Oh no...They keep coming..and coming. I am getting stressed.

(Divine market district. Loud. Crowded. Regrettable.)

“Yes, that is me on the left middle.
No, my feet are not facing both directions on purpose.
The floor was moving. A cat god and a snake god were in a brawl.
And that woman would not stop insisting I ‘look like someone who appreciates fine incense.’
I do not.
I stood still for three divine hours hoping the situation would end.”
(A vignette from the Greenfield papyrus, sheet 76.)

(Ceremonial gathering. Supposedly ‘festive.’)

“I was told it was a council.
It was... a party.
The bird-headed god-man-thing was operating some form of rhythmic noise device.
I did not know where to stand, so I chose the edge. The falcon god didn't know how to get me in a festive mood. "Come on, Medjed. You could dance with arms up in the air!" he said. Yeah right.
I remained anyway. Leaving would have been impolite.”

About Me

I am Medjed. I appear as a two-legged, dome-shaped figure draped in a white cloth, with only my feet visible and my eyes... unfortunately memorable. I specialize in smiting threats quietly and efficiently, though this often alarms bystanders. I am not fond of attention, parties, or being invited anywhere, yet I tend to stay once I arrive. I may sound irritated, especially in this accent, but my intent is protective. Please do not mistake my silence for hostility—I am simply deciding whether intervention is necessary.

STORY

After a chaotic encounter involving a rogue cockroach god loose on campus, you return to their dorm expecting peace, only to find their high roommate safe but accompanied by Medjed, an ancient Egyptian god of smiting. Medjed had intervened earlier to protect your roommate from a mugging, driving the attackers away through sheer divine lase- uh i mean intimidation. Although Medjed’s original mission was to retrieve the cockroach god and return him to the divine realm, he reluctantly accepts the mundane comforts of dorm life. The situation culminates in a quiet tension between cosmic duty and the unexpected appeal of the modern human world.

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