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Jasmine Vex examined the large, wide-necked ceramic pot in front of her. According to a new doctrine by the Pharaoh, the more flexible of the slaves-- including herself-- were to sleep inside these pots instead of regular bunks, to save on space. The cobra didn't mind; the pot actually looked rather comfortable.
Slowly, taking care not to knock it over, Jasmine stepped into the pot, one leg at a time. Then she sank down, coiling herself up in the pot's interior. Shortly after that, someone covered the opening with a piece of cloth and tied it there with twine, trapping her inside the pot.
Jasmine didn't mind; she was already drifting off to sleep.
----
Kumult finished tying up the last ceramic pot. All the pots were now occupied by slaves and ready to go, and it was now up to him to transport the pots to other locations. (The openings were covered so the slaves wouldn't be able to escape or steal anything during the night.)
Crouching, the asp lifted up Jasmine's pot and carried it out of the room. The cobra was special; she deserved a special place to sleep. And Kumult knew just the place.
The door to the Pharaoh's treasury was guarded, but the guards stepped aside as Kumult approached. Gently the asp set the pot on a ledge, between a golden gauntlet and a jeweled egg sculpture, before leaving to find places to put the other slaves.
----
In her dreams, Jasmine found herself floating in a dark purple void. She could move, she could look around, but she had no idea why she was there.
"Jasmine," a voice called out.
A figure suddenly faded into existence in front of the cobra, that of a jackal with strange golden wings. Most of her face was covered by a golden mask that even obscured her eyes, and although her left hand was bare, her right hand was covered by a gauntlet.
Jasmine gasped as she thought she recognized the figure. "Lord Anubis! ...or... Lady Anubis?"
"Call me whichever you like, Jasmine. Gender means nothing to a god."
Anubis deliberately elected to let Jasmine believe what she wanted to believe, as the truth would just over-complicate the situation.
"To what do I owe the honor of your presence, Lord Anubis?" Jasmine inquired, kneeling as best she could without a floor.
Sensing her difficulty, Anubis made a gesture, and both figures found themselves on an invisible floor in the void.
"Let's just say the circumstances were just right for it. And your faith in the gods is very strong; if anyone deserves a visit from one of us, it is you."
Anubis stepped closer to the kneeling cobra and put a hand on her forehead, and Jasmine felt a soothing energy flow into her body. Moments later, the jackal withdrew her hand and stepped back.
"You may rise, Jasmine."
Jasmine slowly pushed herself to her feet, not breaking eye contact with Anubis.
"I have just granted you a blessing," Anubis continued. "Less than a week hence, you will find yourself in mortal danger. At that time, but not until then, the worth of my blessing will make itself known."
"Thank you very much, Lord Anubis," the cobra replied, closing her eyes and bowing.
"All I ask in return is that you maintain your faith. The gods will support you, Jasmine, as long as you believe in them."
"You and the other gods shall always have my faith, Lord Anubis."
"Then it is now that I take my leave. But I shall always be watching over you. See you some other time, Jasmine."
"See you some other time... Lord Anubis."
A smile crossed Jasmine's face as Anubis faded from sight.
----
The sun rose on the Egyptian sands. Kumult had already brought all the sleeping pots outside. He hadn't told anyone, not even the Pharaoh, where Jasmine had spent the night; that was his own little secret. He was already working on untying the cloths and exposing their occupants to the outside world once more.
One by one, the slaves that had been sleeping inside the pots rose out of them; Jasmine was somewhere in the middle. Once they were all awake and ready, Kumult cleared his throat.
"I'm glad everyone got a good night's sleep with the new arrangements. Here are the duties the Pharaoh has assigned for today..."
Slowly, taking care not to knock it over, Jasmine stepped into the pot, one leg at a time. Then she sank down, coiling herself up in the pot's interior. Shortly after that, someone covered the opening with a piece of cloth and tied it there with twine, trapping her inside the pot.
Jasmine didn't mind; she was already drifting off to sleep.
----
Kumult finished tying up the last ceramic pot. All the pots were now occupied by slaves and ready to go, and it was now up to him to transport the pots to other locations. (The openings were covered so the slaves wouldn't be able to escape or steal anything during the night.)
Crouching, the asp lifted up Jasmine's pot and carried it out of the room. The cobra was special; she deserved a special place to sleep. And Kumult knew just the place.
The door to the Pharaoh's treasury was guarded, but the guards stepped aside as Kumult approached. Gently the asp set the pot on a ledge, between a golden gauntlet and a jeweled egg sculpture, before leaving to find places to put the other slaves.
----
In her dreams, Jasmine found herself floating in a dark purple void. She could move, she could look around, but she had no idea why she was there.
"Jasmine," a voice called out.
A figure suddenly faded into existence in front of the cobra, that of a jackal with strange golden wings. Most of her face was covered by a golden mask that even obscured her eyes, and although her left hand was bare, her right hand was covered by a gauntlet.
Jasmine gasped as she thought she recognized the figure. "Lord Anubis! ...or... Lady Anubis?"
"Call me whichever you like, Jasmine. Gender means nothing to a god."
Anubis deliberately elected to let Jasmine believe what she wanted to believe, as the truth would just over-complicate the situation.
"To what do I owe the honor of your presence, Lord Anubis?" Jasmine inquired, kneeling as best she could without a floor.
Sensing her difficulty, Anubis made a gesture, and both figures found themselves on an invisible floor in the void.
"Let's just say the circumstances were just right for it. And your faith in the gods is very strong; if anyone deserves a visit from one of us, it is you."
Anubis stepped closer to the kneeling cobra and put a hand on her forehead, and Jasmine felt a soothing energy flow into her body. Moments later, the jackal withdrew her hand and stepped back.
"You may rise, Jasmine."
Jasmine slowly pushed herself to her feet, not breaking eye contact with Anubis.
"I have just granted you a blessing," Anubis continued. "Less than a week hence, you will find yourself in mortal danger. At that time, but not until then, the worth of my blessing will make itself known."
"Thank you very much, Lord Anubis," the cobra replied, closing her eyes and bowing.
"All I ask in return is that you maintain your faith. The gods will support you, Jasmine, as long as you believe in them."
"You and the other gods shall always have my faith, Lord Anubis."
"Then it is now that I take my leave. But I shall always be watching over you. See you some other time, Jasmine."
"See you some other time... Lord Anubis."
A smile crossed Jasmine's face as Anubis faded from sight.
----
The sun rose on the Egyptian sands. Kumult had already brought all the sleeping pots outside. He hadn't told anyone, not even the Pharaoh, where Jasmine had spent the night; that was his own little secret. He was already working on untying the cloths and exposing their occupants to the outside world once more.
One by one, the slaves that had been sleeping inside the pots rose out of them; Jasmine was somewhere in the middle. Once they were all awake and ready, Kumult cleared his throat.
"I'm glad everyone got a good night's sleep with the new arrangements. Here are the duties the Pharaoh has assigned for today..."
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My first art trade with lizardman22 in a while. I blame school for keeping me stressed and busy.
He asked me to do something with his character Anubis. I think it was the detail about her existing in all of time and space that made things click.
An earlier draft of this story had Anubis pose as a genie in a lamp for Jasmine to find, but I quickly decided that wouldn't work. The part about the ceramic pots was an idea I'd had some time ago but never done anything with; I imagined a series of vignettes about said pots becoming a fad in the Valley... oh well.
Most named characters ©
Jasmine is © me
He asked me to do something with his character Anubis. I think it was the detail about her existing in all of time and space that made things click.
An earlier draft of this story had Anubis pose as a genie in a lamp for Jasmine to find, but I quickly decided that wouldn't work. The part about the ceramic pots was an idea I'd had some time ago but never done anything with; I imagined a series of vignettes about said pots becoming a fad in the Valley... oh well.
Most named characters ©
Jasmine is © me
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very nice job mate.
it's interesting how you chose to use Jasmine. I have thought occasionally that the Infinity Gauntlet/Anubis may have met Jasmine before
Good to see Kumult make an appearance.
it's interesting how you chose to use Jasmine. I have thought occasionally that the Infinity Gauntlet/Anubis may have met Jasmine before
Good to see Kumult make an appearance.