feast [By modern standards, and even those of the Drabwurld, this man looks a little out of place. For one thing, he's perilously under-dressed, wearing little more than a linen kilt, sandals, and a few pieces of jewelry, though he has at least found a cloak somewhere and looks a little less likely to freeze to death because of it.
He doesn't partake in any feasting or revelry himself, but merely stands to one side and watches, keeping a deathgrip on the strap of the traveling physician's chest over his shoulder.
He's thousands of years out of his comfortzone and surrounded by barbarians. Surely a little caution is warranted.]
locket [It is a written message, not voice or visual. He prefers it that way. The formal lines of (what he reads as) hieroglyphics are soothing, orderly and familiar when so little else is.]
I am Sinuhe, an Egyptian, son of Senmut, named He Who Is Alone by Pharaoh , and I am a man of renown in my own country. I am a physician trained in the House of Life. I can restore sight to the blind, open skulls and treat many illnesses, and my name is known by both the great and the humble. Though held in this place against my will, I have resolved to set myself up once more as a physician, and hereby entreat those who suffer to seek my name that I may do what I can to treat their maladies.
Likewise, I entreat those skilled in similar arts to make themselves known so that together we might increase our knowledge and skill.
I, Sinuhe, He Who Is Alone, have written these words.
[OOC: I'm gonna blame my lateness on it being damn hard to find properly egyptian pbs, yep, that's it.]
Sinuhe | The Egyptian | Undecided Court (omg I am the latest ever to this party)
[By modern standards, and even those of the Drabwurld, this man looks a little out of place. For one thing, he's perilously under-dressed, wearing little more than a linen kilt, sandals, and a few pieces of jewelry, though he has at least found a cloak somewhere and looks a little less likely to freeze to death because of it.
He doesn't partake in any feasting or revelry himself, but merely stands to one side and watches, keeping a deathgrip on the strap of the traveling physician's chest over his shoulder.
He's thousands of years out of his comfortzone and surrounded by barbarians. Surely a little caution is warranted.]
locket
[It is a written message, not voice or visual. He prefers it that way. The formal lines of (what he reads as) hieroglyphics are soothing, orderly and familiar when so little else is.]
I am Sinuhe, an Egyptian, son of Senmut, named He Who Is Alone by Pharaoh , and I am a man of renown in my own country. I am a physician trained in the House of Life. I can restore sight to the blind, open skulls and treat many illnesses, and my name is known by both the great and the humble. Though held in this place against my will, I have resolved to set myself up once more as a physician, and hereby entreat those who suffer to seek my name that I may do what I can to treat their maladies.
Likewise, I entreat those skilled in similar arts to make themselves known so that together we might increase our knowledge and skill.
I, Sinuhe, He Who Is Alone, have written these words.
[OOC: I'm gonna blame my lateness on it being damn hard to find properly egyptian pbs, yep, that's it.]