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Pharaoh’s messengers have been running from battlefield to palace and back again with updates on the war. The nobles and people of Egypt alike have been summoned to the Southern Wastan so that Her Radiance, Queen Hatshepsut, can address them. For her comfort, a dais has been erected to raise her above the people so that she may be seen by all, beneath a shaded temporary pavilion. It is hot and the air is dust laden but this is the only real news people have had thus far. Are sons or brothers or fathers still alive? What of their Pharaoh? What of the Greek enemy? Is Egypt as unbeatable as has been supposed?
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Below are the characters that our staff team believe would be able to be an awesome part of this Event! @neithotep @skylla @onuphrious @nenet @nefertaari @chione Mandisa H'Isazari @iaheru @amenemhat @issa @callidora Hatshepsut H'Naddar @mayet Akhenaten H'Sheifa @khufu @ketzi @zoser @aelius @calliope @azarion @feiyan @zein @raziya
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Pharaoh’s messengers have been running from battlefield to palace and back again with updates on the war. The nobles and people of Egypt alike have been summoned to the Southern Wastan so that Her Radiance, Queen Hatshepsut, can address them. For her comfort, a dais has been erected to raise her above the people so that she may be seen by all, beneath a shaded temporary pavilion. It is hot and the air is dust laden but this is the only real news people have had thus far. Are sons or brothers or fathers still alive? What of their Pharaoh? What of the Greek enemy? Is Egypt as unbeatable as has been supposed?
Suggested Players
Below are the characters that our staff team believe would be able to be an awesome part of this Event! @neithotep @skylla @onuphrious @nenet @nefertaari @chione Mandisa H'Isazari @iaheru @amenemhat @issa @callidora Hatshepsut H'Naddar @mayet Akhenaten H'Sheifa @khufu @ketzi @zoser @aelius @calliope @azarion @feiyan @zein @raziya
What Of War Event - Egypt
Pharaoh’s messengers have been running from battlefield to palace and back again with updates on the war. The nobles and people of Egypt alike have been summoned to the Southern Wastan so that Her Radiance, Queen Hatshepsut, can address them. For her comfort, a dais has been erected to raise her above the people so that she may be seen by all, beneath a shaded temporary pavilion. It is hot and the air is dust laden but this is the only real news people have had thus far. Are sons or brothers or fathers still alive? What of their Pharaoh? What of the Greek enemy? Is Egypt as unbeatable as has been supposed?
Suggested Players
Below are the characters that our staff team believe would be able to be an awesome part of this Event! @neithotep @skylla @onuphrious @nenet @nefertaari @chione Mandisa H'Isazari @iaheru @amenemhat @issa @callidora Hatshepsut H'Naddar @mayet Akhenaten H'Sheifa @khufu @ketzi @zoser @aelius @calliope @azarion @feiyan @zein @raziya
Hena had no real stake in the war, other than what might happen to Egypt if they did lose. He knew no one who fought, and his title and importance had saved him from being brought in against his will, so there was no real risk to his own life. It was rather lucky for him, as he was not a fighting man. His chosen battles were done with the help of slaves and guards, his violent actions were done against those who could not defend themselves. He would not stand a chance against most in a fight, and he did not pretend otherwise. He didn’t need to. He was a Sheifa, he held the power to not have to fight his own battles.
But, they were summoned, and as he was the heir to the House, he needed to be there to represent. And hopefully show his father that he was more than competent. Just because he didn’t do things the same old ways that Onu did, didn’t mean he was wrong. His father needed to see that there were better ways to do things, ways that would propel the family even further into society and bolster their wealth even more than it was now.
His father was old, and out of touch, and stuck in his ways. He needed to step aside for Hena and realize that his son was strong and capable.
And if that meant that Hena needed to play nice and attend dumb things like this, and pretend he was interested in the fate of the Pharaoh and the fighting men, then he supposed that he would have to do exactly that.
And so he dressed nicely, his hair carefully combed and pinned back against the heat, and he put on a bit of jewellery, but it was very toned down compared to what he usually had. He made sure it showed that he was noble, but wasn’t overdone. It felt odd for him to not be covered in gold and glimmering jewels, but he was doing his best to seem respectful. He couldn’t outdo the Queen after all. He was just there to smile and nod and pretend he cared to be loyal to her.
And so, as the crowds started to gather, he found his way to the slightly shaded area that the nobility and upper classes had begun to gather together, snapping for a slave to bring him some wine to quench his thirst in the hot sun.
He didn’t spot his family, nor any of his other family members just yet. He was sure that they would attend though, or at least his father and mother were likely to. They were the heads of the House at the moment after all, they had to be at all of the important events such as this. Or, at least his father did. He was sure his mother could get away without showing up.
That day at least, he would do his best to play nice with his parents.
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Hena had no real stake in the war, other than what might happen to Egypt if they did lose. He knew no one who fought, and his title and importance had saved him from being brought in against his will, so there was no real risk to his own life. It was rather lucky for him, as he was not a fighting man. His chosen battles were done with the help of slaves and guards, his violent actions were done against those who could not defend themselves. He would not stand a chance against most in a fight, and he did not pretend otherwise. He didn’t need to. He was a Sheifa, he held the power to not have to fight his own battles.
But, they were summoned, and as he was the heir to the House, he needed to be there to represent. And hopefully show his father that he was more than competent. Just because he didn’t do things the same old ways that Onu did, didn’t mean he was wrong. His father needed to see that there were better ways to do things, ways that would propel the family even further into society and bolster their wealth even more than it was now.
His father was old, and out of touch, and stuck in his ways. He needed to step aside for Hena and realize that his son was strong and capable.
And if that meant that Hena needed to play nice and attend dumb things like this, and pretend he was interested in the fate of the Pharaoh and the fighting men, then he supposed that he would have to do exactly that.
And so he dressed nicely, his hair carefully combed and pinned back against the heat, and he put on a bit of jewellery, but it was very toned down compared to what he usually had. He made sure it showed that he was noble, but wasn’t overdone. It felt odd for him to not be covered in gold and glimmering jewels, but he was doing his best to seem respectful. He couldn’t outdo the Queen after all. He was just there to smile and nod and pretend he cared to be loyal to her.
And so, as the crowds started to gather, he found his way to the slightly shaded area that the nobility and upper classes had begun to gather together, snapping for a slave to bring him some wine to quench his thirst in the hot sun.
He didn’t spot his family, nor any of his other family members just yet. He was sure that they would attend though, or at least his father and mother were likely to. They were the heads of the House at the moment after all, they had to be at all of the important events such as this. Or, at least his father did. He was sure his mother could get away without showing up.
That day at least, he would do his best to play nice with his parents.
Hena had no real stake in the war, other than what might happen to Egypt if they did lose. He knew no one who fought, and his title and importance had saved him from being brought in against his will, so there was no real risk to his own life. It was rather lucky for him, as he was not a fighting man. His chosen battles were done with the help of slaves and guards, his violent actions were done against those who could not defend themselves. He would not stand a chance against most in a fight, and he did not pretend otherwise. He didn’t need to. He was a Sheifa, he held the power to not have to fight his own battles.
But, they were summoned, and as he was the heir to the House, he needed to be there to represent. And hopefully show his father that he was more than competent. Just because he didn’t do things the same old ways that Onu did, didn’t mean he was wrong. His father needed to see that there were better ways to do things, ways that would propel the family even further into society and bolster their wealth even more than it was now.
His father was old, and out of touch, and stuck in his ways. He needed to step aside for Hena and realize that his son was strong and capable.
And if that meant that Hena needed to play nice and attend dumb things like this, and pretend he was interested in the fate of the Pharaoh and the fighting men, then he supposed that he would have to do exactly that.
And so he dressed nicely, his hair carefully combed and pinned back against the heat, and he put on a bit of jewellery, but it was very toned down compared to what he usually had. He made sure it showed that he was noble, but wasn’t overdone. It felt odd for him to not be covered in gold and glimmering jewels, but he was doing his best to seem respectful. He couldn’t outdo the Queen after all. He was just there to smile and nod and pretend he cared to be loyal to her.
And so, as the crowds started to gather, he found his way to the slightly shaded area that the nobility and upper classes had begun to gather together, snapping for a slave to bring him some wine to quench his thirst in the hot sun.
He didn’t spot his family, nor any of his other family members just yet. He was sure that they would attend though, or at least his father and mother were likely to. They were the heads of the House at the moment after all, they had to be at all of the important events such as this. Or, at least his father did. He was sure his mother could get away without showing up.
That day at least, he would do his best to play nice with his parents.
Nefertaari didn’t need to be told twice where they were headed this day; she thrived on news regarding the war, and it was no secret that she found being stuck at home to be depressing. Her hash consumption definitely went up after the war started, and Iaheru made it known a time or two that she might be reaching a little to far into the jar.
Like Hena, she ensured she was immaculately dressed for the occasion. Golds and whites, with rubies interwoven in her jewelry. Her wig for the day was likewise adorned, effortlessly draped over her head by a slave, no doubt. Opulence was something Nefertaari knew well, and her small stature—almost doll-like in nature—was the perfect mannequin. (But why couldn’t she find a husband?)
Speaking of Hena, where was he? Nefertaari considered for a moment her younger brother. The one that would get everything that should have rightfully been hers, if it weren’t for the patriarchy. It made her nose curl and she balled her hands into stressed little fists, her nails biting a crescent indention in her palms. It was so hard being her.
Couldn’t someone understand for once how miserable Nefertaari really was? There was a lot of self-pity to be had, and these thoughts she often shut herself in a room for. Gods how she missed the days upon a ship with her father, exploring trade routes and seeing new names, new faces.
She came up alongside her brother, the two looking just as they ought to considering who they were and where they were at. But for Nef to address him was so out-of-character that she couldn’t help but do it now: it was the awkwardness brought on by indulgence in hash and a need to talk to literally anyone that would listen.
“Someday, they’ll see,” Nefertaari said to her brother, and one might think she was simply phishing for information about where his brain was at. Wasn’t that what she always did? Gather knowledge and expel it at the right (wrong) moment?
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Nefertaari didn’t need to be told twice where they were headed this day; she thrived on news regarding the war, and it was no secret that she found being stuck at home to be depressing. Her hash consumption definitely went up after the war started, and Iaheru made it known a time or two that she might be reaching a little to far into the jar.
Like Hena, she ensured she was immaculately dressed for the occasion. Golds and whites, with rubies interwoven in her jewelry. Her wig for the day was likewise adorned, effortlessly draped over her head by a slave, no doubt. Opulence was something Nefertaari knew well, and her small stature—almost doll-like in nature—was the perfect mannequin. (But why couldn’t she find a husband?)
Speaking of Hena, where was he? Nefertaari considered for a moment her younger brother. The one that would get everything that should have rightfully been hers, if it weren’t for the patriarchy. It made her nose curl and she balled her hands into stressed little fists, her nails biting a crescent indention in her palms. It was so hard being her.
Couldn’t someone understand for once how miserable Nefertaari really was? There was a lot of self-pity to be had, and these thoughts she often shut herself in a room for. Gods how she missed the days upon a ship with her father, exploring trade routes and seeing new names, new faces.
She came up alongside her brother, the two looking just as they ought to considering who they were and where they were at. But for Nef to address him was so out-of-character that she couldn’t help but do it now: it was the awkwardness brought on by indulgence in hash and a need to talk to literally anyone that would listen.
“Someday, they’ll see,” Nefertaari said to her brother, and one might think she was simply phishing for information about where his brain was at. Wasn’t that what she always did? Gather knowledge and expel it at the right (wrong) moment?
Nefertaari didn’t need to be told twice where they were headed this day; she thrived on news regarding the war, and it was no secret that she found being stuck at home to be depressing. Her hash consumption definitely went up after the war started, and Iaheru made it known a time or two that she might be reaching a little to far into the jar.
Like Hena, she ensured she was immaculately dressed for the occasion. Golds and whites, with rubies interwoven in her jewelry. Her wig for the day was likewise adorned, effortlessly draped over her head by a slave, no doubt. Opulence was something Nefertaari knew well, and her small stature—almost doll-like in nature—was the perfect mannequin. (But why couldn’t she find a husband?)
Speaking of Hena, where was he? Nefertaari considered for a moment her younger brother. The one that would get everything that should have rightfully been hers, if it weren’t for the patriarchy. It made her nose curl and she balled her hands into stressed little fists, her nails biting a crescent indention in her palms. It was so hard being her.
Couldn’t someone understand for once how miserable Nefertaari really was? There was a lot of self-pity to be had, and these thoughts she often shut herself in a room for. Gods how she missed the days upon a ship with her father, exploring trade routes and seeing new names, new faces.
She came up alongside her brother, the two looking just as they ought to considering who they were and where they were at. But for Nef to address him was so out-of-character that she couldn’t help but do it now: it was the awkwardness brought on by indulgence in hash and a need to talk to literally anyone that would listen.
“Someday, they’ll see,” Nefertaari said to her brother, and one might think she was simply phishing for information about where his brain was at. Wasn’t that what she always did? Gather knowledge and expel it at the right (wrong) moment?
Hena had no real stake in the war, other than what might happen to Egypt if they did lose. He knew no one who fought, and his title and importance had saved him from being brought in against his will, so there was no real risk to his own life. It was rather lucky for him, as he was not a fighting man. His chosen battles were done with the help of slaves and guards, his violent actions were done against those who could not defend themselves. He would not stand a chance against most in a fight, and he did not pretend otherwise. He didn’t need to. He was a Sheifa, he held the power to not have to fight his own battles.
But, they were summoned, and as he was the heir to the House, he needed to be there to represent. And hopefully show his father that he was more than competent. Just because he didn’t do things the same old ways that Onu did, didn’t mean he was wrong. His father needed to see that there were better ways to do things, ways that would propel the family even further into society and bolster their wealth even more than it was now.
His father was old, and out of touch, and stuck in his ways. He needed to step aside for Hena and realize that his son was strong and capable.
And if that meant that Hena needed to play nice and attend dumb things like this, and pretend he was interested in the fate of the Pharaoh and the fighting men, then he supposed that he would have to do exactly that.
And so he dressed nicely, his hair carefully combed and pinned back against the heat, and he put on a bit of jewellery, but it was very toned down compared to what he usually had. He made sure it showed that he was noble, but wasn’t overdone. It felt odd for him to be alive - but he was alive again!
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
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Hena had no real stake in the war, other than what might happen to Egypt if they did lose. He knew no one who fought, and his title and importance had saved him from being brought in against his will, so there was no real risk to his own life. It was rather lucky for him, as he was not a fighting man. His chosen battles were done with the help of slaves and guards, his violent actions were done against those who could not defend themselves. He would not stand a chance against most in a fight, and he did not pretend otherwise. He didn’t need to. He was a Sheifa, he held the power to not have to fight his own battles.
But, they were summoned, and as he was the heir to the House, he needed to be there to represent. And hopefully show his father that he was more than competent. Just because he didn’t do things the same old ways that Onu did, didn’t mean he was wrong. His father needed to see that there were better ways to do things, ways that would propel the family even further into society and bolster their wealth even more than it was now.
His father was old, and out of touch, and stuck in his ways. He needed to step aside for Hena and realize that his son was strong and capable.
And if that meant that Hena needed to play nice and attend dumb things like this, and pretend he was interested in the fate of the Pharaoh and the fighting men, then he supposed that he would have to do exactly that.
And so he dressed nicely, his hair carefully combed and pinned back against the heat, and he put on a bit of jewellery, but it was very toned down compared to what he usually had. He made sure it showed that he was noble, but wasn’t overdone. It felt odd for him to be alive - but he was alive again!
Hena had no real stake in the war, other than what might happen to Egypt if they did lose. He knew no one who fought, and his title and importance had saved him from being brought in against his will, so there was no real risk to his own life. It was rather lucky for him, as he was not a fighting man. His chosen battles were done with the help of slaves and guards, his violent actions were done against those who could not defend themselves. He would not stand a chance against most in a fight, and he did not pretend otherwise. He didn’t need to. He was a Sheifa, he held the power to not have to fight his own battles.
But, they were summoned, and as he was the heir to the House, he needed to be there to represent. And hopefully show his father that he was more than competent. Just because he didn’t do things the same old ways that Onu did, didn’t mean he was wrong. His father needed to see that there were better ways to do things, ways that would propel the family even further into society and bolster their wealth even more than it was now.
His father was old, and out of touch, and stuck in his ways. He needed to step aside for Hena and realize that his son was strong and capable.
And if that meant that Hena needed to play nice and attend dumb things like this, and pretend he was interested in the fate of the Pharaoh and the fighting men, then he supposed that he would have to do exactly that.
And so he dressed nicely, his hair carefully combed and pinned back against the heat, and he put on a bit of jewellery, but it was very toned down compared to what he usually had. He made sure it showed that he was noble, but wasn’t overdone. It felt odd for him to be alive - but he was alive again!
