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En'jer: Pharaohs of Egypt

Just what in the hell are they talking about? All of this rambling and political maneuvering. Amen isn't the type to walk on eggshells. But, it's not like he has much to say. After all, he knows barely anything about the state of the kingdom. Thutmose... Just why did he choose Amen? Guilt? Is that even a good enough reason to risk your entire legacy? Amen hates wracking his brain about him. Before he knows it, Amen's missed the majority of the two viziers' discussion as he sat there lost in his thoughts. Something about bandits and grave robbers. Hey, that's a problem Amen can deal with.

"Bandits huh? Zamonth and I can take care of that. Just tell us where they're hiding." He says, unabashed.

"Pharaoh, we are discussing the content of the speech." Aperel explains.

"Hmm, we're still on that topic? Just write something up and I'll read off the paper."

"My dear Pharaoh, the speech is to be memorized and recited. Delivered in public to the masses. You can't simply 'read off the paper'. Now regarding the speech, if I may, the people may expect youth and exuberance but that can easily translate to inexperience. We'd be sowing a seed of doubt in their minds. The people need to assured that despite his youthful appearance, the Pharaoh is wise and will quell their inherent concerns regarding issues with agriculture and improvements to the standard of living. Play to their base desires. More importantly, we tackle the more subtle concerns that the nobles and those of the royal court may have. For any actual resistance would come from the upper echelons of society before the common man who is simply trying to live day to day. But I agree, keep the promises grounded in reality. Where I disagree is to have the Pharaoh come off as an eager and excitable fool."

This is hell. Amen gets up from his seat. "Uhh, I need to use the latrine. Please continue." Amen tells them before exiting the room.

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The old vizier's insults were quickly responded to as Zamonth appears and threatens the man. Aperel simply grits his teeth in response. Even he knows not to poke at an agitated beast. Zamonth then addresses the rest of the viziers, telling them his purpose here and not to insult him further with their callous words and actions. The priestess—who would introduce herself as Nebet a bit later—makes a diplomatic attempt to answer to both sides. Unfortunately, Zamonth would find little satisfaction from what she said and decides to make his stance on the matter good and clear for a second time. Then Qar—the royal physician—makes his introduction and gives his opinion on the current issue at hand. Like Nebet, he conducts himself in a level-headed manner and offers a solution.

A laugh from the remaining vizier cuts into the tension as she gives her rather straightforward thoughts all the while insulting Aperel who she decides a more fitting name would be "Apple". She then goes on to introduce herself and her role within the context of the group of viziers. Nebet then decides to give her final advice on the matter to Amen, telling him to do what he wishes but to consider all consequences beforehand. All the while, Iaret stands there with a halfhearted smile on her face. She didn't think things would turn out this rough already. Amen clears his throat to get the attention of everyone.

"First off, enough with the 'Pharaoh' this and 'Pharaoh' that. Seeing as how we'll all be spending quite a bit of the foreseeable future working together, I'd like you all to just call me Amen, at least when it's just us." He calmly states. The way he speaks doesn't seem to be in the form of an order. He then turns to Nebet and Qar. "You two seem like the reasonable type. So I'll take your words into account. Regarding the matter however, vizier or not, Zamonth is here to stay. He knows a thing or two about combat that I want to learn from plus," Amen pauses and looks over at Satiah, "You sure you can put up a fight? You look like you'd weigh ten pounds soaking wet. A gust of wind could probably knock you out let alone someone as powerful as me." There's the trademark arrogance one can expect of Amen. "Oh, and don't call me 'kid', 'boy', or any variation of such from now on, got it?"

"Honestly Satiah, how dare you refer to the Pharaoh as such? Spewing such wretched bile is reason enough to land you in the dungeons if not back in chains." Aperel takes the opportunity to provoke the young woman.

"Aperel," Amen calls him.

"Yes my Pharaoh-" Aperel is shocked to find Amen looking at him with piercing eyes. It's almost as if the young Pharaoh wanted him dead.

"Don't ever threaten anyone with 'chains' around me ever again. Or next time, I'll toss you in the dungeons myself." His words spark with a calm ferocity.

"M-My apologies, Pharaoh..." Aperel fearfully responds.

As tensions wind down, the group moves over to the Pharaoh's private study where everyone takes a seat at one of the many side tables. Amen, himself, sits at the center seat in the back of the room. Iaret walks to the center of the room to address everyone. "For the viziers' first task, you'll need to prepare a speech for the Pharaoh-"

Amen interrupts to correct her. "I told you to just call me Amen."

Iaret nods. "A speech for Pharaoh Amen's address today to the kingdom."

"Huh? I'm supposed to give a speech today?"

"Of course. The people are eagerly awaiting an address from the Pharaoh. They need to be ensured that the new Pharaoh will do his best for the people of Thebes and the kingdom as a whole. Due to the circumstances at hand, your viziers will be in charge of crafting the speech. It should be concise, insightful, and, most importantly, it should put the citizens at ease."

"Alright... And what will Zamonth and I be doing?"

"Master Zamonth may stay if he so wishes. Or he can feel free to explore the grounds of the court. Familiarize himself with the new setting. The Pharaoh, however, will stay to oversee his viziers and give his thoughts on the content of the speech."

"The hell?! I don't know anything about writing speeches!"

"With that, I'll take my leave for now. Best of luck everyone. Oh, the address is due in five hours." Iaret then leaves the room.

Aperel stands up with a smug look on his face. "Very well! We, your humble viziers, will craft the finest of speeches... given the allotted time. As a scribe, I will jot down our discussions." He sets up his papyrus and quill.

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Right, there ya go. just a final word from Nebet.

Now I'ma go pass out.

@Rune_Alchemist

Goodnight.

I should be able to get in my post before I turn in for the night too.

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@Rune_Alchemist My post would just be to move the plot along so you can go ahead with your quick post if you feel Nebet should speak up.

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Alrighty looks like a good start already. Just gonna finish up dinner and work on a post.

@Grey

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Can't wait to see Level 4 Fuck Shit Up mode lol

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Heh, I may have subconsciously picked conflicting personalities. Let's see how this goes. Feel free to post dialogue responses or just wait until next round.

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Season information will be updated here.

@Acid Hippie Feel free to have Zamonth burst into the room if you wish.

En'jer: Pharaohs of Egypt

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?"

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Chapter 1: The Prince Returns

Chapter 1 Synopsis

The exiled prince, Amenhotep, returns to Thebes to assume the throne as its new Pharaoh. His newly appointed Viziers are tasked to mold him into a respectable ruler. But will his reluctance to comply prove too much for them? A grand, magical adventure begins!

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.

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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.