Autolycus
Mortal
King of Thieves
"Choose the one drink you wouldn't give your worst enemy...and give me a double."
Posts: 11
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Post by Autolycus on Jan 25, 2005 20:47:27 GMT -5
This was no mere trinket, but how was Autolycus to know that what he held was the tooth of Chronos… let alone that it was only a section of a greater weapon; the hair and the eye making up the rod and jewel on the Spear of Triptych. As he settled back into the hay, he ignored the pokes and prods of the dry sticks and his mind wandered to the last time he took a roll in the hay, both metaphorically and physically.
The cart took a turn down the road and out of the main throng of the city. He was settling down, almost relaxed enough to sleep when the demi-god reappeared directly next to him. “Buzz off kid… I’m sure you’re marbles are worth the world to you but right now I’m just looking for a paycheck you get my drift?” The cynical rogue pushed up out of the hay, gripping the rickety railing as he weighed the perfect time to jump. Knees bent and then in mid-air he ducked and rolled, the green and black clad man finally coming to rest on his backside at the side of the road.
“Look, you tell your Mother of Darkness with the dog fetish that until I hear a better offer I’m keeping this trinket for myself. Gods got to rule thief’s got to eat.” He waved and took off into the thicket wood, ducking and weaving as he allowed himself to blend with his surroundings.
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Ate
Mortal
Goddess of Delusions
Do you REALLY think I care I don't live up THERE?
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Post by Ate on Jan 26, 2005 17:34:56 GMT -5
Ate stood at the top of the hill, looking around her surrounding area. The screams of children and women from the surrounding villages making her smirk. The birds that flew through the air above her cawing their happiness.
She had her own pets, a large crow and it's hoard. These were the ones that circled. The largest crow was known as Vengence. Each had their own name, and she the only one to know it-but Vengence was the one who reported all that needed to be known by her. Calling to him with her hand spread out, she waited till the large bird landed upon her wrist.
"Find me the thief... the one renound for his self proclomation as the king of thieves." Her light eyes turned towards the black bird. "He has something I want, and I need you to find him for me... NOW." Her voice was a growl as she eyed the bird that took off, cawing for the assistance of it's comrads.
Her eyes flashed red-just as her mother and her mothers mother... her body disappeared in flames and she appeared in the small temple that those devoted to her had created. Yes, it was true that not many, if any, people liked her, but when they created the temples for her and Gods alike, they created out of fear.
She was to be feared, now, not by just the Mortals, but by Gods as well.
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Artemis
Mortal
Goddess of the Hunt
You may follow me, believe in me, worship me, But do you really Honour me?
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Post by Artemis on Jan 27, 2005 13:28:40 GMT -5
Hermes, Messenger of the Gods had disturbed Artemis this morning. He came with words to her, uncoherent ones. As if he was rather unnerved by something that had happened. Whatever the case be, Artemis listened, standing in the fields of the green forests she often looked over. " Artemis, Zues asks for you...chronos..taken, stone bah.. Just go to Olympus!"
Word from her father that she was needed? That must have meant something was going on, something that the gods displeased of. And if that something had to be tracked down, hunted, and taken back, she knew that she would be the one they summoned. That must have been what they meant to do, get her to hunt something, or someone. She watched Hermes disappear in a blast of smoke and light before she looked about the wooded area which she stood. A deep breath inhaling in, such beauty that was around her. Finally, in mid inhale, she was gone. Leaving her kingdom behind.
Olympus, a great kingdom, a great land. One she oftened visited, whether for meeting purposes, the occasional visit to her father or brother, it did not matter. She loved it all the same. A flash of light and shimering mist brought forth the Daughter of Zeus, Twin to Apollo, and Olympian herself. She looked about before stepped into the temple building which inside would hold her father. Perhaps sitting on his throne as often seen, or perhaps not even there. " Father, you summoned me?" came Artemis' words. Her eyes searching about this place like those of a hawks. She heard something mentioned from Hermes, the Chronos stone, but if that was in wrong hands, if that was in any hands would could use it against the gods. It would be most displeasing and with very very bad consquences. Not only that but if it was made into the Spear, then the world would be in grave danger. Perhaps that was his request. Go search the man who has the stone, bring it back to its place, where it is safe, make sure it is safe.
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Zeus
Mortal
Father of the Gods
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Post by Zeus on Jan 29, 2005 2:11:50 GMT -5
Now before his council with The God of Thunder, Zeus had other things at hand. Word had come to him that an artifact was stolen by a mortal. But not any item and item powerful enough to slay a God as a completed weapon and he could not let that happen to risk his children and fellow Gods to such an end, it was in part why he was meeting with Thor as well. With a call for Hermes and word of confirmation, Zeus sent the flying messenger to find his daughter Artemis.
Watching over the lands from his kingdom of cloud and mountain Zeus awaited her arrival. He knew she would come and quite willingly and be of much help for she was a great hunter. As she called out among the Kingdome he called her to his throne. “My dear daughter…what news Hermes has brought is true. And as King of the Gods I cannot allow such dangers. You must go my daughter, first bringing the rod of the staff to Hercules.”<br> Moving forwards he placed a hand upon his daughters shoulder with his head bowing. The skies of the land becoming restless. “I entrust this task to you both who knows what dangers will be brought upon Olympus should the mortal ever put the pieces together, or another. Go now and be swift my daughter.” Zeus moved back towards his throne turning around once again, the Elder God nodding his head. “I have council to join for the coming tides.” It was true a mortal had stolen the spear tip, though he didn’t know it was planned for use against him but it wouldn’t be long before he did. Sending Hermes out once more to find what news he could.
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Autolycus
Mortal
King of Thieves
"Choose the one drink you wouldn't give your worst enemy...and give me a double."
Posts: 11
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Post by Autolycus on Jan 29, 2005 2:39:40 GMT -5
The rogue made his way through the forest with ease, weaving his way around the guarded edges of the castle and into the thriving town. He traveled on foot to where he’d left his horse and the makeshift camping gear. The stink of the battle that had passed was still fresh on the air; a burning density of battle and blood. The confusion was enough of a cover for his lone figure to escape onto the lesser traveled road to the next town. Night gave birth to a new day, and he continued without rest until it sank again into twilight.
Turning aside from the road, Autolycus gave into the exhaustion that plagued every muscle of his being, as he tied up his horse and laid out a humble bedroll. He was confident that his campsite could not been seen from the path, and he was mindful not to set a fire this night. He slept for a small allotment, his dreams unremembered for his rest was too deep. Sometime later he woke his limbs heavy and unyielding. With a groan he got up and again took to the road. The next town was only a half a day’s ride from here, and he hoped to make it before the break of dawn.
Just as the sun crested the horizon the thief made out the rooftops of the small village. Farmer were already our sowing their fields, merchants were rolling up the canvas sides of pagodas in the town square, and the temple bells were ringing atonements to their respected gods… Autolycus patted the side of his horse’s neck as he trotted the beast into the north end of town. Dismounting he walked the remaining distance to the stables and then made his way to the nearest bar. Despite the heaviness of his limbs, he managed to have a little swagger in his step, and a curious grin on his lips as he passed into the front doors of the local inn/tavern.
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Artemis
Mortal
Goddess of the Hunt
You may follow me, believe in me, worship me, But do you really Honour me?
Posts: 7
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Post by Artemis on Jan 30, 2005 10:25:29 GMT -5
Artemis was unsure what really the disgruntled Messenger spoke of. But she had an idea. While waiting along her fathers Palace, she glanced about. So hollow, so empty, so grand. Fit for a King indeed. Suddenly a voice spoke and she turned to face her Lord. Kneeling in respect like some dignified warrior, she stood slowly while listening to his words.
So it was true, what she had feared. The Chronos Stone had been stolen. She agreed, for the good of all it would need to be taken aback. " Of course." her words rang suddenly, and her knowledge that she should keep this to herself arised. It was must not to cause panic amongst the other Gods and Goddesses. Such a weapon could bring devistation, and such panic could lead to it as well. So, she would bare this task alone, at least save for Hercules. He would need to know, he would need to help. She always entrusted her faith in her half-brother. Though he was a demi-God, he proved to be just as grand as a full one. Ruining evil places that were to hatch. And with a heart more pure than gold itself, she admired him. He, the one who had her pride. Something not easily given.
When Zeus moved to place his hand upon her shoulder, she nodded. Knowing that what was to happen must happen. And she would die rather than let her father down. "I will not fail you Father." and suddenly she turned when he moved back to his throne. In a flash she was gone. It did not take such a hard effort to retreive the rod. Which had great guards. But on the announcment of Zeus' wishes, and the fear of a God, Artemis had it within her grasps. Now it was to seek out Hercules that would be her next task.
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Ate
Mortal
Goddess of Delusions
Do you REALLY think I care I don't live up THERE?
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Post by Ate on Jan 30, 2005 13:27:56 GMT -5
The Goddess stood with white eyes for a moment, eyeing the the sky she could not see. Her body stood shock still as her arms spread wide.
"Find him for me... find him now..." Her arms slowly fell as she felt his presence within one of the birds' heart. "Good..." She said softly as her eyes suddenly appeared, blue as the stormy mist.
Flashing quickly to the town in which HER stone was, her eyes scanned the men she had left there-the men with the X's on their shoulders. Suddenly she found them, they gathered around her, kneeling and saying chants as she stood smug.
"I need you men, I want you to find the theif. Autolycus. He has something of mind, and I want it NOW." The men grew to a rising mob.
"Catch that Theif" they began to chant as they walked through town. Torches and pitchforks in their hands. Her smirk grew. Their anger soard.
Crossing her arms she awaited the oncoming battle.
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Autolycus
Mortal
King of Thieves
"Choose the one drink you wouldn't give your worst enemy...and give me a double."
Posts: 11
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Post by Autolycus on Feb 13, 2005 14:44:09 GMT -5
“Barkeep!” “Wench.” “Huh?” ”You asked for a barkeep, this place is run by a woman,” offered the man sitting adjacent Autolycus. “A woman eh?” already the gears in his scoundrel-like mind were turning. “I have to admit that I’m liking the sound of that.” Without breaking eye contact with the man, he raised a hand and bellowed half over his shoulder, “Barwench?”
There was a grumble behind the Rogue, and slowly he turned to the noise. The wicked grin that screamed “charming philanderer” dropped from his face, and was replaced with an expression of melodramatic horror. This was hands down the ugliest woman he’d ever seen; ever. “Ugh! …I mean… hi!” She didn’t respond. Her scrub-pan expression barely cracked acknowledgement, save her dim-witted eyes hardening into twin points of diamond.
Auto shifted on his stool, turning back to the man, but he was (obviously) familiar with the place because all of a sudden his mug seemed the most interesting thing to stare into. Almost scared at this point the Rogue returned glances to the maid, the smile had returned, but it was clearly to save face, and as cheap as a dime store whistle. “I’d like a mug of your finest ale, if I may, and one for my friend here,” his gloved hand slapped between the shoulders of the peasant spilling a bit of his drink. For a moment the woman didn’t stir. If anything the diamond stare shifted to adamantine. “Four copper.” She demanded shoving the wooden mugs toward Autolycus. “What a bargain,” he noted mostly to himself as he wrung out the beer soaked sash about his waist.
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Artemis
Mortal
Goddess of the Hunt
You may follow me, believe in me, worship me, But do you really Honour me?
Posts: 7
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Post by Artemis on Feb 21, 2005 0:13:20 GMT -5
How could this happen? How could this whole horrible threat be in the hands of someone so easily persuaded. At least, from a Gods stand point all Mortals were easy to mannipulate or at least get things from. Damn be to the fools who let this happen. Artemis would see that something was done personally. But now, now was not the time.
She had retrieved the staff with much to little effort and now took to the skies. With the heart of a Hawk, and the wings to carry, she transformed in a puff of greenish smoke into that of a falcom. A beautiful white one, with tips and beak of gold. She soared through the sky, in search, search of what it was not the question. Search of whom was it. She would find him Hercules. She had her resources. After a quick journey as the air carried much swifter than on foot, she landed on the brink of a feild. Through the trees she hid herself and transformed then into that of the couragous wolf. The fur again shone gold and white, as she stood sniffing at the ground below. She perhaps would have taken much more time to track Hercules down, but there was not time to waste. Instead she searched for a scent and picking one up she moved quick.
He was not but an hour away and with dew time and the quickness of the wolf, she soon caught up to him. He travelled back towards a small village along the way, chatting to some person beside him, laughing. How could he laugh with so much danger afoot? Perhaps it was because he did not know yet?..Her little half brother like many others did not know, but unlike others he did need to know. It was her fathers wish for him to give aid, and Artemis would not disobey her father. The only man who she ever respected with honour, at least besides her brother. He had her uttermost loyalties as well.
She slowed her pace to come just behind them and a howl was let out. To try and grab their attentions of course. But unlike a real true wolf, the oddness was seen at the fact that this one just stood there, somewhat larger than a normal size. Stood there and gazed, watching Hercules and this other man. Staring at them with her head tilted upwards. She would not give off whom she was until she was certain that he knew that someone was there. Someone who would not bring harm, someone he could trust. She tested him a bit, to make sure that nothing was out of the normal with this man.
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Post by Hercules on Mar 1, 2005 19:00:25 GMT -5
He’d spent some time traveling with Gabrielle, after the death of the Warrior Princess Xena. They had all felt her loss, the loss of a close friend and companion. However you couldn’t dwell in the past, dwell on what could have been changed, it was the way the fates worked. He’d come to accept this after some time, especially in his own life. He wasn’t a mere mortal man, he was a Demi-God, Hercules the son of Zeus. Hero to the people, rescuer of those in distress it was his life. After he and Gabrielle parted ways he continued on helping those in need that he came across.
“Thank you for your help Hercules.” The man nodded to him and the Demi-God nodded his head “It wasn’t anything much.” They talked a bit more laughed heartily. Laughing was one of the best ways to ease tension and relax, at least that’s what he found. Slapping a hand on the mans shoulder he nodded once more, before something caught his attentions. Not something but a wolf, larger than ordinary. Brow nitched for a moment as his bid his farewell to the man who hurried down the path after spotting what he has been watching. Moving forward he made no motion to pull out a weapon. After the man was no longer seen he closed the distance between himself and the wolf.
“Well I don’t think he’ll be paying attention.” His hands came to his hips in fists resting against them bracers down over his wrist and yellow tunic slightly open and loosely tied. “ You’ve been tracking me some time haven’t you Artemis? It must be with good cause.” His brow rose as he stared the wolf down, knowing full well it was his Half-Sister. Nodding his head he moved into the woodlands so they could be in even more seclusion. “So tell me, why have you found me now?”
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Artemis
Mortal
Goddess of the Hunt
You may follow me, believe in me, worship me, But do you really Honour me?
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Post by Artemis on Mar 4, 2005 1:02:30 GMT -5
She would not expose herself to another man, at least not just anyone anyways. She was Goddess of Hunt, of Virginity, a Goddess who saw no real need for male figures in her life. But of course, do not get her wrong, she loved many, Her father, Her Brother, even others. But she forbid that any meer mortal man would view her unless she deemed it. So she remained hidden, remained so in this furry skin.
Finally the man was gone and Hercules himself moved further into the wood. Further from sight. Then and only then when he called her name did a sudden green mist begin to form around the wolf. Then with a sudden flash and the sounds of wild animals roaring and caws she was herself. A young warrior woman, of beauty and sometimes no patience.
She did not reach for any arrows or bows, nor did she reach for something else just yet. But with a slow coming smile she looked upon her half brother. "You were always well at spotting a God when you saw one. I am sorry for your loss Hercules. A dear friend of yours is a dear friend of mine. But in these times its fearful that you may loose another one. We both may."
With a sudden glance to her left then her right she turned her full attentions onto Hercules and moved forward. Closer to him to shorten the distance, to make sure no ears but their own heard the words. " We may loose our Father. This is for your ears only Hercules. Together I know we can save him as well as Olympus. A smart tongued theif has stolen a most precious Stone, the Stone of Cronos. A stone which can bring about most dangerous power." slowly she reached to her back and from her hilt a staff was pulled and handed towards him. " Our Father asked me to hand you this. This Rod is all that is needed to create a weapon most horrid. A weapon which in the wrong hands can destroy a God. And uprise against Zeus would be most unwise."
She stopped for a moment to glance down. Almost as if a bit fearful or saddened by that thought it was unknown. But it was obviously bother her. " Please Hercules. Our father asks for your help. Will you answer his calls?" She continued to hold the Rod then towards him. If he chose to take it, then it would accept, if he chose to not then he would turn it down. The choice was his.
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Autolycus
Mortal
King of Thieves
"Choose the one drink you wouldn't give your worst enemy...and give me a double."
Posts: 11
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Post by Autolycus on Mar 10, 2005 12:41:36 GMT -5
Soon enough Autolycus forgot the tragedy of his beer-soaked sash and as he drunkly leaned back in his new chair by the fire he realized that the day had slipped into night while he had drunk. With a noggin heavy with ale he staggered toward the bar. Dexterous fingers pulled out a handful of assorted coinage as he fought hard to remember how much it was to stay the night. “Allow me to help…” purred a voice in his ear. Auto turned to the cinnamon-honey tenor, his eyes alighting like a child in a candy shop.
The woman who stood before him was a statuesque beauty. Her bosom was cinched tightly into a form-fit corset, forcing her breast to swell with every feather light breath. Indeed it was hard for the rogue to take his eyes from her creamy flesh to find the full lips and wide eyes that completed her sublime visage. “Why… thank you, you’re too kind,” he gushed. It was clear that the King of Thieves had found something he greatly desired. “If you’ll allow me to return the favor…” She cut him off, “Oh I’m sure you can… in your room later… shall we?” she said, taking the room key from the barmaid. “Oh we shall,” he returned, his tongue practically lolling on the ground.
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