The Egyptian Warrior (open)

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“What have you done to yourself now?!”

The man with skin as dark as the sun above looked at his sister. There was a cut on the top of his head staining his shaved head with the color of dark dried blood. The clothes he was wearing a simple piece of chest armor that left his bronze abs exposed was cracked in several places. His simple brown pants were ripped and he was barefoot and covered in dirt. Even so his eyes a startling green color regarded his sister with warmth and humor.

“The arena was particularly rough today” He said struggling to rise to his feet as his sister moved to help him “I won but to many close calls for my liking”

“This is insane Isantope!” His sister hissed as he helped him into her hut “You were once-“

“A lot of things” Isantope snapped his eyes flickering to the windows “Do not say more sister. Not unless you wish to get me killed!”

She sighed and nodded helping him over to the wooden chair in the center of the room. He sighed and leaned back stretching his back until it cracked. He rolled his powerful shoulders in a circle sighing as relief flooded through them. He heard a small noise outside and he froze his hands dropping to the curved knife hidden on his leg. After a few minutes he relaxed shifting in his seat as his sister reappeared with medical supplies.

“I cannot keep patching you up” His sister warned placing a bowl of water on the table.

“I know that” He said softly as she dipped a rag into the cool water “It’s not like there are many other options for a man like me”

His sister sighed her eyes softening at his words.

“I know that” She admitted pressing the damp rag against the cut on his head and soaking up the blood. He sighed at the cool relief and closed his eyes to enjoy it properly.

“It’s just….” She said pausing before leaning in “You were once a Medjay! Surely someone has need of a warrior of your prowess”

“They would if it were not for our pharaoh banishing us all” Isantope murmured as his sister cleaned the dried blood from his head “Remember if I am found in Egypt they will kill me”

“They would have to get through me first” His sister murmured shaking her head as she continued to clean the dried blood “Why don’t you just settle down become a farmer like father”

“Do I seem a man who would run a farm sister?” He asked snorting “That is not me. I am a fighter without a home to fight for. These pits are the only option for a man like me”

“You will die!” His sister called throwing the rag into the bowl hard enough for water to splash out “I will not stand by and watch it!”

“Isadora” He called watching as she stomped away and left the room. He sighed and decided not to go after her instead cleaning his wounds and using the healing ointment she brought to clean his wounds. Once they were clean he flipped his beaked hood up pausing to leave some coin on her table before stepping outside and into the night.

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THE NEXT DAY

"You're back!"

Isan laughed at the greeks exuberance before reaching down and grasping his forearm in greeting.

"Of course I am" He said chuckling softly pulling his beaked hood back to reveal his patched up face "I told you I would be back after tending to my wounds"

The greek rose from his position at the table and reached out to clap his back.

"Good good" He said his larger belly shaking with excitement "There is just one thing.... some men were looking for you. They wouldn't say who they were working for but seemed serious."

"I see" Isantope said frowning slightly "Are they still here?"

 

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Ahmes, one of the most trusted royal advisors, once more made his way down the narrow corridor in search of the arena fighter that he had come to speak to that day. His robes moved about him slightly as he walked, they were simple enough but their fine quality put him out of place among most of the others that had come to watch the battles in the pit that day. Two other men, palace guards that had come with him for his protection but dressed in civilian clothing, followed behind him. For the sake of her royal highness Queen Satiah, true Pharaoh of Egypt, it was important that no one discover the true nature of his visit that day. As if on que, he came upon the two men just as they were finishing their conversation.

"Ah good, you must be Isantope. You've finally arrived then," he said with a nod, "I have a very urgent matter that I must speak with you about."

His eyes shifted over to the Greek.

"Privately," he added.

 

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"You need to talk to me privately eh?" Tope said glancing back over at the Greek. The man simply shrugged not committing to whether he should go or not.

Tope looked back at the advisor and finally nodded his head. The brown skinned nubian god of a man slid out of the bench and walked motioned for the man to lead the way. Once he did Isantope walked with him stepping in behind him as they moved into the tunnel leading into the arena.

"You know you're lucky I am no fan of the Pharaoh" Isantope said shaking his head "I could have you turned in for being the agent of the exiled Queen"

Noting the mans look of shock Isantope held up a large hand.

"I am a ex Medjay" He reminded the man "I know your kind. Tell me what does the exiled Queen want of me?"

 

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Ahmes nervously glanced up and down the length of the tunnel to make sure that they were truly alone before he finally spoke.

"It is because you are an ex Medjay that I have come to speak with you today," he replied in a hushed tone.

"As her majesty's most trusted adviser I have come on her behalf to find you and seek out your services...to reinstate you as a Medjay."

His eyes narrowed on the young man.

"It is good that you say you are not a fan of the Pharaoh," he stated with a nod, "Queen Satiah is the one that the previous Pharaoh decreed would be his successor once he died, not her younger brother who currently sits on the throne. She is our true Pharaoh and it is with her that your loyalty should lie."

"She calls upon you now to remember the sacred vows that you took as a Medjay and to come to her aid."

 

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Isantope listened to the mans plea. His dark eyes gave nothing away as the man spoke and when he was finally down Isantope simply rose his hand.

"I am no Medjay any more page" Isantope said even though his tone seem unconvinced "Talking about such thing is treason. Especially in such a public setting!"

He gave the man a long look before turning on his heel. He moved to the doors leading out of the collesium and at the last minute turned to the page.

"Lead me to her and we shall speak" Isantope said simply before disapearing out of the door.

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The Next Night

He stood on the straw covered roof and watched the page move below. His beaked hood was up and his weapons back at his home in order not to arise suspicion. Discretion was of the up most importance as any one seen with the Queen was liable to be killed.

Ever since he was told of her interest in him his mind was in turmoil. The idea of working with a Pharaoh again was intoxicating a thought. So was the idea of bringing honor and glory back to the faded old badge he still wore on his left shoulder.

Yet rebelling against the Pharaoh was dangerous. Not that Isantope didn't have his own desires to uproot the false Pharaoh. The Romans he was allowing to flood into the country were a brash oppressive lot. They were taking over Egypt trying to make it their own and damn any one who got in the way.

In truth it was his sister that gave him pause. If they ever found out about him they would surely leverage her against him. He couldn't allow that to happen! Not when she and his niece were all he had left.

He noticed the page leaving the town and quickly followed after him. Isantope shadowed the page staying out of his field of vision and making sure no one was following the young man.

When he finally seemed to reach his destination Isantope quickly cleared the area. Once he was sure there wasn't a ambush he appeared as if by magic out of the tree line.

"Tell the Queen I am ready to see her" Isantope said causing hte poor page to jump in fright.

 

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After he had recovered from the shock of Isantope's sudden appearance the page quickly nodded in reply.

"Of course. She will be pleased to hear of your arrival. Please, follow me," he replied and began moving towards the cluster of tents that he'd been making his way to before.

He moved towards a large and opulent looking tent, this one guarded by two large men with shields and spears at the entryway. The sounds of music playing and people talking could be heard coming from within. The guards eyed Isantope suspiciously but allowed him to pass at the page's assurances that he'd been personally summoned by the Queen.

The inside of the tent was even more impressive. The dirt floor had been completely covered with large carpets and rugs in ornate patterns, and colorful glass lanterns hung from the supports illuminating the inside with their sparkling glow. In one part of the tent a lounge area had been created with large cushions for people to relax and sit upon and a long, low table for food and drink.

It was here that they found the Queen, sitting upon the cushions with a couple of her handmaidens while a harpist played nearby. The two handmaidens talked quietly with one another, but the Queen's focus was on the harpist's fingers as the woman played, her expression troubled. Even in exile and without her usual adornments she was still a sight to behold, her long dark waves were pulled back from her face in a simple style and shimmered in the lamp light as they cascaded to the middle of her back. The clean white material of her robes wrapped around her curves beguilingly and stood out in contrast to the soft, tanned flesh of her skin. She looked up as they entered the room revealing sharp and expressive golden-brown eyes.

"Leave us," Satiah commanded the women, who quickly did as their Queen commanded and exited the tent as she rose from her seat upon the cushions, examining Isantope with her gaze.

"This is him then?" she asked her page.

"Yes your Majesty," he replied with a nod.

"Thank you Ahmes. You may leave as well. I wish to speak with him alone."

"Yes my Queen," the page replied with a bow before exiting.

Her eyes watched as he left. Once the flap of the tent had closed behind him she turned her gaze back to Isantope examining him again, though his hood obscured her view of his face.

"You should not hide your face in the presence of your Queen, Medjay," she instructed him.

"You had me worried...the hour was growing so late that I was beginning to think that you would not come."

 

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He was ushered into the informal meeting chamber without a single word. The gravity and weight of the meeting hit him as he realized that no one would give his tittle or even say his name. Was the Queen brother that connected?

"I thought the dead of night was the best setting for secret treason meetings with rebel queens" Tope replied his eyes flicking with desire as he watched the woman move. This wasn't his first time being around the Queen of course but he found there was just as much to look at now as there had been when he was a fresh faced teenager following his father. Back then he was nothing more than an apprentice and he doubted she would have spared him a second look or even remembered him.

"I also had to make sure your man wasn't being followed" He remarked folding his arms and watching her. After a few seconds he reached up grasping the beaked hood and pulling it back to reveal his face.

"It's good to see you again my Queen" He said "Though I am not sure what I can do to help you. You're brother abolished the Medjay killed the rest of us. I have my own reasons for revenge but I have no armies or money to give you to help you overthrow your brother"

 

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"It is good to see you again as well, Isantope," Satiah replied with a bit of a nod.

The queen had always been sharp and observant even in her younger years, and despite Isantope's own thoughts she would have been hard pressed to forget the young man with the striking green eyes that had been the apprentice of her father's most trusted Medjay, and then whom had served her as well for the brief time that she was Pharaoh before her brother betrayed her. Such eyes she had never seen before nor since. She recognized him at once.

She shook her head.

"No, armies and money I had before and yet it did not stop my dear brother from working together with those Roman jackals to steal my throne from me," she told him, as she began to pace about the tent in her anger, "But we must do something! I have heard of what my brother did to the Medjay, and I have heard that is not all he has done. Egypt will fall to ruin under his rule! There must be SOME way that you can help me get back my throne."

She stopped her pacing and turned to look at him, her own eyes twinkling in the lamplight as they pleaded with him.

"As I recall the Medjay have other...less obvious talents that may be of help to me now," she told him softly, wanting to make sure that her voice did not carry beyond the tent, "Please Isantope...you are my last hope."

 

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Tope was surprised the queen remembered him. Their time together was short and cut off by her brothers taking of the throne of egypt. He was set to be her protector and body guard before her brother killed his order.

He wondered if she knew that.

"It's a pleasure to see you once more as well" He said moving in and crossing his arms behind his back. He watched her as she moved admiring her beauty for a few seconds before casting his eyes down as befitting his status. He listened as she spoke taking in her words and their meaning.

"Your brother did you a high betrayal" Isantope admitted softly "And yes he did destroy my order as well. However I am not sure what you want me-"

He paused hearing her mentioning his other talents. He chuckled aware of what she was referring to...

The art of assassination.

"You do bring about a fair point" He said sighing and looking up at her "These services you are talking about.... I could perform them in your services. If you give me a target then I will go after them. My sister and niece must be kept safe however and I must be compensated for it"

 

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Satiah released a small sigh of relief and smiled slightly as Isantope agreed to help her using his skills of assassination.

"Of course," she replied with a nod, "No one here is aware of your identity other than myself and the page that summoned you, but if you are still worried for your family's safety I could send a guard to look after them, or I could have quarters prepared for them here at my camp. Whichever you prefer."

"I have some gold and silver available to me now with which I could compensate you reasonably enough for the time being," she agreed, "Though of course once I regain my title as Pharaoh and have access to my full treasury again I would be able to pay you your usual full salary as a Medjay."

"As for a target..."

Her eyes narrowed, angry fire flashing within their depths.

"I know just the man," she told him with certainty, "Balaam, my once most trusted vizier."