#temple of khnum

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Temple of Khnum, Esna

[didoofcarthage]

Upper Part of the Great Portico, Esna by Francis Bedford

English, dated March 15, 1862

albumen print mounted on card

Royal Collection Trust

[ancientstuff]

Spectacular ceiling frescoes discovered in the Temple of Khnum at Esna

In the Temple of Khnum at Esna, Upper Egypt, German and Egyptian researchers have uncovered a series of vibrantly-colored ceiling frescoes.

Absolutely stunning relief. So much remaining colour.

[knowledgeistreasure]

Temple of Khnum, Egypt

[birdcagesanddemons]

Temple of Khnum, Esna, Egypt 

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[archaeologistd]

Temple of Khnum, Egypt

[stitpics]

Detail on an unplaced block at the Temple of Khnum on Elephanine Island in the Nile at Aswan, Egypt.  I’ve always been fascinated by the scattered un reconstructed ruins and the interesting things they show.  You can see the trade-mark granite rocks of this area in the background.

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[fryaevinn]

Zubnajaires early years..

Zubnajaire was born a street kid in the massive desert port-city of Kazabul the main trade hub for the Mork’uran empire. He grew up in the harsh slums near the docks where the young either learnt fast or got thrown into the sea that the people believed street-kids came from. At a young age he learned the art of pain(that he both took and gave) using his fists, crafting

crude knuckledusters from stone with cloth inner padding and tied together using rope. Earning his first name Tahtim(Shattered Stone) after fighting one of the elder kids he started leading a small band of street-prowlers that he grew up with. They started a business of both protected the more shady merchants wondering the docks and ambushed the un-suspecting ones at the same time.

On his 18th year a new Amir of Kazabul gained power and under the request of the Merchant guild led a crack-down on the dock district, increasing the city-guard and posting bounties. As

he was celebrating drunkenly down the streets he was ambushed by a group of city-guards led by a disgruntled merchant that he targeted the week before. He was thrown in an old dungeon bustling with the hundred new intakes from the docks. 

After a few weeks and a hundred broken bones later the guards pulled him from the dungeon and placed him in the ‘hotbox’ a room too small to even sit heating him at the mercy of the piercing sun. Days passed and the heat slowly seeped into his mind, hallucinations slipped through the cracks of the room with the sun taunting him with their freedom. falling in and out of consciousness he soon lost track of time floating in a stasis of the universe. 

After what seemed an eternity he was pulled from the horror room and collapsed onto the floor, the sudden dread of what had happened and of having to go back into the room put a shock of panic through him, pleading he tried to look up grabbing at an ankle, but it wasn’t the guard that pulled him from the room.

Tahtim squinted at the figure above him, a large man with a deep red beard and hair stared back. “He will do,” The man said his voice contradicting his harsh features they floated smooth and serene into Tahtims ears. The man bent over placing his hand under Tahtims chin “you will now be called Zubnajaire.“ The word reverberated in his mind.

Disrupting the serene words that floated in his mind the guards with a grunt grabbed him from behind and dragged him off...