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Civis Romanus
posted 03-05-00 15:10 ET (US)         
All interested story writers are welcome to join in! This is a new story thread intended to be a sequel to "In The Court of Tut-Ankh-Amun." You may want to read this story in The Senet House to understand the direction of this sequel.


STYLE: Adventure with humorous passages.

TONE: Dramatic, interspersed with humor.

CONSTRUCTION: Short or long entries.

SETTING: Initially, Ancient Rome. Primarily, Egypt, 1920's (circa May 1922)

CHARACTERS: (Added and updated as the story progresses)
Civis Romanus: Military Commander of the Legions of Ancient Rome. Adventurer, Swordsman. Alias: Roberto, Count di Civis, a noble with estates in Lomardia, near Bergamo.
Jayhawk: Seraph (angel) with god-like powers. Alias: Jason Hawke, a scholar living in Rome, across from Castello di Angeli.
Howard Carter: Archaeologist
Lord Carnarvon: Earl of Carnarvon, philanthropist.
Imhotep: Royal Physician who supplied poison that killed Tut-Ankh-Amun. Undead through the power of the scarab ring. Seeks revenge on Akhensenamen.
Gustavia: Friend of Civis and Jayhawk. Works with her 'Uncle' Howard Carter in this era.
Ramesses: Descendant of a famous ancient Egyptian.
MRed: Friend of Gustavia, Civis and Jayhawk; Aviatrix w/Fokker biplane in this era.
Seti: Friend of Ramesses.
Ankhensenamen: Former Queen/Sister of Tut-Ankh-Amun. Rescued from Ancient Egypt into the time of Pax Romana by Titanicus and others. Factoid: Unlike many other queens of Egypt, her mummy and burial site has never been found.
Nephisis: Consort of Ramesses



[This message has been edited by Civis Romanus (edited 03-23-2000).]

posted 03-14-00 02:15 ET (US)     76 / 150       
Knock!! Knock!! Knock!!

Startled, Civis sat up in his bed in a hurry, knocking down the pole holding the mosquito netting, and getting himself all tangled up in it.

"Wwwhhat?" Civis demanded in a grumpy voice, attempting to free himself from the mess.

"Who is it?"

"Ah sir, just the bellman, with your wake-up."

"Oh. What time is it, anyhow?" Civis had finally managed to untangle himself, and getting out of bed, stretched mightitly.

"Oh, sir, just coming on dawn, like you asked. I will just leave the tray with the food you ordered on it out here, if you wish." The bellman waited for an answer.

"No, I'm coming," Civis said, hurrying to the door, where the smells of the eggs and bacon were wafting under it.

He opened the door, and took the tray, managing to give the bellman a nice tip, and then, shutting the door, set the tray on the table by the window.

"Hmmmmm," he thought to himself. "I wonder why I don't hear any noise from MRed's room." Her room was the next one down the hall.

"Maybe she is eating her breakfast right now, and isn't making any noise."

Little did he know the fate his friends were facing at that very moment................


Eminence Grise
posted 03-14-00 08:38 ET (US)     77 / 150       
The small group had walked over to the ferry crossing the Nile. The streets seemed oddly deserted, even taking into account the time of night. The fog tendrils that crawled through the streets like demented snakes still glowed with that unearthly light.
"Strange, " Jayhawk whispered to his darkhaired companion.
"I've never seen fog this colour before..."
"You worry to much, " Gustavia replied.
"Civis has never let us down before."

They board the ferry, which, except for a shadowy boatman seems also deserted. Civis limps off to help the boatman.
"I've got a funny feeling about this, " Jayhawk mumbles.
He turns to see Carter, Carnarvon and MRed share a smoke on the front deck. They seem to be perfectly happy
A soft footfall behind him makes him turn again towards the boatman.

"Just hold it there, featherbrain" Civis snarles through his teeth. He seems to fray at the edges, with strips of cloth hanging from his arms. Pulled close to him, and arm around her neck he hold Gustavia pinned, the gun pointing at her head.

Behind him half a dozen decayed figures can be seen, carrying an array of bronze age weaponry.

"Imhotep" the angel hisses between clenched teeth.

[This message has been edited by Jayhawk (edited 03-14-2000).]

(id: Angel Zen)
posted 03-14-00 09:13 ET (US)     78 / 150       
Behind the scene Jayhawk notices a cloud quickly approaching. He thought to himself, "Oh Good... at least Reckless Rodent will give us a hand at this situation." But just as he finished his thought, the cloud disappeared.
"Just a real cloud, I guess."

On top of his stealth cloud Zen looks out... only to see the tense situation unfolding below. Imhotep! What is he doing there? Wasn't he dead from long ago?

It'd be a real shame for a brand new Angel to be taken out within days of her inauguration. "I must do something, ", Zen thought. So he creates a diversion. He incants,

&Create_Storm( -strength=>fierce,

The sudden arrival of the storm took Imhotep by surprise. Just in time for ...

[This message has been edited by Angel Zen (edited 03-14-2000).]

Civis Romanus
posted 03-14-00 11:48 ET (US)     79 / 150       
Gustavia quickly thinks through the situation. She's an angel, right? No need to fear Imhotep. He can't hurt her. Yet she can't reveal she is an angel, just as Jayhawk can't reveal the truth of his own identity. What a pickle.

At risk, really, are Carter, Carnarvon and MRed. Wait! Where is Civis? And where in blazes did this sudden storm come from? Gustavia gives a quizzical look at Jayhawk. He rolls his eyes upwards to signal to Gustavia that one of their own had 'influenced' the situation and created the storm to harrass Imhotep. Gustavia's expression changes to one of understanding. Her body relaxes even as the storm intensifies.

The boat rocked back and forth as the storm and its high winds whipped up waves on the surface of the normally benign Nile. Even the crocodiles had taken cover. Imhotep, power of the ring and all, knew better than to try to navigate the Nile during a storm. He patiently waited for the storm to subside. They were usually brief in this region, though spectacularly laden with lightning, thunder and wind. Odd that this one should occur with such suddenness and at the break of dawn, and mostly overhead. Unusual.

Meanwhile, at the hotel, Civis wandered into the lobby looking for his companions. Now fully dressed and ready for the business of the day and carrying a long narrow object looking like a rifle's case, he was passing by the front desk when the night clerk called out to him. "Back so soon, Sir?"

"What do you mean back so soon?"

"Why, nothing Sir," hesitated the night clerk. "It's just that I'm surprised you have returned from the Valley already. Where are your companions? Have they returned as well? Shall I have breakfast prepared for them?"

"Returned from where????!" asked the increasingly puzzled and concerned Roman.

"The Valley, Sir. They left with you for the Valley last night. Miss MRed asked me to tell her assistants to take the aircraft parts to the airport directly. That she was going to the Valley."

"How do you get to the Valley this time of day?" asked Civis, dread rising in his chest.

"By the Luxor Ferry, Sir. Just a short distance away." Civis turned on his heels and ran out of the lobby and into the pathway leading to the ferry landing. The night clerk stared after him with an odd expression on his face. Civis didn't pay much attention to the young man and woman dressed in ancient Egyptian attire just outside of the lobby. After all, this was Egypt. What's so unusual about ancient Egyptian clothing? He's seen it before...hundreds of years before. Right now he had other things on his mind. Like what may have befallen his friends, and whether the sword in his case would be adequate in this age of mechanical devices that released nearly invisible pellets of lead.

As he ran he couldn't help but notice the now dissipating thunder cloud parked right over the ferry landing, the ferry itself, and the people standing or holding onto something on the rocking boat.

He was closer now. Two individuals, a man and a woman, were standing close together with a number of odd grey toned people behind them. The man had an object near the woman's head. She reminded Civis of Gustavia...It is Gustavia! And the man holding the object...yes...I remember him...Imhotep!

Civis slowed his pace trying to decide what to do... A plan... I need a plan, he thought.

posted 03-14-00 12:03 ET (US)     80 / 150       
Suddenly, the sky darkened even more, the wind began to to howl and sheets of rain appeared out of nowhere. Only by the flashes of terrible lightening was it possible to see.

And it was not a pretty picture.

Gustavia could barely breathe for the noxious fumes coming from Imhoptep's decaying body. She struggled to move against his grip.

"I must not be sick," she thought as she pondered her situation. Angel Jay was rolling his eyes around, "he must be feeling sick, too," she thought.

Imhoptep was moving back, giving some room in case Angel Jayhawk and the others attempted a wild rescue attempt, dragging Gustavia with him, but never releasing his grip on the gun he held at her head. He moved toward the gangplank of the ferry, giving signals to his men to attack the others.

Now, Imhoptep's small army were not academy trained, in fact they only had sharp pointy sticks and not so sharp pointy brains. His gestures seem to indicate that they should hold in tight formation instead of engage all enemies. Obediently, they began to huddle together, facing each other in a tight circle. The comraderie and closeness began to work on them, it seemed like a good idea to start singing the songs they had learned at the fort a long time ago.

Imhoptep moved closer to the gangplank, dragging Gustavia with him and....


Civis Romanus
posted 03-14-00 15:51 ET (US)     81 / 150       
Imhotep never loosened his grip on Gustavia, keeping the gun pointed at her head; but he couldn't take his eyes off his resurrected minions. What in Amun-Ra's name are they doing?
The circle of twelve zombie-like ancient Egyptians had placed their arms on each others shoulders and were stepping left, stepping right, then stepping inwards twice and outwards twice while trying to sing some obsure little ditty. Their voices, being over 2,000 years old and dead for most of that time, sounded like the pointed parts of a pound of iron nails being scraped on coarse sandpaper.

Imhotep's already putrid and partially decayed jaw dropped open even more as he saw his "army" completely ignore his command. "I said 'advance' not 'dance', you fools!" cried out Imhotep. But the ancient Egyptian warriors didn't respond. And Imhotep became thoroughly absorbed by their activities, as did the others still on the ferry. Gustavia was almost forgotten. Except by one...

Gustavia felt something tap her right shoulder. She moved her eyes right, but only her eyes. A sword hilt! Stay calm girl. The sword hilt moved away. Something told her mind to duck as Imhotep's distraction caused him to loosen his grip on her. She ducked. Imhotep, startled, instinctively fired his weapon, but the shot found nothing but air. Gustavia had broken free.

Suddenly the gun went flying out of Imhotep's hand, sent high into the air by the upstroke of the flat side of a short Roman sword. Imhotep spun himself around as behind him he heard his gun splash into the water of the Nile. He found himself looking into the intense blue eyes of an infuriated Civis Romanus, his sword pointed at Imhotep's throat.

"It's over, Physician!" said Civis.

"Only for the moment, Roman," replied Imhotep. Civis frowned. What's he mean by that? And briefly hesitated.

Civis failed to notice the silently swift movement of Imhotep's left hand into a hidden pocket and failed to avoid the handful of dust and debris the Egyptian threw into his face. Nor did the others have time to warn Civis or Gustavia as Imhotep threw on the ground a tiny object that on impact with the ground exploded into blinding light. All were sightless for the briefest of moments. Yet it was time enough for Imhotep to disappear from view and flee to nobody knew where. He left behind nothing but the stench of decay and 12 piles of dust and rags in a circle on the ferry where there had been dancing Egyptian warriors a moment before.

A short time later...

"I sure made a mess of that one, didn't I. I had him right at sword's point and let him get away," complained Civis as Gustavia poured fresh water from a canteen over Civis' eyes to irrigate away the dust caught there.

The angel smiled. "I wouldn't say that, Count. I think you did very well. There...That ought to get the grit out."

"Thanks," said Civis.

"Err...Count di Civis," said Carnarvon with Carter standing nearby. "Thank you for your assistance. But we have three questions."

Jayhawk casually walked over to hear what they were going to say.

Carnarvon continued. "First, what was that thing with the revolver? Second, what were those other things on the ferry; and third, how did you come to possess an authentic 1st century Roman legionnaire's sword in perfect condition?"

Uh oh, thought Jayhawk...

posted 03-14-00 16:09 ET (US)     82 / 150       
Civis.. how appropriate, they were doing the Cotton-eyed-Joe...
(id: Angel Zen)
posted 03-14-00 16:10 ET (US)     83 / 150       
Seeing that the storm didn't do much except turn Jayhawk & everyone else Green, Zen decides that more action must be taken.

Zen thought to himself, "It's unlike me to start a Flame War... but I guess that what I'll have to do."


Zzzzzz... *fizzle*. The turned blue for a moment, with a flashing message... what in the world is an "Illegal Operation?!" Zen tries again, remembering that these magical technologies still require quite a bit of detail.

&Lightning_Strike(-target=>"group of non-humans wielding sharp weapons",

The sky turned bright white.

On board, a bright streak of light tore through the sky, and landed on the ferry... on the circle of huddled soldiers. At the same instant there was a rumble so loud that everybody could feel it. Well, almost everybody.

Imhotep looked over at where the lightning struck, stunned that his army of soldiers have been reduced to nothing but ashes. Seizing the moment, Jayhawk pulled Gustavia from Imhotep's loosened grip.

"Your end is near," Jayhawk said.

"Nooo! I will have my revenge yet! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy your last moments above water!" Imhotep said. With that, he mumbled something, and vanished into sand grains that quickly blew away. In that same moment, the ferry began to take on water. Within seconds the entire ferry was submerged.

Zen sees this, and calls off the storm.


The storm quickly dissipates, but...

Oh dear... any body on that boat that DOESN'T know how to swim?

(id: Angel Zen)
posted 03-14-00 16:12 ET (US)     84 / 150       
ACK!... two posts snuck in before mine Oh well
Eminence Grise
posted 03-14-00 16:35 ET (US)     85 / 150       
Civis coughed and looked pleadingly at Jayhawk.
"Well, Lord Carnarvon, " that worthy replied.
"Sit down and have some Scotch."
"My gods, man, at this hour in the morning?"
"Trust me, you'll need it" the angel answered.

Jayhawk poured a couple of large measures of Scotch and took one himself. The glass cradled in his hand, his tan clothes unrumpled, he looked Carnarvon and Carter in the eyes.
"Gentlemen, I have to tell you a story."
Civis closed his eyes...

"A long time ago, one of Count di Civis ancestors, " Jayhawk began and Civis started to breath again.
"Got into a spot of trouble with an Egyptian priest. The priest put a curse on him, that has chased my friends family through the ages. The sword, is his ancestors sword. Actually, it's a replica of the sword, cast anew each time the old one was to worn to be passed on. Each time it got recast using the metal of the original sword.
An augur, a Roman seer, has predicted that only one of the blood of di Civis' ancestor can lift the curse. And he..."
"He what...? " Gustavia's voice sounded in his head.
"...needs the weapon to do so."
"This monster has near mortally wounded the dear count's wife."
Civis' eyes bulged.
"...and we've have followed it here. We think it houses in the Valley of Kings and we need your help."

Homage to thee, Osiris, Lord of Eternity, King of the Gods, whose names are manifold, whose forms are holy, thou being of hidden form in the temples, whose Ka is holy."
-- Book of the Dead (1240 BC)

posted 03-14-00 18:01 ET (US)     86 / 150       
Zen, if the boat had sank, it would have been OK, I just found out today I can breathe underwater
posted 03-14-00 19:48 ET (US)     87 / 150       
After Ramesses realized, that the group had left, he had sent the man to wake Civis up at dawn. But as Ramesses arrived in the Valley, something, was...different.
"Ramboy, why does this place seem... evil?" asked Seti.
" Huh, why, why, why, WHY! Out of all the places here on this Earth, why is THIS place evil?" said Ramesses.
Ramesses had known, that his step-father was there. But indeed, Ramesses knew that the Valley held secrets, even to that of Egyptian Royalty. Just then, a gush of wind came, and following that, came a man, Imhotep. Maybe this was where the beast lived. Ramesses, Nephisis, and Seti, magically transformed into people who looked like Americans.
"Great day, for a walk, huh Scotty?" said Ramesses, winking at Seti.
" Oh yes, perfect day for a walk in this great valley Ryan!" replied Seti, again winking.
" Oh, you two, it's all cloudy!" said Nephisis.
" It is pretty cloudy, but still good, Sarah!" said Ramesses, winking.
Just then Ramesses (Ryan) turned to say hello to Imhotep.
" So, it's a good day for a walk isn't it, here in this pretty landscape!" said Ramesses.
Imhotep muttered something in Egyptian, which Seti quickly said in English " he said, Oh yes, pretty good day, no go home, and leave me alone, pitiful citizens" translated Seti.
"All we have to do is find out which tomb he goes in, then we can tell the group!" said Nephisis.
Meanwhile, the boat was sinking, taking on water. Gustavia, whom could breathe under water, wasn't troubled. She helped the others to safety! She instantly knew, the Valley, is important, maybe Ramesses was there. She and the others escaped.
" That guy made me wanna puke!" said Gustavia.
" Oh i know the feeling" said Mred
" Why don't we go to the valley, maybe we can kill Imhotep?" said ARR.
Soon they had departed, for the Valley! As they went, strange things happened, they saw two children, playing near the river, then soon, they saw a crocodlie snatch one up. As strange things continued, Gustavia had the feeling, that to kill Imhotep, they must enter his realm, but how? They couldn't kill the mortals, maybe Ramesses knew the answer, after all, it is his job, to kill the evil one (with some assistance)...

the winking thing was about names. As Scotty was Seti, Ryan was Ramesses, and Sarah was Nephisis. The wink ment "play along" to confuse Imhotep!

The official snack food of Ramesses and Seti819: Tobasco Sauce Cheeze-its!

Civis Romanus
posted 03-14-00 20:52 ET (US)     88 / 150       
"Quite a story Mr. Hawke," replied the Earl of Carnarvon. "Absolutely smashing. Now it's not that I automatically believe in these curse things, but in my travels I have heard and seen oddities that have made me stop and wonder.
Nonetheless, my dear Count and yourself, Mr. Hawke, I truly wish you well as it appears the jolly fellow of this morning truly fits the description of an oddity. Then that strange dance and lightning bolt...why I do believe you might be onto something here! Smashing! Truly smashing! Well Mr. Hawke, speaking of curses, have you heard about the Pharaoh's Curse on Tut's tomb? Right-O. Let me tell you about it if I may."

Carter, Carnarvon and Jayhawk walked a little ways off with Carnarvon talking about the curse they found on the entrance of the tomb. Civis' heart resumed its normal rhythm. Gustavia watched the red of his face slowly change back to its normal coloration. The Roman opened the rifle case and put his sword back into the holder. MRed offered him a herbal. Civis declined, politely. MRed means well, he thought, but those things would put me in my grave faster than ten sword wielding barbarians.

Finally Civis simply said loudly. "I'm ready to go to the Valley. How about all of you?" They all turned and stared. A flashback memory caused them all to look questioningly at Civis. "Hey, wait a minute. I am the real Count Di Civis." A brief moment's hesitation and they all started laughing...and a second later, Civis joined in too.

Some time later, the barren expanse of the Valley of the Kings opened up before their eyes. Openings in the hills pointed out tombs already excavated. Farther into the valley they could see the outer edge of Carter's encampment. The truck they were riding headed directly for the camp bumping and bouncing on the makeshift road carved out of the level lower surfaces of the valley floor.

Soon they arrived. With memories still keen from the prior adventure, they knew immediately that Carter had indeed correctly located and was soon to open the multi-thousand year old tomb of the Boy-King of Ancient Egypt.

Civis Romanus
posted 03-14-00 21:08 ET (US)     89 / 150       
Gustavia: Honestly, I was thinking "generic American square dancing". I never heard of the Cotton-eyed Joe before you mentioned it.

[This message has been edited by Civis Romanus (edited 03-14-2000).]

Eminence Grise
posted 03-15-00 04:30 ET (US)     90 / 150       
Civis, even I've heard of Cotton Eyed Joe
Ramesses, you seem to keep getting out of synch, sorry...

The angel unfurled himself from the front seat and stepped out of the car. The sun was already beating down on the barren slopes of the East Valley. Egyptian work crews were digging at various points, some of them carrying out the last buckets full of debris from the tunnel before him.

Jayhawk walked down the sixteen steps and the small corridor, the light of the kerosene lantarn made the hieroglyphics carved in the ancient and sealed doorway seem to writhe as if they were trying to escape into the light. He looked at the glyphs, his fingers tracing their elegant shapes.
"What does it say? "Gustavia whispered, as she leaned over his shoulder.
"It says

As for him who shall destroy this inscription: He shall not reach his home. He shall not embrace his children. He shall not see success."
"Are you going to open it?"
"No" the angel answered quietly.
"Why not?"his friend asked when he didn't elaborate.
"It is not my Destiny."

"I say" Lord Carnarvon shouted from above, blocking some of the light and throwing crazy shadows on the door.
"These chappies, tell me they found hieroglyphics in there."
"They're right." Jayhawk repleid.
"Any clue as to what the mean, old man?"
"There's a cartouche here, that says Tut-Ankh-Amun."
"Jolly good!"

Moments later Carnarvon and Carter came down the steps. The latter carrying a hammer and chissel.
"Hold that light up for me, please?"
Jayhawk stepped back and held the light near the ceiling.
"Are you going to let him open it?" Custavia whispered as the pounding started.
"Yes...I will not fight Destiny."
She squeezed his shoulder, knowing well how hard it was for her friend, not to interfere on his friends behalf.

The pounding continued, seemingly reverberating through their very bones. Civis and MRed had come down the steps as well, watching in breathless anxiety how the hole in the tomb door slowly grew.

Then the pounding stopped. Jayhawk shivered as he tasted the 3000 year old air.
"Give us a light will you" Carter asked.
The Earl handed him a candle.
"Can you see anything?" he asked.
"Yes, " Carter replied "wonderful things"

For more information on the Valley of the Kings click here. If you only want to see maps of the tomb, click here and here.

[This message has been edited by Jayhawk (edited 03-16-2000).]

Civis Romanus
posted 03-15-00 11:07 ET (US)     91 / 150       
Jayhawk: Absolutely fabulous! I had the text of the real Howard Carter's comments at the opening of the tomb ready just in case it was needed. Thanks for adding the right touch!
posted 03-15-00 15:40 ET (US)     92 / 150       
this is why i resigned in the first place, get ready for complaints, as Seti has said the same things with me over emails: How come nobody ever adds Seti, or me, in here? Everytime i post i am "said to be not understanding" okay, i can't understand why everytime, maybe you should tell me what is happening? What why can't Ramesses not know that everybody is gone, he can't be a know-all! Second, only one time, one of posts was accepted, please tell me why this is happening! SOON, BEFORE I GET REALLY MAD!

The official snack food of Ramesses and Seti819: Tobasco Sauce Cheeze-its!

Civis Romanus
posted 03-15-00 22:34 ET (US)     93 / 150       
Ave Ramesses: I'll give an explanation a try because I would rather have you in the story threads than angry with us. If I can't help you, then only the Heaven's Angels and Cherubs are left to help you understand.

To make your addition to a story thread work you have to literally read the minds of your fellow writers. What they are thinking is usually revealed in the direction the story plot takes and what their characters are saying. Then you do your best to blend into the story. Only once in awhile is the plot direction revealed in a message like this.

I gave you three opportunities to blend in: 1) When I arranged for ARR to save you and send you to Luxor; 2) When I mentioned in passing two individuals dressed in ancient Egyptian clothes as Civis ran to the ferry; and 3)earlier when I directly suggested you find Civis' room and wake him up. Maybe you had timing problems that got in the way. I don't know, but if you had carried through on any of these three set-ups, you would have been in the story right away just as you were in the two previous stories. Regardless, now that you are in the Valley once more, I am working on a way to blend your characters in, including Seti, who I never intended to be excluded or suffer permanent amnesia.

But just a little advice to a new story thread forumer. Don't enter a story thread and write furiously paced segments that move through a plot too quickly. As Jayhawk (or was it ARR?) said, we don't usually move that fast.
Also, don't change your character so radically from one segment to another. For example, don't have your character appear as a boy, then transform to a pharaoh, then become real after being a spirit, then suddenly age from 12 years old to 22 years old almost at the same time. None of us can keep up with a character that changes or moves around so much.

And one last thing, none of our personal characters ever enters a story thread assuming they will be the character to solve the final puzzle, destroy the villain or make all matters right. Your character (Ramesses II) already is assuming it's the one who will finish off Imhotep. Maybe, maybe not. The fun of the story is we never truly know how it will end. That mystery is strictly in the minds of the authors as a group and often isn't decided until virtually the very end of the story. Oh, and as I said once before, we never kill off anyone's personal character without that author's permission.

I really do want you to enjoy writing in the story threads and am disappointed you are having so much trouble this time. Try to remember what I suggested above and I'm sure I and the other forumers will try to help you as much as we all can. This goes for Seti too.

-Civis Romanus

[This message has been edited by Civis Romanus (edited 03-15-2000).]

Eminence Grise
posted 03-16-00 04:41 ET (US)     94 / 150       
First let me second what Civis told you, Ramesses.
Then let me add some myself.

I've tried to work you and your characters into the story, but every time I had an idea on how to do that, you put in a post that makes what ever I thought up impossible.
We left a wide opening for the Seti mage/magic-bungling character, he never shows up.
I thought up a complete sideline in Luxor on how the local 'kids' could help us, you end up somewhere else.
There were a few more of those occasions, where your sudden plot changes ruined your possible participation.

Another reason for these stories to go slow is that it gives people the time to react to changes of plot direction. However, if these are too fast and furious, peopel will drop out of the story, as they can't make any contributions.
We had a few story threads that had these kind of changes and there were only one or two people posting there, the rest left for a quieter setting.

As Civis said, it's not that we don't want you participating, but we do want you to keep in line/tone/style with the rest of the story...

Back to that story...

Eminence Grise
posted 03-16-00 05:04 ET (US)     95 / 150       
As Carter cut away some more of the door, Carnarvon brought out an electric torch and pointed it through the opening.
"Marvelous..." he sighed.
Carter, without looking back pushed a ringbinder and pencil into Jayhawk's hands.
"Notes, man, make notes. This is amazing..."

Jayhawk accepted the writing implements and started writing as Carter was telling him and the others what he saw.
"There are strange, dark effigies of the king, wearing golden sandals and maces. I can see gilded couches decorated with infernal beasts and monsters. Flowers and alabaster vases. A black shrine with a monstrous golden cobra device...there's even a golden throne."
"Can you see more?" Carnarvon asked.
" alabaster wishing cup. It's beautiful...."

Jayhawk felt a lump in his throat as he remembered the cup he'd gifted the Boy King, months ago...or millenia ago.

"There's...there's, there's a statue hidden in the ruins of a chariot. No, not ruins, it looks like it was taken apart."
"Is it the tomb...?" Carnarvon asked breathlessly.

The angel and his friends knew the answer was yes, subjectively it had been only a few months ago that they had stood at this selfsame site.

"It might be the tomb, " Carter replied.
"I can see another doorway. Two statues seem to guard it. More seals, I'm sure I recognize the cartouches."

"We need to go back to Luxor" Carter said.
"We need to inform Engelbach."

Carefully the closed the hole, replaced the wooden grid in front of the first door and drove back to Luxor.
The angel was strangly quiet...

Carter's diary

posted 03-16-00 15:38 ET (US)     96 / 150       
Jayhawk, i have only posted 5 times in the story, once every week, i think that is plenty of time, here, you post about me, then i will come in AFTER okay?

The official snack food of Ramesses and Seti819: Tobasco Sauce Cheeze-its!

Civis Romanus
posted 03-16-00 16:12 ET (US)     97 / 150       
Work for the day had ceased. Howard Carter had returned to Luxor with Carnarvon to prepare for the next phase in excavations. Careful recordkeeping would be necessary as many objects of tremendous archaeological importance and great monetary value were visible from the small opening made that day. The four travellers stayed behind in Carter's headquarters campsite, knowing their quest did not require a return to Luxor.

Civis sat with his friends all of whom were absorbed and quiet. Near him was the side of the tented enclosure. He reached over and felt the material. What was it Jayhawk called it? Yes, canvas. Nothing like it existed in his time. He wondered if it was fireproof. Ever since his days in Parthia Civis sought tenting material that would not explode into flames at the least provocation. So far, nothing. Maybe this 'canvas' would be the answer? He continued to speculate until Jayhawk interrupted his thoughts.

"We will start our search tomorrow. The excavations will go slowly for awhile as Carter is a very detail minded explorer. He will catalog everything he finds in a very methodical manner. It will be days before anyone can get near the painted wall with the symbol Imhotep seeks because it is in the chamber behind the two statues. That chamber will not be opened immediately. Meanwhile we must find Imhotep's grave."

"Then I think I'll turn in," said Civis through a barely stifled yawn. "Good night, all." The farewell courtesy was returned in kind. Civis began his walk to his tent. Relatively cool night for the desert, he thought. Then he heard a hissing sound coming from near his tent. Then a voice, "Roman." And a second voice, feminine, "Civis, please. Over here."

Civis Romanus followed the voices and found standing behind his tent three young adults. Recognition began to edge its way into his mind. "I know you...but from where, or more appropriately from when? Yes, you're the man who followed us the other's Seti, isn't it. And are. Well, by the gods, Ramesses and Nephisis! But how?"

Nephisis glanced over at Ramesses who nodded his approval. She approached Civis and placed a friendly kiss of greeting on his cheek. The Roman almost blushed. She said,"We have been summoned to help. Amun-Ra does not approve of Imhotep's powers and their use. Our Ka and mortal remains have been enjoined and we have been returned to life for a time. We are here, but we are not here. The angel will understand."

Actually, Civis did understand, almost; for Jayhawk had been steadily filling the Roman's mind with facts about ancient Egyptian culture and beliefs. "I am very pleased you are here. But how do you plan to help?"

Ramesses answered, "We know the area of Imhotep's tomb." Civis' eyes opened wide. "We must go to Jayhawk immediately. Follow me," he said. And so they did.


Here you go Ramesses and Seti. Take your time and go with the flow. Welcome aboard

[This message has been edited by Civis Romanus (edited 03-16-2000).]

posted 03-16-00 20:39 ET (US)     98 / 150       
This is a time of great rejoicing for me and Seti819!!!! Thank yous!

The official snack food of Ramesses and Seti819: Tobasco Sauce Cheeze-its!

posted 03-16-00 20:45 ET (US)     99 / 150       
The people reached a wall, that was only 1-foot thick. Carter wondered, why only a foot, was this a rushed tomb?
Meanwhile, in the Valley, the group had set up their own camp! This one, was to find Imhotep, but Ramesses was thinking about something...
"So, do all of you know what it takes to kill an immortal creature?" said Ramesses.
"A Immortal Weapon!" sharpely snapped Civis.
"Yes, yes, and we currently have, one,two,three,,four, five, six, i think that should do it!" said Nephisis.
Ramesses set up his tent, it was more luxorious, but then again, it cost alot more money! Nephisis looked over at Nephisis, then at Seti, as if wanting to speak, but didn't he knew that there were troubles ahead, too much trouble!

The official snack food of Ramesses and Seti819: Tobasco Sauce Cheeze-its!

posted 03-17-00 18:25 ET (US)     100 / 150       
MRed, sitting quietly in front of her tent, staring into the flames of the fire burning there, was thinking about many things.

"I wonder if the bolts got back to the plane, and if those guys will put them back into the engine in the right order? And will they remember to tighten them a little at a time, so as to not ruin the torque? I wonder......"

The thoughts swirled around and around, and she sat smoking one herbal after another.

On the outskirts of her hearing, the conversation of the other members of the group lent a soothing atmosphere to her musings.....

Suddenly the stillness of the night was broken by.......


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