Egypt certainly has their border security well in hand. We’d barely arrived in Cairo when someone
approached us, mentioned Andrew, and requested that we follow them. Not just for me and Lexi; but Ken, Claire,
and Cindy as well.
We were lead to Andrew and a woman named Kahi, who is to be
our contact while we’re in Egypt. She’s
a blunt, no-nonsense individual. Which,
frankly, I like. I’ll take someone who’ll
lay it all out there over someone who’ll dance around the subject any day. She had a few mannerisms that seemed
distinctly feline, too. I’m guessing
daughter of Sekhmet, though there are certainly other possibilities as well.
And I don’t think our Tuatha members’ trip to their High Court
went well. Because neither of them spoke
of it, and Claire was in a particularly foul mood. Which, unfortunately, she opted to take out
on Kahi. Which I really wish she hadn’t done. While I think Kahi’s professional enough that
it probably won’t come back to bite
us…I sincerely doubt that it’ll help any.
Anyway, we’re off to Imhotep’s tomb. The Psedjet are hoping that their greatest
builder can help construct a defense to keep the Psedjet at bay. Ordinarily they’d need Isis, Serket, Neith,
and Nepthys to make contact with the guardians of the canopic jars to free
him. But since they’re needed to hold
back the Psedjet the hope seems to be that the four demigoddesses in our band
can take their place in the rituals.
It sounds like it’s either something that’ll work or fail spectacularly,
hopefully the former.
And we’re taking six Psedjet Scions along with us, in case
their perspective is needed at any point.
But there are also four females amongst them, so there’s a reason beyond
our simple gender split that we’re being sent.
Either more powerful Scions are needed to have a chance to make the substitution…or
there are going to be dangers beyond what they could handle on their own. Which would indicate that we’ll have to watch
them carefully during any fight that breaks out.
Speaking of, once we started approaching the tomb Ken
noticed a handful of large beasts prowling the mountains. That threw up a red flag immediately. There aren’t really large creatures native to
the desert, at least not mortal ones.
They tend to have too much trouble securing adequate amounts of
water. Which meant these creatures were
almost certainly legendary ones, with a measure of divine endurance to help
them go without water.
A suspicion that was proven correct shortly afterwards when
a claw thrust up through the sands and all but snapped a packhorse in half. Sometimes I hate being right.
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