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Infuriating. Simply infuriating. Who does that physician think he's mouthing off at? Aperel sits there, quietly simmering in his own anger. He has been working for the royal court since the days of Thutmose's father. To be told off by someone so green to it all; to be told that he hasn't been contributing. Surely, there must be a problem with his ears. This is the problem with electing young viziers. They think their way is correct. It's not. Aperel knows his way is. After all, his experiences far outweigh theirs. A weak pharaoh is what they desire. Someone who unabashedly caters to the populace of farmers and servants. The only way to secure the throne is to ally oneself with the nobles and those with power.
Aperel looks up at Nebet and Zamonth. "Surely, you two must understand... We must secure the interests of the nobility and those with power with this address lest we face a possible coup. Sure, we'll make a mention or two about improving this or that for the majority populace but they are of little consequence in the face of bigger fish. And while Satiah's words ring true somewhat, she doesn't understand the bigger picture either. Power trumps all ideals. We must make the Pharaoh a powerful man. Do you want to secure the throne for Pharaoh Amenhotep or don't you?" He mostly directed his little speech towards Nebet. He couldn't care less about Zamonth's place here. From what he can gather, he's simply here to train the pharaoh in matters of combat, not to whisper political advice into his ears. Truth be told, he rather not have to appeal to the priestess either. Fact of the matter is, he, alone, should be the only voice the pharaoh needs to heed. After all, he is much more reasonable than the rest of them...
Back on the streets of Thebes, Amen has a run in with a face he doesn't entirely wish to see at the moment: his vizier, Qar. How annoying. Amen doesn't want to think about any of that pharaoh business right now. Qar, calling him "Master Amen" for the sake of keeping his identity hidden, tells him that it is about time for them to return to the palace. He then asks him if he's found something he wishes to do to help the people of Thebes. "Something I wish to do? Tch, I'm guessing leaving this place isn't an option?" Amen walks forward, passing Qar before stopping. "This... isn't for me. I didn't want to say it. I didn't even want to believe it myself but... I've realized that I'm not fit for all of this. Regardless of what Thutmose wanted, I just can't."
"C'mon, move it!" A rough masculine voice draws the attention of Amen. He looks forward and sees a man whipping a group of slaves: men, women, and children. Standing beside the man is five other men, similarly dressed. They must all belong to a slave company. "You useless pieces of shit! Stop crying and move your asses!" The man raises his whip again and prepares to strike the slaves. Suddenly, a white blade comes flying at the man and cuts his whip in two, rendering it useless. "What the-" The slavers look towards the direction of the projectile and sees Amen and Qar.
"This city still tolerates the use of slaves...? If I leave here with nothing else, at least I'll leave these slavers with broken bones!"
"I-Is that kid a Magician? Don't wait around for him to use his magic, beat his ass!" The slavers rush towards Amen.
"Qar, don't you dare say anything about who I am. I don't want anything stopping me from beating these slavers down." Amen proclaims. He seems entirely serious about this...
Aperel looks up at Nebet and Zamonth. "Surely, you two must understand... We must secure the interests of the nobility and those with power with this address lest we face a possible coup. Sure, we'll make a mention or two about improving this or that for the majority populace but they are of little consequence in the face of bigger fish. And while Satiah's words ring true somewhat, she doesn't understand the bigger picture either. Power trumps all ideals. We must make the Pharaoh a powerful man. Do you want to secure the throne for Pharaoh Amenhotep or don't you?" He mostly directed his little speech towards Nebet. He couldn't care less about Zamonth's place here. From what he can gather, he's simply here to train the pharaoh in matters of combat, not to whisper political advice into his ears. Truth be told, he rather not have to appeal to the priestess either. Fact of the matter is, he, alone, should be the only voice the pharaoh needs to heed. After all, he is much more reasonable than the rest of them...
Back on the streets of Thebes, Amen has a run in with a face he doesn't entirely wish to see at the moment: his vizier, Qar. How annoying. Amen doesn't want to think about any of that pharaoh business right now. Qar, calling him "Master Amen" for the sake of keeping his identity hidden, tells him that it is about time for them to return to the palace. He then asks him if he's found something he wishes to do to help the people of Thebes. "Something I wish to do? Tch, I'm guessing leaving this place isn't an option?" Amen walks forward, passing Qar before stopping. "This... isn't for me. I didn't want to say it. I didn't even want to believe it myself but... I've realized that I'm not fit for all of this. Regardless of what Thutmose wanted, I just can't."
"C'mon, move it!" A rough masculine voice draws the attention of Amen. He looks forward and sees a man whipping a group of slaves: men, women, and children. Standing beside the man is five other men, similarly dressed. They must all belong to a slave company. "You useless pieces of shit! Stop crying and move your asses!" The man raises his whip again and prepares to strike the slaves. Suddenly, a white blade comes flying at the man and cuts his whip in two, rendering it useless. "What the-" The slavers look towards the direction of the projectile and sees Amen and Qar.
"This city still tolerates the use of slaves...? If I leave here with nothing else, at least I'll leave these slavers with broken bones!"
"I-Is that kid a Magician? Don't wait around for him to use his magic, beat his ass!" The slavers rush towards Amen.
"Qar, don't you dare say anything about who I am. I don't want anything stopping me from beating these slavers down." Amen proclaims. He seems entirely serious about this...
@Rune_Alchemist Noted about your post.
@Jinxer He's not just a roguishly handsome physician? Damn, getting rid of him might be tougher than I thought.
@Grey Exactly as planned. As for Aperel, he's got nice legs.
@Jinxer He's not just a roguishly handsome physician? Damn, getting rid of him might be tougher than I thought.
@Grey Exactly as planned. As for Aperel, he's got nice legs.
@Jinxer How do you know I'm not being sarcastic too? I'm actually planning for Qar to die. That way, Amen can start his harem.
@Rune_Alchemist @Grey Is hoping that Nebet and Satiah will see past their differences and write a speech while dissing Vizier Apple too much to ask for?
@Jinxer I'm serious about them being really weak. Qar knows enough self defense to not have any issues.
@Jinxer I'm serious about them being really weak. Qar knows enough self defense to not have any issues.
Nebet saves the day with her speech making powers?!
The fight will be quick anyways. Some trash mobs.
EDIT: @Jinxer Qar will be fine. Level 1 bandits.
The fight will be quick anyways. Some trash mobs.
EDIT: @Jinxer Qar will be fine. Level 1 bandits.
A fight is about to happen so everybody may want to head to where Amen and Qar is at.
Haha, I noticed that. I wasn't even trying to write her as suspicious. She just looks young and has been diplomatically nice. Major red flags apparently! I won't confirm or deny your suspicions though!
Amen walks quietly through a long hallway. Obviously, his intention wasn't to use the latrine but to get away from the boring discussion between the viziers. And this whole speech business... He understands that he can't just say what he really thinks because of the problems it may cause but the idea of saying what others want to hear still bothers him; the disingenuity of it all. It can't be helped. He is the Pharaoh. Damn that old man. Dying at a time like this. Amen can't even have a proper revenge. It's all so stuffy in this palace. He needs some fresh air. Walking by a large, open window, Amen stops and looks outside. He takes a quick look around in all directions to make sure no one is nearby. Then, he goes for it: he leaps out of the open window and lands into a kneeling position on the ground below. Time to find the exit.
The city of Thebes is a bustling place with people going about their everyday lives. This is where Amen belongs. No politics. No royal retinue. No speeches. Just the forward flow of life. Having gone far away from the palace now, Amen looks back and notices the massive pyramid behind the palace. Why didn't he notice that before? He was probably worrying about becoming Pharaoh, that's why. But, he's heard of these pyramids. Each major city of Egypt, usually a capital city of a kingdom, houses one. These pyramids were built by the first Pharaoh, Narmer. They said he built it as a tribute to the gods. No one has actually found a way inside of a pyramid. A powerful, lingering magic protects them from intruders. Narmer's magic? He was known as the first Magician as well so that could be the case. It must be some insane magic seeing as how it's been lingering for over 3000 years.
Amen arrives at a fruit vendor in the bazaar and takes a look at their selection. They fruits seem rather... small. Is harvest bad this year? "Find anything you like, young master?" A young woman in her twenties asks Amen. Young Master? It's not like they've seen the face of the new Pharaoh but why did she assume he's of any nobility? Oh, right, it must be all this jewelry.
"Why are these fruits so small?" Amen asks curiously.
"Oh, well, the ground isn't as fertile as it used to be and, recently, my family has been forced to use less and less water for our crops. You see, the surrounding oases from which the water is being drawn from seems to be running dry. It's a peculiar sight."
"Why doesn't the city draw from the Nile like every other town and city around here?"
"The government grew reliant on the oases and never attempted an expedition like what you mentioned. Hopefully... the new Pharaoh will bring a change for us all."
Amen quietly watches her for a moment. He then picks up an apple and takes a bite of it. "Hmm, it's still really juicy! You got a knack for this!"
"I hope you're going to pay for it." The women smiles.
"Of course! Just let me-" Amen checks his clothing only to realize that his money pouch was left in his chambers. "Oh crap!"
"Hey, you do have money right?"
"Ehehe, it seems I've forgotten to bring it with me..." He says, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Oh I see..." She responds quietly. "It's alright. It's no use getting into an argument with nobility after all. You have a pleasant day." She tells him with a halfhearted smile.
"Huh? What are you talking about? It's no use? Yell at me! Hell, punch me in the face or call for help! Who cares if I'm nobility or not! I did something wrong!"
She is taken back by his words and then starts to laugh. "Usually, they walk away when I let them off the hook. Nobody's ever told me to punch them in the face. You're an odd noble, that's for sure."
Amen smiles. "I do what I think is right. If I'm odd for it, so be it. Oh, I know," Amen removes one of his gold bracelets and tosses it her way, "Payment for the apple."
"Huh? N-No way, this is worth more than the entire stand plus my home and crops. Really it's fine-"
Amen picks up two more apples. "That should even things out. I've made up my mind so don't give me it back, alright? See ya." Amen waves goodbye and walks off.
Back at the study, about an hour has passed since Amen and Satiah left. "Where is the Pharaoh? Surely, he isn't taking all this time for a piss. Perhaps, one of us should go check on him?" Aperel tells the others. Yeah, he sure wasn't going to volunteer himself.
The city of Thebes is a bustling place with people going about their everyday lives. This is where Amen belongs. No politics. No royal retinue. No speeches. Just the forward flow of life. Having gone far away from the palace now, Amen looks back and notices the massive pyramid behind the palace. Why didn't he notice that before? He was probably worrying about becoming Pharaoh, that's why. But, he's heard of these pyramids. Each major city of Egypt, usually a capital city of a kingdom, houses one. These pyramids were built by the first Pharaoh, Narmer. They said he built it as a tribute to the gods. No one has actually found a way inside of a pyramid. A powerful, lingering magic protects them from intruders. Narmer's magic? He was known as the first Magician as well so that could be the case. It must be some insane magic seeing as how it's been lingering for over 3000 years.
Amen arrives at a fruit vendor in the bazaar and takes a look at their selection. They fruits seem rather... small. Is harvest bad this year? "Find anything you like, young master?" A young woman in her twenties asks Amen. Young Master? It's not like they've seen the face of the new Pharaoh but why did she assume he's of any nobility? Oh, right, it must be all this jewelry.
"Why are these fruits so small?" Amen asks curiously.
"Oh, well, the ground isn't as fertile as it used to be and, recently, my family has been forced to use less and less water for our crops. You see, the surrounding oases from which the water is being drawn from seems to be running dry. It's a peculiar sight."
"Why doesn't the city draw from the Nile like every other town and city around here?"
"The government grew reliant on the oases and never attempted an expedition like what you mentioned. Hopefully... the new Pharaoh will bring a change for us all."
Amen quietly watches her for a moment. He then picks up an apple and takes a bite of it. "Hmm, it's still really juicy! You got a knack for this!"
"I hope you're going to pay for it." The women smiles.
"Of course! Just let me-" Amen checks his clothing only to realize that his money pouch was left in his chambers. "Oh crap!"
"Hey, you do have money right?"
"Ehehe, it seems I've forgotten to bring it with me..." He says, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Oh I see..." She responds quietly. "It's alright. It's no use getting into an argument with nobility after all. You have a pleasant day." She tells him with a halfhearted smile.
"Huh? What are you talking about? It's no use? Yell at me! Hell, punch me in the face or call for help! Who cares if I'm nobility or not! I did something wrong!"
She is taken back by his words and then starts to laugh. "Usually, they walk away when I let them off the hook. Nobody's ever told me to punch them in the face. You're an odd noble, that's for sure."
Amen smiles. "I do what I think is right. If I'm odd for it, so be it. Oh, I know," Amen removes one of his gold bracelets and tosses it her way, "Payment for the apple."
"Huh? N-No way, this is worth more than the entire stand plus my home and crops. Really it's fine-"
Amen picks up two more apples. "That should even things out. I've made up my mind so don't give me it back, alright? See ya." Amen waves goodbye and walks off.
Back at the study, about an hour has passed since Amen and Satiah left. "Where is the Pharaoh? Surely, he isn't taking all this time for a piss. Perhaps, one of us should go check on him?" Aperel tells the others. Yeah, he sure wasn't going to volunteer himself.
But more importantly, the winner of the battle royale... becomes the new Pharaoh!
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