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M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Apr-25-2012 16:52



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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-9-2012 19:00

The inside of the tent was sweltering, and rivulets of sweat streaked the back of Molly’s neck as she perused a scroll. The only illumination offered was a dusty old lamp, nearly clogged with the desert sands of Egypt that surrounded her on all sides. Her eyelashes were clogged with the damned sand- her ears, her hair, it gritted between her teeth when she spoke, and her entire mouth tasted of parched rocks and sunlight. It was more torture than a soul should have to bear.
But she only had to bear it for a night longer, she thought as her blood began to pound with adrenaline. For there on the scroll, concealed in the centuries-old hieroglyphics, was the answer to the riddle they had been searching for. The location of the 9 scored ankh of Hatshepsut, or “The Nine Lives” as it was called in most theory. A priceless ankh cast of white gold, encrusted with 9 huge rubies around the rim, and priceless stones all down the hilt. It was a long-lost treasure, coveted by many seekers. It was said to be cursed, however. Some said that the Gods grew infuriated at Hatshepsut’s arrogance, of her taking the sacred symbol and making it gaudy with worldly accoutrements. The very thing that was to guarantee her enduring life, was said to have cursed her, and brought her downfall. It was said that Senenmut, her chief architect and lover, had realized this mistake and hidden the artifact away. But it was too late for he and his queen both. The only thing that remained of this legacy was the tattered papyrus scroll he had left as a riddled guide to the ankhs location.
Molly had pored for hours over the papyrus, and the singular riddle it contained.
“If you go where it is most holy. The ninth will grant you life.” Just beneath this was a crude sketch of a pillar. Molly had suddenly been struck with its meaning. Most holy. The temple Senenmut had built for Hatshepsut at Deir El-Bahari. It was called Djeser-Djeseru, or “Holy of Holies” The ninth will grant you life- the pillar must


Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-9-2012 19:00

reference the many colonnades in the structure- perhaps the ninth was the clue. She hurriedly scrawled this in her notes, but abandoned them as she shook Thomas awake and hurriedly whispered her discovery. He sprang out of bed and saddled the horses as she grabbed her tools, and they mounted and set out for the looming temple that they had made camp near 10 days past.
“Madam I hate to alarm you, but there are lights following us.” Thomas whispered to her, scratching his balding head in worry as he turned to glance over his shoulder. Molly followed his look and saw a string of lights rapidly drawing close to their camp.
“Behind the dune, Thomas!” she whispered, and they steered their mounts off to the right, where a large crag of sand would conceal them from curious eyes.
“What are they doing?” he whispered, and she rose up to get a better look.
“That’s an awful lot of light.” She murmured, squinting her eyes. “Oh! Thomas! They’ve lit our tent on fire!”
“What!” He shouted, and she quickly shushed him. She could barely make out the shouts of the men, as their torchlight seemed to suddenly spread out in every direction.
“Thomas, they’re searching for us.” She breathed.
“Who are they?” he whispered.
“It’s hard to say. It could be government, it could be treasure-hunters. Or the people that inhabit the dunes. Perhaps we were too vocal about our mission.”
But the answer soon came to the duo, for a band of three or four men came their way, riding on horseback. The shifting sands concealed their horses steps, and Thomas petted at the muzzle of the horses, dissuading them from making much noise. Molly squinted her eyes, but soon widened them in shock as one of the men came close enough to make out his face.

“Where in the blazes could that woman have gone?” Jack Billings asked, casting his eyes about curiously. In one hand he held a sheaf of papers- the notes from her desk! Surely now he would know the location of the ankh. “No matter, she led us right to the


Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-9-2012 19:01

treasure. Onward!”
So saying, he spurred his mount, and with an answering cry, his men urged their horses towards the great silent complex of Deir El-Bahari. When they had gone, Thomas turned to his partner. “I do believe the jig is up.” He said sadly. Molly was chewing her lip in thought.
“No, Thomas.” She finally said, narrowing her eyes. “That man has taken enough from me already, I’ll be damned to hell if he gets this one too!”
Before he could blink, she had sprang onto her horse and torn off in hot pursuit of her husband.
“What a spectacularly troubled marriage.” Thomas muttered to himself as he laboriously drew himself into the saddle again.
By the time the two had reached the complex, 5 horses milled about complacently, the reins dropped in the sand. Molly and Thomas dismounted a ways away, dropping their reins and pulling out their guns in unison. On fleet feet they darted up the endless stairs and terraces, once filled with gardens so long ago, now just stones and sand, drawing closer to Hatshepsuts temple. They heard voices at the top, and the unmistakable clanging of a shovel on stone.
“I’m certain this is the one, dig faster!” Jack was saying, and the man he spoke to nodded once and struck out harder with the shovel at the base of the colonnade. Sparks rang out. Thomas made a move to run forward, but Molly stopped him, her brow furrowed in concentration. “That isn’t right, Thomas.” She whispered excitedly. “the scroll, the column in the scroll was from a different perspective. This isn’t the right side, it’s the opposite column.”
Both pairs of eyes moved to the other column, rising up into the darkness 10 yards away. She quietly shushed her partner and led him to it in a crouch, praying the group would not turn and notice their progress. She got down on her knees and felt around, tracing the ancient symbols with her fingertips until she found one, rough-hewn in a crude ankh. The stone beneath her fingers gave a little, rattling. Praying to the Gods

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-9-2012 19:01

for silence, she groped for its edges and slid it out of the column. There, just behind it, winking at her in its obscenity, was the bejeweled artifact. She grasped it and passed it to Thomas without a moment to spare, rising as he dropped it into his satchel. She turned to him with a triumphant look and suddenly registered the eerie silence, and Thomas’ pale face in torchlight that was suddenly too bright.
“Well done, my darling wife.” Came Jack Billings voice, and she spun on her heel to find her husbands handsome face an inch from her own, as was the pistol he had aimed at her. “Now hand over the ankh, and I won’t have to become a widower.”
“Don’t do it, Thomas.” She said immediately, but concern for her well-being won out, and Thomas handed Jack the satchel.
“Good man.” Jack said casually, and then shot him between the eyes. The men circled around the scene chortled at Molly’s scream. “Tell you what, dear. We’ll give you a fighting chance. You’ll get a three minute head start, then we’ll be after you. We’ll see how long you can last in the desert without your faithful assistant.”
Tears streaking down her cheeks, Molly wasted no time, turning on her heel and fleeing as fast as she could. As she darted down the terraces towards the horses, she prayed to God for Thomas, and for the strength to face her husband some other time, in some other place, and regain the cursed treasure her friend had died for."

To be continued... on the RP Board under Nine Lives! ;D *mugs for invisible cameras*



M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

May-9-2012 23:38

So it has been brought to my attention about two particular posts. I didn't say anything and I should have when it first appeared so I do apologize about not saying anything at first.

I regret to say that Ms. Ivy Spini, you are hereby disqualified from this competition. The rules specifically stated that the posts begin on Saturday May 5 and your post was on Friday May 4th. Your post is also more than four posts long.

Also I regret to inform Ms. Molly Maltese of the same thing. Your post says that it is to be continued on the RP Board, making it more than four posts long as well.

Although you both have had great posts, I do apologize but the rules are rules.

Summer Daze
Summer Daze
Freedom Fighter

May-10-2012 05:06

What a pity Marc - but I understand you have to make it completely fair.

But couldn't Molly and Ivy resubmit their entries with amendments? If they are able to make their entries short enough to fit the 4 posts rule won't that be okay? Hope so because they both have some great - albeit very different styles of - creative writing!

Ivy Spini
Ivy Spini
Well-Connected

May-10-2012 06:57

Rules are rules indeed. Wouldn't want to beat the dead horse, but I can resubmit. There are 6848 symbols in text, and the length is less then 4 posts. I wanted to have some structure in spacing and made a mistake.

Cekuray
Cekuray
Well-Connected

May-10-2012 07:48

Plus, in the beggining Marc, yourself said is a very good post (Ivy's) and you are waiting for more posts from other players. In a way, you legalised Ivy's post. It's just fair to reconsider your position towards her writings. She put in some effort and we have to appreciate that. I say we allow Ivy to compete, as she had the greatest courage and start this contest :D
She is a good writer and you have to give her a chance for the contest.
Molly also wanted to populate this contest, make it more interesting, with more stories for the judges to choose from. In the end, you judge here the best post and makes no sense in not allowing people to give their best shot. These contests are for Sleuthville's fun and everybody should be encouraged to write. I am for admitting them both in the competition.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-10-2012 07:51

Oh my, this is certainly interesting. Technically however, this story isn't to be continued on the RP board, its a poor word choice. This is the prologue, the separate back-story that I liked so much I decided to provide as a basis for another activity the Sleuth community adores so much. This line, set in Deir el-Bahari, will not be continued. Everything on the RP board continues in a present time, so TEEEEECHNICALLY, it won't be continued.

However, if this is really too much, you can have an editor strike my last post from the board, and I can resubmit it without mention of another community activity now available. *eyebrow wiggle*

Do let me know.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-10-2012 07:52

Thank you for the support Cekuray, that is kind of you. :)

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