By the Gods: Egyptian/Greek

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-This is my second started thread. it's kind of long though, lol, hope you like it!! it doesn't follow the real history or timeline of egypt/greece, just something I thought up.::

Egypt. A land of ancient myth and lore. Excitement, heros, beasts in which were fought and killed, or killed and ruled over the egypians. Gods and Goddesses, Pharoahs and Queens. Such things seemed more than real. And it seemed such things were not altered, even back in the time in which such myth existed...

"Scorpians that size should not be allowed to fight!" With a bright smile, Isis, the daughter of the Pharoah clapped, standing aside her mentor. The older man, around twenty, was in charge of entertaining the eighteen year old princess by orders of her eldest brother. And being that Isis was as fool hardy and outterly wild as any boy the Pharoah had, two older one's, Isis tended to enjoy things like such. Scorpian fights.

Here in the ring were two massive scorpians, one red and the other black. Isis herself was a said seer, and thus was not cast out or to be married off in her father's kingdom or her brother, who in turn would rule and choose a suitable husband for her. Isis was aware that she grew closer and closer to that stage, and that this year may very well be it, for her father was to step down from being Pharoah and let Tatakunut rule in his place. Unlike Rah, her second oldest brother, Tatakunut was a strict ruler. They did not agree as well as she did with Rah, and she knew secrets enough about him, like his breif wild streak to join with rivaling kingdoms and unite. She had no idea what exactally he ment by it, but she had a faint suspecion. Isis, as a seer, saw things. Such as a different race ruling over their homeland. The death of many. Though as for now, she concentrated on the dog-sized scorpians.

"The red will win, just watch..." She whispered deviously to her mentor. Just as she'd stated, the red grasped the black tightly and sent it flying with a mighty swing. Cheering and such, Isis halted. Music? Ceremonial music? She paused for a moment, walking around the ring toward the balcony of the building to lean out on the railing, her mentor following. White Horses, fine Gold Camels, Carriers and Musicians. Something big was to happen. She watched for another few moments to spot something, strange men. Their skin tanned, but not so much as her own peoples. She laced her fingers together, watching as they walked on toward the Palace, where no doubt Tatakunut stood waiting. Their clothing, dark and leather like suggested they were from another place. Far away. She spotted their leader finally, drawing up the end. He was handsome, no doubt, but as he passed his gaze up toward her she turned her head to meet the gaze of her older by a year, nineteen year old brother, Rah.

"It is Antony the forth...a ruler from a land Tatakunut called 'Greece'. He will not tell me why he is here...but I don't feel good about it. Nor the gaze he gave to you..." Rah said as the riders rode on, followed by walking men, all armed as well as the others with sharp objects. There were quite a good many of them, but still, not enough to rival their own. Isis frowned. No doubt, she was beautiful. Long, straight dark locks, her natural hair grown to her waist and cut at the end in a straight, beautifully silky fashion, braided in gold in various places. Bright emerald eyes and deep red lips, given the proper make-up of a egyptian princess, her neck fitted with a bright gold and emerald necklace, marking her as the first, and only daughter of the pharoah. Tall, agile, thin and quite feminine, there was likely no prince alive who'd refuse Isis as a bride. Though Isis had, and planned on refusing them. The girl paused, closing her eyes to accept a vision given.

"By what means do you finalize our alignment, Pharoah Tatakunut? We've been here for two weeks, and all gifts have been graciously welcomed, but I await your final gift.." The young ruler of Sparta Antony gave a cruel smile. The previous Pharoah lay at Tatakunut's feet, a sharp short scythe driven through his back, a pool of blood staining the marble floors, Rah motionless and silent, face a picture of fury standing aside his brother's throne. Tatakunut, with a smug smirk, motioned for those behind the massive doors to enter. And they did, dragging with them a struggling, shaken Isis.
"I give you Isis, Seer and Princess of Egypt..."

Amidst the cheers and clapping of the egyptian people below, the pounding of drums and trumpetting music, Isis gasped, stumbling back to be met in the arms of Rah. Regaining her balance she turned towards him, grasping his arms as he did her's.

"What did you see, Isis?"

"Something terrible.."

 

[The Jeffinator]

Sweet. I may want to play.

 

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-alright that's okay with me, anyone can join. I don't mind really. there's tons of characters to pick from, and I'm not expecting a reply as big as mines, though not too short, because that's not really fair. Maybe mirror posting.::

 

[The Jeffinator]

So what are you looking for? Who do you want me to play?

 

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-Theres lots of characters so you can pick any one. so far there's Rah(19) the prince of egypt, Tatakunut(23) the future pharoah, Antony III(22) the ruler of the Greek Spartans, Isis' mentor (20-24) who has no name and was hired to keep an eye out on her by Tatakunut, or you can just make up a character, either greek or egyptian, hero or bad guy and follow the pot. we'll probably need they other characters as well sooner or later, so anyone interested feel free to jump in!::

 

[Wolk]

OOC: Looks like monkeybarrels of fun. I would like to take Anthony's role.

Just one question if I may: is he the third or the fourth? You referred to him as 'fourth' in the first post, but then said Anthony III in OOC. Which is it?

 

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-lol, sorry about that. Fourth of third, I'm guessing fourth since that was what I posted. how many there actually were I'm completely clueless, but then again, if this followed the actual time line it might get a bit boring.

 

[Wolk]

OOC: All right, Anthony IV it is then. I will post an intro soon.

In the meantime, is there any particular plot that you had in mind beyond what you have already given us? Specifically, do you have a preference as to what Anthony is trying to negotiate with the Pharaoh, or do you want me to make up anything I like?

 

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-Well basically Anthony is here to negotiate with Tatakunut, who is more than willing to give the Greek a piece of them assive egyptian empire in exchange for the spartan's joining of their forces. He'd spoken with the pharoah about it, and he was against it for it broke tradition. Tatakunut was in line for the passing of the crown, but after he tried to insist that they join with the greeks, the Pharoah has been holding back Tatakunut wants the throne now, and fears that Isis, who is in fact a seer, might foil the plan, so he's trying to gather enough time to act quickly, yet without any thought from anyone else, and get Isis out of the way in the process. Anything else along that line you can make up to any extent you like, lol!::

 

[Wolk]

Anthony IV - introduction

"Ah, this is the glorious Egypt, wealthy beyond belief!"

Anthony IV was positively charmed. The ancient culture radiated from every stone here. The walls of the Pharaoh's palace screamed that they are part of a magnificent structure, a structure that showcased the power and wealth that the ruler of all of Egypt weilded. But it was not what attracted Anthony the most, for the Greeks were, in spite of their civilization's youth, more than a match for Egyptian culture. It was the land. The magnificent river, the unbelievably fertile soil that it was depositing all around as it flooded - something he knew it did regularly.

Simply unbelievable. If his homeland was this rich, they would be rulers of the world by now, Anthony was convinced. Well, no. He checked himself. If the Gods have decided to give Spartans rugged mountains and the sea, it was to make them strong and rugged, the finest seamen, warriors and craftsmen under the sun.

This was, after all, why Anthony was now in this southern land. Egypt was the breadbasket of the entire Mediterranean, but large and wealthy as it was, Anthony knew it lacked severely in true strength - one that came on the point of a sword. A few glances at the soldiers that guarded the city walls told the story better than any scribe could. Honey yellow. That's what their weapons shone with. Bronze. Anthony couldn't help but scoff discretely at it. He knew first hand what happened when a fine steel edge of the kind the Greeks weilded met this softer metal. And he would not want to be the one holding a bronze edge.

But strong as Sparta was, it needed wheat and plenty of it. With new colonies being built all over the shores of the great Pont(meaning sea - Mediterranean), and even the Tavrian Pont(i.e. the Black Sea), his city-state, that was more like an empire at that point, was hungry for more and more food if it was to grow even bigger. This is why Anthony wanted Egypt. All of it? No. That would be silly and unnecessary, assuming there was a better way. By the looks of it, there was. Tatakunut, the man of most reasonable judgement, was who Anthony's hopes were with.

He had communicated with him through messages, delivered via envoys and embassadors. Tatakunut was most agreeable. Ceding part of Egypt to Sparta, sending regular supplies of food, all of this he had agreed to. But the acting Pharaoh most definitely would not. So, Anthony was here, with a stick and a carrot so to speak. Most luxurious gifts and samples of what Spartans can produce, as well as most persuasive tongue to try and change the Pharaoh's mind, and a unit of his absolute best soldiers weilding the best weapons in the world, in case force was needed. There were not too many - else Anthony could not have made it appear a purely peaceful diplomatic mission, but they were each worth a few enemies in battle. Of course, he could not hope to defeat all of Egypt with only this unit, but in a turmoil that would follow had Tatakunut done what he was planning to do with Anthony's approval, this mini-army would go a long way towards stablizing things and brining the country under its new Pharaoh's control. All hail Pharaoh Tatakunut! Anthony smiled. With a favorable ally in Egypt, the two empires would be unstoppable. Together, they could crush their enemies, and, who knows, perhaps even claim Mesopotamia, the lucrative gateway to the East and all the trade it brings!

Anthony left the thoughts of conquest for the time being, and allowed himself to admire the place he was in. The gorgeous women - or rather one woman - the one that stood on the blacony above their procession. Gods, she was gorgeous! How sad that she had turned away so quickly!

Well, he would be sure to see her again, as the stay was to be somewhat prolonged here. Now, to officially meet the important figures of this land.

 

[The Jeffinator]

OOC: I want to play Isis's mentor. You said he can be between 20 and 24, so I'll make him 24. Can they like be secret lovers or is she saving herself for her prince?

 

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-Isis is intent on not offering herself to anyone, and has slyly made it know that if she does give herself to anyone, then she will lose her seer's abilities, that's what's kept her unmarried to the age of 18, lol. Her mentor is there to keep a close watch on her, keep her distracted from interferring with Tatakunut's affairs, but that may change ::

Yes, no doubt Egypt had become soft. Gold was saved for jewelery and tombs, crafted into gifts to give the dead, rather than formable scythe's or blades that they had at once. Now the weapons were made of bronze and very rarely copper, normally at massive sizes to intimidate. Their numbers were plenty, their skills were great. Though they were trained now in the ways of stealth and counter attack, defense. In such good times, when Egypt posed as one land with one Pharoah, then they saw no need for war-like ways. Tatakunut insisted on them becomming like such. He saw his future a future of great achievement, to push down any rebellion in their slaves, to fend off any intruders, to bring Egypt to a glorious reign of power. Though obsticales stood in his path. His father was one. His sister was the other. Rah would prove a like able ally, if he did not cling to the weakness of tradition and fairness.

None the less, Isis passed a glance over the marble railing, watching as the end of the line brought up by men with flags of blood red entered. Where would she go? Who would she tell. The Pharoah, of course! Rah gave a confused look as she sprinted off, ignoring the scorpian fights and the frantic mentor as she ran, her hair waving about behind her.

But what would she tell him. Ah, but her judgement had never been wrong before. Isis' sight was valued by her father greatly, so he never failed to believe her. But her greatest fear was not being in his company fast enough. Before the new commers and her eldest brother reached him. She stumbled somewhat, her footwear, a loose, fancy set of sandles making it difficult to run. Fixing the small fitting top, the golden straps of the thin, cream colored material being pushed back up to her shoulders, the thin, somewhat transparent sash wrapped around her shoulders and hanging in the back flittering behind her, she continued to run through the narrow paths between the buildings and stands, the people busy and hurring to the pathways to see the visitors.

"Move! Out of my way!" Her voice, the soft, normally friendly vocals held a sure hint of worry and importance. She skidded to a halt as a mule, carrying a cart up another thin passage halted, the cart unable to fit through. Rah finally caught up, and she frowned looking to him.

"Isis, what is wrong?"

"There going to kill him! In two weeks! We've got to stop this now!" With a frustrated sigh, she quickly began to climb the cart, surprising those who were watching. It would have proven to be a abnormal, very unrespectful sight, the Princess of Egypt climbing over a cart with a mule carrying it. None the less, she had, and as soon as her feet reached the ground, she was off.

"Welcome! Welcome all of you, to Egypt!" Tatakunut called over the roaring, cheering crowds, dancers beginning to dance, music stiking up as he smiled, offering a swift bow of his head to Anthony. The eye contact was not taken unnoticed, and he slyly took a short scythe from the hand of one of the guards, leading them on.

"Follow me, and we will go to meet my father, the Pharo--"

"Wait!" Isis had shoved her way through the crowd, which began to move like water away from her. She hurriedly assended the stairs, Rah following behind her. Her gaze went from Anthrony to Tatakunut as he blinked in surprise, face void of expression, and then smiled.

"Ahh...Isis..what are you doing here?"

"This blade...it's...not sharp. I'll just take it, then.." She placed her delicate, soft fingers around his own, loosening his grasp on the blade and pulling it from his hands slowly. He kept his own dark eyes centered on her's, having the light idea that she knew. Hurriedly she passed it to Rah, who disappeared into the crowd. The entire market bazarre fell quiet. Isis gave a small, somewhat nervous smile, turning away from Tatakunut, and with a bow of her head to Anthony, she hurried off inside of the Palace. She could not possible request a word now, but supervise the breif meeting that was sure to take place. Tatakunut followed after, motioning the Spartans to follow.

 

[Wolk]

Anthony made a small, pleased smile as the lavish welcoming party met them. He was pleased to see it was headed by his secret ally. A brief eye contact. Nothing that could possibly be misinterpreted. If anyone was to see anything more than a friendly greeting into the nod Anthony passed, the would have to be imagining things. He was young, but quite skilled in politics, as any ruler had to be if he planned to stay on his throne for more than a year.

He was about to follow in for the much anticipated meeting with the Pharaoh, when a yell interrupted them. That woman! His smile grew a touch. So, the seeing her again happened sooner rather than later. Anthony couldn't claim to have been disappointed. He took a step closer to her.

"Aphrodites! What a gorgeous creature is gracing this palace with her presence." He couldn't help but admire the beauty, the way Egyptian jewelry sparkled and adorned her. "But why are you in such a hurry, princess?" Anthony knew enough to tell the ranks apart by their gowns. "Has something very terrible happened? Or was it very good? Or could it be that you were so anxious to let us bask in your pleasant company?"

 

[TaintedHeart]

Isis paused in her steps as Tatakunut led them on behind her, the jewelry blending well with her bronze-gold like skin itself. A radient smoothness seemed to be revealed over much of her body, the white flowing skirt she wore also adorned with such jewels. It shifted as she turned her body gracefully, only halfway, giving Anthony a glance over her shoulder quickly, that sheet of black hair following. A flatterer. No doubt, she hadn't met any so skilled in such a thing. It, if anything, only annoyed her none the less. She smirked. He had efforts, but nearly anyone knew how stubborn the Princess was.

"No...nothing too important. I was simply heading off to tell the snake charmers we have a new flock of them assending the palace steps, thank you..." She said with that same smirk before heading off swiftly ahead of her brother and the Spartan party that accompanied him. Tatakunut smiled and shook his head.

"That is my sister, Isis. A desert rose and cobra all in one...her beauty is unmatched, one of a kind if you will." He spoke almost as if she were an object of sorts, low enough for her not to hear as she walked quickly onward into the throne room. Sure enough, Isis would have not taken his words lightly, and it was very common for her to respond viciously toward the words.

"Pharoah." She spoke softly, bowing to him before taking place aside her mother, the queen. Both were ailing, terribly, the queen more so, but they looked perfectly healthy. She rose a hand, the variety of gold bracelets jingling as Tatakunut lead Anthony's party, as well as the entertainers following them inside.

 

[Wolk]

Anthony's eyebrow raised just a touch, but his polite smile stayed up. It appeared this princess did not like him. Why? Who knew. Perhaps she was a traditionalist, perhaps... Well, it was a pity. He could use as much favor around this court as he could muster. But, Anthony knew, this particular figure was lost for him. Her antagonism was so strong that she did not even take the time to get to know him before lashing out.

He shrugged, then listened to Tatakunut's explaination. Perhaps she was merely like this - a simple silly girl. In that case, the loss of her favor ment nothing, for nobody would listen to her anyway. Yet, somehow, Anthony couldn't help but think it was not the case.

He entered the opulent throne room and met the ailing Pharaoh's eyes with a somewhat friendly smile. He did not bow like others, considering himself at least an equal. Awaiting until he was announced properly, Anthony stepped forward. His voice was strong, many and commanding, though charismatic and friendly at the same time.

"I, Anthony IV, the ruler of Sparta, send my heartfelt greetings to the great Pharaoh. I have come personally here, to negotiate a matter of mutual interest with you, Pharaoh. But let it not be said that Spartans do not pay due respect and cannot exercise patience. Great Pharaoh, I invite you to spend the day and admire the gifts that we have brought with us. No item has been traded; each one was made in Sparta, or in one of our colonies especially for you, my Egyptian friend." Anthony turned to the escort that followed him, bearing plenty of heavy chests. "Men." He motioned, and the chests were brought forward, all fifty of them. His men set them down halfway between the two rulers and went back, leaving it up to the Pharaoh or his people to examine what was brought.

Anthony was confident his gifts would impress. Some were treasures - gold, silver and gems mined all over by Spartans. Others were more important - they were examples of Spartan craftsmanship. Paper that did not dry and break like Egyptian papyrus, pottery that withstood minor falls, fine fabrics, minor gadgets. But most importantly - steel goods. Ranging from simple utensils to the most complicated arms and armor capable of comfortably covering the rider and his horse to create a near-invincible Cataphract. It was way too expensive to deploy in full force, but ideal for an important figure to turn into a near-invincible warrior on the battlefield.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Isis's eyes watched with the same icy-ness she showed to many as the party entered. Perhaps it might prove more difficult then not. She remained there, a picture of emotionless beauty as Anthony spoke, his voice surprisingly strong as she watched. Tatakunut seemed almost more than confident that Anthony would impress the Pharoah. Rah returned to stand aside his sister, watching and listening as Anthony spoke, revealing the fifty chests now.

"Seems they've planned this much too well..." Isis said softly to Rah as the chests were opened. Though the inside ofeach held even a great impression on the firey princess as she bit her bottom lip somewhat at the gifts. Yes, odd indeed, but delightfully charming. Perhaps her vision had been wrong? No...she'd yet to this day to get a wrong vision. But what if it was...what would her father say of such a thing. Egypt could use the alliance, but not under such trechery. If her brother planned on murder and betrayal the way to gain a alliance, then she'd do everything in her power to stop it. She watched her father, oblivious to the thoughts of her own or Tatakunut, smiling and spreading his arms in welcoming, despite the younger rule's motion of disrespect by not bowing to the elder pharoah.

"Welcome to Egypt, Anthony of Sparta..." The man's tone was enough to subject a weakness. Tatakunut was prepared to speak, only until Isis took the side of her father, who motioned for her to speak in his place. The girl rivaled his voice with a strong, clear voice of her own, echoing beauty just as her features had, her arms crossing over her chest. It was no surprise that she was allowed to speak so openly, or for the Pharoah rather, he let each of them express this act.

"My Pharoah is delighted to have you within our presense, Anthony of Sparta. By what means do you travel so far from your land on?" She said softly, receiving a nod of approval from her father at her side. She kept her eyes open, her mind clear in wait of any glimps of the future, her gaze set on Anthony. Once more she gave herself a second thought about the Spartan man, taking in the fact once more that he was quite handsome. A strong ruler he sounded like, and by the looks of it, very much so. But once more, Isis would be all the more relucatant to favor him any other way. She did so with any and all. Any sign of interest might just give her father the idea that she wished to be courted off. And at the time, Isis knew she would be needed even more. Tatakunut kept that smile on his features, though his eyes questioned hard about what Isis was doing. None the less, he remained silent.

 

[Wolk]

OOC: Just out of curiosity, what year is all this taking place in? I've been trying to track it down by the king's name, but, turns out, there never was a Spartan king named Anthony. :OOC

IC:

Anthony could not help but smile, this one coming from the heart rather than by the whim of his diplomatic mind, as the Pharaoh stood up and greeted him. Things were going rather well, and his gifts appear to have made an impression.

The Pharaoh was old and frail, however, Anthony couldn't help but note. He knew of that before, of course, but having experienced it first-hand, he grew a little worried. Assuming, of course, that he could secure a proper agreement at all, how long would it last? What happens when the old Pharaoh passes on? Supposedly, Tatakunut would become the heir, but would he honor the agreement, if he came to power without Sparta's help? Anthony supposed so. After all, the man seemed to genuinely agree it was for the best of both states. Still, a touch of lingering uneasiness remained.

"Ah, very perceptive, my beautiful princess." Anthony smiled at her comment. "You school your offspring well, dear Pharaoh, as I have already seen in your son Tatakunut, and now on the lips of this flower." He turned back to Isis. "You know that Sparta is an inland city. However, we have long ago shifted our borders beyond the city walls. Prasiae used to be a small city that barely got by before us. Now, it is a Spartan subject, and a seaport sprawling with activity. We have a very good fleet there, through which we facilitate trade - including with Egypt - and protect it against pesky pirates or foe navies. Those wonderful ships spirited us to your fair shores."

He went silent, having finished with his answers and awaiting for the host side to move the event along. Perhaps to invite the travellers to share a meal if the favor was good, or simply announce that the audience was over and show the envoys to their quarters.

 

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-Yes, I know, I got the names and information from different spots and places, some of them are just names, like Tatakunut and Anthony. notice the Pharoah's name I haven't yet to mention it because I haven't found one that I favor yet. so, basically, this is just scattered everywhere, unless you'd like to set it at a time line ::

::IC::

Isis smiled, none the less, her eyes still centered hard on Anthony, trying to discover just what he hid behind such meaning. The alliance she was sure of, but the terms of it, apparently her father would not be too agreeable on, not if Tatakunut ment to murder him to finalize it. The young woman turned to her father, leaning down for him to give her futher words, pleased obviously at them for a smile grew across her lips.

"Times like such are in need of family gatherings, and sacred notations. The Pharoah gives you two weeks in our lands before he requests that you kindly take leave to Egypt. He requests your presense this evening at a banquet in honor of your arrival and gifts, and talk will later be established in a small meeting..." Of course, she had reason to smile now. They would not, after all, be allowed to remain more than two weeks. None the less, Tatakunut ment for them to stay longer. A smile remained on the older egyptian man's features as he motioned Anthony to follow him. The Pharoah raised a hand, halting them, and speaking yet again.

"Be still, my son. Isis will show our guests to their chambers..." Isis blinked. She passed him a quick glance before sighing softly and walking on, her head held high in regal stance. She was, after all, the Princess of Egypt. The sheet of black hair followed after her as she walked between Anthony and her brother, motioning for he and his group to follow, the guards of the Pharoah beginning to carry off the chests toward the chamber kept for treasures and gifts from other countries.

"Come then, and I will lead you there.." Isis said as she walked, her soft tones kept delicately smooth as she walked through the group of Spartans, who waited for their leader to walk. Moving through the alabaster and marble made palace, the sky outside still bright with mid-day sun, she took a turn through the massive front entrance of the palace, leading them to the left. One by one she showed them chambers, rooms fruitfully filled to suit the guests, decorated and full, the one's facing the city holding balconies and such. Finally she lead Antony back up the hall, taking a turn and leading him into a room, the largest of the guests, ment for rulers and leaders of visiting countries.

"Here is your quarters, should you need anything else, simply ask the servents. Enjoy your stay." She said firmly before turning to leave.

 

[Wolk]

OOC: Nope, don't care for the exact time period in the very least. I was just worried I'd mess something up describing something that didn't yet exist at that time. But since you don't have a particular era in mind, I can't mess it up, eh?

IC:

'Two weeks? Damn this man! What is he thinking setting a deadline for us?' Anthony wondered, though his face held a polite smile. 'What if the negotiation takes longer? Why isn't he bothered about that?!'

Anthony knew exactly why, though he prefered to think perhaps he was mistaken, perhaps there was hope yet. The reason was smiple. The old Pharaoh never intended to negotiate fruitfully with him. He was simply alloting time like he had to given the bountiful gifts Anthony's group brought him. Then, as soon as the time needed for desency has passed, the delegation would be booted out the door. Kindly.

'Damned old man!' He was nearly ready to grind his teeth and only the drilling of a diplomat allowed him to seem friendly and unbothered at that moment.

"Thank you kindly for your hospitality, good Pharaoh." He smiled. "We would be delighted to join the banquet! Now, forgive these weary travellers to retire to our rooms."

He gave a small nod to the Pharaoh - not a bow, no. Just a friendly acknowledging nod. Then, he led the procession out of the throne room, following charming Isis.

'Then again, perhaps it is not so bad. He might be somewhat cautiously antagonistic on the inside, but he had made a point of appearing friendly, though he did not have to. His daughter certainly doesn't seem to see such a need.' He smirked at his own thoughts. 'Wheather he likes it or not, we have two weeks here, and in these two weeks, we will be able to present our case and try to shoar up support among those who have the Pharaoh's ear here. With enough skill and luck, perhaps it will all turn out for the best after all. And if not... Tatakunut can make it work. Kindly!'

His men were shown to their quarters while Anthony was lost in his thoughts, and finally, Isis lead him into his. The room was very nice, especailly for a Spartan, noble as he might be. As Isis turned to leave, Anthony spoke, his leader-fit voice stopping her willfully.

"Princess, why do you hate me so much?" His head was tilted slightly, studying her and his face bearing an informal smile, quite unlike the polite ones he had worn in the throne room.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Isis paused for a moment, wondering weather or not to fully ignore him and continue walking, though rude as it may be, especially to a male in her country. Princess or not, male's were constantly treated with respect, though by the gods and Anubis himself, Isis was so very tempted to keep walking. None the less, she halted a few steps from the door, turning to face him. His friendliness was enough to make her wonder deeply, but none the less, she returned the smile, only halfly in a friendly notion. The other half held mistrust and cautiousness.

"Why do I hate you? Hmm, where shall I start..." Almost with a non-chalant attitude, she started to venture about the room, her arms held at her back, that cream colored sash dropping from her smooth, creamy bronze shoulders to be held elbow length now, that long, straight hair following in suit as she walked, her back turned to him.

"Perhaps for the fact that I do not know you. I do not like those that I do not know..." She stated quite clearly, soft vocals formed in a friendly manner. She circled the room only so, finally turning to face him, standing there for a moment.

"And I'm not sure weather or not to favor the chance to get to know you or not..." She started back in his direction, standing before him for a moment. That smile still lingered on her pretty features, dark eyes watching him with the 'friendly' air of knowing. Just what this was all about. Just what her brother intended on doing. And she was unsure, herself, what to do about it. About what Tatakunut would do, and what would happen to her. Or weather or not she should convince her father to give in to Tatakunut's wishes, pass down the throne and let him agree on an alliance with the Spartans. For now, she needed to keep her self fairly neutral.

"Though don't take it too personally. I hate everyone when I meet them...at first.." She added, starting towards the door once more. None the less, she was met by Tatakunut, who had began to enter the quarters, likely to request simple talk with the spartan ruler. 'Simple indeed...' she hissed inwardly '..The betraying coward will likely be plotting away...'

"Isis..."

"Tatakunut. I was just on my way out." She began to near the door further before he stopped her. She paused, looking up to him.

"No, please stay. I'm sure we'd enjoy your company...if it is alright with our Guest." He said softly, looking to Anthony. Her gaze followed her brother's as well as he held her wrist, rejecting her any chance of leaving. Oh, but she so wished to leave. She didn't want to know anything he wished to do.

 

[Wolk]

'Hmm, is she honest, or is the beautiful princess hiding something?'

One always wondered that in the tricky games of politics. Alas, there was no certain way of knowing. Though, he suspected she did hide something. Everybody hid something, lest they were eaten. Anthony figured that out quite soon upon taking the throne. He was not raised a ruler. No one was in Sparta. The king - or rather kings, for Sparta had two at once - had to earn their places. So, like everyone, he was raised a warrior, then tossed into the fray of politics and expected to survive. And survive he did!

He saw Tatakunut enter and nodded in acknowledgement. Anthony was not going to stop Isis from leaving. He saw she wanted to, and would rather not antagonize the girl by forcing. Tatakunut, however, put the question in such a way that Anthony had no other choice but to agree.

"It would be most rude of me to refuse such pleasant company." He said. "Not to mention silly. Please, princess, stay." The handsome young warrior king put on his most charming of smiles, attempting to soften the blow Tatakunut made him deliver.

 

[TaintedHeart]

With an inward sigh, disguising it as a polite smile on the outside, Tatakunut closed the door. Isis paused. Likely something reguarding the feast tonight that Tatakunut wished to bring up. They passed glances, though nothing but that. Isis had a feeling he wished to do more than converse about the banquet. He wished to speak of what he planned with the alliance of the Spartans, something he had questioned Isis' knowing. None the less, she remained standing as Tatakunut took a seat.

"Please, sit, enjoy this room. It was designed only for the best." Tatakunut said airily, looking from Anthony to Isis. Still, the girl remained standing, her soft vocals holding friendliness. Sometimes such things were called for, pretending, acting, something Isis had learned to do long ago. Tatakunut was frustrated as it was with her, but he kept a friendly, non-chalant air. And Isis was on the edge of accusing him of betrayal, but unless he father was aware of it, Tatakunut would certainly have the accusation challenged. So far, all Isis had was a vision. Unless he did anything to further express such a thing, then he would be more than innocent, and Isis would be on the thin end of the line.

"I came on reguards of tonight's banquet. And other matters..." Absentmindedly Tatakunut ran a finger around a vase, holding rather pretty water lily flowers, rare to find in Egypt, especially in the time of month, but beautiful none the less. Isis watched him still with a light suspecion.

"Do you plan on entertaining tonight, Isis? I'm sure our guests will greatly appreciate it.." Isis was known to dance, but only for very special occasions. Tatakunut saw this, just as the rest of Egypt had, as a special occasion. She sincerely disliked the way he was setting up situations for her. She nodded slightly, raising a hand to sweep back that beautiful sheet of long hair.

"Perhaps I will. Is that all you wished to bring up. Might I leave now?" She asked anxiously, keeping her tone still very much equal to his own airy one. Though she remained to her standing position besides the door. Tatakunut looked up from the vase to meet her gaze.

"Isis. Come. Show our Guest your abilities. Tell us what you shall see if the negotiation of an alliance will by chance be raised at tonight's Banquet." Isis paused, taken off guard. Should she lie? No. She would not lie. She'd kept her mind clear for such a thing for most of the time since the arrival of the Spartans. So she could not cover it up. Pausing with a deep breath, she closed her eyes, accepting the vision given.

"What of the Pharoah. What if he refuses...?"

"Oh, he won't be able to. Blades will make sure of that...He has given them a two week limit, none the less. We have two weeks to try and convince him. If he does not abide, then we will revert to force. Isis will be another problem...but we can think of something.." Tatakunut smiled, speaking with the mentor Isis had been previously sharing the day with.

Isis's deep gaze flickered open, that obvious air of some odd force fading from around them. Tatakunut smiled still, very much as he had in the vision.

"What did you see? Enlighten us with a great future."

"I..I saw...much riches to be gain...Many shores brought nearer. I saw...a...a great raising empire of such combined nations. That is all." Isis turned her head away. Was it so obvious she did not speak of what she saw? Perhaps...perhaps not. It was still very hard to tell. Though so far, she'd altered the future somewhat. Her father's death was not certain now.

 

[Wolk]

An expression of honest surprise and pleasure refelcted on Anthony's face as Tatakunut brought up the subject of Isis' dancing.

"Princess, you dance!" Anthony exclaimed. "By gods, this beautiful flower with a sharp mind also has the gift of grace and music!" He came next to Isis, taking her hand. "The gods have been most generous to you, princess. I will anxiously await the moment when I see you perform for me. You will most certainly be the vision of loveliness itself!"

Anthony released her hand, and not a moment too soon, it appeared by her poorly hidden displeasure, as Tatakunut changed the subject to her seer abilities.

'Why such antagonism?' Anthony questioned himself once again. 'Why does she act as though I am the Minotaur or another likely monster, when I have been most peaceful, and charming, and in fact have come to help them? It could hardly be mere suspicion of strangers - had it been so she would be a very lonely girl. Then what? Do her visions dictate it somehow?' Anthony did not believe in seers, nor oracles, nor anything of the kind. Like all good Spartans', belief of supernatural was the first thing that was burnt out of their young minds. Even his social mentions of Greek golds was something he had picked up later, in his time as a politician whose duties dictated conversing with believers. He did, however, believe that people could have visions, or perhaps craft them carefully, and so, perhaps, she had seen something in her dreams that made her dislike him. Perhaps her small degree of antagonism to him as a stranger brought out something much larger and more vile in her dreams. He did not know, and only hoped he could somehow cure it, somehow make her lean to his side, if not by personal attraction and respect then by pure reason.

So, he listened with interest to her 'revelations', but did not put too much weight onto them. They ment nothing anyway. Two states would be stronger than one, and wealthier than one. That, he could have told her without any godly gifts or visions.

But he could play this game along nicely. His goal was not the visions, it was her vote at the ballot of the Pharaoh's ear.

"Tell me, princess..." Anthony gently hugged his left hand around her small, fragile and beautiful shoulders. "Are there any Assyrians in your vision? Will they cross the Sinai desert? Will their hardy armies attack Egypt with their fine Persian weapons? Will they conquer it like they did Gaza? Do you see their hordes plundering these fine cities? Burning thousands of years of magnificent achievements by your fine ancestors? Destorying this wonderful culture?" His voice finally lowered almost to a whisper, and his finger gently traced along the soft skin of her cheek. "Raping... its beautiful women?"

His mind was triumphant when she broke free of his hold, disgusted, though his face showed little of it. He did not touch her again, just took a few steps towards where she moved away, stopping at a respectful distance. He shook his head.

"Do not hate me for saying this, beautiful princess. It is not I who made the world such as it is. Quite the opposite. I am here to help prevent this from ever happening. I am here to strengthen Egypt and to make it more prosperous. I am here, to help ensure you and your people are safe and happy." He sighed. "Unfortunately, I have a feeling your father might need advice from those who see it. I fear he will reject me the moment he hears my request to take part of Egypt's ancient lands. He is right, in a way, to care for his state's wholeness, but my dear princess..." His expression turned somewhat pleading, but at the same time like that of an instructor who is tired of his pupil not understanding the simplest of things. "My princess, we all know an army cannot exist in vacuum. If our forces are to stay in Egypt permanently to help defend it rather than take back the ruins of its once great cities, they will need a place to stay, land to support them, secure city walls, a city itself. Wouldn't you say it is reasonable?"

 

[TaintedHeart]

Isis stared as he spoke, her eyes now echoing a flaring anger and bewilderment. Protect them? Aid them? What made him think that they were so weak, so vunerable that they needed help. The miles and miles of land their kingdom ran on, their great pyramids and languages, prosperous cities and rulers, and they needed defense? Help? Nothing seemed to anger her any more than this. And what else, but to hear exactally what he and Tatakunut had planned. Giving them a peice of Egypt? A peice of her home, in which the gods themselves ruled over and created, and blessed them with? What would become of them if Anthony fell from power, and a different Spartan took his place. Would they flee in fear, or be cast into the sea by the stronger race? Would their leader's be dethroned, and her people forced to work under them? Oh, she'd meet Anubis face to face the day she let that happen.

"What makes you think that we need the aid of your people? Are we not successful? Have you heard of our country for once under the seige of any terrible army? I understand your logic, and reason, yes, but what you are assuming is beyond what my people are willing to give. An alliance, yes. But my father will never allow such arrangements between us. If anything, I'd rejoyce the sooner he sends you away, back to your own land..." He voice was kept controlled, just barely, anger apparent now over those pretty features. She pulled one of the chain link, golden bracelets quickly from around a slender, delicate wrist, pulling it before tossing it on the table aside the Spartan leader.

"Do you see that chain? Each link represents us. Together we make it whole, we are strong. There are no weak links. Yes, from time to time we grow soft, peaceful times call for no war like needs. But look at it, and carefully. There are no bronze links, or silver, or steel upon that chain! We are one, all of us, one nation together. We have done this all on our own, and that is the way I intend it to be...Good day, Tatakunut. Good day, M'lord." Without another word, the last few words hissed in a fiesty temper, she turned sharply, walking quickly toward the door to exit. Perhaps her anger only made that beauty of he's shine with the true passion of her soul, it depended just on who was viewing it, and how. But she left the room none the less, not hesitating to slam the thin, gold decorated door behind her. Tatakunut frowned thoughtfully.

"Isis...she is...much different from many of our women. She has a spirit different from them all, and has a very low reguard for rules and boundaries...and such things like the gift she possessed is not to be taken lightly. Isis sees things...beyond the normal eye of man. The very reason she is going to presume a further problem..." Tatakunut's voice held a firm sense of ruthlessness. Yes, Isis would prove to be a problem. That minor display of her temper was enough to give him certain impressions. That she knew more than she should. He smiled to Anthony, none the less.

"Though do not take her words to heart. Isis has been known to drop clothes of water atop leader's from different lands, insult emperors and express her undying hatred toward princes of egypt themselves. She is a very...hmm, what is the word. Lively, yes, lively young woman...and I've yet to see anyone last as long as you have. Though do not worry. I will see that this arrangement is made to happen. I'll see you this evening, then?" With another swift smile, quite away that Isis would not rush off to their father oh so quickly to tell such plans, he exited the room. Yes, her beauty matched the snow rose, which grew far up in it's icy invironment. It remained deadly and untouchable to any who longer for it, and yet with a beauty unmatched to any flower among them all.

The day began to dwiddle quickly, the sky turning to dark as preperations were made, and the first gifts in return to the Spartan's being made ready for presentation. Isis had made herself, undoubtfully, in command of such things. She would dance tonight, simple to lighten her own spirit. But she would keep her eyes and mind open and clear for the entire time...

 

[Wolk]

As good as Anthony was skilled at containing his feelings, he couldn't help himself as Isis reacted to his words.

'Damn, damn, silly girl! That is why women should not be rulers! Percisely why!' He thought, his teeth lightly pressed together: not quite clenched, but nether resting normally. Anthony was angry. He was angry at her categorical denial and outburst, he was angry at her gross misunderstanding of reality, and he was angry at himself for not seeing through her before. By gods, he should have counted her as an enemy the moment she uttered those first words, insulting him the very moment she met him.

'Wealthy and united! Yes, you are wealthy. You are also foolish and weak. You have been blessed with riches, and you proceed to squandle them on the silliest of things. These temples, these humongous pyramids - what is the practical purpose of them, besides to satisfy your own misguided beliefs in the afterlife?! What collossal wastefullness! You wouldn't see it in Sparta. No. You would hardly see a single large temple in Sparta. That is why Sparta, having started a mere small city on inhospitable land, is now a great state, while you, having begun with the most rich country, kept living along the same damned river for millenia!'

Ah, how he wanted to explode and say all that! And more. But he didn't. He couldn't, for those words, true as they might be, would offend the hearts of not only his enemies, but also his friends here. Anthony just sighed deeply, as the door slammed shut behind her.

"How much weight do her words have with the Pharaoh?" He asked Tatakunut still gazing at the closed door. His teeth clenched closer. Of course, the Pharaoh put a lot of trust in her - she was his beloved daughter.

He looked back at the bracelet and frowned. 'Lack of good steel, princess, is a bad thing.' He drew his sword and with tremendous force brought the hair-sharp edge of fine weapon steel down onto the golden links. It emitted an ear-shattering clang, and two golden chains that used to make up the bracelet flew out to either side. It probably damaged his sword, but the point was well-made, even though there was nobody to make the point to, save Tatakunut, who understood everything without such demonstrations.

Anthony sighed again. "The final decision will rest with the Pharaoh. I will be holding out faint hope that he will listen to reason and agree to what I ask. If not..." He paused. "Our forces from Hellenia(OOC: i.e. Greece :OOC) will be too late to stop the Assyrians' attack. You will be on your own, and as much as I respect your soldiers, they will not hold out. Tatakunut, if your father refuses, something will have to happen, or your kingdom and my kingdom's food supply will both seriously suffer."

He rubbed his hand over his face in a tired gesture. "Forgive me, my friend. I am a little tired after my trip. Give me some time to myself, if you please, and I will see you at the banquet tonight."

He smiled, and escorted Tatakunut out the door. Diplomacy was tiring and tricky business, and Anthony much preffered the battlefield to palace intrigues. He was, after all, the warrior king, while the political king remained back home in Sparta. Quite a nice governing arrangement his country had, and a unique one at that.

He found a room that held a bath tub filled with warm water and lowered his naked body into it, closing his eyes delighted as the water took away this country's awful heat and all the road dust he had gathered.