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User:Khaemwaset

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Grandson of Khaemwaset in Tale 3- my ancestor lived in Seven Lakes which nowadays is called Shabbat Ab.

Stats

Strength 1
Dexterity 5
Endurance 0
Speed 5
Constitution 0
Focus 0
Perception 2



Guilds

Tariqueh Ieb
Sinai Research Co-op
Player Run Events Team (PRET)
Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy
Dems Digs
Sinai Task Force
Venerate
South Sinai Autonomous Zone



DP rounds






Other pages

Check out the links below for my other pages My proposition for a NEW wiki front page Here. Very rough at the moment.


And there is my Dear Diary page Dear Diary


Scrolls-R-Us

A scroll has appeared from the depths of the Uworship of meroe! This is the journal of the end of Se-Osiris, great magician of Egypt. I feel now that my time has come to go from this life and join Osiris in the Halls of the Dead, but the Goddess Isis has decreed that I leave behind a part of my work, for it shall be needed in later times. The Goddess came to me last night, telling me that I was to write the words that she would send, and place them in places that would be revealed as the story progressed. The first piece is to be placed in the Great Library, but I know not what it will say. I must await the arrival of the Goddess into my heart. -It seems that his writing here was severely impaired, maybe it was the prescence of the Goddess, or merely his excitement, we cannot tell - Aapep. In a land of fighting, When one brother claims the crown, One by one, Shall great secrets be struck down. The first piece of Justice, To right the sinners wrong, Shall be found in a firebird's nest, Who sings without a song.


In a land of treachery, Where criminals run amok, One place only, Is secure without key or lock. A giant of the land, Who once walked from shore to shore, He sits enthroned in stoney shell, To walk this land no more.

Turtle The rivers are of royalty, Their twins flows mix to one, The interflowing currents, Speak volumes of sparring son. Seek on the tip, The spearpoint of the land, Buried in the golden, Ever flowing sand.