Fear the Gods
Aug 31, 2016 10:08:23 GMT -6
Post by Janobii on Aug 31, 2016 10:08:23 GMT -6
Agrona twirled her flail between her fingers as she approached her destination with light feet. It was almost unthinkable that something like this would happen, but she had felt it, and Agrona was certain of it. A Mage had appeared, and they were not of this universe. How she had been the only one to detect it, Agrona was unsure. The breach had been otherworldly, not caused by anyone in this universe. Agrona knew little of the territory that the mages that mastered time and space dealt with, but she knew the fabric and threads that ran it were fragile. It was very possible a thread had been ripped before being mended, but not before someone slipped through the crack. Agrona knew not who had come through the rift, but she had decided that if they showed any sign of being a threat, she would eliminate them without consulting the others. No need to involve them in something that could cause a war between the mages.
Agrona heard the cracks of whips echoing across the nearby fields. The land she was currently traveling through reminded her very much of Ancient Egypt on Earth. She had to wonder if this was the main influence for the progression of this planet. Either way, Agrona’s Osiris based form was her best bet to blend here. Her destination was the castle at the end of the path she currently walked down. That is where the foreign presence emanated from, and where Agrona would decide the intruder’s fate once and for all.
As Agrona walked, she spotted a woman kneeling by a stream, a basket in her arms. She was harvesting wheat, but she was obviously pregnant and had a difficult time accomplishing the task. Agrona was going to move on when she felt the presence of death becoming life, and her head snapped back to the woman. The woman fell to the ground, the wheat in her basket spilling everywhere as she let out a sharp cry. Two of the nearby soldiers noticed as well and began to move towards the woman. At first, Agrona assumed they would aid in the birth of the woman’s child, until Agrona saw them raise their whips in the air. Rage shot through Agrona’s veins like adrenaline. Without second thought, Agrona shot forward and grabbed the whips before they could strike the woman, sending Death Volts through the weapons and into the bodies of the men. The two collapsed, dead on the spot. Agrona turned back to find the woman in labor being taken away by some fellow female slaves. They all watched Agrona cautiously, unsure of the Death Mage’s motives.
One woman whispered in an asking tone. Agrona nodded silently before turning away and continuing towards the palace, not wishing to frighten the women any longer. However, Agrona did not make it more than a few feet before the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. Agrona jumped back as a large man landed in front of her. Agrona raised her flail and narrowed her eyes. There was no doubt about it, this was the man she had been searching for. This was the lost mage.
The man was tall, almost seven feet tall. He had thick black hair that came down in a messy fashion to his shoulders. His eyes were two different colors, one a shimmering silver and the other a gleaming gold. Black ink sculpted out his eyes, curves placed gently underneath each. On his left arm, the man wore a band, lined in gold but dyed indigo, a variety of gems dotting it. A larger scale of this arm band hung around the lost mage’s neck. Hanging from his waist was a white shendyt, a gold and silver trim circling it. On his chest, the hieroglyphics for the sun and the moon were tattooed in silver and gold. Just barely visible, on the right side of his abdomen, there was a large scar that gave Agrona chills. He was unarmed at the moment, but his mere presence emanated power. Agrona would be a fool to not take him seriously.
Agrona tilted her head slightly. The man spoke in what was undoubtedly Arabic. One would assume as old as Agrona was, she would be fluent in the language, which she was. But the accent this man bore was unlike anything she had ever witnessed before. His words came out in an almost garbled fashion, too disconnected for Agrona to discern. She shook her head to indicate she did not understand. Sadly, that is not how the lost mage took this. Instead, the man raised his hands in the air and a staff formed between his hands. The staff was gold with a silver crescent moon at the end. In the center of the moon stood a sun with a small hawk flying inside. Agrona raised her crook and flail, holding them in a defensive position.
“I mean you no harm,” Agrona said, “but only if you prove that you mean us no harm as well.” The man stared at Agrona for a second then looked behind the Death Mage to the women behind her, currently helping deliver the child. His eyes returned to Agrona and he spoke again, this time in somewhat understandable English.
“You protected them. Mage of Death, yes? You may be able to aid me then.” Agrona started to ask the lost mage exactly what he meant by this when a voice boomed across the fields.
Agrona’s attention shifted to locate the source of the voice, but was quickly returned to the lost mage when he let out a cry in pain. The scar on his abdomen glowed an eerie purple and the man raised his staff slowly.
“I am sorry,” the lost mage said before he charged at Agrona. Agrona blocked his attack with her crook and flail. She pushed him back and took off into the fields, trying to move the battle away from the women. The man pursued Agrona, moving much quicker than she. Agrona looked over her shoulder just in time to see him leap into the air to attack her. Agrona quickly turned down a tunnel in the wheat fields, and, in doing so, spotted a man wearing a Khepresh. The ruler, and the one controlling this lost mage. Agrona now had a goal in mind. Rather than destroy the lost mage, she would eliminate the pharaoh of this land, then judge the mage.
Agrona dove into the wheat crop, moving towards the pharaoh. But right as she was about to reach him, the ruler raised a black dagger into the air. It let off a chilling aura that made Agrona falter for just a second. That second as all he needed. The guards were upon Agrona in seconds, whips wrapping around Agrona’s arms and legs. Agrona tried to shoot her Death Volts through the whips, but instead a bone chilling shock was sent through her. Agrona recognized the feeling instantly, it was blocker aura. Agrona collapsed to her knees as the pharaoh laughed.
“I see you recognize this feeling,” the pharaoh said in Agrona’s tongue. “You know what this is don’t you?” Agrona lifted her head a little, baring her teeth at the ruler.
“Blocker blood,” she spat with disgust. “How did someone as lowly as you harness such power?” The pharaoh cackled and spun the knife between his fingers.
“You sound just like Anubis back in the old days, before he became obedient.” Anubis, so that was the lost mage’s name. Intriguing. “But just like he, you seem to underestimate the powers of those below you. Let's change that.” Within a second, the man was in front of Agrona, his black knife plunged into the right side of her chest. Agrona’s breath left her all at once as the sensation of freezing water shot through her veins. Was this what all her victims felt when she came to guide their souls to the underworld? “How does it feel?” the man whispered in Agrona’s ear as her vision began to grow fuzzy at the edges. “You will not die, but soon you will be servant too. I can’t wait for that moment.” Agrona felt her breathing becoming labored as the darkness closed in quickly.
“No!” Agrona tilted her head slightly towards the shout, just in time to see Anubis hit the pharaoh over the head with his staff. The ruler was knocked aside and the guards released Agrona to help him. In the distraction, Anubis ripped the knife from Agrona’s side and tossed it aside. “This is my fault. I started this, I must finish it.” Agrona’s eyes were distant, trying to focus, but Anubis could see that by interrupting the submission process, he may have caused some damage to the poor mage of death. He would have to get her away from her as soon as possible.
“Foolish, mage!” Anubis raised his eyes towards the voice of the pharaoh. “I own you! You will obey me!” The man began to scramble for the discarded knife, but Anubis was not going to allow that. Spinning his staff in the air, Anubis struck the ground. A loud buzzing began to fill the air as Anubis’s eyes glowed. The soldiers and ruler watched in horror as a flock of locusts, the largest anyone had ever seen, swarmed forward. The group was soon enveloped, the knife along with them, and when the flock dispersed, nothing remained. Anubis sighed, looking back at the Death Mage. He walked over and knelt down to her.
“Take us to your domain, I will help heal you there.” Agrona stared at Anubis for a moment, barely on the brink of consciousness, before reaching out and touching his hand. In an instant, they were in Agrona’s bedroom in the underworld.
For many days Agrona remained unconscious, Anubis and Solomon doing their best to tend to her. For the most part it was an easy job, except for Vidal. After a day of her presence missing, the Life Mage came looking for her. Not wishing to announce that he was here, Anubis always hid when Vidal was around, taking the form of a hawk and staying as far away from Agrona’s house as possible. Solomon managed to convince Vidal that Agrona was fine, but from there on Vidal would come to check on Agrona, making the job of tending to her much harder since Anubis could not aid if Vidal was around. After almost a week, Agrona finally awoke, feeling as if nothing had happened. The only indication of the battle were her new hawk companion and a large scar on the right side of her chest.
Despite the issue being settled for the mages, neither Agrona nor Anubis could shake the feeling that they had completely escaped the knife’s wrath. Little did they know that, while the knife was no longer possessed by a mortal with ill intentions, not long after a mage of tort joined the collection in the underworld, the culprit found the dagger from another universe. And as he felt the aura that the blade emanated, he knew the next time he encountered his enemies, they would not be able to resist his power any longer.
Agrona heard the cracks of whips echoing across the nearby fields. The land she was currently traveling through reminded her very much of Ancient Egypt on Earth. She had to wonder if this was the main influence for the progression of this planet. Either way, Agrona’s Osiris based form was her best bet to blend here. Her destination was the castle at the end of the path she currently walked down. That is where the foreign presence emanated from, and where Agrona would decide the intruder’s fate once and for all.
As Agrona walked, she spotted a woman kneeling by a stream, a basket in her arms. She was harvesting wheat, but she was obviously pregnant and had a difficult time accomplishing the task. Agrona was going to move on when she felt the presence of death becoming life, and her head snapped back to the woman. The woman fell to the ground, the wheat in her basket spilling everywhere as she let out a sharp cry. Two of the nearby soldiers noticed as well and began to move towards the woman. At first, Agrona assumed they would aid in the birth of the woman’s child, until Agrona saw them raise their whips in the air. Rage shot through Agrona’s veins like adrenaline. Without second thought, Agrona shot forward and grabbed the whips before they could strike the woman, sending Death Volts through the weapons and into the bodies of the men. The two collapsed, dead on the spot. Agrona turned back to find the woman in labor being taken away by some fellow female slaves. They all watched Agrona cautiously, unsure of the Death Mage’s motives.
"الموت"
One woman whispered in an asking tone. Agrona nodded silently before turning away and continuing towards the palace, not wishing to frighten the women any longer. However, Agrona did not make it more than a few feet before the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. Agrona jumped back as a large man landed in front of her. Agrona raised her flail and narrowed her eyes. There was no doubt about it, this was the man she had been searching for. This was the lost mage.
The man was tall, almost seven feet tall. He had thick black hair that came down in a messy fashion to his shoulders. His eyes were two different colors, one a shimmering silver and the other a gleaming gold. Black ink sculpted out his eyes, curves placed gently underneath each. On his left arm, the man wore a band, lined in gold but dyed indigo, a variety of gems dotting it. A larger scale of this arm band hung around the lost mage’s neck. Hanging from his waist was a white shendyt, a gold and silver trim circling it. On his chest, the hieroglyphics for the sun and the moon were tattooed in silver and gold. Just barely visible, on the right side of his abdomen, there was a large scar that gave Agrona chills. He was unarmed at the moment, but his mere presence emanated power. Agrona would be a fool to not take him seriously.
"ما بك الغرض، آثم؟"
Agrona tilted her head slightly. The man spoke in what was undoubtedly Arabic. One would assume as old as Agrona was, she would be fluent in the language, which she was. But the accent this man bore was unlike anything she had ever witnessed before. His words came out in an almost garbled fashion, too disconnected for Agrona to discern. She shook her head to indicate she did not understand. Sadly, that is not how the lost mage took this. Instead, the man raised his hands in the air and a staff formed between his hands. The staff was gold with a silver crescent moon at the end. In the center of the moon stood a sun with a small hawk flying inside. Agrona raised her crook and flail, holding them in a defensive position.
“I mean you no harm,” Agrona said, “but only if you prove that you mean us no harm as well.” The man stared at Agrona for a second then looked behind the Death Mage to the women behind her, currently helping deliver the child. His eyes returned to Agrona and he spoke again, this time in somewhat understandable English.
“You protected them. Mage of Death, yes? You may be able to aid me then.” Agrona started to ask the lost mage exactly what he meant by this when a voice boomed across the fields.
"أنوبيس! لماذا أوقفتم؟ تدمير لها!"
Agrona’s attention shifted to locate the source of the voice, but was quickly returned to the lost mage when he let out a cry in pain. The scar on his abdomen glowed an eerie purple and the man raised his staff slowly.
“I am sorry,” the lost mage said before he charged at Agrona. Agrona blocked his attack with her crook and flail. She pushed him back and took off into the fields, trying to move the battle away from the women. The man pursued Agrona, moving much quicker than she. Agrona looked over her shoulder just in time to see him leap into the air to attack her. Agrona quickly turned down a tunnel in the wheat fields, and, in doing so, spotted a man wearing a Khepresh. The ruler, and the one controlling this lost mage. Agrona now had a goal in mind. Rather than destroy the lost mage, she would eliminate the pharaoh of this land, then judge the mage.
Agrona dove into the wheat crop, moving towards the pharaoh. But right as she was about to reach him, the ruler raised a black dagger into the air. It let off a chilling aura that made Agrona falter for just a second. That second as all he needed. The guards were upon Agrona in seconds, whips wrapping around Agrona’s arms and legs. Agrona tried to shoot her Death Volts through the whips, but instead a bone chilling shock was sent through her. Agrona recognized the feeling instantly, it was blocker aura. Agrona collapsed to her knees as the pharaoh laughed.
“I see you recognize this feeling,” the pharaoh said in Agrona’s tongue. “You know what this is don’t you?” Agrona lifted her head a little, baring her teeth at the ruler.
“Blocker blood,” she spat with disgust. “How did someone as lowly as you harness such power?” The pharaoh cackled and spun the knife between his fingers.
“You sound just like Anubis back in the old days, before he became obedient.” Anubis, so that was the lost mage’s name. Intriguing. “But just like he, you seem to underestimate the powers of those below you. Let's change that.” Within a second, the man was in front of Agrona, his black knife plunged into the right side of her chest. Agrona’s breath left her all at once as the sensation of freezing water shot through her veins. Was this what all her victims felt when she came to guide their souls to the underworld? “How does it feel?” the man whispered in Agrona’s ear as her vision began to grow fuzzy at the edges. “You will not die, but soon you will be servant too. I can’t wait for that moment.” Agrona felt her breathing becoming labored as the darkness closed in quickly.
“No!” Agrona tilted her head slightly towards the shout, just in time to see Anubis hit the pharaoh over the head with his staff. The ruler was knocked aside and the guards released Agrona to help him. In the distraction, Anubis ripped the knife from Agrona’s side and tossed it aside. “This is my fault. I started this, I must finish it.” Agrona’s eyes were distant, trying to focus, but Anubis could see that by interrupting the submission process, he may have caused some damage to the poor mage of death. He would have to get her away from her as soon as possible.
“Foolish, mage!” Anubis raised his eyes towards the voice of the pharaoh. “I own you! You will obey me!” The man began to scramble for the discarded knife, but Anubis was not going to allow that. Spinning his staff in the air, Anubis struck the ground. A loud buzzing began to fill the air as Anubis’s eyes glowed. The soldiers and ruler watched in horror as a flock of locusts, the largest anyone had ever seen, swarmed forward. The group was soon enveloped, the knife along with them, and when the flock dispersed, nothing remained. Anubis sighed, looking back at the Death Mage. He walked over and knelt down to her.
“Take us to your domain, I will help heal you there.” Agrona stared at Anubis for a moment, barely on the brink of consciousness, before reaching out and touching his hand. In an instant, they were in Agrona’s bedroom in the underworld.
For many days Agrona remained unconscious, Anubis and Solomon doing their best to tend to her. For the most part it was an easy job, except for Vidal. After a day of her presence missing, the Life Mage came looking for her. Not wishing to announce that he was here, Anubis always hid when Vidal was around, taking the form of a hawk and staying as far away from Agrona’s house as possible. Solomon managed to convince Vidal that Agrona was fine, but from there on Vidal would come to check on Agrona, making the job of tending to her much harder since Anubis could not aid if Vidal was around. After almost a week, Agrona finally awoke, feeling as if nothing had happened. The only indication of the battle were her new hawk companion and a large scar on the right side of her chest.
Despite the issue being settled for the mages, neither Agrona nor Anubis could shake the feeling that they had completely escaped the knife’s wrath. Little did they know that, while the knife was no longer possessed by a mortal with ill intentions, not long after a mage of tort joined the collection in the underworld, the culprit found the dagger from another universe. And as he felt the aura that the blade emanated, he knew the next time he encountered his enemies, they would not be able to resist his power any longer.