Prometheus slouched over a wooden stool in the middle of his workshop, chiseling intricate details onto his latest sculpture while totally oblivious to the busy bustling all around him. A majestic clay eagle as tall as Prometheus himself stood in the center of a vast glass dome which span the limitless space of the workshop, its wings outstretched as if it was about to lift off the ground with every single feather carved to perfection. Golden sun rays were diffracted through the thick glass panels of the dome, casting a spectrum of colours across the floor which was littered with an assortment of clay figurines and sculptures. One such sculpture of a fox was trotting across the wide marble floor as it nimbly avoided careless legs swinging at it. Its nose was squashed into its horribly deformed face creating a sickening look, but its one eye gleamed fiery crimson with a white hot intensity that tells of an intelligence behind them. Other deformed mud men with limbs and body parts missing greeted the fox as it passed by before returning their attention to their lifeless brethren, cleaning or applying layers upon layers of polish onto them until they glowed with the light. Tiny winged clay elves the size of human thumbs zoomed across the ceiling of the great glass dome, their low buzzing adds to the general lively atmosphere of the workshop as they tirelessly scrub on the wide glass panels.
The fox found its master admiring his latest creation. Prometheus was satisfied with his handiwork, snapping his fingers, he ordered his elven workers to start glazing and polishing the eagle - Gawayne, his most majestic creation yet. Then he noticed his little fox, staring patiently at him. "You looked troubled Fennel, speak your worries." Prometheus said in a rich melodious voice. Bowing down, the fox half opened what was left of his broken lower jaw.
"Almighty Prometheus, the other Gods have summoned a full council. They await your presence in Ninjen's throne room." The fox spoke in an arid gravely tone devoid of any emotion as if it were breathless
"What do they want now..." Prometheus was obviously irritated at this news. After the last fiasco, he didnt feel like seeing any of them anytime soon.
"Our birds sent reports of a growing threat from the Titan scums, if my lord would excuse me, I assume this will be the subject of our meeting."
Prometheus sighs, there was no choice but to go.
"Tom, Joe, Harry, grab my stuff. Leo, I'm leaving, look after the shop while I'm gone. " Prometheus yells at no one apparent.
Fennel wince as a deep rumbling shook the whole workshop in reply like an earthquake. Three faceless mud golems as big as Prometheus shuffled after their master as he walked through a glass panel.
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Entering the throne room, Prometheus strolls past the other gods and took his place on a stone throne beside Azairu lifting his legs up onto the armrest. Tom held a large platter of ambrosia, trudging around the room as he served the Gods. Joe accompanied Tom with goblets of nectar while Harry gave Prometheus a foot massage.
[pic of his mud golem manservants! Their eyes are glowing red tho!]
