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From: Amemshehu
Date: 06 Jun 2000
Time: 08:01:14
Walking through the darkened streets of Amenti with a purposeful stride, Amemshehu paused to smirk. Golden mummies, indeed. Her Ka was possessed of a fanciful sense of humor. Her two halves certainly knew how to influence each other, though...the inspiration for this perilously-wreckless trip into the unknown was, no doubt, due to the urgings of her more passionate side.
Notices had been placed with the various navigators and their crews regarding the possible excursion near the docks overlooking the black waters that stretched into what she called Infinity. Their expressions showed curiosity and fear...though fear, mainly, of the unknown. Most of these skiffpilots had never been outside the charted routes and coastline, but when they did they encountered horrific beasts...that was not to mention that some skiffs never returned. And what of that? Was Amenti so truly a paradise that no one would ever wish to leave? The island she had visited was, by no means, a horrific place. The portal she saw, that the wraiths leapt into, seemed more of an escape to her. Was fear the only thing that kept the Amentians here? A sad, sad precedent, if that was the truth of it, for the necropolis was crumbling bit by bit. The fear of the new, it seemed, provided as potent a bond as the most durable Soulsteel chains.
Nothing lasts forever, she reminded herself as she walked.
She had placed notices with the Council that she wished to require large amounts of capital for the purposes of construction. This was, of course, nothing new, as many of the Seshet had arranged for palatial houses to be constructed for them and staffed with a full compliment of servants. The individual members of the Council would, if they felt utility for her services, send word of what they required. She had sat on this same Council not four days prior as advisor, listening to their lengthy squabbles and deliberations. The same posturing she had experienced four millenia ago was still present in Amenti today. What a waste. It was, however, amusing. And it was home. That alone held a certain nostalgia to it.
The capital for the boat and a gathering of a crew insane enough to explore the unknown...these were, by no means, simple tasks, and might take a very long time unless she found a shortcut of some kind...
As she reached the doorway to her library, the guards reflexively crossed their weapons to block her, withdrawing them meekly as they saw her irritation. The Wizard entered the archive, the doors opening and closing behind her, and relaxed into an evening of quiet study as she dreamt of worlds beyond the one she called home.