Satiah
Alors que Nabet parlait et qu'elle bougeait, Satiah pouvait le sentir dans le fond de son cerveau. Un sentiment qu'elle connaissait assez bien : le sens de l'anticipation avant un conflit.
La prêtresse voulait vraiment lui infliger beaucoup de mal, n'est-ce pas? Sa rage à peine freinée était évidente dans son langage, à la fois verbal et corporel. Elle était près de craquer, Satiah était sûr. Si elle pouvait amener la prêtresse à succomber à sa rage, l'accompagnateur considérerait que c'est un travail bien fait. Ce serait bien de cette manière ésotérique qu'ils aimaient tant, peut-être même pour Nabet elle-même ; la répression de la prêtresse était claire - sans doute le résultat de ces édits divins de ce genre sacerdotal accroché à comme un homme se noyant - et peut-être elle obtiendrait d'apprendre quelque chose qu'elle ne pouvait pas obtenir de ses écritures. Par exemple, Satiah avait souvent été traité d'insensé, et quelle était la première règle lorsqu'il s'agissait d'insensé? Ne discutez pas sauf si vous êtes prêt à les égaler.
C'est intéressant que vous disiez ces choses... Une seule dernière poussée, et elle avait beaucoup d'options. Défier sa sagesse infaillible? Refuser sa réponse avec une sensibilité croissante? Poke plus de trous dans sa dépendance à la noblesse ficelle? Suggére-t-elle qu'elle manque de foi dans le royaume et dans le Pharaon? Ou peut-être tout d'un coup? Parce que pourquoi tu as fait ça?
- C'est bon.
C'est avant qu'elle ne puisse dire quoi que ce soit d'autre qu'Amen et Qar réapparaissent, orientant l'attention vers eux et, malheureusement, empêchant Satiah de frapper les flammes de la passion de la prêtresse. Était-ce ce que les hommes de sa troupe appelaient ‘obtenir blueballed," se sentaient comme? Elle a même prévu de lui donner un surnom mignon comme Apple: -Nebby. Quoi qu'il en soit, elle n'était pas satisfaite de cette résolution, mais elle a vite trouvé satisfaction d'une autre source.
Elle garderait ce surnom dans sa poche arrière. Elle a aimé le son, même dans un respect de non-moking.
Un grand pharaon pour le royaume, hein?Satiah a fait écho, plus à considérer la pensée elle-même que n'importe quelle moquerie du sentiment. Elle a aimé le son, au moins. L'affirmation de sa détermination était certainement un pas dans la bonne direction, dans la mesure où se connaissait et l'amélioration de la qualité de vie du peuple allait, mais il était encore une résolution non testée, malléable et en flux - bien que pas autant qu'il semblait avant. Il avait encore ses doutes et ses doutes, et il a trop vite résolu de simplement "essayer" et tout trop facilement accepté un court règne. Mais l'esclave avait des espoirs pour le garçon, et pour l'instant, elle était confiante dans ses capacités à grandir. J'aime le son de ça.
Bien sûr maintenant, avec le mensonge d'omission de Qar et Nebet si gentiment élever ce qu'ils faisaient exactement pendant si longtemps, il y avait un choix à faire ici. Un commentaire bien placé pourrait déclencher un nouveau chaos au sein de l'étude - un véritable point de discorde, pour ainsi dire. La question était la suivante : voulait-elle la taper? Oui, si seulement pour voir tout le monde s'écraser un peu plus et pour tester la résolution du pharaon. Mais est-ce qu'elle le ferait?
C'est pas vrai.
Elle est tout à fait consciente que les petites actions peuvent avoir de vastes conséquences. Dans le passé, cela avait été bien appliqué avec des frappes chirurgicales sur les formations ennemies clés. Or, l'application croisée de ces principes à l'interaction humaine était un effort assez simple; autant qu'elle détestait le processus politique et tenait peu de talent pour la partie subterfuge, la partie «impact» ne s'est pas perdue sur elle. Celui-ci a eu trop de conséquences négatives pour les entités amies. Conséquences, mais toujours négatives. Elle s'est trop amusée aujourd'hui de toute façon, et c'était un peu un coup de bite.
De plus, quelqu'un devait le faire pour elle.
C'est vraiment...? D'accord, alors Satiah a commenté en réponse à l'explication de Qar. Maintenant je suppose que c'est juste qu'on vous attrape sur ce qui s'est passé aussi. Voyons voir............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Nous étions en train de nous asservir ici, en discutant de sujets comme la dissidence de classe supérieure et comment la détourner efficacement, le ton d'Amen, et comment diriger le discours de la manière la plus stratégique. Bien sûr, notre discussion s'échauffait assez, mais elle s'arrêta, puis continua innocemment et sans remords. Dans son esprit, elle justifiait cela comme une indication de sa conscience. Vous pensiez presque que vous étiez sur le point de regarder une bagarre dans les rues, à l'exception d'un ami, faite de responsables de palais, à l'intérieur d'une étude, et plus susceptible de causer un grand scandale parmi tous les civils qui en ont pris connaissance. Heureusement tout semble s'être terminé pour le mieux, n'est-ce pas cette juste prêtresse Nab-
L'air est devenu étrange. Étrangement étrange, et tout le monde pouvait le dire.
C'est-à-dire?
L'atmosphère s'est évanouie aussi vite qu'elle est venue. C'est bizarre. Peut-être que c'était juste parce qu'elle utilisait un titre? Quoi qu'il en soit, Satiah s'est reposée les mains sur ses genoux, sans être affectée.
Mais de toute façon, oui, cela conclut mon rapport. On devrait bouger. Le temps s'épuise, a-t-elle dit, gesticulant sur le sablier sur la table, la question la plus importante ici est: que voyez-vous là-bas, Amen? C'est certainement le meilleur endroit pour commencer si nous voulons aller n'importe où.
Name: Satiah
Alias: The General's Favored Servant; Saty
Sex: Female
Age: 21
Date of Birth: September 12
Appearance: As a tall young lady with a well-built form and an imposing silhouette, one could be forgiven for believing Satiah to be some kind of stoic brute at the service of her liege - an impression which usually fades immediately after she opens her mouth. Her hair and eyes aren't as notable as her form, being black and brown, respectively. She keeps her hair in an untidy bob that terminates just below chin-length. As far as fashion goes, she shows a preference for conservative layers of dark, simply-designed and loose-fitting robes. Underneath, she wears simple sheathe skirt and banded sandals.
Personality: There is a saying that servants and children should be seen, not heard. In a way, this applies to Satiah equivocally. With social graces that have long since atrophied from disuse, maintaining silence is not an unusual command for her to hear, and one she understands the rationale behind very well. However at the same time, she is her father's daughter, and can be quite vocal when the occasion presents itself - a scenario which, given her new station, has a good chance of becoming "most of the time". Clearly this is a combination of traits that spells disaster, but there is a reason she's been called "a misguided fool who stands a good chance at dying futilely in an effort to prove herself" by her mentor more than once.
Fortunately, there's also a saying that the gods take care of fools; not that this would cause Satiah any great relief, for such a possibility runs completely contrary to the convictions carved into her being. And more than gods, more than gold and more than glory, there is nothing that Satiah believes in more than her convictions, almost to a martyresque extent. In that sense, she could be considered a sort of magician in her own right - a devotee who creates mysteries through force of industry rather than divine petition. Although at the same time, there is something about her bearing and dogged adherence to beliefs that suggests a cornered rat.
But why wouldn't they? Her enemy is none other than the system of the world itself, and her beliefs have long since crossed into heresy. The gods who play their games with the fate of humanity, and the kings who wield their supposed birthrights like a sword, amassing power while their people burn. Such are the truths that Satiah holds in highest disdain, but they are also the realities by which the world she lives is run. If life is to be improved for all, then the scales of the past law must be cast aside. Indeed, while her dedication is her greatest virtue, it is also her greatest hubris. Regardless, only time will tell if things truly can change, or if she is simply deluding herself.
As far as her conduct goes, Satiah is overall someone that is earnest but provincial, with an aura of underlying intensity that pervades her deeds. Well-intentioned but not necessarily kind, and chronically incapable of half-assing anything, hers is a pure but misguided sense of justice. She respects honesty, audacity, and individuals of great dedication (even if what they are dedicated to opposes her own beliefs), and cannot stand the roundabout nature of politics or bush-beating. A fool to the very end.
Biography: Where there is a king, there will always be those who oppose his rule. Satiah's father Hakor, a prominent and charismatic military leader, was one of these people, as were her brothers Siamun, Ahmose, and Muthis. They paid for their treason with their lives, disgraced and executed after leading a revolt against Pharaoh Thutmose. A similar fate was to fall upon the young Satiah and her mother Ipu, but they were spared due to the efforts of one of her father's former subordinates, a rising star in the navy named Khay, and consigned to a life of slavery under him instead.
She would not understand why until she was far older, but it was still life and for that Satiah and her mother were grateful. However the ideals of her father had already stuck into her young mind, and the life of a slave only served to ingrain them deeper into her traumatized psyche and create a deeper awareness of what her family considered symptomatic of the world's evils. It was around this point that she determined that something had to be done, and that if nobody was willing to do it, she would have to. But of course, being a slave, the young girl had no means to achieve such a goal; so she decided to make herself indispensable in the service of her master as means of acquiring some vague notion of an opportunity that she assumed she'd gain.
Which she did.
At the twilight of her adolescence, Khay, hearing of his slave's deviant philosophies, had revealed himself to Satiah and her mother one of Hakor's proponents, but one too afraid (or perhaps wise enough not) to follow him into revolution. Allowing them to live safely was to be his way of paying the man back, but it was clear by Satiah's vocality on the issue of populism that such a thing was not to happen. So instead, he decided he would train Satiah, make her strong, and in doing so, perhaps enable her to incite change - though not as violently as her father had attempted. But when it became clear that she'd possessed no natural talent and was inherently incapable of dedicating herself to a god through the years of petition required, Khay decided to cut his losses and abandon the project; for without powerful magic at her beck and call, what hope did a slave have of rising in status?
Despite this conclusion, Satiah remained unfazed. Rather than resign herself to mere mortality, she was determined to demonstrate that although she was doomed to mortality, she was no lesser than any magician. She was not granted power, so the fact that she had been turned away from for not performing well was simply natural to her. Instead, through excruciating perseverance, she was determined to earn it.
And slowly but surely, the officer's eye turned back on the revolutionary's daughter, and after the umpteenth request, was only barely disposed enough to continue instructing her. But instead of wasting time behind closed doors in the wee hours of the night, Satiah would be forced to prove herself on the battlefield when Khay - now a general - brought her along with him on his campaign in western Asia.
Taking a laissez-faire approach to his protege, Khay had Satiah unofficially take responsibility for a small, disreputable section of his army by acting as a messenger issuing "his" commands. Success and failure were to be her teachers now, and by the end of the campaign, she knew them both well. That said, it did not take too long for people to catch on, as the chance in tactics was quite glaring, but at the end of the day, Satiah had succeeded in her goal: she managed to successfully acquire a reputation among those in power - if only out of novelty's sake, and oft to make jokes at her expense. And by that point, it had become an open secret that she was the strategist behind her regiment's upward trend.
When Pharaoh Thutmose died and the military was to issue a representative to the young princeling, the upper echelons of the military were confident that their general would choose someone suitable for the task. In hindsight, what did happen should have been immediately obvious, but nobody really expected the savvy general to put the daughter of a prominent revolutionary in such a precarious position. But he did. He chose Satiah, fulfilling the promise he'd made for her all those years ago.
And now making her ideals a reality falls upon herself, and herself alone.
Combat Information
Magician: No
Deity: N/A
Equipment:Bow and Quiver - The principle weapon of the Egyptian military, historically speaking. As far as appearances go, it's a rather nondescript armament, clear of decor and simply strung - the kind you could pick up at any garrison. The leather quiver worn across her back is likewise lacking in decoration. A very standard weapon through and through. That said, the way Satiah wields her bow can hardly be called standard style. Fortunately, archery is not her most potent means of conducting combat, just a secondary methodology that she bears a sufficient degree of proficiency with.

Ability:Combat Analysis - Heightened analytical and observational capacity refined by a hellish combination of training, experience, and singleminded dedication to the art and science of battle, at the cost of proper etiquette and decent general education. The product of countless hours sparring against mortal and mage alike, and leading missions across western Asia. Although translatable to small unit tactical functions, due to the biases of her personality clashing with the reality of large scale conflicts, it loses efficacy as the amount of people she needs to look after grows. At the same time, because of those biases, it bears special effectiveness against enemies of a magical bend.
Hand to Hand Combat - Satiah's true weapon of choice none other than her body. As refining the state of the body was oft the priority of her training, this struck her as the next logical step. After all, more potent than any mundane blade is a body reinforced by essence, and there is no little surprise in an archer who cuts the distance to level a powerful fist into a complacent opponent's core vitals. Besides, anything that conserves time is a blessing to someone who has a very tight schedule.
Servantry - As someone who'd lived as a slave for the vast majority of her life, Satiah is capable of undertaking all sorts of household chores and fieldwork. This also includes utilities of a military persuasion, such as chariot driving, camp setting, and so on.
Faux Pas - Denotes Satiah's... unique competence in politically important situations. A dangerous ability.

Techniques:
Parameters
Essence: 3 / 5
Attunement: - / 5
Magic: - / 5
Strength: 4 / 5
Speed: 4 / 5
Body: 5 / 5
Wisdom: 1 / 5