Chapter 1.7: Memphis Falls
As you smash the orb with your sickle sword, the old man's broken body drops to the ground, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The black tendrils shrink and evaporate, and soon there is no hint they ever existed. You turn to look for the king, but he is no longer there. King Sargon, in fact, had staggered off to get another chariot and plunge back into the battle while you were occupied with the monster. He should be able to take it from here. You stoop to take care of your wounds... and realize that they do not hurt anymore. In fact, they have begun to scar, fresh pink flesh growing where the tendrils had eaten away at your body.
Guess we forgot to mention that, did we?
This is just another one of the nifty tricks you can pull.
Congratulations, by having us with you, you won't be able to die!
"You mean... I'm immortal?"
To just about everything I'd say.
But don't get too eager about it, when you get stabbed it still hurts like a bitch.
It's a small thing, really, so just think of it like a... a bonus or something, for letting us stay in you.
It's a bit too much for you to process. Immortality? To live forever? This was something you never sought - you don't know what to do with eternal life. Your pleasures in life were simple, not grand. But you suppose that you should deal with this one step at a time. For now, you have to find out just what that thing was.
You know the stars, right? Up in the sky? Well, that thing came from beyond those stars.
It's not the only one of its kind. They tend to gather in seats of civilization.
When you get a lot of people in one place, power tends to accumulate there. Political, military, economic... you get the idea.
You don't really get the idea, but you let the voices continue.
So these things will creep in and try to take over all that power.
Of course, given how damned ugly they are, they need to hide in hosts, disguising their presence.
There's many types of them out there, but they all share the same desire: to lord over humans as you would over cattle.
If they gather in seats of power, you have to wonder: were there any of them in the royal capital of Akkad?
Probably. They are not always at the top of the hierarchy, though they will try to infest those who wield power.
You look at the old man. His head-gear and kohl markings indicate that he is a member of the priestly caste. Definitely an influential member of Egyptian society. If there was more like him in Sumeria...
You shake your head. There were more important things to take care off right now. You pick up an abandoned spear from the ground and head back into battle.
***
Memphis falls that very night. The royal family had long fled the city though - the servants indicated that the pharoah and his kin had ran for the sea. Over the victory feast in the palace's great hall, Sargon lamented that he would not be able to strangle the pharoah to death with his bare hands. He has made no mention to you about the thing in the desert so far, and so you do not bring up the issue. As you made your way around the hall, the men praised your name to the gods; your heroic rescue of the right flank had endeared you to them greatly.
Before you could take your place besides King Sargon at the table, a messenger walks in and kneels before him.
"Hail King Sargon the Great, brave conqueror of Ebla and Phoenicia, and now Egypt, and places many more. I bring word from his loyal son, King Rimush, priest-king of the Akkadian Empire."
Sargon's brow darkened at those words. "And what word would my prince bring me?" The messenger gave a slight smirk of satisfaction, as if irritating Sargon amused him.
"King Rimush hereby decrees: The gods of old have sent a divine message that they have stepped down to make way for a new chief of the heavens. As defender of the faith, the king of the Akkadian Empire must obey and worship he whom the gods have chosen. King Rimush is aware that his brave and venerable father might feel disinclined to change his worship at this time of his life, but the people of Akkad and all of Sumer are also loyal subjects of the gods, and cannot be ruled by one who would disobey them. King Rimush would gladly lay his crown before King Sargon should he return and pay homage to the new god. If not, in a token of his good faith, he will leave the barbarian lands ruled by King Sargon unmolested, and hopes they can get along as good neighbours from this day onwards."
Treacherous son, who would've thought that?
A loud roar of rage erupts from around the hall. The men were clearly disapproving of Rimush's actions. Sargon chuckled. "That is a lot of words for such a simple message." He sprang from his chair, his speed belying his age, and sunk his dagger into the messenger's chest. The messenger expires with a surprised gasp, his hands clutching at the king's cloak. Kicking the corpse to the ground, King Sargon gives you an order, "Ean, take his head and wrap it up. After we are rested and fed, I will be returning to discipline my son... and Shulgi."
***
A. You return to Sumeria with the king. You are interested in finding out what Shulgi and Naram have been up to while you were away. Furthermore, the voices suspect there may be more of that thing you fought in the desert hiding out in Akkad - if true, it would be best to root them out.
B. You remain behind as governor of Egypt and the lands stretching between it and Sumer. Sargon leaves you with five hundred men to hold the peace while he goes to bring his wayward son to heel. While developing Memphis and consolidating your - well, technically the king's - rule, you may also find out more about the black tendriled creature that had been lurking here.
C. You flee into the wilderness. Ruling and politics and treacherous princes are not your cup of tea.