Once, the ram-headed Khemru were a soft-spoken, peaceful race. Their voice was a gentle whisper. Their demeanor was placid and serene, never angry. They radiated an aura of tranquility which was palpable, and invoked a peaceful stillness in those around them. From below gray-furred brow ridges, their pale blue eyes studied the world searching for wisdom and understanding. They were sworn pacifists, and some even dulled the sharp tops of their horns to keep from accidentally injuring another.
Once, the Khemru were considered to be preoccupied and abstract, forever concerned with trivial matters. Their opinions and observations were dreamy and obscure, often far removed from the matter at hand. They quoted bizarre
parables, spoke in bucolic molies and made cryptic analogies. When asked, they would never explain what they meant, but only respond with a penetrating stare. They were philosophers and mystics, whose interests were entirely inconsequential to the realities of the world.
Ægyptus has changed greatly since then, and so too have the Khemru. By their nature the Khemru are healers and peace-makers. It is ingrained in them to ease suffering and heal afflictions; to soothe bruised egos and pacify quarreling individuals. After Pharaoh was murdered, when the differences between the Children of the Gods blossomed into hatred and bloody battle, the Khemru found that they could not calm belligerents with words alone. On the eve of battle, their gentle reminders of the Code of Ma'at went unheeded. In the face of naked steel, they were helpless. Bitterness and frustration crept into their compassionate eyes. To the Khemru, there seemed only one way to bring peace to battling Ægyptians: to interpose themselves between the fighting warriors. And not with passionate please for peace, but instead to take up weapons and by strength of arms force those who battled to listen to reason.
No longer do the Khemru always speak in a gentle whisper. Now, when dealing with a violator of the Code of Ma'at, the voice of a Khemru becomes a scolding rasp that castigates the criminal. No longer are their demeanors placid and serene in the company of the other Children. Now, they are scrutinizing and distrustful, always searching for treachery, trying to understand how Egyptians could become so debased. No longer do they blunt their horns for fear of accidentally injuring another. Now, their horns are often banded with iron or bronze to make them even stronger and more potent in battle.
No longer are they peaceful. Now, they strive to make peace by whatever means necessary.