Vitae et Mortem
Cult of Anubis
|Acedemics – Research|
|Crafts – Writing|
|Religion – Egyptian|
|Athletics – Running|
|Status – Cult of Anubis||o||Auspex||oo|
|Language – Phoenician||o||Obfuscate||o|
|Status – Cult of Lilit||o||Vigor||o|
|Writing Materials, Trinkets, Clothes.|
bound to, lilit 3 steps, baal 2 steps
bound to me, lilit 1 step, barbarus 1 step,
Long ago I was born, daughter to my father Sutenan and my mother Miu. I had 3 brothers and a sister. Our family was one in a long line of scribes. Although girls and women were allowed to learn to read and write, I went against tradition, learning more important words and learning what I could of the gods, the world and the skies.
Around 5-6 years old my father would catch me in his study, intently looking at maps at scrolls… I would talk my way out of trouble and whilst young he taught me a little appeasing his young daughters curiousity and questioning.
once I was of marriagable age, these things changed.
My father and mother would tell me to give up my curiousity and my reading and involve myself ever more with household chores. I realise if I am to get married I must relinquish all pursuits of knowledge beyond cleaning the house and child rearing.
There are suitors brought over every now and again. On these occasions I abide by traditional ettiquette until I have helped serve all the food and sat down, then I talk incessantly about subjects I have learnt and ask their opinions on the topic. Generally having them consider me an eccentric, they don’t pursue further seeking a less knowledgeable, more subservient wife.
I received no proposals from these visits. after a few years of this, My father and mother plead that I act more appropriate in such meetings. I refuse as I seek to learn more. at this point my sister is married and my brothers are scribes too with their own families.
a few years after this, I am getting rather old for marriage and still focus on books. It starts affecting my fathers reputation as people talk about his eccentric daughter, who sneaks into the library all the chance she gets.
Managing occasionally to remain undetected for a good deal of time, I would read as much as I could of the various scrolls and books. sceinces, faith, politics and other lesser subjects are learned slowly…
One night, after spending an afternoon in the library, I get home in the late evening and father shouts at me. He tells me from this point on, to never get home so late again.
I go to bed and fall asleep.
I am awoken before the sun is reborn.
I look around my room. nothing seems out of place… suddenly a voice speaks to me from the darkness…“Hello Amunet”. The voice deep yet without echo greets me. “who is there?” I ask, my voice quietly resounding around the room… “I, am a watcher” the disembodied voice says. “Of what?”, he responds “Of many things”… worriedly I enquire, “is this because I snook into the library again?” the echoless one replies “amongst other things”. He (I assume from the voice) offers me the chance to work for them and learn all there is about whatever I wish…
after awhile of silence I roll over and go to sleep again.
Next morning at breakfast a messenger arrives for my father. my father reads the message looking angrier as he reads on…
I ask what the message was about, he continues with his business whilst informing me the scroll was someone offering to buy me as a slave. I think to myself, last night I thought I had an odd dream, but this seems he must have been here?.
I try to allay fathers concerns the best I can, I say, it is not slavery, it is a potential suitor. he isn’t paying for slavery but to recompense you for taking your last daughter meaning you have one less pair of hands to look after the house.
he asks what this suitor looked like, I lie, “well I couldn’t see him but shall be meeting him tonight”…
I will go to the library tonight, he must have seen me there so may, I hope, be there tonight. If not, surely he will appear in my room again?
I get on with household chores for the day, I will behave best I can, and resist going to the library until much later.
I sneak out to the library again, research more on the constellations. on my way out of one of the windows I slip and fall down, scuffing myself and my clothing in the process. I didn’t see the man this time… I’ll try again tomorrow night if he doesn’t appear in my room again.
waking up in the morning, as the rising sun fills my room, I think to myself, oh, he hasn’t come visit me yet… maybe later today he shall come to my families house and state his offer for me to work for him?.
as I get downstairs, father asks where I’ve been. He Informs me that a guard saw me running home… he also asks if I saw ‘him’ again.
I lie, saying he sent a messenger to tell me he couldn’t get to meet me due to business. when my father leaves for work I decide to look at the scroll he was sent.
when my mother goes to market, I guess I aren’t trusted on my own outside the house now, I search the house for the scroll finding it in the downstairs main room.
I grow probably as frustrated as my father as I read it… it isn’t just paying my family to take me from them as a ‘slave’ but actually reads as a fully word for word slave contract. the name of ownership of the contractor is Nubem Usekh. I am not pleased, atleast I know his name now and if he appears again to me I shall ask how buying me with such a defined contract allows me to learn and study more…
I sneak out of the house after mother and father go to sleep. I get into the library intending to ‘borrow’ one of the volumes on the constellations so I could read it more thoroughly at home then return it. unusually there are no candles lit in the building, so I navigate by the small amount of moon light that comes through the windows. As I find the stacks with the book I am wishing to take, a heavy dark voice speaks from the shadows.
“so many books…” it speaks with its echoless voice, “too many to read in a lifetime… I could offer you the chance to learn all the secrets there are to learn.” I ask the voice, are you the one who was in my house the night before last? “yes” how is making me your slave going to aid my learning? I read the scroll you sent my father… “I sent no such thing” you are not Nubem Usekh? “no. I am Urshe, this is my library…”
One hundred and fifty years later, I am sent out from the great library to the city of Carthage…