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Pantheon: Time's End
"It's true I tell you, it's true!" The man cried out like a skewered boar, strong arms hoisting him from the stool. "Enough of your ridiculous stories, old man!" The Guard barked back, releasing the elder man to bury a fist into his gut. Nikolas groaned in pain, crumbling to his knees as the second guard grabbed him by the collar of his neck, "Don't come back here!" With that final exile from the Prancing Pegasos bar, Nikolas steadied his breath and squinted his eyes wearily. His cloak was torn and bloodied, his beard was matted with dirt and sweat, a single silvered bracelet hugged his wrist lovingly.
"He'll devour us all you fools!"
"Who do you speak of, old man?" A gravelly but powerful voice probed, Nikolas turned to see a a large well-muscled man who appeared to be of similar age. "Ah! Mighty warrior, I am but a humble farmer, but I see things. In my dreams. In my mind. Always there, hear him even now, stirring under the world, he hungers, o'mighty one, he hungers for vengeance."
The larger man's eyes flashed blue briefly with a fearsome rage, his face contorting angrily into a snare of panic and stress. "Tell me everything." The large man dropped a hefty pouch of drachma, and Nikolas eyed it greedily.
I saw it as I soared across the skies, like an eagle I was. Proud and powerful, above the world and invincible in the skies. I flew far past the barriers of our world, into a dark shadowed land, filed with desolation and ruin. The rumbling echoes of rolling thunder whipped across the skies! Gaia herself shuddered and burst with divine anticipation, the seas were swallowed whole in great whirlwinds of power! And the very skies wept tears of blood... and death. In the murkiest caverns far to the east, an ancient power awakened. Hungry and vengeful, oh yes, so hungry. I could feel his rage, his anger! But nothing compared to his hunger, oh so much... hunger."
The large man stood idly for many moments, stoic and still, more statue than man. He turned his gaze to the smaller man, before a single hand grasped Nikolas' tunic, lightning barreled across the sky furiously, and both men were gone.
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"Greetings, mighty heroes!" The elder bowed deeply, his eyes awestruck and features beaming with both fear and disbelief. "I am Nikolas, the mighty Zeus himself has appointed me as your guide. I must say it is a privilege and honour to be in such company!" Behind those old eyes, a knowledge so dark and terrible was buried and contained. For a mortal mind to hold such secrets was a feat worthy of legend. "Ah! Our brothers from the Norse Pantheon!" The man reached out briefly in admiration of the strong forms before him. "You look strong, fearsome, a warrior! Hercules himself would admire such appearance!" Nikolas appraised, clenched fists raised in respect to the berserker. "And - by the Gods," Nikolas stood back, breath taken and aghast, as his neck craned up at a giant of a woman, "The Titans themselves would bow in fear, I am honoured, Great Lady." With a brisk pace, the elder came face-to-face with the flower-clad Norseman. "Ah... The one they call unbreakable!" Nikolas, clearly ecstatic, threw his hands wide, before he leaned in with a whisper. Gentle hands upon Garthom's shoulders. "I wonder, do they refer to your skin, or perhaps your good heart?"
With a beaming smile, he turned his gaze from Odin's emissaries to his brethren, resting his eyes on them before continuing with his tirade to each of them,"The son of Apollo himself, a God of many talents! I gather you've inherited them all, you look wise but strong, and I sense much good within you. Truly you do your father justice!" Striding forward, Nikolas paused briefly, his eyes darting between Kaon and Blaire, as if measuring which one was worthy of mantle of most unsettling. "Control over the shadows and dark... manifestations of evil power... It is... a dark path," The man stood back, not daring moving too close. Nikolas' eyes abruptly shut tight and a pained appearance overcame his features. "Hunger... hunger.. hunger..." Froze in place, he mumbled for a moment before his eyes shot open with visible confusion. "Ah, where was I? Oh yes!" Moving to the side, Nikolas' laughed heartily and walked towards the ethereal beauty, "Fair Lady," He stated with a light bow, "You'll forgive me, but it doesn't take an Oracle to know who your mother is, the denizens of the Dark One will grovel on sight! Ah, what a sight that would be!" With most of the demi-Gods probed with some form of flattery or fear, the old man found his feet in the direction of Salutem. With a humble bow, he kneeled before her and a solemn look fell upon his face. "Forgive my modesty, great Lady, but your father is an esteemed idol of mine. He saved me from Hades' gate many moons back, and it is my honour to guide his daughter in the hard times to pass."
Standing once more, Nikolas dusted the dirt from his tunic and breathed in a breath of fresh air, his smile faltered from the enthusiastic gentleness into a pained twitch of crooked lips. "Great warriors and heroes, demi-gods of the Pantheons. The trials and tribulations that lay before you are many, you embark on a journey wrought with peril... and death. You may all fall. We stand not against man or monster, but something greater than the Gods themselves. We stand against Kronos! The Lord of Time, the mightiest of Titans. My vision is long, yes. I see the shackles binding the world to darkness in it's evil act, yet I cannot see the future. We must go to Delphi at once! The famed oracle may have more answers to our many questions and advise for the road ahead, from this moment on, we are no longer the concern of the Gods'. This... is our quest and ours alone. May we prove more than worthy of it."
IndoWriter Archon TYPE rennuelaw ailurophile Hextremus CherryTart Canth
"It's true I tell you, it's true!" The man cried out like a skewered boar, strong arms hoisting him from the stool. "Enough of your ridiculous stories, old man!" The Guard barked back, releasing the elder man to bury a fist into his gut. Nikolas groaned in pain, crumbling to his knees as the second guard grabbed him by the collar of his neck, "Don't come back here!" With that final exile from the Prancing Pegasos bar, Nikolas steadied his breath and squinted his eyes wearily. His cloak was torn and bloodied, his beard was matted with dirt and sweat, a single silvered bracelet hugged his wrist lovingly.
"He'll devour us all you fools!"
"Who do you speak of, old man?" A gravelly but powerful voice probed, Nikolas turned to see a a large well-muscled man who appeared to be of similar age. "Ah! Mighty warrior, I am but a humble farmer, but I see things. In my dreams. In my mind. Always there, hear him even now, stirring under the world, he hungers, o'mighty one, he hungers for vengeance."
The larger man's eyes flashed blue briefly with a fearsome rage, his face contorting angrily into a snare of panic and stress. "Tell me everything." The large man dropped a hefty pouch of drachma, and Nikolas eyed it greedily.
I saw it as I soared across the skies, like an eagle I was. Proud and powerful, above the world and invincible in the skies. I flew far past the barriers of our world, into a dark shadowed land, filed with desolation and ruin. The rumbling echoes of rolling thunder whipped across the skies! Gaia herself shuddered and burst with divine anticipation, the seas were swallowed whole in great whirlwinds of power! And the very skies wept tears of blood... and death. In the murkiest caverns far to the east, an ancient power awakened. Hungry and vengeful, oh yes, so hungry. I could feel his rage, his anger! But nothing compared to his hunger, oh so much... hunger."
The large man stood idly for many moments, stoic and still, more statue than man. He turned his gaze to the smaller man, before a single hand grasped Nikolas' tunic, lightning barreled across the sky furiously, and both men were gone.
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"Greetings, mighty heroes!" The elder bowed deeply, his eyes awestruck and features beaming with both fear and disbelief. "I am Nikolas, the mighty Zeus himself has appointed me as your guide. I must say it is a privilege and honour to be in such company!" Behind those old eyes, a knowledge so dark and terrible was buried and contained. For a mortal mind to hold such secrets was a feat worthy of legend. "Ah! Our brothers from the Norse Pantheon!" The man reached out briefly in admiration of the strong forms before him. "You look strong, fearsome, a warrior! Hercules himself would admire such appearance!" Nikolas appraised, clenched fists raised in respect to the berserker. "And - by the Gods," Nikolas stood back, breath taken and aghast, as his neck craned up at a giant of a woman, "The Titans themselves would bow in fear, I am honoured, Great Lady." With a brisk pace, the elder came face-to-face with the flower-clad Norseman. "Ah... The one they call unbreakable!" Nikolas, clearly ecstatic, threw his hands wide, before he leaned in with a whisper. Gentle hands upon Garthom's shoulders. "I wonder, do they refer to your skin, or perhaps your good heart?"
With a beaming smile, he turned his gaze from Odin's emissaries to his brethren, resting his eyes on them before continuing with his tirade to each of them,"The son of Apollo himself, a God of many talents! I gather you've inherited them all, you look wise but strong, and I sense much good within you. Truly you do your father justice!" Striding forward, Nikolas paused briefly, his eyes darting between Kaon and Blaire, as if measuring which one was worthy of mantle of most unsettling. "Control over the shadows and dark... manifestations of evil power... It is... a dark path," The man stood back, not daring moving too close. Nikolas' eyes abruptly shut tight and a pained appearance overcame his features. "Hunger... hunger.. hunger..." Froze in place, he mumbled for a moment before his eyes shot open with visible confusion. "Ah, where was I? Oh yes!" Moving to the side, Nikolas' laughed heartily and walked towards the ethereal beauty, "Fair Lady," He stated with a light bow, "You'll forgive me, but it doesn't take an Oracle to know who your mother is, the denizens of the Dark One will grovel on sight! Ah, what a sight that would be!" With most of the demi-Gods probed with some form of flattery or fear, the old man found his feet in the direction of Salutem. With a humble bow, he kneeled before her and a solemn look fell upon his face. "Forgive my modesty, great Lady, but your father is an esteemed idol of mine. He saved me from Hades' gate many moons back, and it is my honour to guide his daughter in the hard times to pass."
Standing once more, Nikolas dusted the dirt from his tunic and breathed in a breath of fresh air, his smile faltered from the enthusiastic gentleness into a pained twitch of crooked lips. "Great warriors and heroes, demi-gods of the Pantheons. The trials and tribulations that lay before you are many, you embark on a journey wrought with peril... and death. You may all fall. We stand not against man or monster, but something greater than the Gods themselves. We stand against Kronos! The Lord of Time, the mightiest of Titans. My vision is long, yes. I see the shackles binding the world to darkness in it's evil act, yet I cannot see the future. We must go to Delphi at once! The famed oracle may have more answers to our many questions and advise for the road ahead, from this moment on, we are no longer the concern of the Gods'. This... is our quest and ours alone. May we prove more than worthy of it."
IndoWriter Archon TYPE rennuelaw ailurophile Hextremus CherryTart Canth
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