[PF] The Risen Guard of Osirion; Forged in Strife and Fire

[warper]

Osorkon blinked twice but kept his face blank at the mention the vampire is sanctioned. Khemet knew how he felt about them and Osorkon knew he’d have to be respectful to it in the name of diplomacy. Perhaps one day we can purge this house Kürsat. He thought.

Osorkon‘s eyes widened that the elf would take on such an insolent tone with the Pharaoh. Khemet must have his reasons and Conall wasn’t giving him a chance. When the Pharaoh finally reacted, Osorkon wasn’t surprised but chills ran down his back anyway. When the Pharaoh got angry, everyone backs down. Osorkon wasn’t nearly as familiar with Osirion’s history as the others and made a note to ask Gratoire about this legacy later.

The rest of Conall’s report was the most terrible news imaginable. The very fabric of Ma’at was coming undone. The consequences of this event could throw everything into chaos let alone the prime plane. Nothing else mattered, if the elf spoke true. Even the news of Khep’s survival seemed irrelevant. It was good news, but did they have time to waste saving a brother?

Vampires running amuck, efreeti and fiery legions at the border and a massive dragon hunting us, it seemed to Osorkon that Ra truly did have plans for him. How else could Osorkon be here. Grim faced with determination in his eyes, Osorkon looks to Khemet, fist clenching his Sun-spear amulet to Ra. ”What must we do, Pharaoh?”