Barren is the Dark
13th of March 2007 A.D.
"Once this was a boundary," Lydia speaks with an even, solemn tone as she walks under the shadow of the the pyramid
Sneferu-Shining-in-the-South the name of pharaoh now given onto the stone and bright indeed it still shines, still clad in limestone. "Between Upper and Lower Egypt, between the East shore which is for the living and the West which is for the dead. They called the city Mem-Nefer, Established and good and they sanctified it to Ma'at, the principle of cosmic order because they feared that," she traces the arc of what modern scholars had come to call the Bent Pyramid.
"What? Shoddy engineering or royal meddling?" Yesterday on the plane over you had read that the reason it looked like that was because the pharaoh may have changed his mind several time during construction only over a million cubic meters of stone royal decree lone does not shift and so the arc of Sneferu's passage into the heavens was bent by the weight of his own thwarted ambition.
"Chaos, darkness, destruction." Lydia says simply. "We stand on the Western shore, beyond the black land where the dead have dominion, but the old kings are not here as exiles. They are here as guards."
She points out into the desert, her shadow still stretching long before her as the hours of the morning are yet short.
There are no paths leading to the place the R'hani marked on out map, no reason for anyone to wander that way, no water and no trace of human habitation, or at least so it seemed on the surface.
"Once," your friend speaks again in that same cadence not meant for the shape of English many hours later as the desert races by outside tinted glass windows of a black 'Land Rover' conjured from the depths of her own Essence. "These lands were green and life abounded: antelope and crocodile, goat and lion swine and wild dog and man, there's always man where there is life for the taking isn't there? Then the rains died and the sands crept in and those who did not go east died. The West bank is for the dead."
"But they didn't die all at once did they?" you guess.
"People are stubborn, they won't give up the ways of their ancestors, the lands where they bones of their fathers are buried easily and alas where a people wither and perish things of that nature come take heed. You know it's funny, every depiction I've seen of the Sahara in the US has been in daytime when the most dangerous thing is the sun, but to the people of Khemet the desert night held particular terror. After all what could there possibly be out here that Ra would have to smite the last so dreadfully to keep it at bay? I found a lot of prayers about banishing 'night demons' in father's library, most pretty run-of-the-mill, dealing with haunts and vengeful ghosts, sending the odd demon packing..." Lydia sneaks a mischievous look at Tiffany, but when that doesn't get a rise she continues. "But there was one that was odd, among the oldest texts, written out like an inverted invitation carved with a trembling hand. During a brief span of time in the Old Kingdom Egypt cohabited with another civilization across the Nile, one that did not build steps towards the sun, but dug down into darkness."
"But you said you found a ward against these so called 'gods'? So did that come from their own people them?" you ask, trying to put the pieces together, even though you know that time had worn away many of them to dust.
"Every faith has its heretics," Lydia waves in the direction of the barren dunes. "The worse life got one imagines, the greater the temptation to defect, to cross the river and trade hard earned lore for a plot of land. We are going to be there in an hour. How are you planning to dig the place out?"
"Get a work crew like we did guarding the gate to Sanctuary." It seems the most reasonable way, but Tiffany clears her throat.
"Be careful. The monster might not be in there anymore, but I very much doubt the tomb is empty. Ever if he didn't care to fill it places like that don't stay empty long."
How do you want to explore the nameless tomb?
[] A shallow dig, just enough to point your Crown at, after all you know the thing you're hunting isn't here
[] A deep dig. Since the last person who tried to excavate this place was killed and turned odds are good many of its treasures remain and unlike stealing from the properly dead Lydia wouldn't mind in the least if you helped yourself
[] Write in
OOC: Lydia's still at full because she both did her research yesterday and crafter an appropriate vehicle at the same time so she got her essence back at midnigth.