Mount Olympus
@Closure: Not all off olympus dear host, just Venus. I wish to snap her neck for what she did to Diomedes.
@Closure: He got divine strength from athena to kick enough ass in the Trojan war, while Achilles sat there in his tent. He was sent to kill Trojans on the battlefield, given permission to stab Venus by athena for Paris giving the Golden apple to Venus. He beats the crap of Venus' kid on the battlefield, Aeneas throwing a rock which crushed his hip. He stabbed Venus as she did a mother's job which did not belong in a warzone, causing the harlot to scream as she fail to save her sun but Apollo intervened. He then was given a chariot by Athena to go against ares and stabbed the God of war which made the God cry like a little b!tch, crying to zeus for the outrage. After the war Venus attacked his friends, cast unto him blindness and left a great warrior to die.
@Rumble Man said:
@Closure: He got divine strength from athena to kick enough ass in the Trojan war, while Achilles sat there in his tent. He was sent to kill Trojans on the battlefield, given permission to stab Venus by athena for Paris giving the Golden apple to Venus. He beats the crap of Venus' kid on the battlefield, Aeneas throwing a rock which crushed his hip. He stabbed Venus as she did a mother's job which did not belong in a warzone, causing the harlot to scream as she fail to save her sun but Apollo intervened. He then was given a chariot by Athena to go against ares and stabbed the God of war which made the God cry like a little b!tch, crying to zeus for the outrage. After the war Venus attacked his friends, cast unto him blindness and left a great warrior to die.
I've hurt Aphrodite before but I'm sure we could broker a deal of some sort ;)
@Clara Mass:
"Actually I have received a word from a certain goddess that someone would like to free the man tucked in between your bosoms, to be frank I do not care if she wishes to save him or not. I just want something to fight, not for the good nor the bad. Just to fight for fighting's sake. I have heard that you are also a very crafty mistress, that air of unpredictability goes both ways but at the time being my ears are open for suggestion. What do you have in mind?"
@Rumble Man: She who rules Olympians sits comfortably as a strange fellow makes his case. A known ally of impervious Impero but nevertheless she took his company. Though speaks of Helena Troy and his willingness to fight for a cause that meant heavy combat, there's still a sense of perplexity lingering within the redheaded bombshell. "You wish to fight by side, assist me in any capacity, and in return permit your retribution?" Her adoring son helps his violet eyed mother onto flawless feet as attention still remains on Sealand's sole leader. "Please tell me if I am correct or not?"
@Clara Mass:
"I am just in it for the joy of the ride, I am commuting on your goals. I help on my terms, on things I can help with usually things I enjoy helping others with. Things which involve hitting something really hard until they break" Fowler gazed at the little one besides his progenitor, a cub clinging to a strong mother bear as her protective instincts provide him warmth. A kind that only a mother can provide "Getting warm, but so far you are on the right track"
Lately,Falcon had been diving into the history of ancient God's and Goddesses' and came across tales of a place that was home to such creatures. His interest was certainly peeked once he came across what seemed to be an entrance to the grandiose architecture of what humans called Mount Olympus. In order to enter such a place,he would have to pay a price of gold to a medusa that guarded the door located in Japan. After a day of preparation for his entrance into the Land of Gold he was ready to dwell in a place he seemed unfit to be in. Hoping to maybe come across some challenge that wold solidify him as one of the greatest warriors on Earth,but after paying the Medusa a small fortune of coins and entering the city that things were more vivid and wild then he had read about. Sexual Exploration,Heavy drinking,and Lavish living was all that his eyes caught.
Surely,he did not need the Bow and Quiver of arrows that rest on his back. He looked for a place to begin the adventure.
@PaperRonin: Every second of everyday enters a mortal from down below. And as of late she's found herself enamored with enlightening the many minds that pay in coins of gold. On this evening however the Queen's attention is caught by a striking young fellow. His desires float across the lavish atmosphere of Mount Olympus and she can tangibly feel his long term goals. Adventure on his mind so she'll accommodate such needs. Appearing before this mere stranger in the guise of a bartender; Clarice Michelle blows a kiss in his direction. "You look like you need some entertainment", she said pouring a drink for a man so handsome.
@Clara Mass: As the silent shinobi walked carefully across the floors,so as not to step on anyone who drunkenly rolled around he vigilantly scoped out the party. Things were so much brighter here. The beauty was unmatched by any place he had been previously and he wonder what it took to construct and control such a venue. Just as his mind had thought of tasting the strong liquor of God's he was greeted by a most beautiful woman who blew a kiss his way as there eyes met. She carefully poured him a drink to the brim in a large gold goblet and spoke with a soft angelic tone."You look like you need some entertainment".
Paper Ronin took the drink with a slight bow to the woman then swallowed the burning yet glorious looking liquid in whole. Instantly he could feel it's affects,and his cheeks grew red. Never before had tasted such a perfectly crafted alcohol and he was happy to do so. "And what is..your name ,If I may?" Falcon asked the dashing woman.
@MasterofChaos: haha. Thanks for bumping the thread?
@Clara Mass: A prayer. If Kratesis prayed she would pray only to oblivion. There was nothing else as powerful, no conceivable concept as powerful as eternal emptiness. But she didn't pray.
And she had come to kill Clarice.
The woman had escaped her in Iberia. But that was okay. Kratesis was a hunter. She could wait, and follow, and track, and fight and wait.. forever.
@Clara Mass: The silent slayer had never been one to be swayed by words. She was not so inclined now. Turning her eyes from side to side, peering throughout the divine structures. Seeking who she may devour.
Activating her trion armor, energizing her nano-blade, and starting her trillions of calculations she soon locates the exotic goddess. With but a thought merciless Kratesis teleports to her throne room.
'I fear not your tantrums.' Cold words, carefully calculated to lure an early attack from the cruel Clarice.
@Sonnenlicht: haha gotcha
@Clara Mass: Surely the goddess knew. Kratesis did not wish her mother to die. This Olympic divine one had expressed a wish to kill her. This was a problem. Kratesis handled all problems the same way. Killed them.
She did not respond of course. No one needed to know why they must die. Age never answered, nor did accident or fate. Kratesis was likewise silent on the matter. Those who must die, must simply die. There was no reason to tell them why.
Observing the guards with calm violet eyes, Kratesis folds her arms behind her back, a posture of pure poise and relaxation. 'Attack in the order you would perish.' Perhaps there is a twinkle of amusement in her slayers eyes. She lives for such things.
@Clara Mass: Cunning Kratesis did not come here to exchange barbs and depart. She came here to kill.
The titles of divinity meant little to her. In times before and past she was created to kill the gods. Thousands and thousand of them had been created by the millions of beliefs of the human race. A great pollution of gods, clogging the magical world like the filth of a sewer.
Kratesis had been born to thin the ranks.
And that's what she intended to do. Morphing her blade into a shimmering blue longbow, she draws a trio of trion arrows and unleashes them upon the guardsmen. Shattering the speed of sound each arrow leaves its own mach cone for a moment before splintering into thousands of tiny slivers. Each one as hard as adamantium, and propelled though the air at mach three.
Guileless son, I'll shape your belief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
And you won't understand the cause of your grief,
But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
let me know when Olympus gets a bit less busy. I'll pay Claire a visit.
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