White Masquerade
QuirkyAngel's Red Oni
A City In Distress
Thebes. A city sprouted from the hands of Cadmus, son of King Agenor, it has seen its share of rise and fall, from the death of Pentheus, Cadmus's son, to the mistaken return and crowning of Laius' disowned child, Oedipus. From there, the city's history extends long across bloody pages, with each new ruler seeing their rules come to tragic ends. It is hard to believe that a place hailed from such humble beginnings, being built on the weary of a tired cow. However, not all was bad. For a time its people were blessed by a man with great ability; a seer at the Oracle of Delphi who went by the name of Teiresias. A man dedicated to his post, he did what he could to prevent loss for the people of Thebes...yet, even with his foresight, they would eventually fall, leaving the once-great town, a ransacked mess razed by those of the After-Born.
It was in his last best act of greatness, the seer Teiresias warned those of Thebes to flee before the day of destruction. They heeded his call and ran the night before, leaving all that they knew behind to keep safe their own lives.
Now. After the passing of many years, after the death of Theseus in Athens and of the venge-filled kids of the After-Born...they come back to once again reclaim what was lost.
Thebes, Greece: their home. At least..it was to their parents and those before them. This new generation, the descendants of old, have cultivated the area, raised the tattered buildings, and repaired the infrastructure, even going so far as to restore Thebe's fabled 7 Gates. These children would truly be proud to bring their city back from the ashes, filled with awe, but as always, with the rising crescendos of fate, there will continually be the shadows of nadir that threaten to drag it all down. The people were proud, indeed proud of what they had accomplished, and it would be that very same pride that'd bring their fall. Coming to rely on themselves, soon, they forgot about the Gods, and the Gods forgot about them. Inexplicable things began to happen. Citizens died in their sleep as their death was accompanied by a ghastly wail then scream. Men and women suddenly woke to find marks on their skin with eerie numbers arranged them. Madness struck others, dragging them to the floor in fits of inconsolable despair...verily it felt like the whole of Tartarus was descended upon the city itself. Cyclops stand at the wall, pillars of fire gush up from the ground, and warriors that should be long dead walking in through the city gates; the people of Thebes had incurred the wrath from the heart of a jealous God.
Who Will You Be?
This is where your story begins. Guard to the Cadmea, the fortress citadel of Thebes, you have fought all you could to stem the rows of dead pouring into its halls, but you fall to your back tired, having fulfilled your role as diversion to the king. Looking up to a half-eaten man re-animated in a state of undead, you grip the chain laid across your neck, praying for a safe trip to gate of Hades. Smiling, the gesture comes off as funny. It makes you pause; according to the scholars, your masters, siblings, and parents, it was all just nonsense anyway.
Still.
"I will believe on anyway."
Male Trooper (Name?)
Female Troopera (Zeta)
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