Forums » Fantasy Roleplay » CLOSED Rise of the Titans (Greek Mythology)

It's been approximately 3 weeks since the start of this journey. It took a while but Ezekiel was eventually able to find the source of what drew him to Greece. The House of Hades, the Necromanteion. It's the place closes to Hades realm and after one particularly memorable night he explored the halls finding the living and the dead and all those between the two states. He was even able to enter the deepest of chambers riddled to answer questions but only at cost of there lives. The coldness alone would drive many to there death but Zeke felt unnaturally comfortable. As if he stepped... Home, into someplace apart of him longed to be. He met an adaptation of his father, a strong man with black curled hair. He was beautiful befitting a God yet looked tierd and sad. The only sign of happiness is a smile filled with mirth and seemingly forced, a smile given by Zeke constantly. He explained why he left and how he fell in love with my mother in the Catacombs underneath Paris and how he loved her. How his destiny was fit for a hero, and how the Blacksmith of the gods was using his body as a host. The meeting was cute short with the weepings of Persphone. She wept and wept eventually sending Hades away in grief, as Zeke left the forbidding place the echos of the dead along with the steady crying of Hades wife led to him going mad. He ran fast and hard trying to escape the labyrinth of death but the weeping gave way to wails and screams. He burst through to the moonlight looking over the ruins of the Necromanteion. He reached into his black skinny jeans and pulled out a pack of Newports. He pulled one to his mouth and it conbusted, allowing him a deep hit. As he exhaled the smoke he spoke "T-this changes everything then... I'm gonna need help..."
A deep voice smooth yet raspy and warm like the embers of a fire spoke back " yeah kid, but you'll never be alone. You have something rare in yah. You're a deep thinker and humble. Your strong and attuned to the earth. Your not alone."

A few days later Zeke got a job working with a Black smith specializing in commercial weaponry. It doesn't warrant a lot of business but it does grant him some exposure. As time goes ow he gets bigger, more toned and muscular. The tierd look never leaves him alone and his Mistro says he's developed insomnia that no herb or western medicine known to man could heal. He works tirelessly round the clock listening to the metal and the work. He hears the pieces instruct him what do do and begins getting very capable
Even when running chores Zeke is seen with a Mallet. It's quite big and has a long handle. It isn't tarnished at all and glows black with radiant specks of white like the night sky.

It was a few days after her talk with Erwyn that Sam had her first dream meeting with the goddess she was host to. It had been a long day of dealing with teachers who thought she was cheating, since apparently students aren't allowed to improve without being suspicious. It was really only a matter of getting that Fey Prince to stop stealing her homework. Either way, it made her collapse into bed almost immediately, sinking into her dreams right away.

She found herself in darkness, floating aimlessly. Darkness polled in her vision everywhere she looked, up, down, over, sideways. It surrounded her, suffocated her, tried to drown her. Yes, she could breathe in water for extended periods of time, but this inky darkness was another story. She struggled to get her own mind under control, to reign in control over her own dreams.

Sam cried out triumphantly as a glowing blue square lit beneath her. She touched down gently against the small island, smiling. The square began elongating, cutting a sharp blue path through the swath of darkness around her. Sam began walking, the soft blue glow emanating from beneath her calming her. She walked for hours, humming under her breath.

The cry of an owl cut through the night. Sam's gaze snapped up to catch sight of the tawny owl, which soared over her head. She twisted around to watch it, eyes widening as she met the kind, ancient gaze of a woman in armor. The owl landed in her arm. Sam's heart pounded in her chest.

"You're... You're her aren't you?"

"I am, child," she spoke gently, but with all the force of a commanding officer. "I am Athena. Come, we do not have much time. Allow me to explain to you what you should expect."

The two chatted in the quiet until Sam woke up, her head buzzing with the info dump. Still, one question nagged at her. "Why would she choose a descendant of Poseidon? Here I thought they weren't buddies..."

The limousine had driven Judith to an empty farmland location by the seaside. If she was going to make the eight hour journey back up to Edinburgh, would it be such a bad idea to experience the open rural world of the english land whole she was here?

The driver pulled up at the requested location then exited to have a much needed smoke leaving Judith to traverse the empty lands alone. The ocean was beautiful. For some reason, many creatures had swam up to the surface and surrounded a specific area. It looked as though they wanted to leave the ocean and join the humans on the surface. Something was far too strange for comfort here. Letting her curiosity take control, she made way for the waterside.

Upon closer inspection she noticed a young man, probably around her age basking in the shades of the sun.
Perhaps he knew what was causing the fish to act so erratically?,
"Eh, Hello!"

( to whom sate you addressing honey?)

(I'll be leaving for about a week. Going on vacation, and I'm not sure if there is wifi there.)

It continued on like usual, her talking to Hera almost every night, and just chatting. It was actually fun and interesting, except for the fact that Hera was being a coach to her, always correcting her speech and posture, and basically teaching her how to be some queen, probably like her, since Estelle is her host.

After a few days later, she started seeing these weird-looking strings in between people, usually two, but sometimes there were three. The strings looked ethereal, kind of transparent but at the same time solid, usually. They must be the 'seeing relationships' thing Hera was talking about. She wanted to talk to her now, but she can't. As of now, they can still only communicate in dreams. Their bond isn't that strong yet.

There were times when a string looked very ragged and worn out, as if it was a touch away from being split in half. Those were probably the couples who are about to break up, Estelle concluded. There are also split strings, but one of them had another string attached to them, extending out to gods-knows-where. She thought those were the cheating boyfriends or girlfriends or spouses. She thought about telling the other spouses about it just for entertainment, but didn't want to get ranted on or slapped as if she were lying. She doesn't want to get bruised, and minded her own business. As night came and she fell asleep, she talked to Hera about it. "Well, congratulations dear," she said, holding her hand. "Can I control it? I mean that can I stop myself from seeing them?" she asked. "Yes, you can. Just concentrate and tell yourself to stop seeing them and they will disappear. It won't be gone right away, and might take sometime, but you will eventually get there," she answered her.

(Good god, I'm so late.)

Yang was bored. He didn't like the idea of planes. Probably because he wasn't allowed to do much on them. Seeing that he had no other choice, he stared at the clouds outside the window. The were so close, yet so far. He wondered if he ever got the chance to touch the clouds.

'How did I get dragged into this..?'

It was a stormy day and Yang had used up his paycheck for that month. With a growl, he tossed his poker cards on his bed and flung himself on his beanbag. He heard his mother shouting at him, saying something along the lines of "Dinner's ready!" or something. 'Later' He assured his hungry stomach. With that, he fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't expect snakes in his dreams.

They didn't lunge at him, though, but he still feared them. "There's no need to be afraid of them.." Though Yang couldn't pinpoint where the voice came from, he felt like it could be trusted. He narrowed his eyes at the snakes, "Well... Who goes there!?" He yelled, demanding answers from the unknown voice. "I'm glad you asked actually, now I don't have to bother with the formal introduction everyone else might be doing." Just then, a man appeared right behind the snakes. He had blonde hair— Like Yang— but it was much lighter than the latter.

"I am Hermes! Pleased to be acquainted with you." He bowed dramatically. Yang was confused. What was a Greek God doing in his dreams? He wouldn't have been surprised if Hades popped into his dreams, but Hermes? "Uh... Hi?" Yang blurted out. 'Yeah, social thingy. I'm not very good at this.' Yang watched as Hermes stood up to his full height. Amber clashed with Blue. "Well, as much as I would like to continue this conversation, I think it's best for you to fill your stomach before you can digest any information I'm going to give you. Oh, and by the way, your mom is not too happy that you went gambling again. So good luck with that!" Hermes winked at Yang.

That was how Yang woke up with a jolt. Quite literally. His day ended with his mother lecturing him about spending his hard earned money on gambling than spending it on something useful and then eating some delicious home cooked food. As soon as Yang entered
Morpheus' realm for the umpteenth time, Hermes then explained everything about the Titans' awakening and their thirst for revenge. Only to find that they didn't need to get revenge because the gods conveniently disappear after the last war. "Go descendant of Hades! Go to Mount Olympus and meet with the other hosts!"

And that was how Yang Branwen ended up on a 13-hour flight to Athens. He wasn't sure why his mother had allowed him to go on this trip. He was quite sure she didn't want to send her only child to potential death, but then again, what would it matter if he stayed with her and let the world end? He was lucky that his mother didn't put up a fight to keep him away from danger. He was a thrill seeker after all, and his mother fully understood that. 'Still... I should probably call her whenever I can. She's probably worrying too much about me.'

"Attention all passengers, this is your captain speaking. We will be arriving at Athens in a matter of minutes."

Yang internally cheered. All he needed to do now was to endure a 5-hour drive to Mount Olympus. 'Curse you transportation! Why can't you be more efficient?!' He let out a long suffering sigh. The next time he visited Hermes, he was going to ask for an upgrade from the God of Travel.

"Go away, Mom... I need time to think," he said. He heard her footsteps go down the stairs. He stared at the ceiling.
Hooray for loneliness, he thought. Jared sighed and closed his eyes. Of course, he didn't mean to fall asleep, but he did.
"... This is one of those dreams where I can control stuff, isn't it?" he asked, looking around. Then Jared saw him. Zeus.
"Hello, Jared," Zeus said.
"Woah... Okay, what? What's going on?" he asked.
"This is how we will communicate. Through dreams," Zeus explained.
"... Alright, that's actually really cool. But, uh-" He stopped as Zeus raised his hand for silence.
"We don't have much time. By now, the other gods are more than likely sending their hosts to Mount Olympus. But, I don't want to send you until you're ready. I will explain next time you are asleep. For now, go talk to your mother," Zeus said, then vanished as Jared woke up.