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| − | Set /sɛt/ or Seth (/sɛθ/) is a god of the desert, storms, and foreigners in ancient Egyptian religion. In later myths he is also the god of darkness and chaos. In Ancient Greek, the god's name is given as Sēth (Σήθ).The meaning of the name Seth is unknown, though it may first have been pronounced Sutah based on his name in the first language, [[File:Seth Name.png]].
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| − | The myths speak of a being that defended all from the tyranny of Apep. The importance of it so great that it became a nightly occurrence to the people who followed him. The story of Seth's defense of Amun-Ra's Barque is one few know today yet is a defining feature of who he was. Too many focus on the battle between Horus and Seth, forgetting that the Council of the Gods, led by Amun-Ra would have chosen Seth as the ruler of Egypt if not for Ma'at. Few realise the reasons why he sought leadership and the demonising of his name during Greek Occupation of Egypt was catastrophic. | + | For me there has always been time. The ebb and flow from tick to tock before such things ever had a name. For how do you describe time? |
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| − | Seth was worshipped in the metropolitan city of Sepermeru and it was there he made his first home among the humans. To this day the remains of a temple still stand at this site called 'The House of Seth' and the walls of the temple and the scrolls found their speak of his daughter, though little else remains to show where this daughter came from as no similar record is present in the House of Nepthys who was supposedly his wife at the time.
| + | Do you describe it from the elements and the life of such inorganic things? From how long it takes from atoms forged in stars so long ago to die? For they do. How can you measure them in half-life without giving them the honour of a death? Semantics of language perhaps, or I simply don’t understand you. It’s been thousands of years yet still those of your kind confuse me. Perhaps you always will. |
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| | + | Should we then use you, in all your frailty? For with all of your strength and vibrancy it too will pass. A measure of time from the beat of life within your chest, the songs upon your tongue. Every life the tolling bell of passing years, decades… centuries. Yet even that is not enough and I can see how the thought that your very existence is but a passing second of my own makes you balk. Makes the divide between us that bit worse again. |
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| + | Yet what other choices do I have? Seconds pass into a blurring hum of ridiculous number by ridiculous number, the years and centuries following suit just with differing levels of insanity. How to explain to you how the passage of years is marked by the ever flickering shift of sun over sky. A blink of time measured not in lives but in civilisations because with every rise a fall follows so quickly. Their vibrancy brings them life and like all things brought life they die. |
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| − | With the end of the Egyptian civilization, at the hand of the Greeks, Seth's true standing was demonised and his protective role forgotten. A revenge attack perhaps by a nation still reeling from the final act of protection Seth and Amun-Ra enacted for their people. It remains a closely guarded secret to this day, but no-one who has questioned the great being about it has ever received anything more than cryptic answers in return. Whatever it was though, it was enough for the Greeks to turn him into the evil character to many think of him as today.
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| − | If the Greeks had sought to rile him up into action of any kind they were mistaken. Indeed any record of Seth in the country vanished almost as soon as the Greek's stepped foot in the capital. He has returned but rarely to the place once called Kehmet, the wounds perhaps to painful to examine once more. For what is two thousand years to such an old being?
| + | Tell me what would you choose? The death of the dust of atoms into the coming cold waste of the universe? The death of you? The death of your civilisation? The only measure of time is in the repeated loss of what is into what was. It is unconscionable and I am tired of its passage. The future is still a hopeful place to travel to. Yet now the line is drawn. You, your people, your civilisations; you are the heartbeat of humanity on a world that has long been my home. |
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| − | Perhaps only seth could reemerge with the aplomb and 'style' as he. Returning into public view as a Lord under the reign of Francis II, Kahi returning once more to his side. Living in what was once the Hradčany, the Castle District, they were surrounded by the height of culture and intrigue. Slipping seamlessly into society and into the hidden world's of the little people. They were always where the stories were.
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| − | The Myths would have you believe that Seth is the son of the sky goddess Nut and the earth god Geb however this is not entirely true. Seth's true father is Amun-Ra the only other being like himself on Earth.
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| − | Nothing of such scale, grandeur or such complete devastation could be called anything but a violent storm of anger.
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| − | The army poured towards the small band making their way through the centre, their power terrible to behold, all falling before them. However the strain was beginning to show, their blades bloodied, sweat for once appearing on their brow and still their enemy came down upon them.
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| − | “Set,” another female voice says, her voice slightly ragged though filled with power of her own as she flicks her swords one by one through the air, cleaning them of the black blood that adorns them, “There is no point in hiding now. He has found us anyway.”
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| − | He nods once, a sudden barrier descending around the group. They can no longer move from this position but in a few moments that will not matter. He stands in the middle of the defensive circle, his new family surrounding him protecting him as he finally releases his power, eyes closed as a peace settles on the battle, a pause in time as the true nature of his being is released. His skin darkens and swirls with reddish patterns, a chaotic shifting of power of his skin as a tornado of power suddenly surrounds their small group. The nearby terrors and nightmares squealing and shrieking as they attack the towering shield.
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| − | As if realising what is to occur their great enemy moves faster, making the ground shaking with every echoing footfall. A growl of displeasure cracking through the air as the creature bears down upon them, storm clouds arcing through the midnight starless sky, streaks of lightning arcing down through the paused battle. With one mighty fist it brings it down against the shield and it rings like a gong, the fight going still and all sound ceasing for that moment, as if the eye of a great storm settled around that party.
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| − | “Enough.” Set says softly, his voice crackling with power and the hissing of a thousand snakes, so filled with the noise it is like the static of the universe, and with that his eyes open. No longer quite seeing they shine with the light of a dying star, a supernova of power arcing out of them as his gaze turns towards the creature, his power flooding out from his being and into his family. For they are all connected, all part of the same force of energy now.
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| − | The army of night cowers back from them as the power is reflected through their own eyes, the true nature of chaos revealed as the power is finally released. As one they step forward and the shield shatters outwards, rolling through the army and cutting down all in its way like glass.
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| − | “I’ll deal with this rude individual,” he hisses staring up at the great beast, his gaze almost locking in place.
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| − | “Oh good more for us,” the first voice replies, her small frame no sign of her true power as her guns and eyes once more take aim on the surrounding enemies.
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| − | “Always taking the better jobs for yourself Set?” another laughs, her blades glinting with every flash of silent lightning.
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| − | “You know him Kahi,” the other, wolf like being laughs back, “that one was ‘rude’ he’d have to deal with it personally.”
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| − | “Heh,” Cache murmurs, firing off at one of the creatures, braver or stupider than its friends rushes them. It falls to the floor a neat wound going straight through its strange head. She turns to see another stood just behind her, arms raised to strike, unmoving its face a mask of pain a sword and a clawed hand protruding from its chest.
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| − | “You need to grow some eyes in the back of your head,” Reylan laughs, pulling his clawed hand free, fur matted with the dark ichor. All seem oblivious to the crashing thud of the great antigod falling to the ground behind them, a sword glinting as Seth moves.
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| − | “As if I couldn’t have dealt with that myself,” she scoffs, smiling thankfully though at her friends, her family, “Besides, unlike some people I don’t feel the need to change species constantly.” She laughs turning back to the battle.
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| − | “To be one shape constantly,” Kahi muses, her own flowing into one similar to joy, but not quite because of the battle they now have to fight and the chaos that flows through her, “Sounds quite dull.”
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| − | He takes a step forward on the strange body of the antigod his footfall sending another shockwave, another pulse of power through the grounded creature as Seth raises his sword. His other hand rises lightning quick a pouncing terror sent sprawling back quite dead onto the ground as a pulse of energy lashes out and rips its life from it.
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| − | “Things like you do not deserve to live.” Seth murmurs the same hissing shifting through every syllable as he grinds the creature’s strange face into the sudden sand that sweeps the battlefield.
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| − | “It’s good to dream I suppose.” He comments, almost shrugging before driving his sword through the things eye into its brain and into the earth below. As it strikes the earth cracks and there is the sickening sound of every bone in his defeated enemy’s body breaking and turning to dust.
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| − | “Pathetic thing.” Seth murmurs as he pulled his blood stained and gore covered sword free, flicking it clean and sheathing it before turning to survey his friends with a smile. With an almost fatherly smile the dark god watches on as they fight, and he knows they do not need his aid any more than he has given with his power. On his own he leaps from the corpse and turns to face the final crowd of terrors stood looking at him, finally feeling terror of their own. For a brief second power flares through Seth’s being, lighting him with crackling light and energy and they turn and flee, chased by black clouds and eddies of chaos, encouraging them off the battlefield away into the darkness.
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| − | “If I did where would the legends come from?” he laughs, then his features become more serious as he shifts to look at them all, his power returning to its hidden, locked state. “Thank you… thank you. It is good to have you all here with me, it is good to not be alone.”
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| | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ChaoticGood <span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> '''Chaotic Good''' </span>] - Seth will always do the right thing his way. | | [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ChaoticGood <span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> '''Chaotic Good''' </span>] - Seth will always do the right thing his way. |
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| | ='''''<div style="font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF; background-color: #000000; line-height:2.5em; letter-spacing:0.5ex">PUBLIC OPINIONS</div>'''''= | | ='''''<div style="font-size:14px;color:#FFFFFF; background-color: #000000; line-height:2.5em; letter-spacing:0.5ex">PUBLIC OPINIONS</div>'''''= |
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| | "Hmm… Where do I Start? He is one of the greatest friends of a figure to me. So strong and yet gentle in his nature. I cannot express how much this man means to me outside of just being under his service as Avatar. We hold the best bond, heh. He is one of the reasons why I stand today, healthy and stronger than ever before. He is literally the toughest I have ever fought to this day, and I'm very grateful he's on the good side otherwise we'd be in huge trouble, haha. But yeah, he's also a great teacher. In fact, I am glad I am part of his family, and will do whatever it takes to always make him proud. I am well honoured to call him a father." | | "Hmm… Where do I Start? He is one of the greatest friends of a figure to me. So strong and yet gentle in his nature. I cannot express how much this man means to me outside of just being under his service as Avatar. We hold the best bond, heh. He is one of the reasons why I stand today, healthy and stronger than ever before. He is literally the toughest I have ever fought to this day, and I'm very grateful he's on the good side otherwise we'd be in huge trouble, haha. But yeah, he's also a great teacher. In fact, I am glad I am part of his family, and will do whatever it takes to always make him proud. I am well honoured to call him a father." |
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| | "Ha… the fox? -My- fox? He inspires me and my motives to make me the better person I wanna become. He can be a little pain in the ass sometimes with his innocence, but that’s what I love about him. I learned not to fuck around with him when he's tight. Piss him off, and your ass is grass. Lesson well-grounded. But other than that, he's like the pops I never had. When I'm around him, just his presence assures me that everythin'll be alright. If I hadn't bumped into him for the first time when I did I probably wouldn’t' a' been alive today to even comment about him. Strong motherfucker he is, I envy his strength and power. But its only the better reason for me to push my limits to be as tough as he is. He'll get it soon enough. Love him tho'." | | "Ha… the fox? -My- fox? He inspires me and my motives to make me the better person I wanna become. He can be a little pain in the ass sometimes with his innocence, but that’s what I love about him. I learned not to fuck around with him when he's tight. Piss him off, and your ass is grass. Lesson well-grounded. But other than that, he's like the pops I never had. When I'm around him, just his presence assures me that everythin'll be alright. If I hadn't bumped into him for the first time when I did I probably wouldn’t' a' been alive today to even comment about him. Strong motherfucker he is, I envy his strength and power. But its only the better reason for me to push my limits to be as tough as he is. He'll get it soon enough. Love him tho'." |
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| | The familiar patter of rain hitting glass rings out as the golden woman stares out into the grey city-scape. Sitting across from you, her legs crossed casually her posture is however perfect. | | The familiar patter of rain hitting glass rings out as the golden woman stares out into the grey city-scape. Sitting across from you, her legs crossed casually her posture is however perfect. |
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| − | [http://vimeo.com/37652738 <span style="color:#FFFFFF;"> '''Borrowing the Past''' </span>] - The Monologue of Seth
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