musetime | You need a big god

[The land is a lot different to what he is used to. It feels hot and dry and he can already feel a little homesick for his homeland.

Honestly, he had concerns about pushing a campaign so far away from India. It was not something that he considered a good move, but his father would hear nothing of it. Well, father is pushing it. His mother's husband and king. It was why he lead troops forward into what he considered unnecessary bloodshed.

Karna was not heartless though. He was not one to give up, but he was not a fool. His pride or ego was not worth the cost of having all his men die. He may be the king's "son" but he was still a deity and the masses was still his priority as a deity of charity. It was why he surrendered with the bargain that they would let his men march back to their homes and family in exchange of letting himself be captured. It's why he found himself entering a foreign city among men that he was fighting just before. Leading them was a strong mage with a curious appearance. An abundance of purple hair and long ears. He was sure he heard her being called Nitocris, but he hasn't spoken the entire time. It was probably best that he observe before speaking.

The palace is wondrous and tall and he finds that he's quite taken by the architecture of the his new surroundings. The mage announces their return as they stop in the throne room. Everyone bows as she announces the man before him. Everyone, but Karna. He wasn't going to easily bow to someone that was not his own ruler.]

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[It was a fool's task, to push a war furthur into a country that was blessed by the gods. As if Ra would allow he and his people to spill blood on the sands of Egypt.

Hearing news from one of Nitocris' familiars that the leader of the enemy army had given themselves up to save their people from the wrath of the Pharaoh.... well, to put it lightly, he was delighted. He sits upon his tall, golden throne now feeling as bright as the sun itself.

A laugh daring to bubble out of his chest and echo around the chamber as he first steals a glance of the beautiful visage of the royal mage who enters first. Always nervous and never speaking up, honestly--she was endearing, but she still had much to learn. But to bring him this individual, the one said to be able to summon the strength of the sun as well...

Dark eyes flash with an odd life as following behind her, set in gold chains, is the pale individual. Wrapped in a cloak to protect pale, fine skin from the brutal rays of Ra's light. He couldn't quite see the face of the being they'd stolen in exchange for the lives of the remainder of India's army, but he was excited, nonetheless.

Standing in front of that magnificent throne of gold, his head tilts back to look down his nose at all who now stand before him. Arms crossed over his chest, a long, hooked scepter clenched in his hand.

There's a long pause, before he bellows out a laugh--high, amused, and most certainly haughty before he throws an arm out. A grand motion with golden gauntlets that shine with lapis lazuli engraved within them.]

Raise your head, all those who stand in front of me! Do not lower your head in the presence of he who was chosen by the gods!

You, who are brought before me--a warrior who has given their hands up in exchange for the life of all those who followed you! Cowardly! But intelligent. You knew your forces were not enough to face the might of he who dares to stand up to the might of the King of Kings.

Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair. No force in heaven or earth could have changed this outcome. Are you prepared to face what fate has decided for you? Remove your hood, let me look into the eyes of he who gave his life for his land!

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