Burning Nile Scene 01

Feeling Sabra's song ringing in his ears as he brushes past him and Tefri through the door, Adom mutters a curse and steps out behind him, determined not to let the elven caterwauling distract him. Beside which, as much as he would enjoy seeing the fool die in the street, it irked him that the elf had seen fit to step into such a situation with so little hesitation. One might even say heroically. And he would not stand idly by and let an elf have claim to calling him a coward in comparison.

Bearing down in his mind and narrowing his eyes almost to slits, Adom reaches deep inside himself and tries to pull on the threads that connect him to the dead all around him. He raises his arms wide. Inside him, the hands of his soul gather up the strings and wrap them round and round, pulling them in together and twisting their will in with his own. He can feel the two newly freed souls floating somewhere nearby, confused, angry, shocked, and he whispers to them. "Revenge. Stop him. Drag him down. Pull him off his chariot that we may plunge him into the afterlife where you may tear him to shreds." He clenches his fist around the hilt of the dagger and focuses anger, death, and revenge through it to the spirits.

Surely the Egyptian gods have better things to do than be this man's plaything, Tefri thinks to himself as he watches Adom. He follows Adom through the door. His bravado and action could be confused for heroics, but in truth his motivations are entirely selfish.

Ipwet blinks a few times in disbelief at the dispatched civilian falling right *through* the chariot, then shakes it off and decides it must have been a trick of the darkness. Or the adrenaline which she can begin to feel coursing through her. She closes her eyes for a moment and savors in the old familiar feeling, letting it heighten her awareness, prepare her muscles for conflict. She hears her mill door open and opens her eyes to see her- "What are they to me? Definitely not friends... comrades? acquaintances? I suppose acquaintances will suffice."- to see her acquaintances file out of the doorway one by one and prepare to face off against this mysterious charioteer. A strange tune seems to float on the air, originating from the elf. Strange, she never thought of Sabra as the singing type. The priestly one, Adom, seems to be preparing to do something priestly, Tefri close at his side.

"Well, well, well... It seems these fools are not so foolish after all. If it's a fight they want I can *definitely* accommodate them!" Ipwet frowns for a moment, "How am I to lead the charge from all the way up here?"

She lets the details of the alley wash over her, allowing her adrenaline to filter the details through her fighting senses. She looks to the adjacent rooftop and a small smile creeps over her face...

As Ipwet bounds across the rooftops, determined to strike first blood, she sees the charioteer eye her. Her face distorts into a malevolent grin, baring her teeth in anticipation of the glory of the brawl. As she reaches the edge of the roof the figure raises their sword in challenge and Ipwet leaps directly into her enemy's path letting loose a deafening ululation that splits the night air, easily overcoming the citizens' pitiful shrieks for help.

"ALALALALALALALAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!"

Sabra takes a swing at the creature but his blade finds no purchase in the ethereal form. As the Elven made khopesh passes through the charioteer, Sabra stops his singing, his blade quelling its vibrato in time, and looks to the company gathered. He has already been too bold. This creature has not passed on to the lands of the dead. Aren't you supposed to be the expert on spirits, priest. If blame is to be cast, it would not surprise me in the least that this being was released due to your tampering in the lands close to the Nile.

He looks to the others gathered. We are but flesh and blood. But if its blades can cut us, then surely we can find something to cut it.