Suppose I can't blame them.
The spirits, I mean. Not having a death-tuned godling at the helm, much less one not of the Pesedjet, was something to bitch over. Mind, I was irritated at the time. However, it does make sense. And I figured out where they really wanted me - at the rails watching for trouble. Very little really happened. Saw another barge with some of the Pesedjet on them.
Everything else is really covered in the official report. I'm still not comfortable with this Isis business, though. 'She of the Throne'? Really? I can see about a thousand different places Fate could be steering me on this, and none of them are anything I really want to deal with. Guess we'll just have to see how it goes, though. Still haven't had time to really talk to Artemis after everything. Dad's stupid horses took us straight to Egypt. But...given how long she's actually been a goddess, it's probably nothing to fret over. Pity I can't get them to hit Goras' troops from behind. Slow them up even more, but...I think this fight is going to be settled under the Sphinx's gaze. Proverbially. Hopefully not literally.
Not really much else to get into. Not without this degenerating into brainless rambling about random crap. Shouldn't take too long to finish up here...of course, I fully expect there to be a fight or five. We got down here far too easily. But nothing for it yet. Just have to wait for Fate to turn around and bite us square in the ass on it.
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