Recent content by Princess Amun'Dzeer

"See it is done;" the Princess bid, "I empower you to decide as you see fit, with full responsibility upon you for the outcome. Heed Gahesznem, she is knowledgeable and wise." Amun'Dzeer listened as the others spoke, weighing how much she herself should act. She could have taken direct command...

Amun'Dzeer could hardly begin to rehearse with her Handmaid when the voice from one of her commanders came through the tent-flap, barely audible. She looked towards it, and made a motion to pause Gahesznem; "Enter, my hand, and stand before me" she commanded. She took in this figure that had...

The Princess had little control over her act when she leaned her head in to the massage, sighing deeply from the feeling. It was therapeutic to have someone look after her when she spent all day trying to look after everyone else. The commotion outside went unnoticed til Gahesz responded to it...

Amun'Dzeer snatched an olive and, closing her eyes, popped it in her mouth. The way the fresh olive simply collapsed confirmed what she knew; the crop was good, the harvest was rich, and the tribute was flowing. She scowled slightly as she sank into the water, nose above the fragrant steaming...

"Have the Matrons deal with that one. The Royal Harem is too busy to babysit every problem." Amun'Dzeer sighed and let her hand slip down her arm, colliding with the table with a soft thud. It wasn't from malice, but exhaustion. Iterulon was well and under her control, but there was enough gray...

Amun'Dzeer was always a bit of a sucker for this kind of tragedy; unfortunately one all-too-common across Arethil. Most of her own royal guard were from such stock. It bred loyalty, for one, and they tended to be the most powerful of her inner circle. Keeping their bubbling rage in check took a...

Amun'Dzeer looked over at Ilhathix, the rather prominent warrior punctual as ever, "I welcome you to my side, my champion," While her appetite was certainly encouraging her to dig in, she passed the dish of bones, tough jerky still about the bone even after stewing in olives and spices; "please...

Gahesznem's lute sang out, sharp notes ringing in a pleasant melody. AmunDzeer closed her eyes and reclined again, smiling at the attentive servant. She reached a hand out, letting one of her handmaidens pass her a goblet. She swirled it for a moment, before opening her eyes and taking a drink...

Amun'Dzeer looked out over the bending reeds; the tent she was in looked lavish to most, but especially so to the Gnolls whom had chosen to follow her. Carpets taken from merchants crossing dunes, golden dishes and goblets gifted by lesser city-states for peace, exotic feather and bone...

The low, copper light of the setting sun came through the tent flaps. Reclined, eyes heavy, the Pharaoh awaited word from her General, Aken'Iterulon. The pack had arrived in this river valley below the Seret, a river they spawned from high above, and ended in the deserts to the south west at an...

Princess Amun'Dzeer, poised as she was, moved fluidly as if her muscles were steel wires. She swung her foot forwards, slow and delicate, rising with an airy grace. Her eyes took in the immediate area of the throne room, the pomp befitting a warrior king and the legitimacy one such leader...

Nubydos was endless years lost. Amun'Dzeer turned the bronze Khopesh over in her hands, one small treasure recovered from recent scavengers. A recent battle in the area attracted looters, and with them, a long-lost cache of Nubydian arms left behind during the Fall. It fit her hand so...

"A certain civility," replied the slave master with an air of patience, likely distilled from defending his occupation many times in just such a setting, "is required among upstanding folk. Otherwise, we are no better than the beasts," he concluded, and motioned into the shadows as he eyed the...

"I came here," slowly began the otherwise unnoteworthy man, "Under the impression it would be good for business. Aside the posturing of thugs, I've not seen anything to sway me... "Unless someone here is going to make it worth my while, I am afraid that this organization will find support from...

A figure, somewhat portly, certainly well dressed, made a motion behind him. Hovering behind his chair, a yellow-eyed beast, something out of the most savage reaches of the wildlands, skulked in the dark. Its narrow eyes moved from target to target as the better-off human smiled contently to...