<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Dyo (Spring), 81380 day 39 Time: about 4:55 Temp:Hot Who:Damutef Warnings:Possible language</td></tr></table> "<span style='color:teal'>Shit, I did it again, I had to go and kill my only damned Priest, which happened to be my high priest.</span>" He wasn't happy, it was his only priest for the time being and he killed her. He had called on Seth because he was the first gaurdian he could think of that liked dead things. Though the death gaurdian would have been a better idea then Seth, but the deed was done, he had called Seth and was ready to deal with him. He was pacing back and forth, he was flustered, panicky, and not at a good point in time. He sat down on a cushion that he brought along and took a deep breath to relax. He had the priest in a bag wrapped in the proper embalming stuff that he got from the local embalmer. He sat thinking. " <span style='color:teal'> Okay Dua, relax, so you brain freaked out and you attack your priest(ess?)and killed her. Great, now you have the scariest gaurdian coming to help you, great. What more can I screw up? </span>" He wrapped his tail against his legs as he sat there, half staring at the sun, half at the sand, the only words running through his mind were both panicky, and curses.
Character: Seth, the guardian of darkness. Seth had been busying training his minions on the vulnerable spots of a Pendragons when he had received a message from the delightful guardian of fire. A certain Mr Damutef who had a habit of being rather insane and temperamental with things, something about an exploding priest or something equally bizarre. It was a perfect time to test out a new way of travelling he had devised, he was the lord of darkness and all things equally dark in the desert. And instead of flying out in some massive black cloud or bring on a early night time he would do something different. He began to visualise the edge of the fire temple, the blazing place indeed. It took him a while but he finally found what he was looking for, a large patch of shadow, deep and dark shadow. With one step, he entered the shadow realm and dark and twisted place that seemed entirely unreal. Everything shades of black and grey, with ethereal forms and shadows of the world. With the place clearly in his mind he took another step forward, and was rewarded by the feel of sand under his feet. He was at the temple, and from the brooding darkness he looked out. "greetings Damutef." His thick and rolling voice spewing out.
Well Seth loved the entrances of his, quite amusing indeed. He stood up, "<span style='color:teal'>And greetings to you to Seth</span> he said. He walked over and picked up the bag. "<span style='color:teal'>I forgot how fatal it is for most to be in my temple and forgot to lower the tempature, I came back from some stuff this afternoon and I found her brain had somehow gone splat inside her own head. I think it was the fact that, well for one thing...well, I don't know actually. But I don't think it was the heat, something happened before I left that I can' quite remember.</span>" He'd panicked, he didn't know if maybe Seth wanted the carcass, or maybe he could turn it into something with necromancy, he wasn't sure at the moment. He placed the bag down between him and Seth, so Seth could take it and see what her wanted to do. Or Seth could tell him to not call him for stuff like this again, it had happened before. But all in all, he hoped, no matter how un trusted, and unpredictable he was, that Seth would do something. Priests weren't supposed to have their brains go boom. I just wasn't a priest thing that was supposed to happen, no, no, no.
Seth listened to the incredulous story with raised eye brows, apart from that his face was expressionless. It was all he could do from not laughing, the idea of cooking alive a priest so much so that their brain exploded was totally insane. Plus it was a little moronic to have a priest that couldnÂ’t control the elements. He knelled down after nodding, right next to the back. His hand traced over the fabric softly, his fingers feeling its texture. Typical, it was warm. Slowly his hand found the zip and un did, in one smooth motion. Stream and stink floated out in a noxious vapour, the small making him crinkle his nose. Despite popular belief he wasnÂ’t to fond of dead smelly things, he was such a master of necromancy that he could bring things back perfect. With out the slight down sides of being dead. "So do you want her alive again or do you want me to help you find a new one." He asked in a neutral tone, he could do a lot with the corpse if this guy didnÂ’t want it. That was his business though and he wasnÂ’t going to share his ideas.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>agh, sorry, totally forgot about this!!</td></tr></table> He shrugged. "<span style='color:teal'>She was never very bright anyway, you can dispose of the corpse as you please, just get rid of it. well a new one would do, a zombie might be even more moronic then when she was alive.</span>" He pondered, [COLOR=I don't have any friends who would take the job, maybe we will have to put up a notice, something like, well, something.[/COLOR]"he shrugged, ideas were never a 'strong' point. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>this is gunna be short, rp'ers block</td></tr></table>
