The Voice of Chaos
Communication: standard (rank 1)
The books landed against the roaring embers and flew open as if the pages were trying to escape the ethereal flames. Heptah, in a fit of rage, continued to plunge the books into the furnace. His shadow loomed against the stone walls; its movements seeming to have a certain madness to it. He threw the final book into the furnace and then followed it with a clay bottle that crashed and made the flames dance with joy. He, however, fell against the wall as he ran his hand through his thick black hair and his equally thick beard. He could hear the whispers tickling his ear and he whispered back, mad mumbles to the listener.
Then there was a knock at the door.
Heptah jumped at the sound, but calmed as he saw the golden scepter, followed by the crown and silk beige robe.
“Heptah, are you alright?”
Heptah sighed. “I am fine.”
Pharaoh Anu ventured deeper into the cave-like room. The only light coming from the crackling furnace created a warm, yet terrifying atmosphere. Papers littered the floor and the shelves were empty.
Anu leaned against the wall and sat beside Heptah.
“I do know what day it is my brother.”
Heptah looked away.
“I cannot help but hate my father for what he did, but I cannot change his decisions. I remember when we were little…”
Anu’s voice was suddenly drowned out as the whispers returned with a vengeance like a white noise. It filled his ears, but none of it could be deciphered. The voices, many but one, jumbled over each other and overlapped but the meaning seemed to somehow seep into his subconscious.
Poison the Pure
Poison: standard (rank 1)
- Ranged Attack
He waited until the completion of the great west temple. There was to be a celebration in the palace room and with all of the drinking and revelry no one would notice if Anu took a step out.
Music and fine wine along with beautiful and colorful fruit filled the room along with the boisterous palace men and women. Pharaoh Anu sat above them all upon his golden throne, puffed with pride over the accomplishments of a few slaves. He then leaned over and kissed his wife affectionately before Heptah stepped forward. He enticed him to follow with sayings of a bad misfortune to fall upon Egypt.
“My lord,” He said in bow.
“Heptah, the wisest of my wise men, how are you? I hope you are feeling better. Drink! Have fun my friend.” Anu said with a warm and strong smile.
Heptah’s looming demeanor did not change, “I have bad fortune to tell of the land, Pharaoh Anu.”
“Must it be done now Heptah? On such a magnificent day? Surely, it can wait ‘till the rise of tomorrow sun.”
“I apologize, but it is quite urgent my lord. The window of clarity closes as we speak.” Heptah tried to stress the importance in his voice to the young Pharaoh, hoping that it would be enough for him not to put it off until tomorrow.
“Very well Heptah. Show me the future of the land.”
Anu stood from his throne and grabbed his Golden scepter that leaned upon his seat, and after correcting his large crown upon his head he followed Heptah into the flame lit walls of the palace.
The statues of the Gods held up the ceiling, each intricately chiseled with every detail. The largest statue was of Ra, the sun god, and stood prominent above the rest. The marble statue stood to the ceiling with the body of a man but the head of a hawk. A sun-disk sat on its head and, in it, burned a never-extinguishing flame.
Heptah fell to the floor in servitude to the god, only going through the motions of service to the stone, as he knew the now where the only real power came from. He rose several moments later and laid a bowl of water in front of the statue. He stood in front of the bowl and spoke out loud as Anu watched on.
“I call on you gods of Egypt to show the future of the land. Ra, Sia, Hu, Heka…” He called on the names of these gods as he threw a potion into the bowl of water. The water bubbled and foamed producing a yellowish smoke to fume from it. Heptah picked up the bowl and carried it to Anu.
“Inhale deeply, my lord.” He then spoke the incantations that he was instructed. The whsipers began to become excited as the Pharaoh breathed in the toxic fumes. Kill him. Kill him. They said over and over again.
Pharaoh Anu then opened his eyes in shock as he swayed backwards, dropping and shattering the ceramic bowl he held. Heptah smiled as he could see the potion taking effect.
“Heptah? What is this? What have you done to me?”
Heptah’s smile grew sinister as he spoke, “I am doing only what is right, avenging my father. Killing the son of my father’s killer!”
“You fool,” He coughed. “That is not what happened!”
“Yes, an assassin slayed him in his sleep, but no I saw it with my own eyes. Your father cut down his friend in jealousy, he knew he would make a better king than him, and I than you. I have seen the future Anu, it has been whispered in my ears alone. Through me will be ushered in a new era!”
Pharaoh squirmed in disgust in an attempt to fight off the drug that coursed through him.
“Now, my King, I must say good bye.” He reached into his clothing and when he revealed his hands which shimmered a disgusting yellow hue. He reached out for Anu…
Reflection: standard (rank 1)
Anu could feel the poison coursing through Heptah into him. He looked about frantically, not strong enough to fight him off himself. Gratefully, he spotted his golden scepter lying just outside of his reach. With the last of his strength he reached for it and pulled it to him, its emerald sitting upon its heavy top and fired.
The energy blast shot, reflecting off of Heptah, and flared between the two. They both yelled in agony as the green energy and Heptah’s magic mixed in the air. Heptah slowly staggered back as he looked at his hands. They began to glow more intensely with a golden aura and in his stomach he could feel a churning. His whole body began to scream, ripping at itself, and in a flash the pain was gone. He felt nothing, he was nowhere.
Polymorph: superior (rank 2)
- Ranged Attack
His eyes opened to darkness and silence. The whispers had abandoned him and a sudden feeling of loneness swept across him as he took an unsure step forward.
His voice barely could penetrate the black void before him, but after a moment a solemn, auburn light appeared. It appeared like a sun over a horizon, but this light was no sun light. Its intensity was nothing like Heptah had ever felt before, it’s presence was so powerful.
It pulled him closer with invisible strings and then finally a voice returned to him. This voice however so much clearer, more commanding than the chaotic whispers he used to hear.
Bow down, Heptah.
He slowly removed his sandals as he fell upon his knees. The auburn light had grown even more in intensity and he could barely stand the heat, yet he could not look away.
“My queen! Please place your hand upon me and direct my step so I may further your plans.”
Yesss… Your hands themselves will create chaos for the world.