Path to Greatness. [open/Osir's group]

[osir]

OOC: This is one of two other locations for Osir's group. It is not located in the palaces, but rather near its grounds. The place for the group is a sort of ritualistic temple, with many dark rooms and old art from the time of ancient Egypt. Anyone can join, but this is mainly for Osir's group of vampires.

Within the darkness, there is the light. Or was that even true? Osir did not believe in the sources of the light anymore, and he was very proud to be a part of the darkness that was. Darkness. Nothing but darkness, and a small ritualistic setting in an old abbandoned temple. Osir was there, setting alone for the most part, on his kingly chair, which was built as if he really was a pharoah. The ancient vampire was quiet as he watched the flames from a near by fire pit burn in the center of the temple chamber, and his expression was very dark. Scary. Shadowy. And dark.

Osir was thinking of something that was on his mind for too long, and one could only imagine what it was if they hadn't known the man. Power. It was something that he wished he had, and his pride would not let him live it down. When the ancient one thought of himself as being weak, he would always strive to become better until he was satisfied with his progress, and it seemed as if he would never truly reach his goal.

"They should be here soon." He said, finally speaking up and breaking the silence. He was waiting for his rallied group of vampires to make their way into the temple-like building, and he was all for the alliance. An alliance? But why an alliance? It was only what he had planned, and nothing more. It was a path to greatness. Osir wanted nothing but to take on the role of a pharoah, and become something that the world had yet to see. He wanted it all. But would he share? Not unless he found those who were worthy of such a grace from him.

Osir was dressed in his dark combat clothes, and kept something of much value to him close by. Swords. Not one, but two this time and it would be in case of uninvited guests. No one alive, or dead for that matter, would take away his dreams for the future. No one at all. He would make sure of it. As the power-hungry vampire looked into the distance, a faint noise could be heard which made him prick up his ears to it's sound. What was it? Or who was it? That was what he was going to find out.

[jericko]

Enter. Enter Jericko, the loudmouthed vampire who claimed Osir as his brother. He was dressed in a similar attire to Osir, and of course he was not far away from the sword that his mentor had given him. "Needing time to think again, brother?" Jerick asked as he came to a hault near the fire pit in the center of the chamber.

"Or are you still plotting something? Is that why you called us here?" He responded, looking directly at his brother. He knew what Osir was doing, and of course he was willing to follow him in whatever choices he made. His loyalty was unmatched, and he vowed to help him in whichever way possible. Only time would tell.

[osir]

"I always have time to think, Jericko." Responded Osir, soon speaking up once more. "But yes, there are a few matters that I would like to discuss with our little alliance." The ancient one told his brother as he looked past him for a minor moment. Just what was he looking at?

"Where is everyone? Did they not get the message?" He said, soon taking a stand. Osir was not a very patient person when it came down to business, and as such often became well angry by lack of participation. But he was always like this, and so it would be hard to change his old habits as of now. Where was everyone?

[rosemary]

Grace had become something of a traveler it seemed. After being in London for such a long time it was good for her to see the rest of the world. She had recently dropped by Paris. That city was pure magic. However she had moved on, making her way south to Egypt. Here she found adventure, ancient tombs and glorious palaces.

She had found the fair of this region to be most agreeable with her. Several evenings spent wandering museums, pouring over the hieroglyphics and sarcophagus', Everything was so intriguing to her. The only down side to her immortality. museums are not often open at night. Least not for as long as she would need to fully appreciate what was displayed before her.

She had taken to wandering off the beaten path. The old buildings were just as interesting to her. She had stumbled on what appeared to be a palace. The sandy color of the walls made rich and warm by the gentle glow of torches. Her feet planted lightly in the knee high leather boots. as she made her way down the corridor. She knew she wouldn't be there, she didn't know who lived in this fine building, and wouldn't want to annoying them with trespassing.

[osir]

All was quiet for the moment. Not a sound. Just silence. But something wasn't right, and Osir picked up on it. Someone's here. He thought as he stepped onto the floor's fine, yet sandy surface. The truth of the matter was that someone was really there. A human? No. But maybe another vampire.

"Interesting." Was the only thing he said, soon drawing his swords and heading down towards the front of the room--passing Jericko with a still quiet. "I wonder who that could be? Heh." Osir said with a smirk, only sure that it wasn't someone of his group. How would all of this play out?

[rosemary]

Grace perked up. She could hear voices of others in the distance. They didn't seem threatening though in these times she couldn't be sure of friendlies or foes. She touched her fingers gently to the hilts of her swords. They X'd over her back. Reassured that they were still in place she continued down the corridor toward the voices.

She knew others like her lived in these parts. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Breathing in deeply she took in the rich aroma of the burning wood. There certainly were others there, Not human, vampires.

[jericko]

"Is someone here, brother?" Jericko asked, soon standing by Osir and taking out his sword. If anything were to happen, then Jerick would be ready. His loyalty when it came to his brother and mentor was unmatched, and as such he would defend him if needed.

"Who is it?" Jerick wondered, soon waiting for his brother's response. Surely Osir would take action. And for the truth of it, he wanted the same answers the he did. All remained silent as Jericko stood at the ready.

[osir]

"Another vampire." Osir responded, soon speaking up again. "Just be at the ready, Jerick." He told his younger sibling, soon heading down the corridor. Who the heck was it? And why were they here? They were uninvited, and as such it was only a meeting for Osir's group.

Osir just not have the patience to deal with this matter, but whoever it was was entering the temple and Osir wanted to keep his quarter's safe for now. He would defend his own palace with what ever he had in order to keep it safe from the outsiders that be. Only the time would tell what would happen next.

[rosemary]

Grace moved silently. She contemplated every step. The corridor opened into a grand room. There was a fire going in the center. Two men stood, bother at the ready. Grace stood tall, her full 5'2''. One hand gripped the hilt of a sword the other placed thoughtfully at her hip.

She pursed her lips, her green eyes focused on the man closer to her. Good evening. Her voice was quiet, her tone was probing, attempting to get a feel for these strangers.

[osir]

Osir glared at her for a moment. "Mind telling me what you are doing here?" He said still at the ready. He did not like outsiders, and he only expected those from his alliance to venture out into the temple. He did not like it one bit, and if she tried to move, he would take action. No outsider of the alliance should have found this place. No one. It was by invite only.

Osir had both of his swords drawn, and near his side in case the situation shifted into action. "And just who are you?" The ancient vampire asked her, with his face still emotionless and his appearance as cold as ice. Freezing. Not just cold, but freezing.

[bloodthryst]

Augustina grew tired of the States. She was becoming bored. There wasn't anything to do. She decided to hit Egypt. She bought a camel and headed out to the vast desert. She had fed so she knew she could go for awhile in case she got lost. She shook her head.

It started out perfect. The sun had just set and she had been riding for a couple of hours. All of a sudden the stupid beast bolted and she fell off. "UGH! GET BACK HERE YOU STUPID CAMEL!" Her scream was quickly drowned out by the wind that had picked up in strenth. Now she had to find somewhere to hide before the sun rose. Great. Just freakin' perfect. She ground her teeth and started walking. Pretty soon she came to a temple. It looked deserted from the outside. She hoped it was, she was covered in sand and grit and very unhappy about it.

[rosemary]

Grace froze at the sound of his voice. It had a commanding quality to it. Her hand continued to rest on the hilt of her sword. She didn't want a fight. Definitely with these two, she was out numbered and judging by the looks of them, much weaker. Her tiny frame stiffened.

"I mean no harm. Just blown in by the sand storm is all. It will be daylight soon enough."

As her word rang through the great walls a scent hit her. It was familiar, someone she knew. Another like themselves. "There is someone else here!" Her eyes widened, still focused on the dashing vampire's swords before her.

[osir]

"I suppose I'll let that slide, for now." He said soon heading back to his throne-like chair. Osir did not favor guests entering his private palace, and expected to be treated like a pharoah, even if they no longer existed. Taking his seat, Osir looked back down towards Jericko and the new face, only to return his eyes to the burning fire pit.

Why do I even bother? The ancient Osir thought, soon sitting back in his chair, and his eyes with a powerful glare to them. He did not like intruders, or outsiders as he noted them as, and wanted nothing more than his path to greatness. In other words: his goal usually involved himself. Nothing more, nothing less.

Osir still did not forget the other so called visitor entering his territory, and wondered who the storm might bring in next. The first new face was armed with a sword, and for the second, he was unsure. He did not have a lot of patience on that night, but still waited in silence for his answer. Osir was a king in his own rights, indeed.

[vampyrechick]

"Hello Ancient One," Kat seemed ot appear otu of thin air as she stepped out of the shadows to his left. She wore simply clothes, but there was a leather whip wrapped twice about ehr waist like a belt. "Your sense must be becoming dull, if you did not know I was here."

She glared at Jericko, and focused briefly on the other girl. She was only moderately pretty, but Kat's attention was drawn tot he swords criss-crosse don ehr back. Even though ti was all she could see of them, the sword hilts were beautiful. Then she turned back to the 'pharaoh'. She bowed mockingly.

"I am sorry that htis is such a small assembly, but I do think you might continue with whatever it was you wished to inform us of," Kat murmured with raised eyebrows. If he called his 'coven' here for no reaosn, she'd be pissed beyond belief. Ands where was the once-human? She'd thought he was to be an ally. "And it seems that eveyrone here has a taste for swords. Except myself."

She glanced dow at ehr whip, making sure it was still tightly in palce. They didn't need to know she had four dagger son ehr as well. Not on a need to know basis for strangers, for that was what she viewed Jericko and the other one as.

"I thought whips would be mroe traditional,a s the ancient egyptians traditionally whipped their slaves as punishment, rather than cutting their back," Kat added, smirking.

[bloodthryst]

When Augs reached the entrance to the temple, she immediately smelled vampires. And a very familiar one as well. She smirked. Well maybe this wouldn't be so bad. She still wanted to get the sand off, but she was sure she could find a private place to do that.

She ran inside the entrance. She removed the veil that had been covering her face and hair shaking the sand out of it toward the direction of the door. Doing the same to her dark red locks. She tried to brush the sand off of her clothes as best she could, that would have to wait for later.

She walked toward the smell of the smell of the vampires. Gracie was here!!! She bounded into the room and gave her friend a big hug, she then stopped abruptly. Looking at the other vampires in the room and feeling the tension in the air, she walked over to the throne that one of them was sitting in. He looked to be the leader of this coven. She wasn't sure of the customs here, so she hoped that she wasn't being offensive. She bowed to him. "Sorry, to barge in. I got caught in the sandstorm and it is almost morning. If I could have found other shelter I would have." She slowly backed away until she standing beside Grace.