[ This is their home. As much as it's changed, some things never have. Taming the desert is a task not yet surmounted by even the most capable hands. Not so easily destroyed as the trees to the north and the south. Their temples have been revered for the feat of strong backs and cold hearts, or otherwise preserved by the wasteland. Without the lore of them living on, though, it will not be much of a living. Even if worship was so thin, if nonexistent in the way of their names, recognition was important.
They could leave if they wanted. Set would be able to draw power off of the panic and disarray, if not the nightfall, just as Thoth could take shelter in any library, but it was a watered-down thing compared to being here. ]
I wouldn't depend on the generosity of others.
[ He stirs, though, climbing from the throne to stand and approach the scribe once more. ]
no subject
They could leave if they wanted. Set would be able to draw power off of the panic and disarray, if not the nightfall, just as Thoth could take shelter in any library, but it was a watered-down thing compared to being here. ]
I wouldn't depend on the generosity of others.
[ He stirs, though, climbing from the throne to stand and approach the scribe once more. ]
Let's begin.