Post by Professor Rayna Olman on Aug 24, 2008 22:23:08 GMT
Rayna tutted at Echo's and Noah's words, but kept a smile on her lips. "Miss Keir and Mister Yves, there will be no getting in trouble or anything of the sort, but I guarantee that what we will be doing is much more fun." The Professor was never one to descipline her students unless they were getting on her nerves or did something bad.
Ushering the students down the closed, narrow passageways, little sunlight peeked through the sandstone blocks as they went further and further down into the earth. "Now, class, These corridors extend for over two miles with hundreds of rooms and traps throughout the way. This was due to grave robbers or people seeking to destroy the Pharaoh's belongings and tomb."
A few good minutes passed before the class reached the final resting place of the Pharaoh they were going to be learning about. Rayna motioned all of the students to enter the room that was filled with ointment jars, golden figurines, mummified animals and servants, toys, other miscellaneous objects and a coffin, which they were all situated around. A thin layer of dust covered all of the objects in the pyramid, and this room was no exception. "The Egyptian coffin was called a Sarcophagus, or Neb Ankh in their language, which means Possessor of Life. Fitting, huh?"
Giving the students enough time to examine the outter lid carefully for every detail, Rayna couldn't help but smile. This was the reason she took this job. Not only did she love the students expressions and reactions to seeing and feeling the real thing, but there was a lot to be learned from as well. That's probably the reasons for her tattoos as well.
"Notice the intricate layout and application of the jewels and carvings of the hieroglyphs, students. This whole sarcophagus is made with solid gold, something only the richest of the rich could afford. This is the reason why robbers often broke into tombs. Everything around us is made from pure gold among other fine jewels and precious stones. Luckily, this one was protected with magic."
"So. How about we see a real mummy?" She questioned with her hands on her hips, knowing full well that this was the moment most of her students had been waiting for.
Ushering the students down the closed, narrow passageways, little sunlight peeked through the sandstone blocks as they went further and further down into the earth. "Now, class, These corridors extend for over two miles with hundreds of rooms and traps throughout the way. This was due to grave robbers or people seeking to destroy the Pharaoh's belongings and tomb."
A few good minutes passed before the class reached the final resting place of the Pharaoh they were going to be learning about. Rayna motioned all of the students to enter the room that was filled with ointment jars, golden figurines, mummified animals and servants, toys, other miscellaneous objects and a coffin, which they were all situated around. A thin layer of dust covered all of the objects in the pyramid, and this room was no exception. "The Egyptian coffin was called a Sarcophagus, or Neb Ankh in their language, which means Possessor of Life. Fitting, huh?"
Giving the students enough time to examine the outter lid carefully for every detail, Rayna couldn't help but smile. This was the reason she took this job. Not only did she love the students expressions and reactions to seeing and feeling the real thing, but there was a lot to be learned from as well. That's probably the reasons for her tattoos as well.
"Notice the intricate layout and application of the jewels and carvings of the hieroglyphs, students. This whole sarcophagus is made with solid gold, something only the richest of the rich could afford. This is the reason why robbers often broke into tombs. Everything around us is made from pure gold among other fine jewels and precious stones. Luckily, this one was protected with magic."
"So. How about we see a real mummy?" She questioned with her hands on her hips, knowing full well that this was the moment most of her students had been waiting for.
