At the moment Herihor's Seven is busy throwing those bastard elven conquerors and their nubian helpers out of Egyptia.
While we were away in search of the "Horn of Chaos" the elves attacked, and those mean nubians first told they would help and were attacked themselves. But in the mean time they helped the elves attacking Egyptia. Our weakened army couldn't stand the joined forced of the Elven Imperial Fleet and those nubian warriors. The only thing they could do was hide and start a guerilla.
In the mean time we discovered we only could escape "Vikingspace" by climbing some supernatural tree. We entered all kind of realms called "Planes". After some adventures over there, and Nymphomanis going married, Qrefcit losing his body and I starting a new detective agency in Sigil, we found a portal back home. "Home" means that we arrive in the the right crystal sphere but somewhere far away from normal planetes, in the middle of Nubia.
After a long journey through Nubia, barely escaping an evil/necromancing wizard with a funny german accent on a hollow astroid and a lot of spacefahring bloodsucking blobs we have contacted the resistance on the ice-moon of Ra.
The resistance needed somebody for a mission with gems and seeds and the like. We embarked on a ship heading for an oasis near The Fajoem to bring those gems and seeds. But some unknown person, always disguising as someone else, probably some kind of mindinfecting viruslike creature killed the crew. At some moment all our helmsman were dead, our weaponcrew had been killed by some pirates passing by. We changed ship with the pirates. Not long afterwards we met some elven ships. They thought we were pirates (we forgot the flag) and we fled into an astroid field. The elves were destroyed by the astroid fields, we survived, but we needed a lot of repairs. On a strange small planet we found wood to repair the ship, but some white-skinned nubian elves became angry, especially after the seeds we gave them exploded (they thought).
In the mean time a discovered that the gnomish cook's mate was an agent of the Elven Imperial Fleet and that he was the guy that killed de helmsmen by infiltrating other peoples minds. But he told the elves where we were. We were forced to retreat to the canyon of what the locals called "the ancient". In this canyon, which was actually a strange kind of tunnel fore the roof was a forcefield, you has to play some strange mindgames. If you gave the right answers you could go on. According to Nasir you had to overcome your greatest fear and lose your greatest trust.
Later on we arrived in some surrealistic cave, with fastmoving and flying vehicles. Nasir had some magical trick to make those vehicles work, but every time he spoiled it by destroying those vehicles. And afterwards he got angry for his magical gadgets were also damaged. Afterwards I was killed by some guard, but Bes thought it was not my time and I was resurrected by a magical bed of some kind of ancient blue elf.
In the mean time the cave was collapsing, and we survived by running into some kind of teleport device. On the other end was small village with a small elven military base on a small island on the Fajoem. But these were the lousiest elves I've ever seen, and we could conquer the village and base by telling them that disguised Nasir was their leader. Yes, I know I stole the right seals, but less lousy elves had discovered. Finally I brought all the gems to the rebelbase.
We wanted to pick up our old ship which was lost in the war and look if it could be repaired. Some people thought they saw it on a small island in The Fajoem. We hiked to the island. There was our ship but without a trace of our crew not even bodies. They left the ship and even took with them everything they owned. Ramses had found our ship also. Together we repaired the ship and tried to find the crew. We discovered that the crew was captured on a seaship and later on we discovered that the ship was nearby. Some crew memebers attacked us when we tried to find them because they were enchanted by somebody called "master". This master was an evil sorcerer. We found his ship in an island and it was full of all kinds of undead. The master was trying to use my dimensional door when I was doing the same, I met him halfway. I kicked him KO, but he couldn't survive being knocked out while a dimensional door collapse. In the mean time all the undead were really dead and Dio was lost in de dimensional door, and was imprisoned by some time travellers. Fishmen, living beneath the ship, were alse freed from the "master". They rewarded us with medals and food. We helped them slaying undead sharks and squids and the appentice of the "master".
Dio was realease with a message for the temple of Imhotep in Memphis. We disguised as a travelling circus and went to Memphis. Dio went to the temple of Imhotep to give the message, but was imprisoned ( yes again ) by elves. He was realease by some wizard friend of Nasir who wants us to go timetravelling.
There is some obscure method to travel the time: take two magic items linked in some spiritual way and one of them is destroyed. You can go back to the time when one of them has been destroyed. We can go back to long ago when/where a magical pen, papyrus and ink existed; when you write the future on the paper you could change the futere, which is our past because we write it in an even paster past. We could write that the elves didn't attack nilespace or something. The ink still exists today and we can go back to the time just before the destruction of the papyrus or pen.
After some long discussions about timetravelling, the dangers, in what way we could go back to our own time we went to the past. We came in a village attacked by goblins, orcs and other evils. But it was not past enough for we are already living in this time (that's dangerous), and an old version of Herihor's seven is defending the village, including a younger Nasir, Herihor himself, and a dwarf Cetebheket.
We discovered that there was a priest of Imhotep in the city, and maybe he knew where the piece of scroll was. I discovered him on top of the local town-hall. But he didn't want to tell that he knew about the Imhotep-scroll, so I had to kick him KO. Not even his collegue Imhotep-priest we took with us could persuade him to tell about the scroll. But some thoughtreading did the trick and we were back in the inn, just in time to retrieve the scroll before some stupid goblins burned the place.
In the mean time some strange storm appeared, without wind, and with star-zippers sucking in and spitting out people and goblins. When we all were sucked in we are imprisoned by the time-police in a black burg.
Those guys of the black burg didn't like us to make a star-zipper storm so they made us a trial and hired some evil guy, Haakneus, to tell that we have been doing things wrong all our lives. Although we recognised Haakneus, and told the judge that we were not completely chaotic we were sentenced to a couple of years in prison.
Next night we escaped, and made a mess of the guards and found the treasury. In the mean times, Ramses and Achremnon were subjected to some experiments until they escaped. They took the judge as a hostage. At last they were glad let us time jump us away to a place we were less harmfull.
We arived in Helioneter a couple of hundred years before our own time. In the same time a guy named Alessandro with a stupid accent and even more stupid clothing. He told us that he was antique collector and was also searching for a scroll of Imhotep. He was wanted by the time-police, and for some reason he was unable to timetravel when we were nearby.
Our search for the scroll was in vain until the guys of the time-police arrived and tried to imprison Alessandro and us. They were really hard to fight, we couln'd kill them but after some damage they fled back to their burg. Alessandro was dead but appeared to have the scroll we were searching for.
Dear readers, I was asked to write some words about my adventures with Herihor's Seven. Lady Nasra is unable to tell this part for she is lost in time, likely to be imprisoned by the Nexus, which are the rulers of the tempal prime.
In those days a large eleven fleet lay near the city of Atenaat. The eleves were in war with our pharao and in the mean time they are capturing and killing our orcish fellow citizens. An strong adventuring party came the city, telling they came from the future and were looking for a important magical piece of papyrus which they knew was to be destroyed. I was asked to help them while they were in town.
I brought them to a salesman which, I knew, often has books and papers. But this salesman was captured by the elves while trading with orcs. Obvious his was more than a coincedence therefore we has to free this salesman. A party would be going to the elven ship magically disguised as high-ranked elves. But those elves saw through our disguises out we were imprisoned and even party-members left on the ground were being captured and imprisoned. Only Nasir and the gnomish illusionist Kasiragis could escape the eleves by means of magic.
But while we were imprisoned the elves loosened there attention and by means of all our strength and magic we could get free. In the mean time Nasir had left a levitated burning torch in the gunpowder-storage. Combined with fireball of Dio this brought a lot of panic amongst the elves. We moved to a higher floor, meeting the greek fire projector. Adding some greek fire to the part of the ship already burning caused more distraction.
We were looking for our magic and the scroll, but without luck. The only thing we encountered were elves, including wizards and priests we had to fight. Eventually we found our stuff but the elves cornered us on the bridge. While most of the party was fighting the elves, Nymphomanis took over the helm. First of all she has the intention of only breaking free of other elven ship, which brought fresh troops, but afterwards she wanted to crash the ship on the city.
This last move of Nymphomanis was motivated by her urge to follow her history, which was my future. The history-book they brought with them told that Atenaat was destroyed by the explosions of a crashing elven ship. But I could not let this lady of the future destroy my hometown, my hope was that I could knead raw magic energy in a spell I could use to stop Nymphomanis. Although the spell failed the raw magic caused Nymphomanis to randomly change in all kinds of animals: She started as a chicken, a minute later she became a fox, later on she became a rhinoceros, a hippopothamus, crocodile, bat, crane, shark, mussel, ... In the mean time a took over the helm and landed the ship in the sea.
This caused the other members of Herihor's seven also to try to crash the ship.
They freed it from the water and crashed it on the city, but it didnt explode:
the city was safe! Herihor's seven took the scroll and went on to another time.