metagame: (Murder is probably the thing I do best.)
Atem ([personal profile] metagame) wrote in [community profile] linkingup2024-09-29 12:53 pm

The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust
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[personal profile] prozaic 2024-10-02 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Here's a certain someone who thinks Atem shouldn't have a moment to breathe. In fact, here's a Bufula coming his way (15) from behind, because there's no such thing as true honour in a fight.

That's just a myth. Everything is just the art, for the drama, what creates the most impact and becomes the most soul-shaking tragedy possible.]
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[personal profile] prozaic 2024-10-02 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
There's no such thing as politeness and honour in a fight. No such thing as a duel, but a part of a play, and politeness is merely a scripted act before the violence.

A prelude, if you will. The build-up to something that is, in itself, the build-up to another, greater moment.

[Neglecting the need to heal himself, Shalem simply points his staff at Atem. His stance is mostly at rest, just with his arm raised. If magic will do nothing, then his staff will do. Shame it isn't a sword, though. Except, there's something on the floor that catches his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he drops the staff to dart across the floor.

He snatches up Atem's khopesh and in the same motion converts his momentum into a Giant Slice (20).]