Felmer slammed is fist down upon the crate and spoke under his breath. "Dammit, I can't...ugh." The tired man was on his last straw, just wanting to rest and unable to sleep or concentrate ever since that monster first appeared. Becoming increasingly and uncharacteristically filled with unbridled rage. It was difficult to contain at this point.
"Father, can we go upstairs and you can teach me more of Justicia?"
Felmer knew what Rockmar was doing and looked at the half-Orc surprised to see he was helping him, even Felmer was getting to the point where he thought that maybe irrationality was overcoming him. Filled with newfound determination he spoke up through gritted teeth, "Yes, Father. I'm sure the travellers would love to hear about her. You always did tell it best."
Fire was still raging on around the trio of beings, illuminating the temple in an ominous glow of death and decay. "Sekhmet, this will not do. I am being beckoned but Horus will not be pleased, we must speak later." Osiris scowled at the blasphemy committed here before closing his eyes and began to light up.
After another blinding flash Ausar had returned to the throne room. Looking around he saw many recently deceased Egyptians ready to be judged but not everything was status quo, further scanning led him to be greeted by a familiar face, one of the few that he was truly pleased to see but that was one of things he would never show. Osiris slowly walked towards the steps leading up to the glowing Royal seat, in silence, all the while wondering if the same thing brought Thoth here that had also summoned himself to Sekhmet's abode.
Finally sitting in the Throne, Osiris spoke, "Mortal, speak to me of the confessions." The man tried his best to stand upright but fear was getting the better of him.
"I have done no evil against any man, plotted to make another grieve, caused death, hunger, or weep to others I never gave false witnesses in lawcourts. I have not done that which is hated by the gods, or obstructed a god image when he came forward in a festival procession. I have not taken away temple offerings, stinted the food offered to the gods or snared the birds consecrated to the gods I have never committed adultery. I have not lessened the corn measure, or tampered with the balance. I have not deprived children of milk. I have not stolen cattle from the meadows. I have not taken fish from holy lakes, or prevented the temple cattle from grazing on my land. I have not prevented the Nile water from running in channels, or stolen water from a channel."
"You deceived many in the life that had been granted but you shan't deceive me for I perceive your entire life in a blink. For such an egregious act I leave your fate in the hands of the scales and the feather of Ma'at." Osiris whipped his flail into the chest of the quivering soul and pulled his heart straight out of his into the hands of the God. "These will determine your true righteousness and morality. Lest you fail then the jaws of Ammit shall be your destination." Osiris rested the still beating heart upon the Scales of Justice; teetering ever so slightly at the placing of the organ. The scales seemed to be motionless before the side holding the heart crashed down into the maws of The Devourer. The God closed his eyes as a sign of woe, while the man burned up into dust, at the eternal suffering ahead of the guilty in the hands of Anubis.
"So what brings you to the Hall of Two Truths? One would've thought that seclusion had become your calling." Looking up at the visiting God with faux disdain.
Felmer frowned heavily at the sheer arrogance of the Piest especially after the adventurers valiant efforts to save his townspeople, even the priest himself. "Tsk. Typical. You guys always hide behind your religion. But you weren't always like that, were you Father? Because I've spoken to the Elders of this town. You were a kind, outgoing child before you were sent to the mainland for your training and not a furtive nut. So what changed?"
After the click of Taroyns fingers and the light of the room vanishing, Felmer saw his opportunity to open the crates, using a medallion he had in his pocket he wedged it in side ripped a small crack in the container hoping to find anything to prove that the priest wasn't of his own mind.
"Is it even possible for a mortal even wield Justicia's hammer?" Felmer asked the priest while slowly walking over to the eastern wall. "Would they not be consumed by her rage?" He continued whilst looking at the furniture stacked up. "Hmm. Run out of space?" The curious man whispered before peeking behind the piled paraphernalia.
