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DRAGONFOX- Athena (Greek)
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Current grad student with no life (my old RP crew has dispersed across the U.S.) looking for fun, engaging roleplay between work and classes.
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WELCOME TO BAR OLYMPUS
Mount Olympus was once home to the mighty Greek Pantheon whose tales and legacies echo still in present times. In the advent and rise of Abrahamic Faiths, The Ancients waged war to keep maintain their status among men. One by one these once mighty pantheons fell. The Roman (formerly Greek) in 400 AD, the Egyptian in 642 AD the Norse in the 12th century, the Turtilian (American Natives) slowly since the 15th century, and others fell into submission. From the ashes of war, Athena returned to Mt Olympus, now rendered blood-soaked and debris. From the rubble, she dug a subterranean path back to the Great Hall where she and her kin once stood in counsel and converted it into the fabled Bar Olympus where she and other Ancients can relax, catch up, conspire, and resist. Come for other reasons, and you may have a fight on your hands.
The Tunnel- An underground maze baited with traps to snap anyone not in the know. This is meant to weed out Ambrahamic spies.
The Great Hall- Houses the main bar boasting mead, ale, and wine. Live music is played by various acts and the center of the Great Hall is open as a dance floor. Rimming this circular space is tables and chairs, perfect for mingling and chilling out.
War Room- Just past the bar, this room has been converted into quiet, dimly lit seating area where old gods can discuss matters in private.
Temple- Past the bar opposite the War Room, is another private area where visitors can pray and leave offering to fallen.
Others Rooms- TBA
Mount Olympus was once home to the mighty Greek Pantheon whose tales and legacies echo still in present times. In the advent and rise of Abrahamic Faiths, The Ancients waged war to keep maintain their status among men. One by one these once mighty pantheons fell. The Roman (formerly Greek) in 400 AD, the Egyptian in 642 AD the Norse in the 12th century, the Turtilian (American Natives) slowly since the 15th century, and others fell into submission. From the ashes of war, Athena returned to Mt Olympus, now rendered blood-soaked and debris. From the rubble, she dug a subterranean path back to the Great Hall where she and her kin once stood in counsel and converted it into the fabled Bar Olympus where she and other Ancients can relax, catch up, conspire, and resist. Come for other reasons, and you may have a fight on your hands.
The Tunnel- An underground maze baited with traps to snap anyone not in the know. This is meant to weed out Ambrahamic spies.
The Great Hall- Houses the main bar boasting mead, ale, and wine. Live music is played by various acts and the center of the Great Hall is open as a dance floor. Rimming this circular space is tables and chairs, perfect for mingling and chilling out.
War Room- Just past the bar, this room has been converted into quiet, dimly lit seating area where old gods can discuss matters in private.
Temple- Past the bar opposite the War Room, is another private area where visitors can pray and leave offering to fallen.
Others Rooms- TBA
@Alisdragon911
"A shank cooked medium, if you will be so kind. Name's Captain Finn. New around here, actually. A rather eclectic gathering by the look of the patrons."
As he took a long pull of ale, the monkey on his shoulder yawned. "He isn't a real captain. Hardly even a biologist."
"This is Janksy, my every so charming partner in crime. Think little and less of his cynicism. I assure you that I am quite the reputable biologist. I very quite nearly obtained a degree in it at The Academy almost."
"A shank cooked medium, if you will be so kind. Name's Captain Finn. New around here, actually. A rather eclectic gathering by the look of the patrons."
As he took a long pull of ale, the monkey on his shoulder yawned. "He isn't a real captain. Hardly even a biologist."
"This is Janksy, my every so charming partner in crime. Think little and less of his cynicism. I assure you that I am quite the reputable biologist. I very quite nearly obtained a degree in it at The Academy almost."
@Alisdragon911
Finn crossed the threshold and took it all in. Yeast and smoke filled his nostrils, chatter and the clanks of tankards rang his ears. He found his wits and took up a circular table by the bar.
"Classy establishment," Janksy remarked.
"Hush, you. It's not a ship, so may as well be heaven." He looked around and caught the twitching ears of a worker in his peripheral vision. "Ma'am, some ale and a mutton, if it isn't too much."
He smiled genuinely, happy beyond words to be off the salty sea.
Finn crossed the threshold and took it all in. Yeast and smoke filled his nostrils, chatter and the clanks of tankards rang his ears. He found his wits and took up a circular table by the bar.
"Classy establishment," Janksy remarked.
"Hush, you. It's not a ship, so may as well be heaven." He looked around and caught the twitching ears of a worker in his peripheral vision. "Ma'am, some ale and a mutton, if it isn't too much."
He smiled genuinely, happy beyond words to be off the salty sea.
It was a long sail across the seemingly endlessly slapping waves--each one adding an additional itch for his boots to kiss solid ground again. Finn followed the billowing chimney to the nearest public house, one seemingly nameless one without any indicating sign. A private residence perhaps, he wondered? Then he saw two dwarves stumble outside through the facility's front door in a drunken stupor and suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy.
"I swear, if I am not drunk by the hour, my name isn't Captain Finnigan Brewbeard."
"You are not Captain. Or even co-Captain. You are a Captain Bloodbeard's appointed biologist," droned the monkey slumped on the young man's shoulder.
"Bite me, Janksy."
"Sorry, but even I have higher standards."
"Fine, but so help me, if I am not drunk by the hour..."
"You've been perpetually drunk since roughly six o'clock. Yesterday...Morning."
Finn thought on this before giving a decisive nod. More grog. He trotted past the now puking dwarves and through the doors to TNT...The Nameless Tavern.
"I swear, if I am not drunk by the hour, my name isn't Captain Finnigan Brewbeard."
"You are not Captain. Or even co-Captain. You are a Captain Bloodbeard's appointed biologist," droned the monkey slumped on the young man's shoulder.
"Bite me, Janksy."
"Sorry, but even I have higher standards."
"Fine, but so help me, if I am not drunk by the hour..."
"You've been perpetually drunk since roughly six o'clock. Yesterday...Morning."
Finn thought on this before giving a decisive nod. More grog. He trotted past the now puking dwarves and through the doors to TNT...The Nameless Tavern.
You both have just made my day. Pain is less when it is shared (like that hand-holding moment from Guardians of the Galaxy) so I'm glad to be in good company. What degrees are you seeking? I received two BAs (History and English) in 2010 and just started my final semester of gradschool today for an MA in Museum Studies.
I love to roleplay! If I am to be honest, I am kind of here due to deprivation. It's been a long time since I got to RP (Shadowrun, Hollow Earth, D&D, etc.) due to married life, fulltime (teaching) & Parttime (Disney) jobs, and grad school. I look forward to roleplaying with you all!
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