Mistress of the Gods

( I go round about behind Osiris. I have come that I may protect thee, and my strength which protecteth shall be behind thee for ever and ever. The god Ra hearkeneth unto thy cry; thou, O son of Hathor, art made to triumph, thy head shall never be taken away from thee, and thou shalt be made to rise up in peace )

A list of alternate names for the Egyptian Gods as well as some of their titles. Still most definitely in progress and mostly for my own benefit.

( Titles )

Since I'm sitting here staring at these Aphrodite icons I'm supposed to be making, I figure why not use the time instead to enable everyone to make Egyptians. Because you know you want to. They're fabulous. One of their creation myths is about someone wanking the world into existence.

This is also sort of a reference page for people who already play Egyptian characters. (See, it's not all enabling! I'm helpful as well!)

I very almost also linked to PB suggestions but this is already a stupidly long list of crap right here.

( In which Circe pokes you firmly and says 'come ooooooon...' )

[Isis]
I miss you.

Can we meet, Aset? I know you won't wish to come here, but I cannot go to that city again yet. I'm not ready.

Somewhere else?

[Isis]
Sister, forgive that I left without word or warning, but I wasn't sure that you would let me go otherwise and I cannot stay in that city.

I love you and I am going to the deserts and to my women. I do not know what else to do.

The room is dark and cold: somewhere underground, she thinks. ( torture, but nothing graphic )

[Isis and Osiris]
I do not wish to disturb your night together, but I cannot bear to be alone right now.

Please, my beloved siblings, may I come to your home? I have never felt so alone as I do on this night. I have ruined so much.

[Set]
You swore to me once upon your deserts, your name, and your very essence that nothing would happen between you and that mortal child. Perhaps I should have asked you to swear upon my name instead, but I think it may have counted for even less.

I consider some days taking a lover of my own, to beat you at your own games, but there has only ever been one that I desired and it has ever been you.
[/Set]

Shesmu, your wine remains of the highest standard even without the magic it once held.

Family, tell me all are well and accounted for? The specter of Apep creeps at my back.

This city is becoming uncomfortably cold. A common complaint, I know, yet one I cannot help but speak.

How many of my kin remain in New York for the winter?

I return now to my home in New York, my women here having given me much of their strength. So young and devoted. It is almost like being in my own land once more, back when I was a Queen.

But the days of our greatest strength have passed and we are now treated poorly by some who think us mortals. A man spat at my feet today and told me that I should go home. Foolish child, were that an option I would have been gone long ago. But this now is my country and I have lived here longer than any mortal man that now walks it. Two hundred years have I breathed the air of this America and stronger souls than children have tried to see me broken. But we Gods of the Nile and the Desert do not break, we do not bend. We are as unrelenting as the brutal sun. We taught strength to our people and though the slavers may have dragged them far from home, they brought with them the Gods that will not abandon them.

You go home then, boy child. Your pale flesh marks you out as a foreigner here even more firmly than myself.

Nephthys had sworn to herself that it would be only one night, that it would be nothing more. But as the hours dragged on it became more and more difficult to stick to that promise. Nephthys remained wrapped in Set's arms, making love when they regained the strength but often just lying together in silence. She knew she had to go.

It was almost afternoon when she dressed and left, even smiling at her husband and wishing him a good time on the next leg of his journey. So rare that they managed to part without arguments and she felt a certain pride that today was different. A kiss goodbye and Nephthys knew she could now stay away.

At least for a short time.

[Nut]
Mother, my husband Set informs me that you'd like to come see us in San Fransisco. I'd like that very much and I'm having my followers here prepare a room for you if you would be comfortable with that.

( private; moping/whining about Set )

[ Nephthys has been allowing Set to fuss over her - in his own Set-like manner, and although she's sure that it would be easier without him there, she can't seem to tell him to leave. (She knows he wouldn't go anyway.)

But even so she's growing stronger under the attentions of her women, her old life returning slowly to her. Along with the strength comes a slow distancing of herself from Desert Lord. It's easier for her that way. ]


I was right to come here. I'm beginning to feel almost like myself again.

Nephthys arrives early in the morning to the manor in San Fransisco which serves as the central temple of her worship. In Kemet all knew her name, but here it is only these people who keep the faith.

It is only once there, surrounded by the women who are utterly devoted to her, that Nephthys lets herself properly relax. They guide the weary and weak Mistress of Magic to her bedroom and there Nephthys sleeps, her dreams fitful and almost always of her husband.

[Filtered to the Egyptians (except Apep) and totally visible to Set)]
I'm going to leave the city for a short time.

I'm returning to my worshipers in San Fransisco as I have left them without my presence for too long and I need desire their worship further to return my strength to what it once was.

I won't be out of contact, simply not in New York.

[Set]
Back so soon, demon?

I really expected you to return more quickly than that. Losing your stamina, demon?

I'm back at my own apartment. Not enough time alone but I owe it to people to be reachable. I feel like pulling the whole building down and starting all over again, but I'll resist such desires for now.

I hope that nothing has changed for worse in my absence.

For the Goddess of Death there is no celebration at those who have risen again and he who has fallen. On her hands is the blood of her husband and she misses him like her own heartbeat. There is no guilt for what she did, just the loneliness that only Set could ever fill.

So she walks away from all she knows. Four walls cannot hold her, will not bring her comfort, so Nephthys walks alone.

( Andrés )