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OOC- This RP is closed. If you are interested in RPing, here is the OOC.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=516000

IC- Since the beginning of time, people have worshiped the higher beings in the world. These higher beings can be merciful rulers or vcruel overlords, but overall, there has always been a balance between good and evil. Mortals know of the other races in their world, but few know that all of the gods they worship exist. They have their seperate kingdoms, and keep out of contact with each other to keep peace. And yet, in their goals to punish evil, they have made a fatal mistake. All of the evil in the world ends up in the same hell, the underworld. It is all the same. And lurking in this realm are three incredibly evil and powerful gods. They are Set, the Egyptian snaimal headed god who murdered the mighty Osiris, and caused chaos among Egypt. Next is Kronus, the king of the banished titans, a manipulator of time. And Loki, the most evil of all, the trickster destined to bring the world to destruction. These gods do not know anything of the others, and yet all this is chaning. For an unnamed being, a god of an ancient long gone civilization, who is now only a shadow of his former self, is bringing things under his ideals in order to gain form again, and to dominate all. And so great is his power, to gods of Earth can not feel or see any of this happening. All but one...

In a small Greek town...

Erik Gunnaloug walked into the town. He looked very different from all of the Greeks. He was wearing black armor, some bearskin, etc.And he was bristling with weapons. The Greeks looked at him somewhat nervously. But he meant them no harm. He found what he was looking for. A bustling market square, complete with a new thing that was sweeping the world: a tavern. Erik entered and ordered some of the strongest alchohal in Greece. He began to drink. He didn't notice the hooded man watching him...

Findlaech never tried to excite trouble. In the current instance, he did not know that taking one of the many empty seats at the tavern offended the half breed Greek-Persian jerk that was making trouble for him. A spell had, unfortunately, made the odd noises of this creature intelligible to Findlaech's ears. Still, when travelling amongst foreign cities, try to speak the foreign tongues.

"What are you, some sort of green eyed freak that doesn't know how culture works? I should gut you here and now for being such an affront to the gods." As the half breed babbled, Findlaech did two mental countdowns in his mind. One was tally to see how long until things got ugly. The other was how long it would take Olaf to finish his third mug of drink. For both their sakes, Findlaech hoped that Olaf would order a fourth. As of now, Olaf was set to finish first, and when things got ugly, his presence would only serve to excite things.

"Sir, I did not mean to offend you, I was only trying to find an inconspicuous seat. Next time, I shall select another place." Come on, though Findlaech, end this now before Olaf gets involved. Just then, Olaf finished his mug and set it down, turning to signify the end of his thirst quenching. Oh, Shit.

"Do you hear this mud man speak?" the half breed asked to his friends, all equally repulsive and thuggish. Alone, they would be nothing, but together, they could act as bullies. Olaf, however, had other thoughts. Too late, thought Findlaech, as a single left fist sent the half breed flying across the room. Before anybody could do anything, the giant wall of muscle had grabbed another man, and, lifting him above his head, simply through him into the rest of the half breed's posse.

"Did you have to start with a left, Piss Hair?" Findlaech asked in German.

"Yes, Mud Head, for you seemed to have nicely selected a man that only needed a left fist," came the reply, this time in Findlaech's language. Findlaech nodded at his companion's remarks. The publican, never one to have enjoyed the bullies, brought Olaf and Findlaech another round. "So," asked Olaf, reverting to his own Germanic language, "why exactly are we here again?"

"Because," said Findlaech, sticking to Olaf's tongue, "the gods told us to. Are you one to ignore portents of Wotan?"

"No, I am not."

in the town square, a tall man who could easily be described as 'cloaked in shadow' if he weren't standing out in the sun was entertaining the people.

currently he was juggling what appeared to be three balls of fire, four short, black wooden batons, and a chair, the last following a very different path from the rest. at his feet lay a black staff, and as he was juggling he was preforming also standing on one leg and hopping from one side of the staff to the other.

he was drawing a bit of a crowed really... all to the good. when there were enough, he changed his act. a flick of the wrist and the chair landed in the perfect spot for sitting. a click of the fingers mid pass and, one at a time, the balls of flame simply vanished. he caught the batons one at a time in the same hand and the held it up, revealing that there was only one baton. the hand had been visible the entire time.

then he took up his staff, and sat.

"well, my friends, my name is Chargone, and today it is my pleasure to entertain you. shall i tell you a tale? or perhaps you would prefer to hear jokes and humor?"

various crys asking for one thing or the other came from the crowed

"very well, perhaps a rhyme from the north. not the far north, for it's origen is south of the men it describes, but still a long way from here."

he bagan:

"Wraith flame
Wrath flame
Spirit flame
Death flame

The northern flame marches

Blade weapon
Gun weapon
Horse weapon
Hell weapon

The weapons of the north strike out

Foe blood
Woe blood
Life blood
Red blood

The blood of foes spills

North fury
Cold fury
Fire fury
Blood fury

The rage of the north pours forth

And all is in ruin."

it was a dark bit of poetry, and left the audiance slightly jittery looking

"ahh, not quite the right mood for such a fine day, is it. perhaps something .. less menacing?" he smiled

conjouring up the little balls of flame he had been juggling earlier, he began

"at dawn of the day of the newest old moon
a crazy old man sang a crazy old tune
all those around,
they thought him a loon"

he sang...

Oh pretty lady fate, you dealt me a blow
my place in this world, it has sunk so low
what shall i do?
i really don't know.
please tell me what i must do!

and the fates, all three, came to him and spoke;

there is naught you can do,
for your thread is all woven
save this one stray end
it puzzles us most

whatever we do,
it comes loose anew
your fate at that point is your own.

and then said he, to not one but all three, the old, the young and the middle

tell me good ladies, what must i do?
when will this thread be free?
please tell me true
what i must do
and as a servant you shall always have me.

and then, spoke they, the fates all three, the following instructions of sorts

at the dawn of each day,
you must go on your way
keep moving as the sun does rise.

at the night of the moon,
you must sing a tune
even when it does not seem wise.

after a time
you will run out of rhyme
and then you need but open your eyes.

and then, spoke he, what shall i see?

then you shall see what is there.

the fates they departed,
and the man he did act,
doing as he had been told.

and in but a year
he did cower in fear
for where he had come is that most dreaded by the old

as he stood outside the underworld's gate,
the sun set, showing him the moon
and it came to his mind, despite it being unwise
that he really must sing out a tune.

he did this as told
for though he was old
his fate was not what he wished

and as he did so,
from trees in a row
behind him were plants swished

he turned and did see,
a sight to delight
maidens three
dancing in the moons light

beautiful women!, spoke he to them
i wonder if i may ask
i seek to change my state in life
and the fates did give me this task

i feel you must be a part of it,
for it is that or walking straight into hell.
tell me do you know a thing?
or is my only option so fell?

and they spoke
old man, are you crazy?
for it is quite plane to see
you've been dead nigh on a year.

you fate is changed from what it once was
for it was not death you did fear.

a man's thread is cut short when he dies,
and unraveled threads are cut short.
we did not tell you lies
but it seems that your life has been caught.

the three fates, for it was they did smile

foolish old man,
remember your pledge?
hades shall not take you
even so close to the edge.

your Our servant now,
for better or worse
and your task for all time,
record fate in your verse.

the old man, once a bard, 'fore age took his mind, he sings and writes to this day. his fate is much different, as he did wish, but not in an expected way.

and at dawn of the day of the newest old moon
a crazy old man sings a crazy old tune
if you hear, say nothing
least you be thought a loon

for old man bard sings the fate of us all."

as he had variously spoken and sung, the little flames had danced out the tune, forming little patterns, pictures, and actions.

"does this please your ears, good people?
enough, perhaps, for food and a roof for myself this night?"

standing and flicking the chair in the air with a foot, he went back to juggling, slowly adding more things.

ooc: whoops... sorry that's so long :S

Miles outside of the Greek City...

A single man was standing outside a cavern that would lead many mortals to their doom. But this was all within the capabilities of this young man. He stood outside the cave and yelled into it, "Come out now you beast!"

He saw a giant walk out of the cave that stood far taller than any other man. What truly seperated him from other's though was the fact that this creature had only one eye. The Cyclops roared, "Who is it that dares to step into my cave?"

The man answered, "I have come Cyclops to slay you. You have ravaged these fields for far too long and I shall see to it that your days doing so are put to an end!"

The Cyclops wasted no time in responding when he took out his club and threw it down to the ground to crush the young man. The man jumped and ran up the club and grasped hold of the Cyclops's head. The Cyclops flailed his arms around and tried to grasp the young man. The Cyclops had his hold on the man and was about to bite off his head with his giant mouth. The man was quick to react to this though.

The man thrust his sword into the Cyclops's eye and permanently blinded him. The man took advantage of this moment when the Cyclops dropped him and covered its eye with his hands. The man got out his sword and thrust his sword into the heart of the Cyclops. The man mercilessly continued to plant blows into the heart of the Cyclops and eventually saw the monstorous creature die beneath him.

In the City...

Kratos walked into the city carrying the eye on his back. He was heading for the leader of the city to receive his pay for achieving the deed. On his way there, he saw a man performing magic to an audience...........

Ichi paused on a hill overlooking another town. He'd lost track of the number he'd been through or by since leaving Fuchū. It seemed to him that the call that had initiated his trek which, if he'd had an accurate map and been counting the days, was shorter than he had thought but much longer than imagined. The cultures and peoples of the lands he'd passed through more recently were quite strange and he oft wondered if he'd only been imagining the summons but each time he spoke with someone, his wonders were set aside as it seemed one of the Kami quite likely Benzaiten was watching over him as he could understand thier speech and they his yet he was certain they were speaking a foreign language.

After resting for a moment he headed into the city, his dress and appearence drawing many strange looks. It was quite appearent that no one had seen one like him before. It didn't seem likely that any inn or taproom would carry Awamori, only the rank concotion known as ale. As he continued into the city a magician and storyteller came into sight and Ichi paused to watch and listen to the man.

Francis Weldheimer headed down into the small Greek village. He had passed through many before, all the same as the one before. This one had a slight difference, while he looked down on the city he noticed many people of more varied backgrounds than expected. People from the far east, Nordics, Persians, Egyptians, and a strange man with a black hat. Weldheimer walked towars the countryside village hoping for a good drink and eating. Then, if all went according to plan he would head off towards Scythia. He wanted to meet and maybe even kill, one of those small horseman that called themselves 'Huns'.

Outside the city, no one noticed three people standing over a hill looking at the town. One was a large Spartan warrior, a weathered warrior who had fought many battles. Another was a cloaked Egyptian man, an older man who had discovered secrets beyond what many mortals could comprehend. The third was a beuatiful Norse woman, dressed in armor which a few would recognize as Valkyrie's armor. The three looked over the city with evil smiles, and where about ready to start an attack. They would wait until nightfall.

Erik turned around to see a large man punching a man away. He smiled at the man. Erik walked over to him and his friend, and in his native tounge talked to them. "Hello. How about a drink on me? After all, we are similar! We are hated her, and we are all able to turn this town around! Hahahaha!"

Chargone had come away from his endeavors tired, thirsty, and having made just enough money for a drink. not even for a meal to go with it, alas, or even a meal on it's own. looked like he'd be sleeping on a roof top again.

so it was that he made his way to the nearby tavern.

ooc: it can be any tavern that serves the purpose of him actually meeting someone relevant, i don't mind.

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The smell on the air wasn't the same...

The sounds of the jungle dissappeared, the insects, the warm, humid climate. the wind blowing had changed, the stench of the abundant vegetation and ripe fruit completely lost to her...

Coszcatl Ocelotl had left her town a week ago, this time looking for Toltec raiders, as commanded by the servants of the feathered serpent. She had hoped that in less than fifteen days she would had found the tall, dark warriors of her southern neighbours, and be back to inform her lords. But then the impossible happened. It has been weeks now, running through the jungle, followed only by Ocelotl, her trusted jaguar companion, and Guaco the parrot. For the first time in her life, she couldn't find the way through the eternal green of the jungle.

She was lost. Entirely lost. Not able to find her own tracks, and the way back from where she came. This jungle had no walks, no glades, just a neverending lush rainforest that extended to the horizon in any direction she cared to walk. She traveled by foot, and from time to time climbed to the highest ancient trees, just to find only the eternal and endless ocean of leaves and branches all around her.

Then she remember the stories...The god of thunder had taken her away, and he wouldn't take her back until she finished her quest there...

This was no jungle. She had left the lands of her family long time ago. She was in a forest. Entirely different from her homeland. And the forest was ending...

She ended on a hill nearby, on the edge of a light forest entirely different to her lush homeland...She quickly found out a stone and wood town built not away from her current location, so decided to go there, and ask questions to the locals....

She entered the town, looking at the people dressed with rather long, bland and colorless robes, using strange sandals, and flinched. Her jaguar companion quickly stood right next to her, for the first time in years looking scared.

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Gaius was walking down the main road of the town. The leader of the town had previously disbanded his unit, saying that his services were no longer needed. Gaius grumbled to himself as he made his way to the barracks to get some forgotten things.

"Self-righteous son of a whore!" he muttered "As if its not hard enough to make a living."

Gaius noticed that a lot of people from other cultures and lands were around, but none Roman. No. Romans weren’t exactly welcome in this town, or any, in Greece. It had been hard to land this job in the first place. When he had gotten it, it had been hard to gain the trust of the other men.

Oh well... he thought Doesn't really matter now.

Gaius stood out from the rest of the crowd, he was wearing a greek helm with mismatched bits of Roman/Carthaginian armour he'd picked up. He stoped in a tarvern on the way. He was just in time to see a large norseman knock out a Greek, then the Norseman picked up another Greek and chucked him torwards the Greek's friends. Unfortionally, Gaius was in the middle. He ducked and the man flew over his head.

"Nice one" Gaius said to the Norseman before buying an ale and sitting down to enjoy it.

Olaf looked at Findlaech, obviously delighted to see another Norseman in these area. Ignoring the passing comment of the little man from the peninsula, he raised his drink in the traditional toast, saying "may the blood on our swords never dry, and the mead in our cellars never empty. Now, Erik, tell us, from whence do you hail? My companion comes from the isles to the north of Gaul, and I am from Daneland. He is Findlaech, and I am Olaf."

Weldheimer walked into a tavern and looked about. Several Norseman were ositting together talking, a few Greeks were mulling about and even some Arabs were about. Francis went and sat down at a table alone hpeing for some good food and a hearty drink. He was served a drink and his food was on the way. He was curious as to why Norsemen were in a Greek tavern, but he wasnt one to talk. He was a Saxon that had travelled across the vast expanses of the known world.

Nefertari had traveled a long distance by ship from her home of Egypt to arrive at this strange greek town. The head priest of her temple had told her of the gods becoming curious as to why there was such a large congregation of wanderers from afar. Certainly no populace would suddenly find themselves wanting to travel a long distance to a city that really had no significance to the known world.

Peculiar indeed... Nefertari thought to herself as she walked down the ramp of the ship, her belongings strapped around her back in a small leather bag made before she had set off on this journey from the gods.

Nefertari's long black hair glittered in the sun as she searched the streets for the way to this small town. If one glanced at her, one may be able to make her out as someone of importance. Her white robes, her short sword stapped to her shapely hip, a circlet atop her head. Those people who were more adventurous may identify her as a priest from Egypt, but as to which diety she worshipped would seem somewhat unknown.

Truth be told, she served no single god, but rather worshipped each when their blessings were needed. And Nefertari needed many blessings...

Her father had been killed years ago in a bloody coup by a friend of the family, a commander in the army, Iabi. But the fellow didn't stop there. He soon began to stalk Nefertari, constantly attempting to court her, as if taking her father's life wasn't enough.

Instead, she found refuge inside a temple where she was protected, taught, and shaped into a beautiful, young, potential ruler and perhaps able to retake the throne for her family.

Nefertari wrinkled her nose as the memories came to her before shaking her head and walking through one of the bazaars. She quickly refilled her water for a few coins, and set off for her target city.

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After a few days of travel she had finally completed her journey to the city during the noon hours. And as she walked into the city square, she could not help but watch the entertainer who had set himself up near the shadows.

After an enjoyable juggling act and a series of rather dreary tales, he closed up shop and left the square, along with the remaining audience members that had watched the entire performance.

With a sigh she went her own way passed the performer and towards the local bazaar to once again refill her flasks of water. When she returned to the city square, she stopped to stare at the awkward woman who had made her appearance, wearing a colorful outfit and owning an elegant pet.

Her curiosity peaked, she spoke in a rather choppy greek, "Hello there. I am Nefertari from Egypt...I am curious as to where you hail from...you look...strange."

Chargone sat in the corner of the tavern, right on the line between the fire's light and the corner's shadow, nursing his drink. it was not exactly to his liking, but it was not the worst he had. not to mention is was probably safer than the water.

as he had stood in the square this day the crowd had been... unusually varied. people from all corners of the world, it seemed, not all of types recognizable to him. it was fairly obvious Something was going to happen, eventually. perhaps, in a city, at a major trade nexus, such things happened for no real purpose... but not in out of the way backwaters.

and, of course, there was the fact that he himself was here. it may not be spectacular, it may not be important in the grand scheme of things, but something was going to happen. all he had to do was wait and see. hopefully whatever it was would happen in the next few days, or he would need to move on. one can only go so long without a decent meal, after all, and this place was not rich pickings for one such as himself.

Cozcalt Ocelotl, the Jaguar Jewel, was completely impressed and confused by the variety of smells and different and strange people present in the square. Guaco, her bright colored red and blue parrot, flew around her and finally posed on her shoulder, looking as scared as her jaguar, who looked for refuge behind the legs of his mistress.

She found finally someone who looked familiar, a girl like herself, with a skin tone and features strangely similar to her own. She looks like a Nahualt Princess, Cozcalt thought, with that golden skirt, and the ornaments on her hair, although she didn't recognize any known heraldry on her clothing.

To her astonishment, the girl walked right towards her, her long mane of black hair flowing as she did so She's beautiful, perhaps the daughter of some noble, the Nahualt hunter thought again, as she realized that only she and the girl in front of her were the only women in the square that had their chest uncovered.

As the woman spoke, in a rather rude and harsh language, Cozcalt heard the words inside her mind in her native Nahualt, translated by Guaco word a word. Hello there. I am Nefertari from Egypt...I am curious as to where you hail from...you look...strange.

She took another look at the woman, and found two details that caught her attention. First, the snake displayed on her circlet. She was displaying the protection of the snake god over herself, although the snake wasn't the feathered image of Quetzalcoalt, Lod of Thunder, but a menacing image of a threatening snake showing its bare teeth. Second, the odor of her body. Her scent caught the faint parfume of incense, or other kind of strong herbs. Cozcalt knew that she was in the presence of a priestess, and that explained the regalia of the woman, and her distinguished nature.

Even although she couldn't recognize the gods the girl served, she knew how to behave in presence of a priestess, and knew that perhaps she was, as Cozcalt herself was, in a quest demanded by the spirits and gods of the Nahualt. Cozcalt fell to her knees, and refused to see the girl's face anymore.

She spoke in her native language, hoping for the girl to understand it, although for her surprise, (And for sure to Nefertari's surprise as well), Guaco translated her words to Nefertiti's native egyptian, although the accent of the bird didn't differ from any other talking parrot, with croaks and purrs as it formed the sounds out of its beak.

"My name is Cozcalt, I rule over the jungle clan of the Citlalmina. I am a blessed champion of Ocelotl, the Jaguar Lord, under orders from the great lords of the stone pyramids of Tenochtitlán. I am at your orders, Priestess of the city of Aegiptl, you who can hear the snake's commands. Tell me what is the will of the gods. We can speak in Nahualt if you want to".

(Yes, a bad case of mistaken identity. After all, it is not too difficult for Cozcalt to think that Nefertari is some kind of aztec priestess of a city she doesn't know. Physical similarities, and cultural as well. Of course that words like "Nahualt", "Citlalmina", "Tenochtitlán" and "Ocelotl" won't chime a bell to Nefertari, but perhaps the reference to stone pyramids will caught her attention, and the strange physical resemblance of Cozcalt to an egyptian nomad, panther pelt, eyes and complexion)

Ichi had preformance but felt other matters desired his attention and presence. Continuing to explore the strange city wondering whether the somewhat odd natures of a number of the residents was the norm within these lands or if it were simply like finding an Osakan in the province of Owari. Rounding a corner he found two women, who seemed somewhat similar to those lands nearest his homeland but different nonetheless, one of them accompanied by a very large neko that seemed to be a kami neko.

Walking toward it, he bowed to the spirit before straightening and looking at the two women more closely.

Nefertari jumped as the woman fell to her knees suddenly. The priestess cocked her head slightly to the side and stepped back a bit. "That is not nece-" she began in greek before the beautiful bird startled her with suddenly speaking egyptian. Her eyes widened slightly as she lowered herself down to the woman and crawled a bit closer, to examine the strange and wondrous bird, but also to take a closer look at the woman whom treated Nefertari as though she were royalty...and as far as the ex-princess knew, she was the only one who knew about it for thousands of miles around.


"My name is Cozcalt, I rule over the jungle clan of the Citlalmina. I am a blessed champion of Ocelotl, the Jaguar Lord, under orders from the great lords of the stone pyramids of Tenochtitlán. I am at your orders, Priestess of the city of Aegiptl, you who can hear the snake's commands. Tell me what is the will of the gods. We can speak in Nahualt if you want to".

Citlalmina? Ocelotl? Aegiptl? What are these? I know not of them... she thought as she tried to connect the words to Egyptian cities or creatures, making very loose connections.

"Noble Cozcalt...I..." she began, not quite sure how to go on. "The pyramids spoke of this town- the gods, rather, has spoken, revealing this city to be one of strange occurances...for one...we are not common here...nor are many of the oth-" Nefertari stopped as a very strange looking man bowed down to the large cat situated behind Cozcalt. Her dark green eyes narrowed a bit as she noticed him staring at the two and her right hand slowly inched towards the hilt of her sword. Perhaps this man is from Iabi to take me back home. Seeing a woman bow to me....

"State your business around us and quit staring," Nefertari growled to the man.

"Greetings Hime-san. I was wondering as to your presence in this strange land with Hime-san and Neko Kami." He replied as he bowed to both Nefertari and Cozcalt.

"Hime-san, there is no need to take hold of the nakago of your ken."

Weldheimer had left the tavern only a few minutes earlier. As hewalked the streets he saw a most peculiar sight. Three foreigners standing together. One of the two dark complextioned women had her short sword scabbard in hand. Weldheimer walked over with his curiosity getting the better of him. The large wild cat with one of the women also added to this. It looked smiliar to the wild cats from the east but, instead of strips it was covered in spots.

"Hello." He greeted in the language of the orient he had learned. He turned to the women he could now tell was an Egyptian priestess. "Hello priestess." He adressed in Egyptian. He may look like a lumbering man withno brain, but he was assured he had one of those. The third woman was of an unfamiliar place. Weldheimer had no idea how to adress her. So out of the principle of being polite he greeted her in Greek.

Cozcalt reacted rather fast, after the gurgling sounds from Guaco, her parrot, translated to her mind the unconnected strands of the conversation that was going around her. She recovered her stand, and looked at Nefertari with her green eyes in a deep, if rather short glance, as to check what the parrot had just translated. Noble Cozcalt...I...The pyramids spoke of this town, the gods, rather, has spoken, revealing this city to be one of strange occurances...for one...we are not common here...nor are many of the others. So she was right after all, and the gods has sent her here, perhaps to join the priestess and take care of her during a quest.

State your business around us and quit staring, echoed the voice of the woman again, and Cozcalt realized the words weren't aimed at her, and that another man had arrived, a man that made the priestess to grab the hilt of the weapon she was carrying, without doubt a long sacrifice knife.

The jaguar, meanwhile, purred happily at the sight of the stranger, as if it liked the bow the weird man with slit-for-eyes gave to it.

Greetings Miss. I was wondering as to your presence in this strange land with the other miss and the Cat spirit...Miss, there is no need to take hold of the scabbard of your sword echoed the voice of the man, uttering words through the parrot into Cozcalt's brain. She noted the man was trying to be kind and gentle, in a rather strange and foreign way, but yet the attitude of the priestess made her to remain on guard, and slid her hand slowly towards the obsidian knife hidden under her jaguar's pelt.

The situation wasn't complicated enough, so another man arrived too, and directed them several words that, according to Guaco, seemed to be some kind of greeting. This one was large, threatening, and white. She quickly took a step and stood in front of the Egyptian priestess, as to protect her from any harm, and brought her obsidian knife out, the black and greenish stone blade gleaming under the light of the greek's sun.

She spoke in Nahualt, although the parrot took good care of speak in greek to translate her words to the others with just a second of difference.

"Stand back. You're making the Priestess nervous. If you don't want her to chastise you with the power of lightning, stay a step away. We mean no harm, but want no trouble".

She was quite surprised that instead of jumping ahead to defend both women, her jaguar companion elected to yawn idly, and then take a sit over the stones of the Plaza, in its mouth a strange grin that could be taken for a smile.

"I mean you no harm." Weldheimer realized that his sheer size must have intimidated the women. He stood al least a foot over them. He took the step back. "I must say younf one. You are very defensive, that is a good thing." He showed his scabbard. The sword was almost as long as these three were tall. The easterner had yet to say a word. "May I ask your name?" HE asked politly of the three strangers.

"What, in all of Egypt, are you saying?" Nefertari replied to the strange, babbling, bowing man. To him, she made no move to greet him, his first impression was enough. She was not quite the woman who would enjoy someone staring at her after greeting something else.

She was startled not only at the large man who seemed to speak multiple languages, but of her new companion willing to throw herself in front of Nefertari in defense. Was she a close friend of my father? she wondered to herself as she picked herself up and pulled her own sword out.

"You need not know our name. I doubt I'll be seeing your face much," Nefertari replied to the man, not trusting him either. Perhaps a collaberator to the strange talking man who had bowed to the cat. "I...we are on an important mission," she added, wondering if Cozcalt was planning on following her through her quest.

My quest!Nefertari's face lightened slightly and she took a quick glance at both men. "Why are you both here?" she asked quickly, hoping to still get some sort of information out of these two, before she left their presence, most likely never to meet again.

OOC:Brietenburg. When will that attack come? I was hoping it would happen like right now since its practically night time now...

"Calm down priestess." Weldheimer said not caring that she drew her sword. "I was merly curious about your presence here in this tiny Greek village of all the places a priestess could be." Weldheimer finally awknowleged the weapons they had drawn. He decided drawing his own would only worsen the situation. "Is it now a crime to speak with other travellers?" He asked. Defensive was good. This was a over the top. Weldheimer geussed that the Egyptian was attempting to hide, or run, from someone or something. "As to why I am here. I travel. I plan to leave for Sythia on the morrow and then back to my old friends in the east." He hoped the Japanese man would awknowlege him. By the behaviour of these women he was also not the most welcome of people.

"The Kami have seen fit to guide my presence here Hime-san, or is it Miko-san." He replied to the lady that the one with the neko Kami had identified as a priestess before turning to answer the speaker of abomidable Ōsaka-ben. "It is polite to offer your own name before requesting it of others."

As Benten-sama had being doing before, he trusted the Kami to make his words understandable to these strange peoples.

Cozcalt turned for just a moment, and crossed her stare with the egyptian priestess, as to look for an explanation, or a suggestion about what to do. Her wrist was firm on her grip over the bone handle of her stone knife, willing to fight to protect the Priestess with her life if necessary, if this encounter came to blows, although she didn't raised the blade to point at any of the outsiders around them. She was more afraid of the large man with the large leather and metal macana, as she felt something gentle on the man with the slits-for-eyes who bowed a lot. Her kind, after all, was entirely committed to fight and protect the priests of the sun pantheon.

Guaco kept translating to her mind every word spoken by all those present, including Nefertari, a fact that looked strange to her, because the woman, being a priestess, should be able to speak on her native Nahualt. Was she really a Nahualt? Was she really a priestess of the snake god after all?

Yet she had said We are on an important mission..., including her, so after all, the priestess had recognized her, and was ready to tell her about the quest the gods have imposed over them. If just these strangers could...If just they were in the jungle, where she was able to dissappear unseen...

Ocelotl, the jaguar, just laid down where he was, purring a bit more, and looking sleepy, if not entirely bored...

I hate cities, I hate stone, I hate them so much, she muttered to herself in Nahualt, with barely a whisper, although for her nuisance, the parrot still translated the words out loud in greek for the rest of those present.

"I am merely on a mission from my gods," Nefertari snapped at the tall man . "What else would you expect?"

"And I am clueless to what you are trying to say," she turned towards the other man. Yet when he spoke to the large man, it was definately more decipherable. Is this man trying to play with my head? "It is true, what he says," she added, pointing to the strange-speaking man, but addressing the large man.

That is when the parrot squawked a response again. Nefertari glanced at her comrade and made a half-smile. She wasn't someone to hate cities, but she disliked this one already. "Let us do what we were meant to do, then continue on our way," Nefertari said in egyptian, unsure if she should address the parrot or the woman.