21-03-2011, 02:20 PM
The Pharaoh stood in his tent, tall and proud, skin of ebony and eyes and hair of midnight black. The tall black skinned and well muscled human looked around as his servants scurried hither and dither all seeking to please their greater than human master. In the corner sat his flute player who played a haunting melody which pleased the Pharaohs ears and matched his carefully formed thoughts. Then with no indication why he laughed and everyone in the camp including the Bhonnite Prince froze a shiver passing up and down their spines.