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Who let this peasant in here?
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((*mun throws fem!Joey and the runs away*))
Who let this peasant in here?
Application for Priest Seth/Set
High Priest of the court, a man from humble and small beginnings that managed to climbed the ranks has joined this story. With whisper of his origins spoken behind his back he holds his head high and his morals set. Where will this man steer the story of Kemet?
Ah~! A Priest Seth welcome to the group, have to say I enjoy what I see. I can't wait to see you in action and what stories you bring to this group. Just make sure to put your affiliation of Tales of Kemet and a link that leads back to the group, as well as follow everyone that's in the group. Also the more headcanons the more interesting it is as I say so welcome~
~Yoly
Set didn't flinch or make any expression that he was interested. "I am not interested in anything having to do with you. I merely heard rumours of your presence and had to see it with my own eyes. Stay away from the palace, Dark One."
"Of course. ... I forgot. You are, after all, entirely incorruptible."
He stepped back and began to melt into the shadows along the wall. As he did, he shot him a shit-eating smile.
"Of course, as you have not made any covenant with Me, I am afraid that is a promise I have no obligation or interest in keeping. I wonder who will get there faster - you, or Me? Ku ku ku!"
Something about being told that he was incorruptible stroked his ego in the slightest, making him smirk at the notion. "You are right about one thing." He scoffed, but kept his arms folded with the rod grasped tightly in his hand. "I will not inform you of his location, you can figure that on your own, foul god."
"I can and I will."
He eyed the Rod with interest, briefly considering making a move for it before deciding against it. The Thief had already taken a Rod - they did not need another.
"... But enough about him. You approached Me, human. Was it, perhaps... to make a covenant of sorts?"
"As far as I'm aware, he hasn't doomed us all yet. In this stage, I can be sure that he won't turn traitor." He spoke adamantly. In truth, he had mixed feelings about Akhenaden, but he still grew up to respect him as an elder through his ascent into priesthood.
"Yes, yes. An idealistic priest, then, not unlike yourself. Incorruptible, or so you all insist! ... I know how it is."
Humans were all the same, in the end.
"Now, boy. ... Tell Me where I can find him."
Set heaved a sigh. "Nothing more than a case of a youth spell. You won't touch him in this state unless you wish to go through me." His eyes narrowed and he kept his sturdy stance.
"Go through you? My very horns are shaking at the thought. Though I must say - for someone so angry at his father, you are rather protective of him.”
"Tch. If he wished to betray the pharaoh, then I don't share any compassion for a traitor. However, at the moment Lord Akhenaden is under a spell--" He cut himself off, the Dark God needn't know too much on current affairs.
"… Ho?"
His mind was far away from his own current troubles - troubles he wouldn’t want any of these enemies to know about. Scheming was his forte and his greatest pleasure, after all.
"A spell, you say? You’ve piqued My curiosity ~"
Set grimaced upon the title. "I claim no relations to the man I once considered my elder."
"Such a shame. He is a favourite of Mine, Myself. You should speak to him again. Catch up. Not many humans have the great honour of shedding their humanity for the greater good!"