Casmar
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"Gather round young gods and children and let me tell you a tale of demigods who changed the world, and in ways that many never saw. It was an unlikely alliance between gods that led to this trio of demigods together. But first let me tell you of these demigods and their powers, for they are not the powers of heroes or greatness, but rather teach all gods an important lesson"
"even you Grandfather?" asks one of the young gods?
Mythos leans back and chuckles "Yes, Even I, child. Maybe not Chronos, Progenitor of time, but he wouldn't tell you even if you asked"
"The first of our adventurers was already a Demigod grown by the time our tale begins, but first let me tell you who he is. Arcas was a priest of Zeus, from infancy to adulthood he never wavered in his faith of Zeus. As a mortal many thought him mad, when other ran to get out of the rain, he would climb and climb to the cliffs overlooking the Aegean and he would pray, and Zeus did favour him, first with tests, when he sat in the rain Zeus threw bolt after bolt and the man never moved, for his faith was his armour. Then when bandits attacked his temple, he alone rose to defend the place of worship, armed only with his staff, he struck each man, some say that day Zeus favour became clear as each man was ejected from the temple with a strike from his staff and the smell of burnt hair hung in the entrance for some time after. Whilst his life was fulfilled and joyful, his life did not end as most heroes tales would, as he aged and ascended to high priesthood he started to develop scoliosis and life became hard for the man, but still everyday he rose to the top of the cliff to pray to Zeus and one day, Zeus did not miss with his bolts of lightning, but took the man's life as a reward for his service, and raised him as his demigod of Lightning, that he might throw the bolts when required. And this job he has done most diligently for his many years of service to Zeus and none would ever doubt his loyalty. He is known in the heavens as Arcas, Herald of Zeus.
"but never fear child for not all in this story are old men like myself, the next of our trio is Nikaia, and unlike most demigods she does not have a single patron to whom she answers, but rather all gods of emotion, whether it be wrath or love, joy or sadness she is responsible for the balance of these emotions in the mortal plane, at times this has caused great sorrow, at other times nations have known great happiness through her powers. Her birth as a demigod is unclear, as one day when the worship of Aphrodite and Eudaimonia grew, so did the worship of Eris, and at this time she appears in many tales, answering to none, but servant to many. But whilst she serves many gods, she has not always pleased them all, to make one god happy she must make another sad, whilst some say that Nikaia is a weak demigod with no powers, others know her to be free and powerful, not bound by a single agenda, her fate is a rare one for a Demigod, for few have the choice to defy a god and keep their powers. She is the Demigod of Emotions."
"And so we reach the final member of this unlikely Trio a Demigod of Hephaestus, Whilst it is known that Hephaestus smith of the gods can make any armour or weapon fit for a king, he still required the metals to work from, so he raised a demigod to work for him, raising him from childhood, he taught him all there was to know of metals and materials, and how to find the finest trees and veins for his craft, and soon Orthaeus had learnt all there was to of metals and their craft, of trees and their properties, whilst he had wielded a hammer for a great number of eons he was not rough and brisk like many a smith may become and soon Hephaestus learnt that there was more to his new servant than even he had imagined. One day whilst in the mortal realms Orthaeus did not walk through the forest or the mountains for his craft, but rather broke out in song, a quite sorrowful sound as the saplings at his feet grew and bent, creaked and groaned as they grew a lifetime in a matter of minutes, and from this tree he did pluck a cord of wood, perfectly bent ready for a bow, and from the mountains did he pull chips of pure iron, before returning to the heavens. Once in the heavens he plied his craft and forged a great bow and arrows, of the most perfect materials, whilst his craft could not match that of Hephaestus, his materials allowed him to get ever closer. But the demigod of materials grew restless in the heavens, for there was no metal to sing and no trees to grow, no mountains to form or beaches to mould and so he left the heavens and has seldom returned, whilst he has always answered his masters call, the materials that he has gathered arrived alone, and so with great pride and sorrow, Hephaestus watches him still, the greatest craftsman he had ever known, yet he knew better than to keep him in the heavens for himself.
"and so our trio were fated to one day meet and change history forever, but does it not sound unlike that the demigods of emotion and materials, with the herald of Zeus should ever have anything in common?"
"Well I'm sure you have already heard of the Trojan war children?"
A murmur of agreement greets this and the children look up eagerly, wanting to hear more of this great tale.
"Isn't that the one wher...." a child pipes up.
"Hush little one, that is not where this tale begins, or ends, but somewhere in the middle, as all good tales, this story must have a beginning before the middle, and the reasons are as important as the outcomes, now gather children and let me show you their first journeys"
Mythos waves a hand over a large basin of water on the floor and a vision of the craggy cliffs of Lesvos appear before them, overlooking the bays of Methymna, a large village port, in the easter Aegean sea, south of Troy. Far from mainland Greece this is a quite island, known for abundant crops of wheat and fish but not much else; and it is here that the trio will finally meet.
An old man paces impatiently atop the cliff, whilst a middle aged woman sits atop a rock, underneath a tree watching the clouds gathering above them.
"Calm yourself old man, he will come I'm sure of it" she eases him
A young man dressed in fine clothes and wearing the finest jewellery slowly picks his way up the steep slope to join them.
And so this is where they first met, an agreement between Zeus and Aphrodite as well as a pledge of whatever resources were required from Hephaestus has led the trio to form. For there were reports of a siren hiding in the town of Methymna and a great many of their followers had been disappearing in the area, and something had been done. As the demigods nearest the area they were asked to find the source. Whilst they might not have been the most obvious choice, they were the ones chosen, as was the whimsy of the gods.
"even you Grandfather?" asks one of the young gods?
Mythos leans back and chuckles "Yes, Even I, child. Maybe not Chronos, Progenitor of time, but he wouldn't tell you even if you asked"
"The first of our adventurers was already a Demigod grown by the time our tale begins, but first let me tell you who he is. Arcas was a priest of Zeus, from infancy to adulthood he never wavered in his faith of Zeus. As a mortal many thought him mad, when other ran to get out of the rain, he would climb and climb to the cliffs overlooking the Aegean and he would pray, and Zeus did favour him, first with tests, when he sat in the rain Zeus threw bolt after bolt and the man never moved, for his faith was his armour. Then when bandits attacked his temple, he alone rose to defend the place of worship, armed only with his staff, he struck each man, some say that day Zeus favour became clear as each man was ejected from the temple with a strike from his staff and the smell of burnt hair hung in the entrance for some time after. Whilst his life was fulfilled and joyful, his life did not end as most heroes tales would, as he aged and ascended to high priesthood he started to develop scoliosis and life became hard for the man, but still everyday he rose to the top of the cliff to pray to Zeus and one day, Zeus did not miss with his bolts of lightning, but took the man's life as a reward for his service, and raised him as his demigod of Lightning, that he might throw the bolts when required. And this job he has done most diligently for his many years of service to Zeus and none would ever doubt his loyalty. He is known in the heavens as Arcas, Herald of Zeus.
"but never fear child for not all in this story are old men like myself, the next of our trio is Nikaia, and unlike most demigods she does not have a single patron to whom she answers, but rather all gods of emotion, whether it be wrath or love, joy or sadness she is responsible for the balance of these emotions in the mortal plane, at times this has caused great sorrow, at other times nations have known great happiness through her powers. Her birth as a demigod is unclear, as one day when the worship of Aphrodite and Eudaimonia grew, so did the worship of Eris, and at this time she appears in many tales, answering to none, but servant to many. But whilst she serves many gods, she has not always pleased them all, to make one god happy she must make another sad, whilst some say that Nikaia is a weak demigod with no powers, others know her to be free and powerful, not bound by a single agenda, her fate is a rare one for a Demigod, for few have the choice to defy a god and keep their powers. She is the Demigod of Emotions."
"And so we reach the final member of this unlikely Trio a Demigod of Hephaestus, Whilst it is known that Hephaestus smith of the gods can make any armour or weapon fit for a king, he still required the metals to work from, so he raised a demigod to work for him, raising him from childhood, he taught him all there was to know of metals and materials, and how to find the finest trees and veins for his craft, and soon Orthaeus had learnt all there was to of metals and their craft, of trees and their properties, whilst he had wielded a hammer for a great number of eons he was not rough and brisk like many a smith may become and soon Hephaestus learnt that there was more to his new servant than even he had imagined. One day whilst in the mortal realms Orthaeus did not walk through the forest or the mountains for his craft, but rather broke out in song, a quite sorrowful sound as the saplings at his feet grew and bent, creaked and groaned as they grew a lifetime in a matter of minutes, and from this tree he did pluck a cord of wood, perfectly bent ready for a bow, and from the mountains did he pull chips of pure iron, before returning to the heavens. Once in the heavens he plied his craft and forged a great bow and arrows, of the most perfect materials, whilst his craft could not match that of Hephaestus, his materials allowed him to get ever closer. But the demigod of materials grew restless in the heavens, for there was no metal to sing and no trees to grow, no mountains to form or beaches to mould and so he left the heavens and has seldom returned, whilst he has always answered his masters call, the materials that he has gathered arrived alone, and so with great pride and sorrow, Hephaestus watches him still, the greatest craftsman he had ever known, yet he knew better than to keep him in the heavens for himself.
"and so our trio were fated to one day meet and change history forever, but does it not sound unlike that the demigods of emotion and materials, with the herald of Zeus should ever have anything in common?"
"Well I'm sure you have already heard of the Trojan war children?"
A murmur of agreement greets this and the children look up eagerly, wanting to hear more of this great tale.
"Isn't that the one wher...." a child pipes up.
"Hush little one, that is not where this tale begins, or ends, but somewhere in the middle, as all good tales, this story must have a beginning before the middle, and the reasons are as important as the outcomes, now gather children and let me show you their first journeys"
Mythos waves a hand over a large basin of water on the floor and a vision of the craggy cliffs of Lesvos appear before them, overlooking the bays of Methymna, a large village port, in the easter Aegean sea, south of Troy. Far from mainland Greece this is a quite island, known for abundant crops of wheat and fish but not much else; and it is here that the trio will finally meet.
An old man paces impatiently atop the cliff, whilst a middle aged woman sits atop a rock, underneath a tree watching the clouds gathering above them.
"Calm yourself old man, he will come I'm sure of it" she eases him
A young man dressed in fine clothes and wearing the finest jewellery slowly picks his way up the steep slope to join them.
And so this is where they first met, an agreement between Zeus and Aphrodite as well as a pledge of whatever resources were required from Hephaestus has led the trio to form. For there were reports of a siren hiding in the town of Methymna and a great many of their followers had been disappearing in the area, and something had been done. As the demigods nearest the area they were asked to find the source. Whilst they might not have been the most obvious choice, they were the ones chosen, as was the whimsy of the gods.
