Meanwhile, on Olympus...
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"Ya-ha!" Polytropos cried, blocking another blow with his shield, taking a step back as the impact slid across the bronze chevron. "Not bad, not bad! But you'll have to do better toOOOF!" A sudden reversal of the wrist and a stab forward, a whole body dedicated to a single strike, and the point of the sword hammers against his shield, leaving a dent in the enchanted surface. His shield is pushed back against him, and he's left staggering back, suddenly breathless.
He barely has time to plant his feet before a rain of blows commences; from the left, the right, fighting past his guard. There's no time to use his sword to strike back; instead both shield and sword are two parts of the whole, a circle of shelter that manages to keep back the assault moment by moment... until a strike his his upper arm, drawing a faint line of blood. He winces, and calls out to stop. "Okay, enough! You got me!"
He waits until he's sure the atack is over before lowering his shield, breathing heavily. He nods at his opponent, grinning. "I don't know what you've been doing, but it's paid off. Owww."
Heroes of the Peloponnese Game Thread #3
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+1600xp for Telemachus, Leonidas, Polytropos, and Andreas for IC posting.
EDIT: all right, add Zokos and Kataramene.
EDIT: all right, add Zokos and Kataramene.
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Zorkos sighs, "I do apologize for not being able to care for your wounds better, I have always been a better sailor than soldier or healer." He looks seriously at Leonaidas, "And I agree, some more organization would certainly help."
Thoughtfully he says, "I know in naval warfare it is critical to bring all your ships to bear at the same time," gesturing with his hands, one pointing at the palm of the other, "Preferably at the enemy's flank where they are unable to do the same."
He smiles at Eleni. "At the same time it is critical to protect the heavy artillery."
Zokos rises to leave, "I leave the details to the experts, I am going to spend the rest of our time here in prayer. I have no real power, other then some skill with bandages and herbs. I simply channel the will of Poseidon, and some of the others at times. We will remain safe as long as Poseidon chooses to continue his blessings."
Zorkos heads off toward Poseidon's quarter. "I am ready to continue as soon as we are resupplied and rested. We must put an end to this suffering!" He says forcefully as he leaves.
Thoughtfully he says, "I know in naval warfare it is critical to bring all your ships to bear at the same time," gesturing with his hands, one pointing at the palm of the other, "Preferably at the enemy's flank where they are unable to do the same."
He smiles at Eleni. "At the same time it is critical to protect the heavy artillery."
Zokos rises to leave, "I leave the details to the experts, I am going to spend the rest of our time here in prayer. I have no real power, other then some skill with bandages and herbs. I simply channel the will of Poseidon, and some of the others at times. We will remain safe as long as Poseidon chooses to continue his blessings."
Zorkos heads off toward Poseidon's quarter. "I am ready to continue as soon as we are resupplied and rested. We must put an end to this suffering!" He says forcefully as he leaves.
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Stepping back, and lowering her shield and sheathing the enchanted xiphos, Kataramene grinned.
"It took a while, longer than any of those supposed warriors he could throw at me," she remarked. "I've seen very few get past your guard, when you are defending completely, no matter the size so I though that if I could beat you ... just once...."
Reaching out she touched the line of blood gently, little more than a scratch, but she looked satisfied. Meeting his eyes with a knowing expression, she moved in closer and planted a long kiss on his neck below the ear, and murmured. "First to put the new skills to proper use, but we'll see about a rematch later."
"It took a while, longer than any of those supposed warriors he could throw at me," she remarked. "I've seen very few get past your guard, when you are defending completely, no matter the size so I though that if I could beat you ... just once...."
Reaching out she touched the line of blood gently, little more than a scratch, but she looked satisfied. Meeting his eyes with a knowing expression, she moved in closer and planted a long kiss on his neck below the ear, and murmured. "First to put the new skills to proper use, but we'll see about a rematch later."
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"I doubt the last of the Scions will prove to be the weakest," Eleni said. "Or at least, that's how these things usually go, no? If nothing else, they will have probably learned they are being hunted, and will be more prepared for our coming than the others."
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It was not over yet as it seems the Gods were still playing with the heroes. The had found themselves back in the village. The Gorgons had attacked and petrified everybody. There was also a big demon with his harem of winged temptresses.
The heroes managed to rescue the villagers with a great amount of magic to revive the people. Next they went back to Olympus to rest and found two friends who had been busy elsewhere.
Andreas was happy to see them and two more swords may just be what they needed to survive the next big fight. Still, Andreas missed Damien and his big bear. Andreas had never been a big talker and had little if any people skills. Sure he could eat and drink like a giant, fight and run like a lion and sometimes share a bit of his wisdom but that was probably the extent of his involvement with people. That and perhaps the other pleasures of life that he shared with soldiers, mercenaries and gladiators.
With Damien gone, there was nobody else to speak about the nature of things, the plans the Gods were having for men and the necessary relationship between men and nature.
"Zokos, perhaps we could talk sometimes."
He looked at his friends for a moment, hoping that they would all survive the next battle. He looked at Eleni remembered her as a little girl. He remembered the day she climbed a tree and could not get down she must have been six or seven springs at the time. She was so different now. Andreas always liked her like the sister he never had. If only she had not chosen the path of magic. First there was his mother Danae who had left him. He would never know if she had left to find his father - even if everyone else assumed he was dead - or to pursue her search for magic. Strangely Eleni had chosen the exact same path. Witchcraft, enchantment, charms, the very things Andreas hated but somehow got used to.
The heroes managed to rescue the villagers with a great amount of magic to revive the people. Next they went back to Olympus to rest and found two friends who had been busy elsewhere.
Andreas was happy to see them and two more swords may just be what they needed to survive the next big fight. Still, Andreas missed Damien and his big bear. Andreas had never been a big talker and had little if any people skills. Sure he could eat and drink like a giant, fight and run like a lion and sometimes share a bit of his wisdom but that was probably the extent of his involvement with people. That and perhaps the other pleasures of life that he shared with soldiers, mercenaries and gladiators.
With Damien gone, there was nobody else to speak about the nature of things, the plans the Gods were having for men and the necessary relationship between men and nature.
"Zokos, perhaps we could talk sometimes."
He looked at his friends for a moment, hoping that they would all survive the next battle. He looked at Eleni remembered her as a little girl. He remembered the day she climbed a tree and could not get down she must have been six or seven springs at the time. She was so different now. Andreas always liked her like the sister he never had. If only she had not chosen the path of magic. First there was his mother Danae who had left him. He would never know if she had left to find his father - even if everyone else assumed he was dead - or to pursue her search for magic. Strangely Eleni had chosen the exact same path. Witchcraft, enchantment, charms, the very things Andreas hated but somehow got used to.
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//Sorry wont be able to make Saturday, I've got to cover at work. I'll make sure the server is up before I leave.
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((I'll DL the server vault again, just in case anything happens, too))
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((May be late or not make the game, depending on how good I do at a Thing tomorrow. Will try to rush home, though!))
Ismene was right. They could never go back home again. Not really. Too much - and at once, too little - had changed.
It was strange. In a way, it was what Eleni had always wanted. She'd always dreamed of escaping this tiny village; of seeing all the wonders that the world had to offer. Learning new and strange ways. Growing stronger, and hopefully just a little wiser.
She had done all those things, after a fashion. At the very least, she liked to think she had made some respectable progress. And she hoped that her teacher would have agreed.
But in spite of all that, she couldn't help but feel sad as she left Mantineia behind her.
Ismene was right. They could never go back home again. Not really. Too much - and at once, too little - had changed.
It was strange. In a way, it was what Eleni had always wanted. She'd always dreamed of escaping this tiny village; of seeing all the wonders that the world had to offer. Learning new and strange ways. Growing stronger, and hopefully just a little wiser.
She had done all those things, after a fashion. At the very least, she liked to think she had made some respectable progress. And she hoped that her teacher would have agreed.
But in spite of all that, she couldn't help but feel sad as she left Mantineia behind her.
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For his part, Polytropos is bleak, subdued. The radiant sight of Olympus isn't enough to rouse his cheer, nor the presence of those closest to him. His ashen face is that of a prophet that has seen ruin; when he does find speech, it's laden with grim portent.
"It was like this with the Satyr... but worse, made worse. Is it always going to be this way?" he asks, of anyone near. "When... when we left Mantineia, I wanted to do great things, I wanted to... you know, inspire? I wanted to be known, for us to be known too, you know, the kind of fame that stretches over the seas. I wanted to do all that the old Heroes did, and... we have. Wrestled with demigods, waked the earth, seen Hades and lived to tell the tale."
He shakes his head, eyes empty. "But is this the reality? We'll travel and we'll fight like no-one else can, and wherever we go, wherever we settle for longer than a moment, we'll find curses, and Furies, and burning homes? The stone heads of people we know left in the road?" The young warrior looks... bewildered, but it's the confusion of someone realising a truth they'd been too blind to see. "Haunted by immortal grudges, til we die?"
"It was like this with the Satyr... but worse, made worse. Is it always going to be this way?" he asks, of anyone near. "When... when we left Mantineia, I wanted to do great things, I wanted to... you know, inspire? I wanted to be known, for us to be known too, you know, the kind of fame that stretches over the seas. I wanted to do all that the old Heroes did, and... we have. Wrestled with demigods, waked the earth, seen Hades and lived to tell the tale."
He shakes his head, eyes empty. "But is this the reality? We'll travel and we'll fight like no-one else can, and wherever we go, wherever we settle for longer than a moment, we'll find curses, and Furies, and burning homes? The stone heads of people we know left in the road?" The young warrior looks... bewildered, but it's the confusion of someone realising a truth they'd been too blind to see. "Haunted by immortal grudges, til we die?"