishable by their shapely figures and nothing else. "He who has earned our favor, we bestow upon you the highest title of any mortal man. From hence forth, you will be known by all as the En'jer—king of kings." The bellowing voice of the masculine giant resounds throughout the great hall.
"En'jer huh? I most humbly accept." The man, whose face is hidden from view, bows in deepest gratitude and respect.
"I have but one question, En'jer. Why did you refuse our offer of Godhood?" The voice of a female giant asks the man.
"Because I have one desire I've yet to fulfill."
"And that is?"
"I will unite all of Egypt." The man proclaims proudly and without a hint of hesitation in his voice.
The collective of giants smile. "Is that so?"
Chapter 1: The Prince Returns
The great hall of Thebes' royal palace is remarkably silent today as the kingdom's officials anxiously await the arrival of their new Pharaoh. A Pharaoh they once knew to be just a boy. A royal child destined to be Pharaoh before his unfortunate exile from the kingdom some twelve years ago. It's funny how destiny works: ignorant of all other events. Despite all that's happened, the boy will still be assuming the throne after all. Not even a single whisper escape the lips of any of the officials. Then, the magnificent doors at the end of the hall opposite the throne opens, filling the long corridor with sunlight. Shadows of several figures cast onto the stone floor of the hall. As the eyes of the officials finally adjust to the light, they see him: their new Pharaoh.
A boy of long blue hair and amber eyes stands before them, dressed in the rags of a weary traveler. His expression is nothing short of pure awe at the sight of the great hall. His memory of the place is fuzzy, no doubt, so such a reaction is to be expected. Accompanying the would-be Pharaoh is a band of soldiers sent by his very kingdom to find him and... a stranger. A tall, muscular man covered in foreign images. He seems the warrior type. "Whooooa! Would ya take a look at this place? Pretty jaw-dropping huh, Zamonth?" The young Pharaoh asks his foreign companion as he casually taps his chest with the back of his hand.
"ALL HAIL PHARAOH AMENHOTEP!" The collective of officials chanted in unison.
The young Pharaoh is immediately taken back by their sudden chant. He's definitely not used to such a display. "R-Right! I should probably respond." He thinks to himself before taking a respectful bow. "Please to meet you all!" The officials begin to whisper amongst themselves. Did the Pharaoh just bowed to them? What an odd sight to see. They're unsure how to even process such a move by their Pharaoh. Amenhotep, more commonly referred to as Amen, stands back up and looks around, confused by their reaction. "Did I say something wrong?" He wonders aloud.
"Ahh, Pharaoh Amenhotep. It is of the greatest pleasure to have you home." A feminine voice emanates from the crowd of officials. A seemingly young woman appears before Amen. She is dressed elaborately, even more so than the others.
"Nice to meet you. And you would be?"
"I am Iaret. Third wife to the late Pharaoh Thutmose. I am simply a minor adviser now."
"She looks almost my age! How much of a pervert was this guy?! Crap, I shouldn't speak ill of the dead! Sorry, sorry, sorry-"
"You must be tired from your travels. A hot bath and new clothes await you in your chamber. I will be by shortly with your Viziers."
"Oh, thanks! Oh yeah, this big guy here is Zamonth." Amen points his thumb to the foreign warrior. "He's like a... brother in arms. If you guys could give him a place to stay and make sure he's fed, that'd be great."
"I'll be sure to have a servant prepare a room for our guest." Iaret smiles warmly.
A bit later, Amen finishes with his hot bath after shooing away the servant girls with rather voluptuous assets there to assist in his bathing. He then puts on his new clothes which include quite a bit of royal jewelry. "Heh, I used to steal these. Now I gotta get used to wearing them." He remarks about the jewelry.
"Pharaoh Amenhotep." The familiar, soothing voice of Iaret calls out to him. Amen walks to the front of his chamber and is greeted by Iaret and four other people. A girl with long hair who's dressed like a priestess, a young man with blonde hair, and a girl in dark, loose robes. Is she hiding something under there? Finally, there was an older gentleman in the sea of young faces. "These four will be your teachers, guides, and personal guards. They're your Viziers." Iaret explains.
"Hmm...? But I already got someone like that: Zamonth." Amen blankly states.
"You mean that tattooed brute? No, no, no, no. That won't do! You need real viziers, trained in the ways of the court and knowledgeable about the various aspects of your kingdom. Allow me to introduce myself, my Pharaoh. I am Aperel: royal architect and scribe." The old vizier who has an inflated air of self-worth introduces himself. Insulting Zamonth behind his back... What a coward.
Alright, after carefully reviewing all the sheets, I've decided to accept Nebet @Rune_Alchemist, Zamonth @Acid Hippie, Qar @Jinxer, and Satiah @Grey.
It was a tough decision to make, having to choose four out of the 8 CS. Thank you to everyone who put up a CS but weren't accepted. If spots ever open up, I'll have you all in mind if you're still interested by then.
To those who are accepted, you can go ahead and post your CS over to the Characters tab.
It was a tough decision to make, having to choose four out of the 8 CS. Thank you to everyone who put up a CS but weren't accepted. If spots ever open up, I'll have you all in mind if you're still interested by then.
To those who are accepted, you can go ahead and post your CS over to the Characters tab.
@Grey Can find nothing of fault with the CS; aside from the techniques, which you have none, but we'll discuss that if and when you're accepted.
Deadline for all remaining CS is tomorrow.
Deadline for all remaining CS is tomorrow.
☾ Tsukihana
The mood is... tense, to say the least. From the look on Lily's face, it seems Tsuki's explanation didn't go over too well. If only he hadn't appeared when he did with his hands in such a precarious position, he might have salvage some trust from Lily with his explanation, and his dignity. She radiated anger; not the explosive kind but the churning, boiling kind—the calm before the storm. Somewhat fortunate, the storm never came to pass as she quickly devoured her food and stormed off. Tsuki watches as she goes and then returns his eyes to the table; his apathetic expression unchanged. Child Tsuki is quick to bring the matter up again. "Hey, aren't you going to go after Lily?!" He practically yells at his older self.
"Hmm? Why would I do that?" Oldest Tsuki responds impassively.
"She's angry at you! You need to apologize!"
"Tch, I already tried, didn't I? Look, she's gonna be angry for a while. At least let her calm down first." Tsuki explains. "Hopefully I won't be around by then..." He thinks to himself.
Bea's voice brings him out of his inner thoughts as she begins to talk about the seafood on her plate. As she clasps her hands together, the piece of cake she was holding disappears into her jacket along with her tentacles. "That's no way to store a piece of cake for later..." Tsuki tells her with a blank expression. She certainly has an odd way of doing things, not that it hasn't been a blindingly obvious part of her character. In some ways, she is more of a child than Tsuki's youngest self simply from the way she carries herself. Totally, normal human. Yeah, sure... Bea tells Tsuki that she hasn't had such food in some time and that its taste will be a pleasant reminder of home. "You came from the ocean then?" He asks her half-jokingly, not knowing just how right and how wrong he is.
Starring at her now... She looks happy. Not her typical brand of odd happiness but... a more genuine one? Tsuki wonders just what it was about her right now. But thinking about it too much brings back the light blush to Tsuki's face who then quickly looks away. "I've wasted enough time here." He thinks to himself about leaving. Suddenly, he feels a tiny bit of pressure around his waist, like something is wrapping itself around him. "Huh?" The the same feeling creeps up his shoulders and, finally, his face where a familiar tentacle gives him a light tap on the cheek. Tsuki's entire face immediately turns red. There she goes with the touching again. His child self wouldn't mind but he certainly does. Have a little more restraint with your appendages, won't you?! "H-Hey! W-W-What do you think you're doing?! P-P-Personal space!" He stutters through his words.
"Hahaha! That tickles, Big Sis!" Child Tsuki thinks it's all a fun game.
"I'm fine with this." The second oldest Tsuki says blankly.
Tsuki takes a moment to awkwardly untangle himself from Bea's tentacles. "Look, you can't go wrapping your tentacles around people all you want. It's an invasion of personal space and it clearly makes people uncomfortable. Why do you think Lily is always mad at you? You have to be sure that someone is comfortable with your touching before you just go for it." Tsuki lightly scolds her while his hands are still holding onto her tentacles. He lets go of them and sits back down. He sighs, "I know it's not a big deal for you but if you want people to be comfortable around you, you need to restrain yourself. Got it, got it?" He lightly pokes her several times in the forehand.
Outside, the school bell rings, indicating the hour is getting late. "Hmm, already huh?" He says as he stares out the window from afar. He looks back to Bea before standing up. "Well, I'm heading to the dorms. Thanks for taking care of the kid." Tsuki tells her as he is about to leave. He's been sidetracked the entire day. Well, his child self has anyways. Still... It was an interesting day.
@Rune_Alchemist
small post, but I is tired and brain dead.
Have Bea giving Tsuki a hug with her vast amount of tentacley appendages.
N-Not there, senpai...
Edit: I'll have to post late today. Got home from work not too long ago and am very tired too.
Didn't have the time and creativity to write the techniques yet. As for the bio, I do have it sort of completed but still need to organize and rewrite it in English.
We can discuss techniques later if the character is accepted. As I said, I would appreciate a brief summary of the bio but it's not necessary if you're busy.
EDIT: We seem to have 3 more people working on sheets now.
@Solaris Sent~
@Spanner Well, it looks like you did end up utilizing the Eye of Horus after all. Anyways, I've extended the time to tomorrow if that helps any. If it doesn't, I'll judge your CS as is and will not count things like the missing bio (although if you can PM me a brief summary of it, that would be much appreciated). Seems like Techniques are missing as well. He doesn't have any or you don't have time to write it up yet?
@Spanner Well, it looks like you did end up utilizing the Eye of Horus after all. Anyways, I've extended the time to tomorrow if that helps any. If it doesn't, I'll judge your CS as is and will not count things like the missing bio (although if you can PM me a brief summary of it, that would be much appreciated). Seems like Techniques are missing as well. He doesn't have any or you don't have time to write it up yet?
@Blu has the eye of horus been taken yet?
Someone has expressed interest in it but they're unsure if they'll use it. It doesn't matter if more than one person applies it to their character. If you'd like, I can send you the info on it.
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