My mistrust lies in the authority of those who do not wield it in sake of the people. The Priests under you do so. I will respect them even if I do not agree with all that they seek or say to do.
[ Bayek's hand immediately steadies the young Pharaoh's. He looks down at him, and a gentle smile can be seen from around the edges of his hood. It would seem the Pharaoh does need more time from his Palace. The smile turns into one of a humorous note before he continues down the path.
The path tilts downwards into a set of carved stairs. They are soft at the edges, having clearly decayed in time of being unattended to. At the bottom of them is a small opening that light streams from. Bayek extinguishes the torch. He keeps his comments until they have stepped outside into the light once more.
They step outside of the confines of the palace to be greeted by a lackluster sight. Canyon walls loom over head and Bayek simply gestures to the distance that they are. His intention is to take the young Pharaoh up high so that he might view the city of Thebes from above. He will be able to see the way in which the city sprawls and her people move about. Across the water lies the places in which tombs were kept for the Kings and Queens in the land of the living. Doorways, if one knows how to use them.
It is a short distance to the canyon wall, even if it hardly looks as such. He whistles and from behind the palm trees comes his ever faithful steed. A large camel, surprisingly lacking in riches and adornments other than what a regular merchant might have, strides to them. Bayek holds the reigns and gives the beast a loving pat on the side. ]
He will take us the short distance and up the path. From there, we climb.
[ Bayek turns, offering his hands to help the Pharaoh onto the second seat of the camel. Then, he pulls himself up and tugs on the reigns. With a gentle click of his tongue and pressing his feet into the sides, the camel starts off in the direction the former Medjay has decided to go. ]
Egypt was unstable at first. Few of your Priests remained among the world of the living by the battle's end, a fewer in the remaining weeks and months. It took a great many people under his direction to change the way Egypt had existed and steer her in a new direction. What few Priests remain aided him, but those beneath them sought to conspire. They aimed to manipulate from behind the scenes to lead Egypt down their path. They used aliases and wore masks to hide their identity. They called themselves the Order of the Ancients.
My wife, Aya and I... we hunted each one of them down. We slew them like the wild beasts of the desert and left them to the crows. [ He glances behind him at the Pharaoh that now technically sits higher than him. ] We made our own Order, that named of Amun, to hide in the shadows and stop those that sought to harm the people of Egypt through their machinations of power and control. It took many years, but we were successful. By then, Pharaoh Seto had outlawed the use of your Shadow Games. The spirits bound to those tablets had been released and the art of bringing forth those mighty creatures ceased.
He even enlisted the aid of another from Greece to help him in such endeavors. Although, I only saw her face once. It was Aya that saw her from our lands to her homeland.
[ A frown touches his face as he recalls the foreign woman. Now that his mind brings forth the memories? The woman he escorted from the Duat bore a striking resemblance to the one that Aya was tasked to see safely home. Perhaps he will ask her of it once he returns to Siwa. ]
I imagine she remains good at finding those places! She is fond of you. [ There is a tone of teasing in his voice then. ] You speak of your time among the living as a ghost fondly, Atem. What wonders graced the world after our time had passed?
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[ Bayek's hand immediately steadies the young Pharaoh's. He looks down at him, and a gentle smile can be seen from around the edges of his hood. It would seem the Pharaoh does need more time from his Palace. The smile turns into one of a humorous note before he continues down the path.
The path tilts downwards into a set of carved stairs. They are soft at the edges, having clearly decayed in time of being unattended to. At the bottom of them is a small opening that light streams from. Bayek extinguishes the torch. He keeps his comments until they have stepped outside into the light once more.
They step outside of the confines of the palace to be greeted by a lackluster sight. Canyon walls loom over head and Bayek simply gestures to the distance that they are. His intention is to take the young Pharaoh up high so that he might view the city of Thebes from above. He will be able to see the way in which the city sprawls and her people move about. Across the water lies the places in which tombs were kept for the Kings and Queens in the land of the living. Doorways, if one knows how to use them.
It is a short distance to the canyon wall, even if it hardly looks as such. He whistles and from behind the palm trees comes his ever faithful steed. A large camel, surprisingly lacking in riches and adornments other than what a regular merchant might have, strides to them. Bayek holds the reigns and gives the beast a loving pat on the side. ]
He will take us the short distance and up the path. From there, we climb.
[ Bayek turns, offering his hands to help the Pharaoh onto the second seat of the camel. Then, he pulls himself up and tugs on the reigns. With a gentle click of his tongue and pressing his feet into the sides, the camel starts off in the direction the former Medjay has decided to go. ]
Egypt was unstable at first. Few of your Priests remained among the world of the living by the battle's end, a fewer in the remaining weeks and months. It took a great many people under his direction to change the way Egypt had existed and steer her in a new direction. What few Priests remain aided him, but those beneath them sought to conspire. They aimed to manipulate from behind the scenes to lead Egypt down their path. They used aliases and wore masks to hide their identity. They called themselves the Order of the Ancients.
My wife, Aya and I... we hunted each one of them down. We slew them like the wild beasts of the desert and left them to the crows. [ He glances behind him at the Pharaoh that now technically sits higher than him. ] We made our own Order, that named of Amun, to hide in the shadows and stop those that sought to harm the people of Egypt through their machinations of power and control. It took many years, but we were successful. By then, Pharaoh Seto had outlawed the use of your Shadow Games. The spirits bound to those tablets had been released and the art of bringing forth those mighty creatures ceased.
He even enlisted the aid of another from Greece to help him in such endeavors. Although, I only saw her face once. It was Aya that saw her from our lands to her homeland.
[ A frown touches his face as he recalls the foreign woman. Now that his mind brings forth the memories? The woman he escorted from the Duat bore a striking resemblance to the one that Aya was tasked to see safely home. Perhaps he will ask her of it once he returns to Siwa. ]
I imagine she remains good at finding those places! She is fond of you. [ There is a tone of teasing in his voice then. ] You speak of your time among the living as a ghost fondly, Atem. What wonders graced the world after our time had passed?