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   Zahir was unaware of whose lands he stood upon, but for what seemed like hours he'd been walking the same path with no sign of civilization. He was not completely disappointed with that, infact he preferred to not converse with towns people, but he was also a man of the desert. Here, in a land savaged by growth and fertile plants, he was at a loss.

When the voice and presence of another reached his senses, the Medjai warrior stared, reaching for his two blades which lay in waiting for their masters touch. But he did not meet with them completely, instead his hand lingered in the air as though he was suspecting an attack. "And where is it I should walk away to?" he questioned, brows arching. "I would rather not go back the way I came, that would defeat the purpose of my presence here in the first place"

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Things have definitely been different for the Fae these past few days, but that didn’t seem to make a lack of people tromping through the forest either. He gave a little look over to the newest visitor before giving a small sigh as he stepped out to block their path. “Turn around and walk away.” Was all he could muster out with a cross of his arms over his chest.

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   The Medjai removed his hood, revealing a young man with shoulder length dark-brown hair. His blade stayed in the same place, next to her neck so that if she would dare try anything than that head of hers which tried to intimidate would no longer speak. Zahir was a patient man on most occasions, but today he was less so.

When she went on about being a Goddess, the Medjai warrior did not flinch. Goddess or not she was not permitted to grace these lands with her presence. The only ones to give her that privledge were the Pharaoh, or the God Anubis, whom the Medjai worshiped as their God. Much like them he protected the Dead Kings, and thus they were granted the title of 'Jackals of Anubis'

"Disrespect? I would hardly call it such" were the words which filled the eerie silence of the Desert. "You are a ways from home and intruding on Sacred Land, you could have chosen to avoid this"

Curse of the Kings | | +theviciousgold

 Walking through the never ending desert proved to be an arduous task  for the goddess, the sand running through her feet once calming and soothing began to create boiling blisters. And the  stinging pain combined with the lack of water  only seemed to ignite her short fuse. While  she walked through the hills, she found a nice shade created by a grand pyramid and as any logical creature she decided to restore her energy upon it. As she reached the shade, Eris took out her golden case and placed her soothingly toxic friend between her lips. But just as she was about to light her cigarette, she felt an odd presence and sure enough a blade appeared and behind it: a man with a tight grip around it’s handle. With a long sigh Eris placed her case back inside her pocket and spat out her cigarette onto the cold sand; she  casually walked towards the blade only stopping when she could feel it’s cold thorn like end on the nape of her neck.  “Go ahead, attempt to kill me.” She challenged while wrapping her fingers around the sword and tightly squeezing until her golden blood covered the sword. “Egypt  has a fame of having an excruciatingly hot climate.” Her  eyes and voice taunting the man in front of her. “Why don’t you explain to me, why you are disrespecting a goddess?”  

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   "There are artifacts of value, yes" It wasn't an unknown fact that the Valley of the Kings held many treasures, boundless amounts of gold and gems, some of which could be used for unspeakable evil. The Templars had always wanted their hands upon such craft, the weapons their ancestors used long ago. Some of the Pharaohs that were buried within the valley were Templars, others were not. To figure out a King's true nature would involve delving into the tomb, something that was strictly prohibited.

It was than that the Medjai whistled, and in no time at all a Hawk came flying down, perching on his arm. "My brothers and Sisters shall watch from above for the said Templar" he explained before tying a red coloured ribbon onto the hawks right foot before setting it free once more. Zahir imagined it was a Templar she was after, otherwise she would have no reason for being here. "You and I shall search by foot" He then passed the woman, walking further into the valley, gesturing for her to follow.

Curse of the Kings | | +8

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   The Medjai could see the struggle she'd endured, and he could admit silently that he was impressed. Few could battle the climates of the Desert for as long as she, had she been a child of the Medjai than she would have made quite the warrior, maybe even giving Zahir a run for his money.

Silence was a favored attribute for Zahir, he preferred it as it could bring a sense of peace and understanding, even in the most hectic of times. Cold dark-brown eyes looked down upon the girl, scanning he before his attention went towards the mountains where his brothers and sisters watched. "If I show you the way, than you will leave this place and never return?" he wanted to make himself clear that this valley was not for outsiders. It was the resting place of Kings.

Curse of the Kings | | +curiousgoldenthing

The breeze lifted the loose strands from her braid and rippled the hem of her cloak, but she remained stock-still. One wrong move, she knew, and the sands would run red.

"Only traveling, sir. I mean no harm to anyone, upon my honor. If the way ahead is shut, then I shall turn if you will but show me another road."

If there was one, which she dearly hoped. A weeks’ worth of the sun and the heat and the unending vista of rock and dune made her long for a city to rest in, or even a town. Her supplies were beginning to run low and she didn’t fancy becoming a permanent fixture in the parched wastes.

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What's it like working under Ramesses, do you ever see him or does he stay in his palace for the most part?

 "It is not different than it was when I worked under his Father, Seti I. As for your other question, upon occasion I do meet with him, mostly when he is traveling and needs some form of protection. Other than that he sends a messenger"

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   Zahir listened to what the woman had to say, not daring to interrupt. For a moment he stood thinking, trying to imagine the man in his mind. But it seemed he was again at a loss. There were not many who dare come to these lands as often, for the land was in turmoil and the stories of Anubis' Jackals still remained written on the walls.

It was what the woman said next that caught Zahir's attention, and he looked down towards tattoo on her left ring finger. "Everything is Permitted" was all he said (In the language of his people) before crossing his arms over his chest, revealing two tattoos on both shoulders, one saying Truth and the other saying Shadow. They were words which were used many years ago, ones the Assassins of Ancient Egypt went by. "You are a long ways from home, My friend"

Curse of the Kings | | +8

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   As guardian of the Tombs, Zahir had been gifted with the ability to transform into a Jackal. Many tourists found him fascinating, how he trotted along the set paths without a single care, the locals worshiped him as they would sometime mistake him for the God Anubis. He allowed many to see the Tombs which had already been found, but those that had not, he made sure they would not find.

Zahir had secluded himself in a part of the Valley which was generally untouched by man. With only the odd person coming through every now and than. He was in his Jackal form basking under the hot Egyptian sun when a woman came walking his way. His head perked up and his dark beady eyes looked at her. She was proving no harm to the land around her, but he kept his gaze firm.

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Steps for sight-seeing in a foreign country without being an annoying tourist: One. Adopt the local garb and know how to a few key phrases in the local language. You don’t want to stick out like a man standing in a lake with a small, painted wooden duck on his head. Two: Talk to people. Learn from the people who live there what’s the most interesting in the area. Three: Avoid tour guides and groups. They travel the most obvious routes and don’t see everything one should see. If possible, hire a sherpa (or the equivalent).

Following these guidelines was how Miranda found herself walking into the Valley of the Kings after hitching a ride from some nice family headed that direction. When she saw what there was to see, she’d find her way back on her own.

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   Egypt no longer held the same significance as it once did. Cairo was in a state of panic and the Great country was slowly crumbling. The Medjai decided it high time for him to leave, to make a start somewhere new. But of course that was much easier said, than it was done.

Zahir had found himself walking the streets of a European town. It was beautiful to say the least but the weather proved quite the challenge. For a man who was born and raised under the hot desert sun, the Winter months here were very unforgiving.

For a time he wandered until the sight of a woman came into view. As she called out to him the Warrior's gaze looked up. She was a marvel but something about her made the Medjai concerned. "I merely walk the same path. I do not intentionally follow you upon this night" he said in honest truth. 

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The Countess held the sensation there was another tracking her form this evening. The desire to flee was upon her mind, however, she would never flee from those who may reveal themselves to be simple and weak. Why risk the thought of her form to be a coward within their minds? Nay, she turned her form about upon her heels to question whomever it was following her form to reveal their own intentions to her.

"You followed my form for what reasons? To admire my backside? The gait I hold or simply to follow my form to my household? Reveal your intentions.

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   The man said nothing as his blade continued to brush against her neck. Those who dared to disturb the slumbering Kings would be sent to the Underworld, but luckily for her she had not disturbed anyone, besides the people of the Desert.

It was the Desert that gave response to her, an eerie silence as a light breeze flooded through the valley. It was not because he could not understand her, that he did not speak, merely he wanted to see how she would acted. It seemed she was a delicate little thing, someone who could not fend for herself had the desert decided to take her. Zahir took in a breath before repeating himself. "What are you doing here?"

Curse of the Kings | | +curiousgoldenthing

The little Celt halted in her tracks and slowly raised both hands to show that they were empty. Her pulse jumped, nudging uncomfortably against the razor-sharp steel. She was accustomed to being halted by armed men for one reason or another, but usually not for walking in the open.

"I humbly beg your pardon, my lord. How have I offended?"

Her voice carried a heavy accent from somewhere far to the north; her pale, freckled skin lacked the distinctive olive tone of those who lived in the kingdoms surrounding the Meditteranean Sea. A stranger to these lands then, and very far from home.

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   It didn't matter whether it was the first or second, she still stood upon this sacred land without any form of authorization. The Medjai Order, a branch of the Assassin Order based in Egypt, was told to protect the tombs of unfound Kings. Some held artifacts, that if in the wrong hands could bring down an entire city or state. Zahir would not allow any to pass and nor would the others who stood atop of the Mountains which surrounded them.

"No man has passed through here" He said in the English tongue. His voice sounding slightly puzzled, wondering if someone had managed to slip past him - which was unlikely, but still he brought it to thought. "Who was it you were looking for, and why?"

Curse of the Kings | | +8

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   No words came from the Jackal as his haunting eyes forever watched her, making sure she would not make a sudden movement. Though he may have been alone with her, others from his division watched from the surrounding Mountains, gazing on her like a Hawk. The Medjai were a proud, strong, nomadic people who took pride in their discretion. For thousands of years history had thought them to be extinct, believing they had been ordered to disband, but this was untrue. The Pharaoh of the time had wished them to become a secret, so that no other may know of their existence. They would be the silent warriors of Anubis, walking the vastly respect Desert in cloaked forms.

When Zahir looked closely at the woman, he could tell she was of foreign origins. Her hair was blazing gold and her eyes did not bare hue in which you would find in these lands. Foreigners were not welcomed here, especially those who sought a direct purpose. "Only those whom stray too close" he said in the English tongue "What business do you have here?"

Curse of the Kings | | +8

The blonde had taken great care with her trip to Egypt. It was uncharted territory for her and she also had an extreme distaste against any dessert. She packed skin covering but light clothing, not a fan of extreme sun exposure. She had also taken a couple weeks finding the quickest route that also attracted little attention. She didn’t mind traveling, but her job included places with much more water. She also didn’t need to be a water nymph to feel like a fish out of water amongst the sand. With it’s coarse texture grating against her skin she felt as it it would blast away the shimmering flecks that sat on it’s surface. She kind of liked that feature too.

She had convinced herself the Lillie would be worth it and all she had to do was cross a desert, scale down a cliff side from a mountain sanded down with time, and pluck it from the only portion of the massive river it grew. They said it grew as homage to the kings there, and others said it grew by feeding off the souls of the great, like those buried in the valleys tombs. To her it was money well spent to make more knowing a demon plant grew in the graveyard. Worth the unbearable heat, the sand in her shoes, and the air dry enough to choke on. All worth it till she found herself trapped beneath the metal of blades shining brilliantly in the sun she suddenly decided she hated.

"That’s rather rude." She craned her neck as if the blades were already slicing her skin. "Do you greet everyone this way or should I feel special?" She knew she should have just answered the question but her sour mood with the current geological climate made her snippier than usual.

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   When the man spoke, the Medjai remained silent. With only the eerie silence of the desert to become the warriors response. There was something different about this one and as soon as his arm had met the rock his blade fell to the ground. His speed amazed the warrior though it also taught him that this one was not to be underestimated. It seemed his companions who lingered upon the Mountains would be in need of use against this one if he continued to search on ahead and disturb the Ancient Kings. The language was familiar and Zahir could have responded if he wished, but still he remained in silence. His eyes forever watching the others. 

"Your intoxication's do not interest me" He finally said, returning his words in arabic instead of English as he had before. It was pleasant enough that he could speak a language his tongue was more use to, but that still did not explain why this one was here. As the Jackals of Anubis, it was the Medjai's duty to protect these tombs, even if it meant offering up their lives to the Gods. There was something oddly divine about this one, but Zahir decided not to comment on it. "Why have you come to this valley?" he asked, a certain sense of demand was heard in his voice.

Curse of the Kings | | +godofrevelry

Well, this was new.

Alright, maybe not new. The young demigod had been threatened many times in India, back when he had be killing off nobles and bringing down their pantheon. However, as society changed, he found being threatened with a weapon less routine.

Apparently the fad had restarted. He had visited Efypt in the hopes if seeing Ra or Anubis, two friends of his. Instead, he heard the sound of metal and he felt something sharp graze his neck. Dionysus looked down at the blade, and then at the man. He started to laugh at the nomad before him, unable to contain his amusement. “…I wish I could say the same, but I can’t be in a bad mood when fools like you are here to brighten my day.” He spoke in Arabic, keeping his tone level. In one swift, inhuman motion, the God took the wrist of the hand holding the blade and slammed it against the wall of sedimentary rock beside him. “Never point your weapon at a madman. You never know what they might do.” Then, just as quickly as he had attacked him, he had also let go. After all, he had not come for the sake of a fight. He pulled out his flask, opening the cover and letting the sweet aroma of his divine concoction to waft gracefully into the air. “You said like you’ll could use some if this, habibi.” His green eyes were filled with mischief, and he tried tried not to look so overbearing, but he might have failed. He was not seeking a quarrel, he was seeking a place to rest tonight.

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  Egypt no longer bore the comforts it once had, the desert became stranger to his eyes as the world began to change. The time of Pharaohs was lost and the age of chaos had began. Zahir would not dare to watch the land he fought to valiantly for, crumble right before him. The path of the Medjai had come to an end, and so as his people had done long ago -- He became a Nomad.

His journey led him across oceans, into vast flourishing lands which pallet did not consist of the colours yellow, orange, and red. But of Green, blue, and brown. Zahir took his time, in no hurry to leave one place for the next. People welcomed him even though he was a stranger and offered their hospitality, but as he walked along the Beaches of one said place, it seemed such hospitality could not always be found. "I do not consider anywhere my home" he contradicted "Nor to I believe I have to explain myself to you"

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   ”Long way from home” he said as he gazed upon the other. It was no denying this one was of the desert, but Blyd couldn’t be absolutely certain of which one, but his guess was he was Egyptian. It was odd to see their kind travel so far. “What do you want?”

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Curse of the Kings | | +8

๑ --Strangers always seemed to dawn their presence upon the Valley of the Kings. Brave Raiders who thought no consequence would be brought down upon them for disturbing a Kings eternal Slumber. However that was why Zahir had been stationed at such a sacred place, to ensure that a punishment would be brought out to all those who dared breach the doors which bared the Mortal World to the Eternal.

It did not take the Medjai long for him to maneuver his way down the Mountains which surrounded the valley, guarding it from the harsh weather Egypt endured. With large steps and leaps, the Warrior was able to go unnoticed by the intruder. It was only until the Zahir unsheathed his blade and lightly placed it against the others neck, that the raider would have noticed his presence. "You walk a familiar path, though I fear it will be your undoing" His voice was harsh and slightly croaked. He had no drunk water for a few hours now and the desert sun had began to take it's tole. "Speak quickly before my mood changes for the worse."

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[I'm going to bed. I have a starter drafted for you all who follow me back, and I'll post it tomorrow morning. Let me know if you'd rather have a Modern AU and something can be arranged -- G'night!]