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| − | '''The storm raged across the desert, and for the first time there were eyes to witness it.
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| − | It’s first word spread out across the waste with a finality of decision that could not be disobeyed, and with a sound of sudden thunder water fell at last on the desert once more.
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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.
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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.
| + | 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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| | + | 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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| − | 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.
| + | 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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| − | 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?
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| | + | 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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| − | Since the fall of Kehmet there have been whispers and rumours about a man with blood, red hair and crimson eyes from many countries around the world. All speaking of a man set apart from the rest, a distant watcher. Yet also of someone who acted to defend the unfortunate, stepping up to defend the weakest, only to vanish at the end of the troubles. Sometimes accompanied by a woman, at other times alone, there was never any record for more than a year before he moved on again.
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| − | Seen as far afield as India and the Americas; an inscription in a Mayan Temple talks of a red eyed demon that came out of a storm and destroyed the priests sacrificing a beaten army to their god. The people talking in fear of the being who had walked away with over a hundred suddenly freed captives as the temple collapsed into ruins.
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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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| − | Kahi was a frequent visitor to a street in the Hradčany called Golden street. This was one of the highlights of the city at the time, filled with curios and tales of other places. In other words, the perfect place to visit. Here,she met the Philosopher Uhle; considered an eccentric by many, that spent his entire income on books about magic and alchemy. For a few years there was nothing untoward about their stay in the city. Unfortunately, this was not to remain the case.
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| − | On the day that Lord Seth and Lady Kahi vanished from the city there was a large detonation under Uhle's house in Golden Street. When the house was finally made safe, and the fire put out, they found Uhle's body still intact and clutching a large nugget of what later proved to be gold. The locals still say to this day that he had to have been successful in his search for the Philospher's stone. Modern day alchemists disagree though, anyone who would have succeeded should have survived the process. Visitors to Seth's Mansion in Alau however may see a figure resembling Uhle's description wandering the halls, but it may just be a passing resemblance. Indeed, whenever any difficult situation or catastrophe happens around Seth or Kahi they often refer to "''The Prague Incident''". They are never forth coming on the actual details though.
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| − | Seth's most usual style of fighting is with a pair of dual swords. Handcrafted in his own workshop they are fashioned similarly to Katanas though the metal is not the usual folded steel. A special alloy that incorporates his own strange essence means the blades are wicked sharp and never in need of the dull task of polishing after their initial creation. A skill he has had time to hone over centuries it is one he is well versed in, and utilises with ease, mixing magic into his fighting abilities to put him on par with the super-humans and Mages that surround him. If perhaps a little more indestructible.
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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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| | "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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