<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>*drumroll* Time to get this plotline started! This is for Guardians and High Priests only. Please wait 4 posts before posting again please my brain only can comprehend soo much with soo many people. Tessera (Autumn), Unknown 81379</td></tr></table> The stage was set The ancient meeting place, uncovered and cleaned, was reverted back to its ancient glory. Decorated in the finest detail, even the floor tiles were carved upon. Statues of each of the creatures that represented the 13 temples lined the walls, the roof was supported by 13 pillars each decorated as each Guardian saw fit. On the walls hung fine tapestries, depicting events in the history of the Anubi, but the largest one yet, hung in front the doorway, would cause a normal dragon to faint. For it depicted the most vile event in the Anubi history: the plague. A black tapestry with outlines of dragons withering in pain, bodies bent in contortions, but the most unnerving piece of this tapestry was in the middle: Two blood red eyes staring out, the sight bore into your soul, like a cold metal pike. Even the toughest High Priest had trouble staring at it directly. Nebu Mammisi, as it was called in olden days, Only the Guardians may enter the inner sanctuary, High Priests may only go as far as the front hallway. After all have entered the doors would be shut and locked, no one was to know what was discussed inside, no scribe shall be allowed, for scribes cannot be trusted. For this is a place where many a destiny has been fulfilled, and futures planned. These things only the Guardians should understand Hathor sat patiently in a chair in the front hallway, her robes were of the up-most formality. Her attention was turned to a black and purple orb in her hand, she was rather bored at this point, as she had been here for several hours originally to cleanup, but now just to wait. Paush waited with her, he sat near her feet, quiet as a mouse. Amunet was on the other side, standing tall, her pale coloration almost glowing in the dim light. Nekhalla wandered around in aw, as being a newly elected high priest (The youngest one ever) she had never been to such a place. She examined everything as closely as she could, but staying as far away from Hathor as she deemed necessary. She had never met any of the other Guardians or High Priests, so she awaited eagerly for this next engagement. And so the games begin...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I'm welcome right?? Who:Qebehsenuef(duh), dressed fancy I might add.....</td></tr></table> Standing outside the temple Qebeh stared in awe, she loved this place already. It was huge, for one thing. And also decorated in a style she wondered she could do for herself. But then again, she'd have to get in first, she could'nt see the door. She wondered if she would just wait for someone just to find the door, and she followed. "<span style='color:darkred'>What a pain, what a pain...</span>" she grumbled. She already ached, she hadn't flown so far in so long. She eventually forund the door, and walked in. She hadn't seen a temple this decorated in ages. She liked the tapistries, especialy the one with the black plauge, she loved the time. She saw Hathor and muttered "<span style='color:darkred'> Well finally I found someone.</span>" She didn't know if she was fully welcome so introducing herself she'd wait. But in the meantime, she wondered what she could see, because she just loved the 'decor. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I'm not on full drain this morning, so typos and other mistakes might be common</td></tr></table>
Khepri was silent as he entered the temple, barely flicking an ear at the grandeur of the architecture and decor, eyes calm save for the slow churn of smokey gray within his irises. He did give off a vague air of pleasure when he found that the floors underneath his feet and the walls he passed by had been cleaned thoroughly, as he had expected. The anubian was dressed simply by his standards, although his clothes were of the finest quality; a simply calf length wrap of pleated white linen about his waist, held up by an almost plain belt of leather studded with tiny beads of amber and smethyst, and a wide gilt choker of gold decorated with the same semi-precious stones. As usual he was imaculately clean, not a single hair out of place despite the long journey he had made to make it to the temple. He examined the front hallway discretely, noting not only Hathor and Amunet but two other 'dragons he was not quite as familiar with. Vaguely curious, he made his way towards them, murmuring a polite greeting to Qubehsenuef as he appeared at her right shoulder, offering the thill a tiny nod before returning his attentions to the Guardians of Sand and Water. "I hope I find you well." he addressed the quartet in his usual, whisper quiet voice, his tone as flat and polite as ever, "Of course, these are your high priests, or rather, priest and priestess..." he gave Nekhalla a small nod before continuing. "I offer my apology if I have kept you waiting."
A blue and black feme in quadruped form sauntered threw a grand archway. She was plainly and beatifuly naked, among the youngest Guardians she was open minded and free spirted and she HATED clothing. Though after she passed the front hallway invisible hands wrapped her thin form in white pleated linen. She stopped in front of the statue that was of herself and smiled, fangs pokeing at the conners of her mouth. <span style='color:blue'>"It has been a while hasn't?"</span> Her fingers traced the features of a statue that resmbled herself, and then she turned to her marble piller and with a snap of her fingers blood started running down it. She let out a course laugh and ventered in the meet the others.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for the delay, didn't even know this was up... Also, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm assuming they all know each other?</td></tr></table> Always on time, that was Antaios, but he was never early. Being early was too boring, as it always meant that he was waiting around for the action to begin. The Uncoctuas at his side concurred with this fact, as they were often hungry for blood and would prefer to feast right up until the moment of speaking. Though in this they were often foiled, for their master was not too generous with his feedings. They needed to remain on edge, most of the time, and meat made them sleepy. As he approached, he noticed the heads of both Uncoctuas going up, however, and he frowned. The only thing that made them act that way was blood. Sure enough, as soon as he drew near, he could smell it, too. That had to mean that Wepwawet was around. Though she was Guardian of Blood, she seemed to have a desire to shed it moreso than to protect it. Which, he thought, was a shame, because the Guardians were there as much to use their abilities properly as they were to enjoy their elements. "Always were a bit of a showoff, Wepwawet." Antaios said with a disdainful snort as he entered the room, his tongue flicking out briefly across his lips as he looked at the bleeding pillar. Such a waste of power... such a waste of Guardianship, really, he thought. There was part of him that truly thought she was a bad anubi to have in that position, but he didn't speak. Merely looked away from Wepwawet in disgust, his eyes alighting instead on Hathor. A half-bow was given to this, the Guardian of Sand, to whom he owed more respect than the upstart who had sauntered in without much civility. The same gesture was given to the Guardians of Water and Smoke, though he mostly ignored the high priests gathered. It wasn't that he cared not for them, it was merely that he saw no reason to recognize their presence. They were here and he would speak to them, if necessary, but he was here to talk with the Guardians. Not their voices to the people.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Yeah you guys are lol...I forgot to put that...The only unknown factors maybe high priests because they die sometimes, but Umeoral should be known by all...Nekhalla is new...</td></tr></table> Hathor nodded back politly. "Tis good to see you again old friend, Antiaos, you are perfectly on time as usual. We await a few more...sit down, relax, there is much to be discussed. Though I do suggest you re-acquaint yourself with Amunet, as a major change in her temple has come about..." Hathor's eyes drifted toward the young awe struck Nekhalla, who was busy staring at the ceiling. "She is quite curious don't you think." Said Amunet as she had drifted over to them, startling Hathor. Amunet smiled. "My new High Priestess, Nekalla Vlunn, she's quite the character, and perfect hopefully this one won't die so...abruptly." She said this with spite towards Hathor, who immediately rolled her eyes in response and changed the subject. "Now where are Horus and Set, knowing Set he will try and make a grand entrance...He's such a fool..."
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>gah sorry IÂ’m late I didnÂ’t see this, lol although the timing works well ;). Sorry sorry.</td></tr></table> Seth walked into the room Hathor was speaking somewhat ill of him, he rolled his eyes at her in malcontent as he stuck somewhat to the shadows at the back. He was wearing black and purple egyption stye gear with the odd bit odd gold filigree on them, intertwining with some arcane symbols. He gazed around at the others in the room, nodding to all in respect as feelings of nostalgia made him smile ever so slightly. He gazed around the depicted hall and sighed audibly, he liked this place quiet a bit and wished they would meet more often. At least so he could admire the art work. He looked at Hathor and nodded in her direction, after all it would be rude not since she was heading this meeting. "Sorry IÂ’m a little late, I was held up with some unfortunate business that could not be avoided." He said as explanation, he didnÂ’t consider him self too late though, after all he could see Antaios had only just arrived. After paying Hathor the traditional respect he looked over the other guardians with a half smile on his face. each one was so unique combined with their oddities they made interesting company. Plus some seemed insane which was even more interesting.
Qebeh, who had just begun to chew on one of her fingers noticed all the ones who arrived. When she saw Seth she didn't make eye contact, they didn't get along well. She nodded to the others, and took a seat on the floor. She glanced around and sighed, she missed the old ones she knew many years ago. They had changed so much, in apperance and in attatude. She swept her tail over her crossed legs and began to hum. No one ever socialized anymore, like we were going to shoot them. An annoyed squak came from the bag she just laied on. Shooting forward she fished out an Aerokinetic Tilghe and a Cyrokinetic Tilghe. "<span style='color:darkred'>sorry guys</span>" she cood to them as they crawled to her shoulders.
The Guardian of Smoke sighed quietly, arms gracefully folded over his chest. The arrival of Seth was right on time, almost right at the mark where Hathor had been disrespectful. With a soft smile Khepri turned to Antiaos, nodding slightly towards the Guardian of Air's Uncoctuas. "It is good to find you well. Is it Wepwawet's... 'display' that has your Uncoctuas so on edge?" he inquired in a slow murmur. As if on cue Hedetet made herself visible, the smokey figure of a black mist snake wrapped around his throat like a slender choker, her burning coal-red eyes seemingly unfocused on nothing in particular, although her head frills twitched and swivelled as though listening in on all. Khepri's hand unconciously came up, stroking his familiar's only partially corporeal body with careful fingers. Perhaps the most unusual thing about the creature - although all the Guardians were familiar with his choice of companion - was the thick silver collar about her neck. How it stayed in place was a mystery, for it was most certainly wrought from material metals. A single clear gem set into it's length glinted with an inner light, revealing the enchantments laid upon it, a thin layer of smoke ghosting over it's surface as the koroshiya moved.
Wepwawet grinned reluctenly at Antaios's comment...she forgot how disliked she was here. <span style='color:blue'>"Oh Antaios, I seem to have forgotten how much you've always enjoyed my company." </span>She saw others eyeing the pillar and she rolled her eyes. <span style='color:blue'>"Shall I put it out then, so you all stop cringing like a load of pups?" </span>She laughed suddenly and let it ring out in a mad, crazed manner. She clicked her fangs together and with a small pop, a faint spirit-like creature appeared at her side. In it's hand it held a perfectly round orb that was filled with ,what was said to be the blood of a true dragon. It looked slightly fox-like and made no noise as it came to hover around Wewawet's shoulders. OOC: sorry...I won't do it again... Bad Benji! Oh and a quick note I left it out of her profile but, her familiar is a Dream Spectra...(see above text XD) the dragon blood orb makes it possible for it to stay in their world for short preiods of time...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> I'd like to mention this, as I've noticed this in other threads... You don't have to quote an entire block oft text Benji. It takes up quite a bit of space and is really distracting XD;;;</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Hey. Sorry for the delay, uni exams have been keeping me busy. I'll subscribe to this thread and try and attack it to get back into RaL. I am still doing exams for the next 3 weeks so this'll be the only thread I'm in for now.. And I can only post Friday-Tuesday when I'm not studying... Character: Nephthys dressed all fancy... Regarding her familiar, look at my latest Oekaki drawing :P </td></tr></table> Her soft footsteps could hardly be heard as she trod over the floor tiles, barefoot. Her mind whispered, hearing all the feelings of those within the ancient building clearly. Someone was worried, another was panicky, another was happy frightening others, another was grumpy.... Her silver earrings with the gemstone studs sent sparkles over the walls and her silver bangles jingled softly. Her robe softly swished like the breeze as she walked, showing her gentle form perfectly. Accompanying the usual necklace of a blue and silver ankh, on a long delicate chain that came to rest just above the swell of her breasts laid a perfectly formed desert diamond- a gift from Seth. Her eyes glittered, the swirling white whisps within twisting and forming different pendragon shapes. Nephthys had finally entered the hallway in which those currently assembled were and she smiled softly. This place brought back so many memories. She paused by a statue of herself, her black hand moving to reach up and touch it. For a moment, one would think they saw the statue breathe. But everyone knows statue's can't breathe. Jingling as she moved, Nephthys saw more clearly who was assembled. Including Seth. Her smile became more broad and she relaxed a bit. Seeing that there were some here with their High Priests, it reminded her that she really needed to address the issue that she had several priests and yet no High Priest. Not after the incident in which he foolishly tried to violate her... No one tried to defy her and got away with it. Nephthys stepped up towards Hathor and dipped her head in greeting "Sorry I am a little late. I had some business to deal with at the Temple.." She smiled warmly and then turned her attention to Seth. "Hello stranger," Her voice was soft and warm as she addressed him just as a small blue fast creature flew in the room and rested on her statue. Her familiar, indeed it'd never yet been seen by any other. All that was known about her familiar was that it hid in the shadows most of the time in her Temple and that it left blue and black feathers with silver tips in the Temple that shimmered and if anyone touched it bar Nephthys, they suffered from burns on their hands. However, her familiar was here in the room and watching with curious eyes and in clear view. His dark wing and tail feathers sparkled with a magical quality and his eyes gave stares to everyone in the room. He suddenly saw Nephthys and called out in a highish pitched "AH!" sound, revealing his sharp little teeth and a purple forked tongue. Nephthys turned her head to see Leva and smiled. Stay over there, I can see you Leva. You don't want to hurt any of my friends in here do you? Leva cocked his head to one side and let out a small "peep" sounds and settled himself more comfortably on the head of the statue.
Hathor stood up and greated the new people in the room. Her own familar appeared out of the shadow of one of the statues where he had been sleeping. He slinked out of his well picked hiding spot: a black cat was hard to see in a black shadow. He rubbed himself against Hathor's legs and purred. Hathor picked him up and pet his head, the large cucu was barely even a weight in her arms. "Do put that out Wepwawet, you'll make me hungry...And we do not need that now..." Umeoral shifted slightly at this...it was, shall we say, an upseting subject to him, saying she had obliterated one high priest in the same way. Amunet looked at Leva in curiousisty, just like her familars, she had the curiosity of a small child. She knew better then to touch it, but she still found it curious. Nekhalla was still in awe of everything, and everyone. For she was once forbidden in the desert, now to be one of High Priests? Her amazement was to be expected. Amunet put her hand on her shoulder "Scared?" "A little..." "Don't be...no one will hurt you...not as long as your in my service." Nekhalla smiled as Amunet turned and walk towards the others.
Qebeh smiled when she saw Nephthys. "<span style='color:darkred'>Hey Nephthys, never imagined to see you in the same room with me</span>" she grinned darkly at her. "<span style='color:darkred'>And Wapawet, no killing without my permission.</span>" a tilghe from her shoulder flew over to Leva and let out a squak, for no particular reason. Qebeh stood up and walked over to Wapawet "<span style='color:darkred'>Stop giving a show now</span>" she said softly. Walking away she laied her head aganst the wall, right under the fancy tapestry. She looked up at it, she liked the era the tapestry was from. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I have lost my writing muse for Qebeh</td></tr></table>
Seth smiled at Nephthys, his arms where folded but her let them down as he saw her, the little half smile still on his face. He admired her as she wandered his way, watching the way she moved and the subtly look in her own eye. He ginned at her words before leaning in and giving her a kiss on the cheek, he would have liked to do more but formal occasions had stricter rules in his book. Still he didnÂ’t always listen to rules but he was on good behaviour today. With his hand still resting on her shoulder. "Good to see you too" he said with a very warm expression. Yet he gaze fell on her little familiar squawking around the room, he laughed a little as she gave it a scolding. He was never that fond of familiars, he preferred to just let them wander around a bit and just cause their usually havoc. He would have contained there conversation yet he was seriously distracted when Qebeh did her little wander around talking rubbish constantly. Seth thought that she couldnÂ’t handle the death, either that or she just didnÂ’t understand things. Her whole approach was baffling not to mention her whole manner in general was just plain weird. Still he tried to ignore her, instead turning more to Hathor. "Is everyone who is expected here yet." He asked very curiously, he had still not seen Horus and only Hathor seemed to keep tabs on him. Plus he had lost count of the other odd people that were late or missing.
Wepwawet looked annoyed, not only at Antaios but also with Qebeh and Hathor. She snorted, and once more snaped her fingers and the blood abruptly stopped flowing, leaving a sickening scarlet stain on the once clean pillar. She smirked seeing the stain and she hoped that it wouldn't come clean. Her eyes met with Qebeh and she glared at her, <span style='color:blue'>"I kill whom I please because the blood that courses threw their vains belongs to me. And without my life giveing blood none would live. I will take back what is mine any time I wish." </span> She spoke threw gritted teeth and her lips curled into a snarl... What ARROGANCE, she thought feeling her temper rise. She paused though, and undserstood that it had been meant to be a light hearted statement that was meant to cheer her mood so she let it drop. She found Seth and gave him a friendly nodd, "How doth thou take on this fine morrow?" She asked him, her sentance dripping with sarcasim. She and the Guardian of Darkness had always gotten along.
"Wepwawet, blood belongs to the gods, as does everything around you. We are Guardians. We watch over such things, but do not own them. We are balanced, all of us. Without the water to feed the people, there would be no blood for you to watch over. Without the sand, what would become of our homes? Without the wind and air, where would smoke dwell, and how would our seerers find their way?" Khepri's voice was quiet and smooth, showing none of the growing annoyance he felt towards the quartet of Guardians, made up of Seth, Wepwawet, and Qebeh, as well as Nepthys. "As for you, Qebeh, do you not think permission for such activities would be best handed out by those that invited us here? Such pains have been taken to make this temple ready, would it not be best to show respect for those who made such pains to prepare it?" The Guardian of Smoke drew a long breath, upset that the four had managed to rekindle the tiny flame of anger that he'd long ago squashed from his concious mind. This was why he was so reclusive, disliking the few times Guardians gathered with a vigour rarely shown.
Nephthys caught sight of Qebeh and knew that she would say something. She caught the playful look in the Death Guardian's eye. She retained her calm composure and just smiled back. She caught Leva suddenly perk up and let out a shrill hissing noise at the tilgha in warning. He also wasn't too happy how Qebeh had spoken to his. Nephthys gave him a cold stare and he squeaked and settled back on the head of the statue. After of course him sticking his forked purple tongue out to blow a weird type of raspberry. Nephthys tried her hardest not to laugh at him and turned back to Seth as he rested his hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. She'd missed him and a while ago they'd been interrupted by her now deceased High Priest causing problems and they'd both been too busy to meet up again. She smiled and was about to reply to Qebeh that they were all equal as each person balanced out another but Khepri beat her to it. She didn't like how this one seemed to hold her also in the same way he did as Wepwawet and Qebeh. This annoyed her a bit, but she sensed that his anger was just superficial, and she could sense his annoyance.. Each Guardian in this room allows balance with everyone else. I am your opposite Qebeh, Life and Death, but I am also Seth's, Hathor's.... Everyone's. We are all linked in this way, just as Khapri said. If the blood ran dry Wepwawet, Life wouldn't exist, neither would Death. We as Guardian's have to observe the balance of all, in honour of the Gods. If one of us messes up, every pendragon on Ramath-lehi will suffer, and the Gods will not be pleased. She said softly, agreeing with Khapri and nodding slowly. Her words were wise, and truthful. She always spoke from her heart, and this was no exception. She looked on the past of the Great War as a time of misunderstanding, and she guessed this current conversation could refuel old flames if it wasn't stamped out. And she hated the time of war. There was so much death and destruction. And it got worse with the plague. Nephthys was always one to hate destruction, she wasn't a Guardian of Life if she loved those two things. Come, let us just all try and get along. Hathor? She said softly, taking hold of Seth's hand in a hope for support.
"Nephthys speaks wisely, for now more then ever we do need to get along. We will enter shortly, only a few are missing." Some of the lesser known Guardians entered together in a tight group, these consisted of stone, glass, earth, and plant. All that were miss were Horus, and Damutef. There arival will be soon, or so most hoped. Hathor's Cucu hopped down from her arms and made his rounds around the Guardians inspecting each one, it was his protective nature that prompted him to do this. "I did not call this meeting to start a war between temples, there are greater things to be discussed, things that cannot be settled with war." Amunet nodded her head in agreement. She already knew what this meeting was called for, as she was always considered the neutral one, she kept the peace when things got out of hand inside. That was her purpose, she knew everyone's past, and knew what whould upset them or calm them down. She wasn't incharge of Records for nothing. [OOC]Don't mind me...I'm just an idiot >.<
Seth looked at the squabbling Guardians, he could understand why they were. After all Qebeh whole attitude was irritating not to mention her stupid bossing of people. He never liked being told what to do, but especially when the person doing it had no real authority. Such like the guardian of death who had no real power to stop anyone from killing anyone. Still he was very pleased to see Nephthys stop the argument before it could really take of, squeezing her hand more in comfort. He knew she didnÂ’t like yelling at people but that lot made everyone want to yell. Seth looked at Hathor curiously as she began to lay down the law for the group, yet he found himself looking more at the annoying Cucu prowling around. He hated the cat like things personally, killing them or using them fighting seemed the only real use for them. "Ah well, the sooner the better." He said softly, he hated waiting too. He always like to be doing something, one of the reasons a war always sounded good to him. Although one between the temples sound not so fun.
