Kelly suspected that this fat man was overestimating her station. She was a history teacher, she didn't have access to politicians or businessmen. Although she supposed that as a somewhat famous archeologist, Max could get her introductions with others who could eventually lead her to higher corridors of power. "While I appreciate your faith in my talents, I'm not sure you accurately estimate my position." Kelly stated first before continuing, "But if it'll help both of us then I'll do my best to express your interests to those whom you wish. We have a deal."
Natasha sigh, knowing there is no chance to awoid it. "Nice to hear that sir. May I ask against who they won battle? And how much are these greatest warriors? Ten? Kohort? Legion?" She asked knowing she didn't have any other choice, as she was walking on all four. "I suspect your father take you with himself too on this battle, to teach his heir how to comand." She said.
She hurries along behind him, and Mori finds himself back in the throne room he remembers being in before he fell unconscious.
"We'll put you where you need to be to catch the eyes of the right people, I assure you." He produces a paper from his robe, curiously already written with the contract, and an empty space for her to sign. When she does, the man snaps his fingers, before a guard hands him the stone. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Kelly can't deny that it's true. The blue stone, about the size of her fist, shines mysteriously, as he hands it to her. "Be careful, when you find Anai. She killed off your order once." He warns. "If necessary, work as she does: Use your charm to make others fight the battle for you."
"Some rebels in the North of the city. And they number a century." He grins, pulling her along. At one point, she sees a courtyard out of the window, filled with rank after rank of warriors. "I was there, yes. Why?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Phew, alright, we made it." Mori sighed, "Okay, so let's see. If my hunch if correct, that means that gate or whatever they're talking about is somewhere here. Let's start with that strange fixture." He said as he tries to reach for the light generating thing above the room.
Kelly examined the orb intently for a time before she turned her attention back to the fat man. "Thank you." she said genuinely. "I don't suppose you'd be so kind as to guide me those who might assist with such things?"
Natasha wonder after which one warrior she will pass out for good. After five? Ten? Twenty-five? "Oh, nothing sir. I just see that you have different talents from your father, but I'm sure your father are still very proud of you." She said hoping that he tell her something about his abilities. He is probably mage or priest, so better to get him know better.
Looking around, he sees that the shimmer is still there, right above the throne, but there's no light source. Instead, it seems to be some sort of...vortex...warping the light around it.
"Of course. There are many ways to get violence done in this city." He smiles. "Firstly, there are creatures and beasts here who excel in bloodletting. You may have even come across some already. I'm sure your charms could make them your servants. Then, there are my guards." He gestures to the huge ebony skinned men flanking the litter. "I confess, they're something of a status symbol for me, not something I actually need - no one's trying to kill me." He laughs. "They could aid you, but you'd have to make it worth their while. Lastly, I've heard of some soldiers from your time being here. If you could find them, you might persuade them."
"Proud of me?" He chuckles. "I'm a disciple to the sorceress queen Anai herself!" He boasts. "Father should be in fear of me. What good is a sword, when I can incinerate you with my mind?"
"Huh, w-what the hell is that." Mori gulped, "No, no, must be some magic. Eloise-chan, come here." He shakes his head, deciding to take the risk. He holds onto the doctor's hand, as he reaches for the vortex. Please let it be a gate, please let it be a gate! The smuggler thought to himself as he shuts his eyes.
Natasha smile to hersellf, getting know valube information. So this young guy is ambitious and have magic powers. Sure, magic is usefull like everything else but have also weaknesses. She just need to find them out. " Oh, that is amazing sir. Your presence on the battlefield must be most important part of victory." She said. Come one, tell me what kind spells did you use. I have to know what expected from you. "I heard about queen Anai. Stories tells that she take only most brilliant and handsome men to her inner circle. She must be beautiful." She said walking beh9him.
Kelly caught her lower lip between her teeth and thumbed her wedding ring. She looked over her host's guards and felt her pulse quicken. They were all impressive specimens and in her mind she pictured them dominating her with their lust. Her eyes caught her husband's he was close by and paying attention to her conversation, as was Lark, and for a moment she let her imagination run away with her. An excited smile came across her face. "Once again I thank you for your helpfulness sir. If that concludes our business, I'd like to take you up on your offer and come to terms with your guards for their service." After a slight bow, Kelly deftly returned to her husband and Lark where she delivered the second orb to Max and gave him a quick kiss. She then stood poised and addressed the columns of guards. "Gentlemen, your employer has informed me that your services are available for negotiation. My husband and I seek to find the tomb of Queen Anai. As you may know she betrayed a massacred my sisters. My Goddess desires vengeance. Yet I am no warrior, and am unable to complete this task myself. I seek aid. Your aid." Kelly walked among the guards, her hands reached out to graze against the taut muscle of the assembled men. She let her aura permeate the hall and wash over the men. "I'm ready to grant you all whatever I can that you might desire in return for this aid. Who among you might be willing to assist me?"
When he opens his eyes, he's not in the tomb anymore. Nile River, ???? The first thing Mori feels is the harsh Egyptian sun on his body, the next is the golden throne he's sitting on. Looking around, he sees that he's on some sort of pleasure barge, cruising down what must be the Nile, behind him a palace that he instinctively knows is his. Ahead of him are the larger ships of his navy, screening for threats, and behind him he sees hundreds of smaller boats carrying noblemen and women of his court. Looking along either bank of the river, Mori sees hundreds and hundreds of people, cheering at the sight of him. "Great pharaoh!" Looking in front of him, a man stands, bowing deeply. "I bring news from the West. Our scouts have located the old city." Heshem, Mori's bodyguard/adviser states. The man points over the water, to the right bank, and as he does, Mori sees in the water that his reflection is not his own. Instead of the fat, bloated body he's used to, Mori sees and feels youthful once more, with a body that is small and diminuitive - a man grown, but one boyish enough in appearance to sometimes fool people. Disoriented, Mori is assaulted by memories that don't belong to him. Suddenly, he isn't a smuggler from Kabukicho, but the son of pharaoh Akram II, lord of Upper and Lower Egypt. After his father's death, Akram III has now inherited his position, going on a Nile cruise to introduce himself to his loving people. Though his boyish appearance have made some think that Akram is unworthy of the throne, those people have been silenced by his mother and generals, and now Akram appears on the verge of discovering the City of Set. "My sweet, sweet boy." Mori/Akram hears his mother's voice, sweet as honey, in his ear, and turns to face her. Though naked, a show of humility in the face of her husband's death, Atema, the queen mother of Egypt is an incredibly powerful woman still. Luckily, she loves her son. "About to find the city after so long. Your father would be so proud." She strokes his cheek. "Have you given any thought to this woman Anai? The sorceress is from another time. She claims to be able to aid you." "What the fuck?" From behind him, Mori/Akram hears Eloise speak in pure confusion. Turning, he sees her, curves pronounced by a flimsy Egyptian robe, with the jewellery of a slave. "Shut up, girl! How dare you speak out of turn!" Atema chastises the woman, though not too cruelly. (Sorry if that was a clusterfuck. Did my best to make the time travel thing not be too incoherent.)
"You have no idea." He grins. "My powers fried the enemy general, and scared off the enemy cavalry. Horses don't like fireballs, you see." The young sorcerer chuckles. He continues to lead her, going down stairs toward the courtyard. "Heh, you think I'll go easy on you if you flatter me, slave? Anai is... Beyond description. Powerful, stunning... She allures you like nothing else."
Natasha sigh. "If you prefer I can be more rudish if that please you. Sure, you have power and right to punish me whatever you want... Well except killing me, because in that way you will have to pay back your father." She said as she carefull step down on the stairs. Walking down on the all four it isn't easy. " Yes, I will believe your words then. I have feelings that I will meet her soon in one way or another. " She said as they coming closer to the army.
"Good luck, then. I look forward to our next meeting." He snaps his fingers, and Kelly is lifted back down. As her hands brush against the men's torsos, she feels pure muscle, harder than any man she's ever touched before. Disciplined as they are, Kelly sees that her aura affects them like it does any other men, and soon they start to show the physiological signs of arousal that she's become attuned to: Dialated pupils, increased breathing rate, and of course, massive bulges pressing against their loincloths. Lark watches with some interest, while Max begins to lick his lips subconsciously. The huge guards move closer, beginning to surround Kelly as they get closer. "I lead, here." The tallest says, voice low and incredibly masculine. "We can help, for a price. But we are a brotherhood. We must all be served equally well. Are you up to that?"
"Relax, lady." He chuckles, and looks at her kindly. "I was just joking. I tell you what." He pauses before they reach the courtyard. "You have some powers, right? If you want, I can ask my father to make you my assistant. You'll have to work hard, but you'll be able to stand up on your feet - maybe even be free someday. Hell, it's not inconceivable that Queen Anai could make you a disciple." He shrugs. "You'd still have to reward the army first, though. Father will insist on that."
(No worries, it was a fun read!) "Huh... wha... where?" Mori/Akram said in a hushed tone as his surrounding changed, while his body, oddly felt lighter. What the hell is this? This strange feeling. What the hell happened? He pondered, as his advisor spoke, followed by the sweet sound of his mother's voice. Huh, what, I'm sure I never heard my mother's voice before. He thought to himself, turning to see the barely clothes milf. "A... nai? Ah... yes, she may prove... useful." He said, still unsure what's going on, until he spots Eloise, wearing an old fashioned harem dress. "Mother, please... I'll he sure to discipline her later." Mori/Akram raised his hand, smiling at the "slave" a smile that was out of place on a young man's face, a smile Eloise only saw on the fat smuggler.
