Who: Isis, NPC High Priest of her Temple Where: Qurac When: Monday, May 30th, 2010 Summary: Isis starts the aid mission to one of their neighboring countries and reflects on the task ahead of her. Notes: Isis' presence is likely to be covered by some of the news media of the world, especially the fact that Khandaq is taking refugees and the 'Queen' is going on the aid mission personally.
The land was bleeding. Bare feet touching the ground, the misery of the earth was more than apparent to Isis. They had just set up camp and she already could tell she would have a lot to do here in Qurac. There was a lot to heal, many broken people and a broken earth. It cried out to her.
“Who could do such a thing?” she asked, the question was half rhetorical, half real. She did wonder what type of person it took to do this. To cause this sort of chaos, this sort of suffering.
“Just another costumed maniac.” said her High Priest, a gent by the name of Zafir. He was of his early middle years, fit and tan, healthy and entirely devoted to his home country of Kahndaq. He’d fled when the government collapsed into a series of juntas and oligarchies, but now under Black Adam and Isis, he felt he could be proud to be Kahndaqi again. “I have to say, Holiness, that I do not like this. We make a tempting target.” he said, looking around nervously.
“Sometimes, I do wonder if my husband has the right idea,” she said more to herself. These people tended to do nothing but introduce chaos and suffering. The one who had done this had been dubbed a villain, but one man’s villain was often someone else’s hero and you had to wonder the motive behind this.
She looked over at Zafir and smiled, “Do not fear, if I’m unable to protect us we have quite a few guards more than willing to do that job. The way the earth is crying out, I can’t ignore this. It’s too close,” she looked out away from camp, “And it’s too much. Reach out and you’ll feel it too,” she said softly.
Zafir made a gesture of submission. “Of course, Great Lady, I merely was expressing concern for the safety of the acolytes and workers we are to oversee.” he said. “I agree that this land has been tainted, poisoned. Healing it is the right thing to do.” he said. He himself had no metagene, no exotic powers, but that didn’t matter in Kahndaq.
Did it?
“I wish I could say for sure how long we will have to be here, but it seems my work is piled in front of me,” Isis said, a hand resting on her hip, “I fear more for homesickness than I do physical safety, the latter is easy to assure and to provide, the former...” she looked at him out of the side of her eye, “Do you think the others will be able to keep morale up away from home? Possibly for months?”
“We shall endeavor to provide it.” he said with an easy smile, getting lost in her eyes for just a brief moment. “Do you know where it is we should be setting up the refugee center? And are we issuing Kahndaqi compassion visas to enter our homeland?” he asked carefully.
“Near the center of camp, and we may have to triage those coming in,” Aset said, considering the best location. In the middle it could be easily guarded, heavily warded, and openly blessed. As for the other question, that answer was a lot more obvious, “And of course we are. We are taking any refugees who come to us seeking shelter.” She didn’t know if she’d have the heart to turn any way. Not after how they had suffered.
“I will attend to it, Great One.” he said, then stepped away to oversee and to pitch in the construction of the medical triage center. But first things had to come first - his Ancient Egyptian was truly quite poor, but considering how the language had been dead for centuries, he thought some small errors in pronunciation would be forgiven. The land used for healing had to be blessed, as did their medical gear.
He just hoped the Great Lord was able to provide the Western medical and ecological gear they’d requested. What they had was ... not great.
Aset walked slowly after him, the injured ground crying beneath her feet. Even if she had been in the mood to grow flowers, she doubt she could on this land.
At least not yet. She had work to do. People to shelter and a land to heal.