#Son of the Medjai

[iilahalzili]

Concern washes over the Medjay's expression, quickly suppressing the golden flames that lick at the building nearby. He had not expected anyone to be around the abandoned village, taking the moment to test his gift. A golden color fades from his eyes, returning to the calm lavender hues, "Where did you come from, little one?" It is not a place even an adult should be wandering, "You're quite far from any village." Why would she be out here? Deep within, he can feel the Winged Dragon stir, something awakening it.

@lil-kissy ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ☼ Medjay starter

[teecupangel]

Bayek meeting Desmond?

Like, Desmond gets transported back to Egyptian times and becomes a merchant or protector of some small town, and Bayek comes waltzing through.

They meet and Desmond (who may be a bit thick) doesn't connect the Hidden Ones/Assassin/Medjay relationship. And Bayek just sees this guy who might be Greek and obviously isn't Egyptian protecting this small Egyptian town. Chaos ensues.

Romance may bloom?

It would be possible for Desmond to not put two and two together because he’s never even heard of the Hidden Ones and only saw Amunet’s statue as a ‘proto-Assassin’.

There’s also this sense of loyalty he feels towards the ‘Assassin Brotherhood’ as a title because of his Bleed of Altaïr.

As far as he knows, their Creed started with the Brotherhood.

And the Hidden Ones do their best to stay out of sight after what had happened before in Sinai.

It also helps that the small town he decided to dig his roots in was an out of the way peaceful town.

They rarely get visitors and, even when they do, those people turn out to either be a relative of one or more of the townspeople or a traveler who got lost.

Desmond got a small house with a small plot of land that can be converted to farmland by saving the son of the village chief who had been chased by a pack of wild animals and had to climb a tree in fear.

Desmond had just been passing by, debating if he should try his luck in going to what would later be called Levant or to just… stop somewhere and try to build a life there.

He was so tired.

So very tired.

And the people of the town had been kind to him. They didn’t ask why he was traveling all by himself.

They even stopped asking about his past after Desmond told them it was a ‘not a kind one’.

And now, here he was…

Working on his farm using the knowledge he had from the small farm that the Farm had, the books Altaïr and Ezio had read during their lifetime about agriculture and the tips and suggestions from his neighbors and fellow townspeople.

And one day…

He appears.

Bayek of Siwa.

He calls himself a traveler.

A few drinks later and he admits to being the last Medjay, traveling the lands to ensure its peace and to help those who need a hand.

Desmond had simply been in the village’s house with most of the men because they wished to present a united front in front of a traveler armed to the teeth.

Desmond saw his missing ring finger and thought of it as a coincidence.

Then…

Their paths intersect once more while Desmond was out in the wilderness near the town, bow in hand and quiver filled with arrows to hunt.

They met by accident and Bayek admits that he heard there were ruins nearby.

Desmond heard the tale, of course.

An ancient city, deep underground, holding the ground from caving in and burying everything with strong stable pillars too many to count.

Desmond has heard of the tales.

And he knew the name.

To be more exact…

His Bleed of Altaïr knew of the name…

Imar.

The fabled City of Pillars.

He also knows that this city was supposed to be somewhere in Levant or near Levant, not here in Egypt.

The tale the villagers would tell their children was that it wasn’t a city.

It was an underground road that would lead to the fabled city.

Desmond never saw anything, not even his Eagle Vision could find anything of interest in this town or anywhere nearby.

The most interesting thing his Eagle Vision had pinged was the gold in the village chief’s house and that was actually the chest where he stored the funds he would use to maintain the towns’ buildings and roads.

But if this man believes he can find that city then Desmond felt the need to follow him.

Because if there really was an underground city or a road that would lead to it nearby?

That could only mean…

There was an Isu facility nearby.

… and perhaps a POE as well.

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Cue a DLC-length storyline of Bayek looking for an underground city with a mysterious young man who seems to embody the core principles of a Hidden One.

[dramaticl0vers]

I need you, protect yourself (Husband! Ardeth Bay x Wife! Reader PART 2)

Your nightmares came back to you, just like they did ten years ago, before you even married Ardeth, only this time it was worse because you had to abandon your children to go with your husband to save the world…again …It felt like an eternity at the beginning.

Investigate the search for Imhotep in secret for months, arrive in London, see how your nephew, whom you had not seen for years, was kidnapped, return to Egypt in search of him… say goodbye to your husband, watching him get lost in the undergrowth from the jungle, not knowing if he was going to survive Anubis' army…Truly traumatic.

But now it was just another nightmare, right? A twisted game that played your head to see you suffer.

You saw the wounds on his face, his tattoos and his tanned skin emerging from the sand, and when you hugged him again…you really thanked God.

Your head was pressed against your husband's injured back the entire trip home, your arms clinging to his chest, as if letting him go from your arms again was mortal… Your head covered with your white linen cloaks, shielding you from the burning sun as the two returned home victorious again, with what was left of the Medjai army following them.

And when they arrived at the town and the cheers of its people could be heard to the heavens, while they cried with joy and threw flower petals at them, you thought that everything had been worth it.

Ardeth got off his horse and helped you off of it. His eyes analyzed yours and finally joined in a passionate kiss, a kiss that you had not experienced in a long time, and that you had hoped to feel. You turned to putty in his strong arms, sighing.

The other families were with the warriors who had returned…and those who did not mourn their loss, but were proud that their sons, husbands, brothers and fathers had died in such a noble cause.

—MOM, DAD!—

Oh, for god's sake, when you heard those two little voices in the crowd, you knew everything had turned out well.

You let go of your husband's arms with euphoria, and looked around, only to see your two kids running towards you. Your eyes suddenly stung with tears and you ran to throw yourself on the ground, just like your husband, who, like you, opened his arms towards them.

Your daughter and son threw themselves into your arms with joy, as tears ran down your face and you hugged them tightly, filling their faces and heads with kisses.

You felt Ardeth's arms around the three of you, you leaned on his chest and continued kissing their heads.

—My children, my babies —

You said, Ardeth caressed your son's head and kissed your hair.

[…]

Your children lay asleep, and music and laughter could be heard from the center of the village from the festival in their honor, you watched the fun of your village with a smile before finally entering your shared tent.

Your eyes fell on Ardeth, who lay standing with his back to you, watching the flames of the torch burn down.

You walked towards him slowly and wrapped your arms around his chest, resting your head on his shoulder blade.

—We're in home…—

You sighed, your husband turned around and hugged you, burying his face in your neck and placing a kiss on it. His beard tickled you and a small giggle left your lips as he clung to you tighter.

—When was the last time you were in my arms like this?—

He asked, kissing your shoulders covered with the black fabric.

—Months ago…—

You said, sighing and closing your eyes.

—Ardeth…do you think…that thing will come back?—

You asked, a shiver running down your spine. Your husband left your neck and took his hands from your waist to your cheeks.

—If he did, I would be calm… I'm talking about, I have the bravest warrior in the entire desert by my side, why should I be afraid?—

He said smiling, kissing your lips. The kiss became more fiery as the minutes passed. You broke away from the kiss and looked at him, with a flirtatious smile and a look that expressed mischief.

—If so, why don't you come and we have a sword fight?—

The Medjai let out a loud laugh and his grip returned to your waist, pulling you close to him forcefully.

—If that mummy was not the cause of my death, I am sure that you will be, woman—

[howtotrainabraincell]

A little rant...okay I got carried away so it's kinda long... apologies divine readers

Am I the only one that has noticed a rather....toxic pattern in Assassin's Creed romantic relationships?

In Unity the "relationship" between Arno and Elise is...very one sided when I take a deeper look at it. I'ma be fr here...I hated her character. I didn't revel in her death, but the game certainly felt more enjoyable without her presence and without Arno's lovesick puppy act of following her around.

She didn't stand up for him or even question the accusation of him being framed for her father Francois' murder. No 'Hey I know Arno. I love him. I trust him and I know he did not kill my father' or anything. She LEFT HIM TO ROT IN THE BASTILLE??? QUOI?? I AM CONFUSION. She was mad at him for not going after Germain because he wanted to PROTECT HER because he LOVES HER - when they got the chance to meet and kill him again later. And then THE BIG ONE - she abandoned him under that rubble to take Germain on by herself. All she had to do was take a few extra seconds to free Arno, they could have fought him together, and maybe - JUST MAYBE - she wouldn't have died. And it's not just that either it's the leaving him under that rubble for me. She was supposed to 'love him' and she left him under something that was hurting and trapping him? If it were me, I wouldn't stop until he was free Germain be damned. I will free my baguette boy and then we ferry onward to glory!

It seemed like a lecherous kind of situation where Arno gave and gave, and Elise just took and took. I felt like she hardcore used him because she knew how much he loved her, and she fully used that to her advantage. Maybe she did it on purpose, maybe it was unintentional but either way...it had me shaking my head and waving my red flag like I was in the color guard.

The same thing occurs again in Origins with Bayek and Aya. Bayek seems to love Aya a whole lot more than she loves him, and I even get the vibe that she just stayed with him because she got pregnant. I mean...she rejected his proposal because SHE wanted to go back to Alexandria to follow her dreams, SHE didn't want to be the wife of a Medjay, she was what I believe could be termed an 'absent mother' as Bayek spent more time with Khemu than she appeared to, and then she left Bayek to go off on her own and they wound up separated for a year not too long after their son's death. Bayek had to grieve alone while she seemed to just...refuse to grieve. It was strange. She never wanted to discuss Khemu even though Bayek was emotionally available for her to do so (which I loved about him because most men don't do the 'emotionally available' thing as they think it makes them seem weak). The one time I remember in the game when Bayek said that he wished not to be separated from her again after Khemu's death, she shut him up with sex...and then left again not too long after that. Then she eventually separated (read: pretty much divorced him imo) from him to go do her own thing in Rome. I mean...it certainly benefitted the Brotherhood in the long run...but it seems to me like she ran from her grief, left Bayek behind, shut herself down to all discussion of Bayek and then she even changed her identity. Reference to the Aya - Amunet transformation.

Their relationship was just tragic overall to me and the shutting down a conversation with sex, was a major red flag to me that their relationship was not going to survive the death of their son. I do think that Aya had...a type of love for Bayek. A fondness. A feeling of loyalty and a high-level trust. But I do not think for a second that Aya loved Bayek as much as Bayek loved her. Man would have gone to hell and back for her.

Why is the 'men being absolutely whipped for a woman who doesn't appreciate them' a recurring thing in the Assassin's Creed games?

I know I probably read WAAAYY too much into this but as someone who's bigtime into psychology I just - OOF. These were not some healthy fully functioning relationships. And I did not care for either of them in the long run.

Arno deserved better as did Bayek. I think they're both sweethearts - that each have their own faults and flaws of course because they're human beings - but they deserved more.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Look, if you've followed me a while, you know I only write fan fiction of Benedict's characters (and farther in the past, of various AU Benedicts). However, I'm watching the Mummy marathon right now, and my mind is creating head canons for this guy -

Ardeth Bay

Tall, dark, divinely handsome (especially with that glorious hair),oh so mysterious (owing to a tragic loss in his past), a fearless & skilled warrior, a natural, confident leader...and putting all those things together, too damn sexy for words. Beneath the black robes of an ascetic, there beats a heart capable of great passion, though he hides it from to world, to focus solely on his duties.

The Medjai began as Pharaoh's sacred bodyguards and later became the guardians against the evil lying beneath the sands of Hamunaptra. They are referred to as the descendants of those bodyguards, so I'm thinking they come from specific bloodlines or clans. Which would mean they aren't necessarily pledged to a celibate life.😁

His father and grandfather had high standing because of their deeds and bravery. Ardeth showed the same potential, not only throughout his training but also as a youth of true honor and intuitive brilliance. Thus, although his people usually followed the tradition of arranged marriages, he was fortunate to be able to wed for love and not dowery or status. He was 17, and his lovely Sakina was 16, when they took their vows.

Though his responsibilities kept them apart for days or even weeks at a time, the time they had together was true bliss. It was acknowledged in their tribe that they were a blessed match, for Ardeth's love and devotion to Sakina was ever writ clear upon his face - even at the mere mention of her name.

Now here comes the ANGST ('cuz if I were to write him, there would have to be angst!)...

Sakina became pregnant shortly before the one year anniversary of their marriage - but did not live to see what should've been their second. The midwife had predicted she would bear a strong, healthy son from the way Sakina was carrying, but she went into labor two months too soon (modern medicine would use the term placental abruption). The baby was indeed a boy, but Sakina bled out shortly after they placed him in her arms. He followed a scant 36 hours later.

Devastated, feeling he had lost all purpose with the death of his little family, Ardeth threw himself hard into his mission, eventually becoming the fiercest Medjai his people had seen in generations. No one knew the tears he shed in the dark of night for many, many months, and he vowed to himself to never love anyone or anything as much as he had loved Sakina, for the pain of losing her and their child had been nearly unendurable.

So, of course, if I were to write him, I'd create an OFC quite the opposite of his Sakina. A hot-tempered, snarky but astonishingly brave-for-a-woman (the typical social mores of the 1930's at play here) adventuress. Not quite enemies-to-lovers, they'd continually clash, but through shared danger, they'd eventually begin to see past the stereotypes each holds about the other.

[dd122004dd]

Hi could I request jealous Ardeth Bay x fem reader smut?

Yours. Only Yours.

Author's Note: Hello dear reader! Thank you for the request! Unfortunately, I didn't feel like writing smut for this one, so I gave it a bit of a spicy ending. But I might or might not make anther part, just with smut in it. I hope you enjoy this, though!

P.S. Sorry for the delay, was going through some writer's block but now I'm kinda back.

Warnings: None, I don't think.

The scorching sun was setting in the west, birthing vermillion tinged skies as it hid among the sandy dunes in the distance. As Nuit laid a dark cloak over the earth and twinkling stars shone through, making the cool night almost tranquil. Within a camp in the distance hidden among the cooling dunes were people bustling about, preparing for a grand feast. The Medjai were celebrating the vanquishment of their ancient enemy, the one from whom they’d protected humanity for millennia. It had been decided by the chiefs that the five tribes would come together to celebrate their victory against the dark one.

A large bonfire was created in the center of the camping grounds with large pots of food bubbling around in anticipation for the hungry soldiers. The women within the camps wore their finest clothes with various colors and jewels adorning their bodies. Among them was her, Amaira, the one who adored the leader of the Medjai, Ardeth Bay. Her attraction to him was not unfounded. Rising through the ranks quickly, Ardeth had become the youngest leader that the Medjai had seen in decades. Not only was he a capable leader and strategist, he was also an excellent swordsman and gunman. Many women in the camp were attracted to him for his strength and military prowess yet he paid them no heed, choosing to ignore their advances and focusing on his duties.

Amaira too was one of his admirers yet she did not trip over her words whenever she saw him, rather she had a tongue that could cut through steel, injuring anyone who dared cross her path. She engaged the young Medjai in a battle of wits every time he came across her.

The two had been at each other’s throats since the fateful day they had met each other ten years ago when he was a young trainee and she was learning the art of crafting armor for the Medjai. Her father came from a long line of armorers and they had been making armor for the Medjai for generations. Their secret practice, however had been passed down through the matriarchal line, with the sons becoming warriors for the Medjai and the daughters crafting armor to defend their beloved family. ‘The swordsman attacks and the women defend,’ was their family’s motto.

Within her tent she dressed herself, lathering the perfumed oils reserved for special occasions. Lips colored with red rouge and a slight blush adorning her cheeks, making her look youthful and flushed. She wore beautiful navy robes, embroidered with tiny beads that caught the light, shimmering like stars among the night’s sky.

Ready for the feast she emerged from her tent, looking for her friend, Maria. As she made her way towards the festivities, she finally spotted her friend amongst the crowd. She quickly made her way towards her, almost barreling into the younger woman. The women greeted each other before deciding to mingle.

As her friend and her went around the campfire, meeting new friends and talking about the guests and some of their atrocious attires she suddenly caught sight of him, Adreth Bay. The object of her desires yet the bane of her existence.  Her friend noticed her halt, turning towards the direction the woman was staring at Maria noticed a young woman talking to Ardeth, well, rather she was flirting with him. With a large smile on her face as the man in front of her let out a joyous laugh at something she said. “That’s Zaina, the daughter of Chief Akhned,” Maria said.

“How disgraceful,” Amaira scoffed, “Flirting with a man four years her senior, and in front of everyone, too.”

“Are you angry because she is flirting with a man in public, or is it because you wish you were in her place?” Her friend knowingly asked.

Scoffing at her insinuation she replied, “Never. I’d rather eat a camel’s foot than flirt with that arrogant son of a donkey.”

“You say that yet your glare speaks otherwise, dear friend,” Maria rebutted.

Amaira glared at the cozy couple, noticing them drawing closer to each other as the young woman placed a fair hand on the Medjai’s arm, giggling at something he’d said.

Having enough, Amaira stalked towards the cozy couple with a saccharine smile on her face, “Asalaim walaikum.” She greeted.

“Walaikum Al Salam.” The Chieftain’s daughter replied before Ardeth cut in, “Zaina, this is Amaira, her family makes the armor that all the Medjai wear.”

“Aah, how wonderful! I’ve heard of your family. The women in your family must be incredibly talented to have made such incredible armor,” Zaina complimented.

Pride filled her chest as she replied, “Yes, they are. I heard your father was looking for you, you might want to hurry along and see what he wants, afterall, no one should keep the chief waiting.”

Zaina looked at Ardeth, reluctant to leave, yet after a few moments she moved away from the man, bidding him farewell she went to look for her father.

Turning towards the Medjai before her Amaira glared.

“What was that for? I was talking to her.”

“Please, a blind goat could see you flirting from on top of the pyramids.”

“My, my. Jealous, are we?”

“Pssh. Jealous? Over you? I’d die before I admit that.”

“It doesn’t make it untrue, Amaira.”

“You have no proof of anything.”

“Really? I don’t have proof?”

“Really.”

“Then I suppose you glaring daggers into my back wasn’t enough proof? Or perhaps you looking at the poor girl like you wanted her head? Or perhaps the sweet smile you plastered on your face as you swayed your way over here? Or maybe, when you told her, her father was looking for her when you know very well that the chief hasn’t arrived to the feast yet. So tell me, little snake, what proof could you possibly desire? Or perhaps it’s not proof you desire, but me.” Ardeth breathed close to her ear, whispering the last words as he stalked forward with each word till, she was cornered against one of the tents.

“You’re delusional. I could never desire you!” Amaira stated determinedly, unable to breathe from the proximity of the warrior.

“You could never desire me? Or you could never allow yourself to desire me?” He questioned, with a grin on his face, finally glad to hold something over the fiery woman’s head, yet his happiness was short lived as he found himself being pushed to the ground. Before he had a moment to react, a weight deposited herself on his thighs, preventing him from getting up.

“Amaira! What are you doing?!” He asked, frantically.

Smirking down at the man, she replied, “You were right, Ardeth. I do desire you. I have from the moment we met. And your little display with Zamiya really pushed me over the line. What did you think would happen, hmm? That I’d cower and bow before admitting my feelings? If you really thought that, you know me far less than I thought.”

“What’re you trying to do?” He asked as she leaned closer to him, caging his body under her own.

“Showing you, how much you belong to me.” Saying this, she captured the Medjai’s lips with her own. He was stunned at first before melting into the fiery woman, surging upward as he claimed her lips. Yet she didn’t allow him to dominate the kiss, pulling him closer as their mouths clashed together. A battle as old as time among the dunes of the desert. A depiction of their relationship with each other soft at certain moments yet harsh at others.

The couple eventually separated, resting their foreheads against each other’s, slowly panting.

“‘Only I am allowed to touch you this way, to claim you for myself. You belong to me.” She stated.

“Yours. Only yours.” He vowed.

[the-netjeru-are-in-festival]

A New Moon Hymn for Min

"Adoring Min, praising Heru of the Upright Arm! Praise to You, Min, as You appear! You of tall plumes, son of Wesir, born of Aset. Great one in the Senut temple, mighty in Ipu, You of Qubt! Heru Lifting His Arm, Lord of worship Who makes power silent. King of the Gods, rich in perfume, coming from Medjay-land."

[thecaptainoutoftime]

"Thebes, City of the Living. Crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti I. Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh's high priest, keeper of the dead; birthplace of Anck-Su-Namun, Pharaoh's mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her; but for their love, they were willing to risk life itself. To resurrect Anck-Su-Namun, Imhotep and his priests broke into her crypt and stole her body. They raced deep into the desert, taking Anck-Su-Namun's corpse to Hammunaptra, City of the Dead, ancient burial site for the sons of pharaohs, and resting place for the wealth of Egypt. For his love, Imhotep dared to cause anger by going deep into the city, where he took the black Book of the Dead from its holy resting place. Anck-Su-Namun's soul had been sent to the dark Underworld, her vital organs removed and placed in five sacred canopic jars. Anck-Su-Namun's soul had come back from the dead, but Pharaoh's bodyguards followed Imhotep and stopped him before the ritual was complete. Imhotep's priests were condemned to be mummified alive; as for Imhotep, he was condemned to endure the Hom Dai, the worst of all ancient curses. One so horrible had never been done before. He was to remain sealed inside his sarcophagus, the undead for all eternity. The Medjai would never allow him to be released. For he would arise a walking disease, a plague upon mankind, an unholy flesh-eater with the strength of the ages, power over the sands, and the glory of invincibility. For centuries, men and armies fought over this city not knowing what evil lay beneath it; and we, the Medjai, the descendants of Pharaoh's sacred bodyguards, kept watch."

Happy 25th Anniversary to The Mummy

May 7th 1999-May 7th 2024

[mirendils]

not to read too much into legacy outfits but eivor getting bayek’s hidden one mentor robes and basim getting bayek’s medjay robes…eivor getting the robes bayek wears after he leaves his past/understands revenge will not bring his son back and is dedicated to a new family built on love and basim wearing the robes of bayek when he’s clinging to the past, both as a father and as a medjay, the last of a people that are long gone and don’t have a place in this new world with new empires, like basimloki choosing his Isu memories over his present….

[steviestits]

Traveling, Seeking, Found - Part 1

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Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Background Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley Rating: T Summary: Steve Harrington is a former archeologist, who tanked his career after returning scarred from the horrors he saw when he was drafted into the Great War (WWI) and now more focuses on drowning himself in booze and gambling to forget while attempting to help boost Robin’s, his adoptive sister’s, career as she tries to make a name for herself as an Egyptologist. Eddie is a Medjai warrior, who let a French Foreign Legion soldier go, not expecting her to survive the harsh desert. Nancy defied his expectations, and now Eddie must fix his mistake before the mummy that his people have guarded for centuries is released. (Mummy/Mummy Returns AU, Steve is Jonathan, Robin is Evie, Eddie is Ardeth, and Nancy is Rick, Rick/Evie, Jonathan/Ardeth) Eventual Trigger Warning: Off-Screen MPreg in the Mummy Returns section

As Eddie and the other Medjai rode up to the cliff, he could see that the battle was nearing its end. The French Foreign Legion had been driven back by the men on horses all the way to a ruined city barely poking its way out of the shifting sands of the Sahara. They lined up behind broken pillars, aiming their guns as they prepared to make their last stand in hopes that maybe if they fought hard enough, they would make it out of the battle alive. Eddie didn’t care about the battle, though, what he cared about was protecting the ruined city of Hamunaptra from being disturbed and the vile creature held within it from being resurrected.

Everything started before Eddie was born in the city of Thebes, City of the Living, during Pharaoh Seti the First’s rule in the year 1290 BC. It was home not only to Imhotep, the pharaoh’s high priest and keeper of the dead, but also the pharaoh’s mistress, Anck-su-namun, who no other man could touch. However, for their love, they were willing to risk everything and devised a plan to do away with Seti the First to free Anck-su-namun from his grasp.

The two would lure Seti into Anck-su-namun’s bedchambers and show him that another had claimed his prize right before they stabbed him to death. Afterwards, they would claim that assassins came in during the night, knowing no one would question them as they were who the pharaoh trusted most. Except the pharaoh’s daughter, Nefertiti, witnessed the murder and alerted the Medjai who stood guard, ruining their carefully laid schemes.

Imhotep was forced to flee into the night without is beloved as he was the only one who could resurrect Anck-su-namun from the dead. Cornered, she took her own life before the Medjai could descend upon her, assured by her lover that he would do anything to bring her back, which he did. He broke into her tomb with his most loyal of priests then stole her body, bringing it here, to Hamunaptra, City of the Dead and ancient burial site for the sons of pharaohs.

To revive Anck-su-namun, Imhotep would anger the gods he had previously worshiped by traveling deep within Hamunaptra where he stole the sacred Book of the Dead that was housed there. As Anck-su-namun had been mummified, her soul had already been sent to the underworld and vital organs separated into five canopic jars, but they were still fresh. It became a race against time for Imhotep to revive his beloved before the organs shriveled and decayed. Imhotep did manage to complete part of the ritual, only to be abruptly interrupted when the Medjai finally caught up with him, and thus, Anck-su-namun died again.

As punishment for their crimes, Imhotep’s priests were mummified alive, while Imhotep himself was sentenced to undergo the worst of all ancient curses, the Hom-Dai. He would be bound to the mortal realm so his spirit could never know peace in the afterlife then he would be placed in a sarcophagus with flesh-eating scarabs, so they could consume him alive then continue feasting on his soul for all of eternity. There was a downside to this curse, however, since if one read from the Book of the Dead, his body would once again merge with his bound soul, making him an immortal undead creature that would bring plague and ruin to Egypt then the rest of the world.

Because of this, the Medjai setup guards who would meticulously watch the ruins of Hamunaptra and stop anyone who threatened to disturb the beast. Eddie’s squad was one of these groups of guards. His had been put together rather recently to help aid in keeping watch as English and American treasure hunters started desecrating the sacred tombs of the pharaohs in a frenzied fervor to discover what was once lost.

Some brought them to their native museums, claiming ownership of them without the Egyptian government’s consent, but most ended up in the hands of private collectors, which led to all sorts of unscrupulous people combing the desert. It was only a matter of time before one of those groups happened upon this ancient resting place, and even if they didn’t wake the beast, moving him overseas could have equally dire consequences. Not only because of security, but if one nation learned of the Hom-Dai ritual in its entirety, then they might foolishly recreate it in their vain attempts to seize power from each other, feeling the curse was a blessing since it granted immortal life.

Eddie was honestly surprised such an important task had fallen to him, as many considered him only half a Medjai due to his father being a white American outside the order. His superiors said that it wasn’t their decision but what the Gods had instructed them to do. It was his destiny to guard Hamunaptrua, what he had been born to do. Though Eddie wasn’t quite sure why the Gods deemed him important, he had no choice but to accept the assignment. Not because he believed he had a destiny beyond himself, but because if he didn’t, it would dishonor his mother’s memory and spit upon her beliefs.

They allowed Eddie to choose his own men for the squad. The first he chose was his best friend, Jeff. Like Eddie, Jeff had been born into the Medjai order, and they’d been stationed in America taking back stolen artifacts from the various profiteers. There was no one Eddie trusted more than him (besides maybe Eddie’s pet messenger hawk, Sweetheart), and would leave him in charge if he ever needed to separate from the group.

Next in the chain of command was Grant and Gareth. They were abandoned in different Egyptian orphanages when they were children and were recruited by the order from there. Eddie met them during his few return trips to the main headquarters, where they worked desk jobs filing away recovered artifacts before they were returned to their rightful home. It was easy to strike up a friendship with them, and they did good work, so Eddie was happy to have them as a part of his team.

The rest of the members were fellow outcasts in the order, one who had been overlooked for one reason or another. Maybe Eddie was too kindhearted and should’ve picked the best the Medjai had to offer, but he remembered what it was like to feel like an outsider, both in the order and in America, so he couldn’t turn his back on them. And while they weren’t as strong as the other squads that were also tasked to guard the beast, Eddie thought they were doing a good enough job keeping an eye on the city.

Even now, they all stared down over the ridge at the woman limping away from the former battlegrounds. She must have sensed their eyes on her since she looked up and gave them a mock salute before she gripped her side and continued on her way. Eddie had to give her one thing as, for whatever reason, she was strong-willed, ready to face the harshness of the desert even in her condition. It honestly was a shame that they couldn’t aid her to reward her for her tenacity, but if he did, then he’d let down the order, and shame his mother in the afterlife.

“Should we kill her?” Jeff asked him.

Eddie shook his head. “No, the desert will do it for us.”

If Eddie knew then what a mistake it was to let the woman go, he probably would’ve still chosen to let her go since he didn’t want innocent blood on his hands, but he would’ve hesitated for at least a moment longer before giving his answer. Maybe that would’ve been enough for someone else to act before him. Eddie didn’t know, however, and felt confident in his decision, completely unaware of the chain of events that would soon take place because of it.

Masterpost ~ Part 2.1 (Coming Soon-ish)

[iilahalzili]

At such a young age he learned to hide his emotions, and such was reinforced when he gained the title of Medjay. He wears a neutral expression despite the pain, the disquiet in his soul. He took a life, one not of vile intentions or irredeemable. Innocent blood on his blade. The warrior's entire being is in disarray, trying his best not to show it exteriorly--he must remain focused and stoic. Bright eyes turn up, surprise before simmering down, "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" A lighthearted remark, more of a tease than one of true concern--at least, concern about the goings on within the palace.

@kurai-honoo ☼ small starter - Medjay

[teecupangel]

Catboy nonny once again, considering something. So, the ancient Egyptians revered cats. Sooooo Bayek meets catboy!desmond?

It would be funny if Bayek thought he was a messenger of Bastet when they first met then, when he realized that Desmond is actually a man, he wondered if he was a messenger of Maahas or even Maahas’ son with a human mother.

Desmond is just like “???” because his only ‘information’ about Egyptian Gods are like… almost nonexistent? He knows Anubis because of The Mummy Returns.

… That’s it.

So he has no idea who the gods Bayek is talking about are but he does know that cats are really, like, important to Egyptian culture so he just rolls with it.

Whenever Bayek asks if he’s a son or a messenger of this god or another, he just shrugs.

When Bayek asks what he means by that, Desmond tries to make him believe that he has amnesia (which is hard to do via charades as far as Desmond was concerned)

And Bayek, being the kind and helpful medjay that he is (and also being a devout believer of the gods and an over all nice guy as long as one is not connected to the death of his son), tries to help him ‘recover’ his memories.

So, in this one, Bayek doesn’t take Desmond as a ‘pet’. He treats Desmond like a priest of one of the feline gods (no idea who though) that has lost his memories. Sometimes, Desmond feels a bit awkward with how much respect Bayek gives to him because he’s not used to it but he appreciate it though.

Desmond would join Bayek in his travels, more as a companion than anything, with the idea being Desmond might remember something if they visit other locations connected to the gods with feline characteristics.

They hide Desmond’s ears by wrapping a piece of fabric around his head because they don’t want people to question him or, worse, try to kidnap him or something.

[gaymer-hag-stan]

On the 27th of October, six years ago, Assassin's Creed Origins was released for Windows, PS4 and Xbox One.

Principally set in Egypt, near the end of the Ptolemaic period from 49 to 43 BC, the story follows a Medjay named Bayek of Siwa and his wife Aya as they seek revenge for the murder of their son. It also explores the origins of the Assassin Brotherhood—referred here to as the Hidden Ones—and of their millenia-long conflict with the Order of the Ancients—forerunners to the Templar Order. The framing story, set in the 21st century, follows a new character, Layla Hassan, who relives Bayek and Aya's memories using a modified Animus device.

The game's development began following the release of Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag in 2013. The team consulted Egyptologists and historians extensively to ensure the setting was authentically represented in the game. In response to the common criticism that the gameplay of the series was getting stale and overly familiar, Ubisoft decided to reinvent the Assassin's Creed formula with Origins. Whereas previous entries were mainly stealth-action games, Origins introduces many elements found in role-playing games and an overhauled "hitbox-based" combat system. While Assassin's Creed had been an annual franchise since Assassin's Creed II, an extra year of development time allowed the team to polish the game further. This was largely a response to the tepid sales of Syndicate, and the troubled launch of Assassin's Creed Unity, which was plagued with technical issues when it was released in 2014.

It received positive reviews from critics, with many calling it an improvement over previous entries and praising the story, characters, voice acting, reworked gameplay systems, world design, historical accuracy, and the visuals. However, the game also drew criticism for its pacing, quest design, and technical issues. The game has sold over ten million units worldwide and was nominated for several end-of-year accolades.

[javier-djarin]

Fic Updates

I know it has been a while since I’ve posted a new fic or fic update. @rebelscumlena and I have been working on something new. It isn’t Pedro related. We have found inspiration elsewhere. 🐍

However, we have not forgotten about Son of the Medjai. We have plans to finish the last two chapters. But be on the look out for our new project this summer! It’ll be posted on AO3, but links will be posted here.

[ispeaktheyburn]

@laurelindebear here’s your very belated Secret Santa gift! Hope you enjoy it.❤️ Massive thanks to @picklebrinedgoblinmind and @belphegor1982 for their brainstorming help!

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“Kamose, Khaba...Khaemwaset!” Evy exclaimed triumphantly to the empty library, as if she’d just unearthed a centuries-old Egyptian artifact. “There you are.”

The challenge of locating a single volume amongst the scattered piles of books almost made battling an all-powerful reanimated mummy look like child’s play. As at Hamunaptra, however, she had help with the task; over the past couple of weeks, she and Rick had managed to create some semblance of order from the chaos Evy’s reshelving accident had caused. She placed the book on the shelf and continued sifting through the pile at her feet, then nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of a familiar voice behind her.

“Ah, Khaemwaset, the first Egyptologist.”

Evy spun around and found herself face to face with Ardeth Bay, leader of the Medjai, the order charged with protecting Hamunaptra and other sacred sites in Egypt.  He was accompanied by a small group of men who could only be warriors under his command, as they wore the same flowing black robes, and their faces were tattooed with the same hieroglyphs.

Evy hesitated, uncertain as to how to greet him. She knew she owed her life partly to this man, but it was difficult to forget the Medjai’s attacks on the Sudan and their camp at Hamunaptra, and Ardeth surely hadn’t forgotten that she was the one who had woken Imhotep. Imhotep…oh, God, had he risen again already? No, if that were the case, Ardeth would know it hadn’t been her doing this time.

"As-salaam 'alykum, Ardeth," she said eventually, her tone friendly yet tentative.

"Wa ‘alaykum as-salaam, Evelyn,” Ardeth replied to Evy’s relief. His smile was small, but it contained enough warmth to reassure her that he felt no ill will toward her. “So, you admire Khaemwaset?"

"Very much."

Evy had read extensively about Khaemwaset, the fourth son of Ramesses the Great, who had dedicated his life to restoring and preserving the monuments of earlier pharaohs. Many Western Egyptologists were concerned only with acquiring treasure, showing little care for the sites they excavated; Evy had promised herself years ago that she would follow Khaemwaset’s approach.

“That is no surprise. There is much to admire about him. Giza would likely have crumbled into dust if it were not for his efforts.” A delighted smile spread across Evy’s features. This conversation was taking such a pleasant and unexpected turn that any remaining apprehension she felt about the Medjai’s sudden arrival evaporated. “But he was not without faults. I trust you know the story of Khaemwaset and the Book of Thoth?”

"Of course.” The tale of how Khaemwaset had discovered a magic book belonging to the god of wisdom in the tomb of the magician Naneferkaptah had long been one of Evy’s favorites. “Wait,” she said, a realization dawning on her as the full meaning of Ardeth’s words sank in, “you’re telling me that story is real? The Book of Thoth is real?” Evy felt a rush of excitement in her chest. The Book of Thoth would be a fantastic addition to the library.

Ardeth chuckled at her reaction. “As real as the Book of Amun-Ra. Although I would advise you not to go searching for it—or, if you must, not to read from it.”

"Believe me, I've learned my lesson when it comes to reading from strange books," Evy replied, though some of the mirth faded from her expression. "What brings you here?"

"I thought that in light of Dr. Bey's passing, you could use some help putting your affairs in order. But it looks as if you're managing quite well on your own."

A pang of regret struck Evy at the mention of her former employer’s death, and she opted instead to respond to the latter part of Ardeth’s comment. "Not entirely on my own. Rick's been helping, but he had some errands to run today."

"I see. Then we shall help you until he returns.”

“Oh, no, I would hate to impose—"

“It is no imposition, Evelyn,” Ardeth assured her. “Simply give us your instructions and we will carry them out.”

“Me?” Evy said incredulously. Who was she to give orders to the Medjai?

But Ardeth smiled encouragingly and said, “Who else? You are the librarian." His fellow Medjai nodded their agreement, and Evy’s chest swelled with pride.

“Very well.”

 -

A few hours later, Evy looked around the library in amazement. She would never discount Rick’s help, but having several pairs of hands at her disposal allowed her to fill the bookshelves much faster. Despite her initial reluctance to order them about, the Medjai followed her instructions promptly and without complaint.

 “I really can’t thank you enough for this,” she told Ardeth, dropping a pile of books onto one of the tables and slumping into a chair for a brief rest. The Medjai chieftain did likewise, taking the chair opposite Evy and smiling warmly. 

“Afwan. Not at all, Evelyn. Dr. Bey informed me of your accident and that you would require help.”

 “He did?” That seemed quite at odds with Dr. Bey’s words when he’d first seen the mess she made.

 “Yes. Does that surprise you?”

“He was quite angry. He didn’t seem inclined to help me.” “Indeed, he was angry, but even so, he did not wish for you to bear the burden alone. He spoke quite highly of your abilities as a librarian.” “Now there’s a surprise.” Dr. Bey had been irritated with her more often than not, and according to the man himself, he’d only kept her around out of respect for her parents. After the tongue-lashing he'd given her, Evy had assumed he considered her completely useless. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same man?”

For the second time that day, Ardeth chuckled. Evy hadn’t been joking in the slightest, but she couldn’t help but feel some small measure of satisfaction that she’d managed to break through the Medjai’s stoic exterior. “He may have been harsh at times, but only a fool would not see your talent and potential. Dr. Bey was many things, but he was no fool.”

“No, certainly not. But you have every reason to think I’m a fool after all the trouble I caused.” Evy’s gaze dropped to the table. Ardeth had given no indication that he still blamed her for the events at Hamunaptra, but intentionally or not, she had sabotaged his life’s work and gotten at least one of his fellow Medjai killed. It was difficult to believe he would want to help her even as a favor to Dr. Bey. Eventually, a hand on top of hers jolted her attention back to the present, and she glanced across the table to find Ardeth regarding her with gentle brown eyes.

“Quite the contrary. It was not foolishness that drove you to read from the Book, but a hunger for knowledge, and you put that knowledge to good use in defeating the creature. I would have offered my assistance even if he had not asked.” The corners of Evy’s mouth tugged up in a small smile.

“Thank you. Truly.” Ardeth nodded, and Evy wondered if it was a Medjai trait to hide a kind heart behind a stern and intimidating façade. If what Ardeth had told her was true, Dr. Bey had also possessed this trait, at least to some degree. A wave of melancholy swept over her at the thought, and she admitted, “I miss him. Even though we didn’t have the best relationship, he looked out for Jonathan and me in his own way, and it’s hard to imagine anyone running the museum as well as he did.”

 “Dr. Bey was a great man. He was chosen as curator because the Medjai believed his knowledge of Egyptology to be unmatched. I have no doubt that at the time, this was true.” At the time? Evy’s head tilted to one side in confusion. “And now?”

“And now there is someone with knowledge equal to his, perhaps even greater, who I believe to be the only person worthy of succeeding him.” “Who?”

“You, Evelyn.”  Evy was so taken aback that she had to grip the edge of the table to keep from falling out of her chair. She stared wordlessly at the Medjai for a moment before blinking and shaking her head.

“Me? You can’t be serious.”

“I assure you; I am quite serious.” Evy searched the Medjai’s expression and quickly concluded that he was, indeed, being sincere. He didn’t strike her as the type to crack a joke at someone else’s expense, particularly about something concerning a dead man who had played an important role in both of their lives. Still, she couldn’t help but question his judgment.

“After all this,” she said with a sweeping gesture that encompassed the entire library, “I think I’m the last person who should be in charge.”

“Respectfully, I must disagree. Looking at ‘all of this’ only furthers my belief that you are the only person capable of running this museum to a standard Dr. Bey would be proud of.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Do you not see all you have accomplished today? Look how many shelves you have managed to fill.”

“Don’t you mean how many shelves we’ve managed to fill?”

Ardeth shook his head. “All we did was follow your orders. You say you are the last person who should be in charge, but you have proven yourself more than capable of taking charge when the situation requires it. And are you not the only the only person within a thousand miles who knows how to properly code and catalogue this library?” The Medjai’s lips quirked up as he quoted the words Evy had spoken to Dr. Bey in her own defense, and she could have sworn she saw a twinkle in the corner of his eye.

“Well, yes,” she admitted with a sheepish smile, “but still, I’m not sure I deserve to be rewarded for cleaning up my own mess.”

“One mistake does not define you.”

“It wasn’t my only mistake. Just my biggest one.”

“Perhaps that is true, yet my point still stands. There is no one alive who has not made mistakes, myself included. Even Dr. Bey had his failings, but they did not diminish his diligence and wisdom. He saw those same qualities in you—as do I.”

Again, Evy was rendered speechless, a lump forming in her throat. She didn’t know what she’d expected when Ardeth first arrived, but a job offer certainly wasn’t it. Was there no end to the Medjai leader’s generosity?

When she found her voice, she cleared her throat to remove the lump and said for what must have been the hundredth time that day, “Thank you—for everything. I’m honored. If there’s anything at all I can do for you in return—”

“I would ask nothing of you except that you care for yourself as diligently as you have cared for this library. And a letter every so often would not be unwelcome.”

He wanted them to be friends. A surge of warmth filled her as she replied, “I’ll be in touch. Perhaps one day Rick and I will pay you a visit.”

“I would like that very much.” Ardeth paused briefly, lowering his eyes, then fixed them on Evy again and asked, “Forgive me, but I could not help but notice your ring. Are you and O’Connell…”

“Yes,” Evy said, her sheepish smile of moments before returning. “Mabrouk!” Ardeth exclaimed with the widest smile she’d yet seen on his face. “That is wonderful. I wish the two of you every happiness. When are you to marry?”    

“A month from today.” Evy was practically bouncing in her chair now, her efforts to suppress her giddiness clearly failing. Was it really so close? “Rick had a suit fitting this morning. He’ll be in a meeting with the staff at the reception venue now.”

“I see. I will have to remember to congratulate him when he returns.” An idea occurred to Evy, but she hesitated to share it, wondering if she would be overstepping the boundaries of their newly established friendship. No, she decided, it was a perfectly reasonable thing for one friend to ask another.

“I was thinking…our guest list is very small, and if your duties don’t require you to be elsewhere, I’m sure we’d both love for you to attend.” Now, for the first time, it was Ardeth who eyed her with a bewildered expression. Evy tapped her fingers on the table as she waited for his response, fearing that her request had indeed been inappropriate. But when he spoke, her fears quickly dissipated. “One can never predict when the services of the Medjai will be required, but I will attend, In sha'Allah.” “Wonderful.” Perhaps Ardeth simply wasn’t accustomed to being invited to weddings. The thought saddened Evy a little, but not enough to dampen her joy that he’d accepted her invitation. “I promise to stay out of trouble in the meantime.” “I am sure you will.” Evy caught another glimpse of that uncharacteristic twinkle in the Medjai’s eye as he added, “I will try to do the same, but I make no promises.”

They laughed like a couple of schoolchildren until Evy raised a finger to her lips and playfully hissed “Shhh!” as if suddenly remembering they were in a library. Ardeth bit his lower lip to suppress another laugh, but grinned from ear to ear as they rose from the table to rejoin the other Medjai.                

[hasellia]

You know what, screw it! I’ll make my OWN Universal Studios shared cinematic monsterverse! Starting with the Mummy!

The Mummy; Fractured language

The movie begins with an antique dealer breaking artifacts, in order to sell the individual fragments for a higher profit. This accidently completes the rivival ritual that awakens Imhotep. The mummy then goes on a museum looting spree and killing several people. A French private collector and a totallynotatalltory minister meet in London and decide to form a small syndicate to find the one looting the artefacts and stop them. A cat and mouse chase is on between Imhotep and the syndicate as they rob and destroy artefacts in museums around world. Imhotep burning/breaking them to enact his revival rituals and the adventurers blowing them up to stop him. Imhotep realizes things are getting heated and decides to switch priorities to revive Anck su namun.

Through the film it is revealed that Imhotep was actually a priest from Ancient Nubia(?) 3,000 years ago (where modern-day Sudan is). He was exiled and died wondering the egyptian desert. 1,500 years later he is reawakened when someone accidently knocked over a pot in a museum within ancient Egypt, completing the revival ritual. Lost, he assumes the identity of a Medjay before rising through the ranks as a priest. (Note, Imhotep doesn’t introduce any ancient knowledge into Egypt, just saying “there are impressive things you can do and there are impressive things I can do”). He catches the eye on princess Anck su namun and the two agree on a mutual partnership on political grounds. This partnership evolves into a romance. Anck su namun is set to the bare the pharaohs child, who Imhotep raises as his own son. One day Anck su namun is assassinated. Hearing what happened, Imhotep attempts to flee with his son before his son is murdered too. Imhotep enacts an ambiguous revenge on the dynasty before leaving Egypt. Imhotep wonders east for the next several hundred years, reaching India before deciding to turn back to try to revive his wife and child. He finds that he cannot do it and falls into a depression. He decides to fall into a long slumber, unknowing if he’ll be awakened.

In the modern day, Imhotep is successful in reviving Anck su namun and informs her their son died shortly after her. They decide to do what they can to finish the ritual for their son, killing most of the adventurers along the way. Eventually the chase ends in the Athens Museum with the sole surviving Londoner adventurer holding the last artefact that could revive the Egyptian couple’s son. Anck su namun races towards the adventurer to try save their son, but after all the rampage he’s done Imhotep is frozen in fear. He turns on an intercom, gets on his knees and begs the adventurer to just let them revive their son and be happy. The adventurer decides to ignore it and blows up the artefact. It is quiet afterwards for a few seconds, before the adventurer hears Imhotep’s wails. It then dawns on him just what he’s done and what this actually meant to the mummy couple. Anck su namun catches up to the adventurer and rather than kill the adventurer decides to enact one of the few curses she knows. Voicing her title as the last true heir to Egypt she declares her royal punishment on the adventurer as to listen to her husband’s wails whenever the adventurer is just about to fall asleep and in his dreams. The movie ends with Imhotep and Anck su namun watching a sunset over Athens, wondering what their future is going to be.

The Mummies and the child of the night

The sequel is a wacky family adventure film. The mummy couple discover and adopt a runaway teenage Wolf Girl. She ran away because after being accepting of her sexual identity the wolf girl thought it would be safe to reveal her wolf lnature to her bio family. It wasn’t and now she is being chased across Europe by Dracula who claims she is his daughter as “a child of the night”. Hijinks ensues as the mummy family try to get Dracula of their arses. At one point Imhotep revies a holy cat, Nedjtet, who warns and wards off Dracula with other evil spirits. Nedjtet cannot speak but the wolf girl and Imhotep can understant them. There is a running gag where Imhoptep and the wolf girl fawn over Nedjtet whilst Anck su namun is pissed that Imhotep revived this specific cat because it ate their son’s favourite pet goose. At one point Imhotep shouts “fuck” in ancient Egyptian. Towards the end of the movie, Dracula’s unholy army and the mummy couple’s technically holy army fight each other. Anck su namun hears from Dracula’s unholy army that he’s a shit leader and as Pharaoh she lectures Dracula on effective leadership. Eventually the wolf girl calls off the fight, saying she will visit all her families on her own terms. The movie ends with the mummy couple vacationing in Mauritius when the wolf girl knocks on their door. Revealing her bio family is now accepting of her wolf nature, but after spending some quality time with him, she actually does fucking hate Dracula. There is another knock at the door. Imhotep opens the door to face Dracula’s unholy army with cats in baby pouches strapped to their chest. Anck su namun says in ancient Egyptian something to effect of “Oh fuck not again”.

The post credit scene is of the mummy couple with the wolf girl finally relaxing in the sun on the beach. Imhotep says something to the effect of, “When we’re happy like this, I wonder where all our troubles fly off too?” Anck su namun responds with "Oh I know", before the movie cuts the sole survivor of the first movie sitting quietly in a therapist office.