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Kaithe DameThe Scribe
Far Blue and distant,
The Cold Flames burn,
In the darkness of the Abyss.
The cosmic radiance,
Revealed at long last,
As foretold by Eons past.
A herald of the beginning,
Or a bringer of the end?
“I see a new Star appear in the depth of the heavens. Its brilliance blinds me! The colours are wrapt in a pale blue light, an omen of things to come. I see it shining at us, at long last its light has reached us. I see it over...”
“Is this what you see? I hear the whispers of the cosmos, this star will mark a new age. The Gods are with us.”
“...”
The Three Oracles announced in their chamber. The Triad of Oracles to represent the fates, each sitting upon their marble blocks in the sacred geometry of the Zero, One, Four, Six, and Three. The square base of their building, representing the firmament, the six pillars that reached towards the heavens represented by the circular dome, seated in the trinity before the burning brazier. The most attuned of all mortals to the fickle whims of fate, the ears, eyes, and mouths of the of the gods. They gave their prophesies to the world, announcements, and utterances as revealed by the powers beyond their comprehension. Or perhaps they were mad, driven insane by the phantom whispers, the fleeting hallucinations, or the horrors of both to numb their tongues into silence. They had given themselves up to the art of Divination, to scry into the tides of fate, and in exchange for such power, gave up some of themselves in tribute to the Gods.
The first was deaf, and only could see the prophetic visions and describe what he saw.
The second was blind, and only listen to the whispers of the world and she would announce the will of the gods.
But the third, was mute, and knew the truth of both vision and mandate, and kept it secret.
This was the way it was for there are no guarantees save for the existence of uncertainty.
Have faith in the gods, and perhaps, just perhaps they will spare us.
Or would they?
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Another name written in the Book of the Dead. How wondrous was the Feather of Ma'at? That it should know the true names of those who come before it as their hearts were weighed. There the Wordborn One sat cross legged, in the depths of the Egyptian Underworld from his perch overlooking the trial. Osiris had his throne, and the dog was the bailiff, the devourer licking its lips in idle anticipation. Although it seemed that Osiris was gone, off to conduct business with Seth, who was plotting against the Greco-Roman gods. Even now as he sat observing the influx of souls to be judged, The Scribe knew all that was, it was only a matter of paying attention. Yet the folly and plight of these gods, his contemporaries rather than true brothers or sisters, were not of his concern. Fate was his main opponent, Fate which wanted the game to progress to an end, a final conclusion, a showdown. The Norse Gods had their Ragnarok, The Babylonians had their Floods, The Greeks had their Apocalypse, and even his own Pantheon had the a Lion's share of ways to end existence. Yet Thoth preferred to let the game continue, to watch the great experiment unfold, humanity being the greatest machine of all. A machine made to worship them, to appeal to them, and live for a single purpose it seemed. Fate tugged at the strings, wanting to direct their lives, but alas, it was balance which kept the forces in check, such that no one would be favored by them infinitely. So too were the fertile lands of Egypt subject to the rules which Thoth played the game with. For this he had retreated into his duties, burying himself in the judgment of the dead and creation of his books to let the Greco-Roman
Gods take Egypt, despite his powers which could have been a great aid towards repelling them off.
Thoth offered no counsel, no tactic or stratagem, no use of his Was to assist his pantheon, only reminding them of the wheel of fate and telling them to wait for it to turn. A new star set into motion by his hand, plucked from the distant rim of the galaxy. Perhaps Thoth was ready now, as he rose from his duties and set aside the Book of the Dead to hold all Judgments from being recorded as he had whispered in the Triple Oracles and granted them the vision. Stolen from the Three Sisters, they were easily fooled by the Magicks of the Lunar Eye. It was time to wait for Osiris' return, and Egypt shall be theirs once more, or at least for a few more centuries until Thoth feels they have had their fair share of being a great empire.
