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Thread: Oedipus Rex

It had been a mistake to come. There were far too many soldiers about. And that was what the hairless man let be known to a guard. There seem to be little chances that we will gain anything of worth from out of all of this so why are we here? The Guard, scantly clad except for a scimitar and the mask of an of a crocodile. Why he was even in that getup was beyond the rest of the party. Sobek wasn't their diety, even if somewhat connected, nor was there any discernable practical reasoning for wearing the mask other than to cover his face. While the face was hidden, very little of the rest of him was. The body was tanned in comparison to many of the nobility of this regino who kept away from the sun, seeing the tanned or muscular as peasents who had nothing better to do than to work in the fields or to spend all their time at the gymnasium in the public baths. He wore on his wrists shackles with broken chains, ugly and rough in comparison to the scarab cameo rings. Because of His orders. The masked man reminded him, not wanting to go into details while surrounded by so many others, whether or not they spoke in their own language. They were to get something out of the meeting, that much was certain. Trade rights, rebuilding of a temple to Him that was razed around this city, demanding a sacrifice to Him by the Queen... It did not matter what, so long as they got respect from her. They hadn't had the best of relations in the past, their two countries and dieties. The locals looked towards a light god while his own saw life in darkness. When the river flooded and brought down precious silt, in compairson to the bonedry sands of white, swallowing up villages who did not pay proper homage. The Queen arrived, speaking as if she had any right to rule the place, all her self righteous believe in godesses aside. They didn't have problems with Goddess in the Soudan. What they had trouble with was them thinking themselves higher than everyone else, especially when they had done little to actually prepare another king to rule. They could accept that though, as it meant a lesser chance of their enemies combining forces. And so they waited, ready to try any threads, mind control, or other methods of extortion and control to get what they wanted.
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Isis was forthright with seldom few people. Some were easily charmed, whereas other needed to be taken straight to the point. Those who could see through her charming and sweet visage as a gorgeous female. Other leaders commingled with one another, discussing their barter and partaking of the wine and other refreshments and snacks that had been provided out of courtesy. The emerald eyed woman seemed to make her way through the ranks of various people. Some she disliked and some she did not mind bartering with. Differences aside, this was all about business. A business with the added bonus of preventing blood shed for all parties involved. Taxes would be paid for their services and Her people would see to whatever demands that were not beyond their comfort. Already a school was promised and a few trade routes had been opened up. A long bearded gentleman name Jhad placed a kiss upon her hand and bowed himself out of the room. Her guest, were of course, more than welcome to stay for the time being. There was certainly plenty of room for all. The person in the odd mask caught her attention with ease. While high with power, she was still one for manners. Isis was well educated as any scholar and was ready to see this through. They were not on the bet of terms with these people. They couldn't be anymore different. Even now her head began to throb as she neared them. A well placed smile on her lips. Her creamy skin, contrasting with that of the tanned stranger. I am glad you were able to make it. Somewhat of a lie. Now, what brings you here? The militia... a trade route? The last offer was hesitant to leave her lips and with a good reason. She was not desperate for their acceptance. Quite the contrary. She could care less for them. Isis would simply push to the back of her mind of their brutish deity. A temple.... perhaps. Her heart stopped for what felt like an eternity when a large firm hand came to rest upon her hip. A tall figure casting a shadow over her. Ah. Otho, you made it my dear husband. With that she was given a kiss upon her cheek before the brawny male was pulled away. So? She continued on.
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Were they really so stupid as to have discussions taking place in public? To have dignitaries treated as if they were tributaries bringing their fealty and treasures to lay down upon her feet? Having everyone coming, but then snubbing some of them... That spelled trouble in the future. The snubbed might make fine allies in the future. Though maybe those were the wrong words... Adequate accommplices would fit them better. Seriously though, a school? For what? Having their histories of lies crammed down the throats of those wealthy enough to go and to eat at their language and cultures? The mechanisms hidden in the mask to zero in on certain sounds let our 'hero' know how well this was going done with certain mubmling dignitaries. The echos and increased volume from the crowds did frustrate him a fair bit though, causing him to grimace. Then the Queen came there way, dressed like a harlot, even if one of the less disease free and unlikely to ever get morning sickness. She was attractive, no doubt, but she spoiled it with her keeping to the wrong sorts of temples when she could have better used her body to please the right kind of gods. Maybe they should try inviting her to their land and having their own fertility gods reclaim her. But then the husband who couldn't deliver came. 'Made it? Didn't they live together?' The masked man asked in his native language to his comrades, a mild throb coming to his head as he looked over the woman's body, his trailing eyes hidden. The throb was unsual, but he just set it aside as being from all the echoing from when he spoke, and waited for the head of their delegation to tell about whatever. The temple would by fine, Your Grace. The bald man assured, not caring much to have any of this city's army in their lands. Using 'Your Grace' though... Might not go over so well if the Queen realized they were using the translation for her original title before she married her first husband. A mark of shame for those without heirs.
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Otho eventually got into a heated debate with one of the clientele. The topic? A deity. It was bound to happen and Isis would have been rather shocked if it didn't happen at least once. The woman made a habit of leaving her husband out of her habitual and political affairs. The man had his own people to command and see over in a different land. The people within these walls were her pride, her joy, and the seemingly endless results of battles with tears and bloodshed. The tittle that she was bestowed by the foreigner did not go unnoticed. The reigning and resplendent times when the late King Sethos stood by her side. Times of ignorant bliss and suppressed memories. A long sighed was rendered from her soft pink lips. Everything and everyone had a purpose. The Sisters were her saviors and nothing would veer her of of her beliefs. Liquid heat ran through her veins and the calm and subtle visage was proving more and more difficult to keep up. A papyrus shall be written out and more details will be brought up. In the mean time please, make yourself at home. I have a place for you all to rest your heads should you wish me to take you there now. Our home is your home. A lanky male appeared at her side with a limestone slab and a stilus at hand. Documenting the agreement and jotting down the arrangements, along with the others. Isis was ready for more time of isolation. Something very rare for her. Always within anothers presence to either judge or be judged. Beneath the curtsey and the calm tones, there were some seriously pent up differences. Were everyone as open and as raw as a festering wound, all hell would break loose. The ruckus with the debate seemed to subside and the the feeling of her husband's fingers ghosting across the skin of her spine caught her attention. Otho, please, if you would see to everyone else.... Her hand was taken and a kiss placed upon the smooth surface. His beard scraping along the sensitive skin and ceasing her words. Isis happened to miss the glare that those blue eyes had cast at the masked man that stood before her as she humbly took her hand back. Please... follow me, I will see you to your rooms. Otho harbored hatred far greater than his powerful wife. The true harlots that he had sampled early that morning, as his wife knelt in prayer, did not bring him to ease. Watching as Isis walked away. Years had gone by and still she appeared a young maiden, though she truly was not. Had age taken its course and rendered her unable to produce an heir? The male was ready. Ready to make the proposition. Soon. He had thought it over and over in his mind. His son... yes, was not the fruit of Isis' loins, however it was the closet she would get. The land would be in Otho's name and Sethos' blood would end with his death as well as Isis'. This topic could not go untouched. Bedding the lovely woman seemed to lose its spark time after time. Action had to be taken.
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Strange. Extremly strange. What on Gjrodia was going on with those two? The women kept the dull talk going on, seeming to have some longing or stress from the mention of her old title. Was it that she had been insulted by it enough times to brush it off. The group simply watched and waiting, takin in what they could without getting the guards too riled up. The cuts of their clothing, the any movements to spread or close her legs when her consort touched her, the catcing of adam's apples in the throats... They had little to do besides spy and they were to make the most of it while they were there. The papyrus was not to be trusted, of course. They had different languages. Different definitions. And having only one copy of something spelled bad news. They would see to it that a copy of their own was written, all ambiguity in there favor, and that they had many witnesses. They would want to try getting public proclamations out of it as well, of course. When the local rulers broke the agreement it should be in a manner to most discredit them in the eyes of the other dignitaries. The men bowed lightly to the Queen, wondering if she knew where there lodgings were at this point in time, and followed when she left. The masked man considered the woman for a bit, wondering if there was some other reason for her doing this. Fake an attack on her? Get grounds for war in the eyes of the other dignitaries and stamp on their trade and temples? If she tried it... She wouldn't survive it. And it would be unpleasent for her.
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The walls were lined with servants and guards alike. Life fluttered within these solid and sturdy walls while lies and secrets commingled in the air. Hidden amongst the seemingly mutual conversations of its various occupants. Isis would be damned if this was not seen through. It was now, that corrupt thoughts idly wandered through her mind as her feet guided her to the final destination. Thought of trying out another suitor. Did Otho truly think that she would not notice the stench of those disgusting juvenile tramps before he came back to his wife. It was a matter of moments before she found herself standing before a set of double doors. The doors were easily pushed open and a revealed a soothing oasis of a room. A square shallow pool in the center of the room. Her people lived a very communal lifestyle and weren't afraid to expose their bodies. While some baths were segregated, many others weren't. Woman dawning gold coined skirts that hid little of their shapely legs and a matching top that led little to the imagination stood around the room with thin veils concealing their lips and chins and bringing more attention to their eyes. Several held fans and other held platters of food and various beverages in pitchers. Several beds adorned the room with draperies tied back for the option of concealment. A small alter in the corner with no signs of devotion to any particular deity. Simply an alter and unlit candles. Dismiss the servants, whenever you wish. Another noticeable trait of the women were the thin metal anklets upon their legs. Signalling their 'ownership'. Letting anyone know who this person reported to or worked under. A doorway opposite the one that they had entered led to the garden that Isis had prided herself on. A place she could often be seen wandering. If there is nothing else you require, then I shall leave you to relax. In the morrow we shall write out the agreement. As always, she had her suspicions. These people were not easy to accommodate within her own household. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife, despite her efforts. A dirty history was partly to blame. Their wretched deity was only partial. It would come as no surprise if the altar was not used. They probably would think it tainted, something Isis cared little about. Paranoia reared its ugly head. Her husband was no where in sight and the people that remained were easily swayed, if not had down right refused their offer. No sweat off of her brow. The Fates would see to that. Isis sauntered over to a high back chair and took a seat like a normal person with a different air about her. Just one thing... what is it you truly want? They both shared bad blood and it was better to release what bit of tension they had.
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Really. Had they no ideas of their own? It was as if they had been evicting the populace from their temples so as to have a bunch of sluts pretending to be Medians and the Farsi. Was this some sort of test? Food with bowel releasers? Women with puss filled interiors? They would test them out, of course. They would need to make sure that they could have their way with the servants without creating some diplomatic incident, but they would make sure to enjoy themselves while here. No business would be done with the women in the same room, of course. The walls and floors would be tested for cavities and tubes as well. And some table with canles? Was that some sort of a joke? It seemed that they had come across the Queen's bedroom, with the reasons for her lack of children clear to see. And now she strutted towards a throne, tall and hard backed, looking harsh against the silken cuurtains and delicate ladies all throughout the room. What are we to use the servants, for? The masked man asked as he walked behind the chair, leaning over the top and peering down. He hadn't much issue with the symbolic shackles on the women's ankles, as he had some on his wrists, his own ankle ones being hidden under the large boots used to protect his feet against some of the rougher traffic in the city, as well as to keep them dry. There was very little chance of getting ill from wetting your feet in the River back home. Here, though... A bit too cold for his taste, sunshine or not. We want a lot of things. He answered her as he got a look down her dress. AS he wasn't the official leader he decided that he might manage to say some things that the others could disavow. Trade, respect, territorial integrity, some of the more attractive men and fertile women.... Though it might have been better to clear out the slaves first and to have checked the walls.
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What ever you see fit. As long as no damage is done to my ladies, they are more than eager to please. In response the woman moved a tad closer to their guests, with bright and tempting smiles. Her eyes remained focused on the other men as the masked one circled behind the high back chair she now occupied. His voice ringing down from behind as he spoke of their interests. Of course that had a lot of wants. I did not necessarily mean that she would grant them all. Trade was easy enough to come by... if you have the coin purse. A trade route could be opened, but she would not force merchants to venture into their territory unless they wished to. How could she not laugh when they requested more attractive men and women. How quaint. You speak to me of fertile women and more attractive men? Give me your fertile men. For my wants are far less than yours. I would give my kingdom for a son. You speak to the wrong person for such requests. It was blunt, yes, but she was rather tired of beating around the bush. How she longed for a son. A child to leave her land and all its splendor to. You keep to your worships and I shall keep to mine. Aside from that, were are not too far different. You truly know little of me, as I do you. Save for my lack of an heir. I seek no political scandals to fill my times, so you need not worry. As I said... we shall discuss this further, on the morrow. The noble woman was quick to leave her throne as the women began eying their prey. Such hungry deviants they were. Oh so loyal, as well. Good day to you. She chimed as she walked out the exit and to the garden. Some much needed fresh air was what she needed. She had gotten ahead of herself back there, and probably relayed more information than what was necessary.
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Interesting. It seemed that the Queen really was down in the ruts about not havnig kids. So, any of you know which fertility god or godess to get? One of the men asked as he examined one of the women left for them. She might be willing to give something other than her kingdom even if we got her a daughter. They all knew that there would be some issues with female offspring. It would be far more likely that whoever married her might manage to join them with another kingdom. A son though, would allow the Queen's realms to expand with more marriages. Pity they didn't seem to have harems for keeping their neighbors princesses in line, though it might have been just as well. This Queen would probably take the Princes, leaving the other areas without leadership, all thinking that they were the father of whatever child she might get. Which would actually be pretty clever, if she managed to keep them form having other children. Maybe they should try that on their own... The men looked, but did not touch. Oh, they looked. But the priests amongst them held them back. Nothing carnal. We need to consecrate the room. They brought out black silt that they had transported from their sacred river, spreading it in the pool with some seeds for reeds. Brass pans were brought out to burn incense in while the women were moved to the side. Should we help with her offspring or leave it be and pray for civil war? One asked while the women were lined up by the alter, now decorated in glowing symbols as the silt formed a channel to it, formering a smaller stream. You don't know how many of them speak our language. The bald man snapped back, knowing the usual ways that diplomats were spied on. Pretend you don't know the language, have slaves acting stupid, the like. LEt us just get on with the sacrifice. The masked man told them before he approached the altar and began to fertilize the women one after another.
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Isis abhorred these times. Such trying times made her head ache, which was never good for her health. Sex was always used as a means of release for tension, and Otho, no doubt adored having sex with his wife, when she was truly into it. The warmth of the sun licked at her flesh as she walked through the garden. The scent of budding flowers surrounding her. Those miscreants had managed to get under her skin and it absolutely irked her. The thought of a son was all that seemed to keep her sane. A soft hand resting over her empty womb. She heard the moan of a woman from nearby. Isis dare not find out the source. More than once, she had caught her husband without his knowing of it. A small rest was what she required. Upon foot she turned and headed to one of her own rooms. The sun spilled from a square cut above the bath that sat in the center of the room. A bath that was basically a knee deep square pool, big enough for twenty. The doors were shut and the servant women within her room began preparing the bath. Signaled by Isis stripping off her garb. The sun above warmed the water. The girls sat around the edge of the bath with a goblet of wine and waiting to be ordered. The creamy canvas, that was her body entered the water by a foot, followed by another. The light and warmth of the sun, licking at her exposed flesh. She submerged herself entirely, for a moment, before emerging with her long raven mane plastered against her shoulders and down her back. A fan of lashes opening to the light of the sun from above. Such a soothing feeling. A knock sounded upon her door. A fine set of thin veil of tulle curtains was untied between the bath and the front door. The image of their nude Lady was easy if one tried hard enough to look. Enter! She yelled while rinsing her skin off. One of the elderly Nobles entered with a bow and Isis heard the hesitation in his voice. P-Pardon me, but we will be parting now. Our Goddess calls for us. Isis had already sealed a deal with them and had no qualms if they left or stayed. It was lovely doing business with you Emanuel, you must visit again. You are always welcomed. Her voice was kind with a hint of flirting, and as she looked up, she could watch as he turned his head to avoid her gaze. There was certainly nothing to be ashamed of. Good travels, my friend. He parted the room without a word and Isis resumed her relaxing bath.
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Why must we spread your seed here? One of the group's guards asked while assiting in rubbing down the masked man's body in oils, with the care usually given for mummifying a king. Which basically meant just slabbing the stuff on and scraping it off. The oils had musky scents and seemed to be regathered from the masked man's swet and fluids that dripped down as the pans of incense warmed the room, making the man's chest glisten. Our people populate the world someday, though we may need to resort to using these slaves instead of the daughters of strongmen. As the guards raised the legs of the slave infront of him a funnel of sorts was pushed into her cunt to widen it for the penetration. All with our blood shall know deep within themselves who they should worship and who blessed them. It is our duty to make sure there are enough to bring there goddesses to their knees. As a scribe rubbed oils under his balls and slid his loincloth away, the masked man slid a hand down his back. Or there backs. So long as dominance is established. He stroked the back of the other, one of whom he had trained with when there were no available females about not needing for work. The other moved away as the masked man began to thrust into the slave, moving roughly as his large cock stretched her cunt, blocking the escape of any of her fluids. A musky scent came over the room mixing with the oil melding with the sweat and the burning incense, getting people into the proper mood. He spent the next hour slamming into the various women and somehow managing cum for them all as the texture of his skin seemed... Different somehow. While it was hard to put one's finger on it, the skin just seemed to go with the mask, which had now seemed far more realistic.