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4 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Zeru Troy Williams
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Location: Sword Fighting Arena; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With: Random Camper #5 and Fiamma @Venus
The sound of a very familiar giggle traveled through the air until it reached Zeru's ears causing them to twitch with alertness. He scanned the area looking for the source and there she was. His Flamebird was back. He hoped she would've gotten to camp the day before but she didn't and his bed was lonely without her. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again. The knowledge that she was there reinvigorated his desire to win this and fueled his strength. Camper Number 5 was now in trouble.
Zeru responded to Fiamma's wave with a wink and turned his attention back to his massive opponent. "I'm done feeling you out now. It's time to get a little serious. I do hope you can still entertain me a bit."
Zeru twirled his blade around as both as a taunt and as a dramatic lead up to what he was about to say. "Names are important to me. They hold both meaning and power. It's why not everyone at camp knows my name. Now this sword here is called SkySlicer, for multiple reasons. When I finish explaining why this fight will be achoo-over." A look of annoyance crept onto Zeru's face. When this fight was over he was going to get to the bottom of these poorly timed sneezes. But for now he had to focus. He tightened his grip around the hilt of his sword and rushed towards Camper Number 5. Before he could get the chance to swing his giant sword Zeru beat him to it causing the camper to parry Zeru's blade. But that didn't stop or slow down Zeru. He corrected himself and swung SkySlicer once again causing another clash of blades. A hum could be heard as a dim blue glow surrounded Zeru's blade.
A smirk formed from his lips and faded just as quickly as he sped up his swings and drew his arm further back with each swing. At first glance it would seem like Zeru was sloppily swinging hoping to gain some kind of edge and it would seem that he was gaining that edge. Because with every swing of his blade he pushed Camper Number 5 back and forced him on the defensive. "Reason number one."
Zee jumped backwards finally giving the Camper the space he needed to recollect himself, but he wouldn't have long because as soon as he landed on the ground he swung his sword releasing a crescent wave of wind speeding directly at his opponent. "It can slice with the power of the sky."
Five's eyes widened in shock, but something like this was to be expected of the son of the sky wielding a blade named as such. But he wouldn't have cared if he was the son of Ouranos. None of that meant anything in this fight. He gripped the hilt of his greatsword with both hands before lifting it above his head and slicing the projected air in half. He managed to save himself from any threatening damage, but the split pressure of the wind cut his cheek causing blood to trickle from the wound. He touched the blood with his hand almost in disbelief. He couldn't get hit with that directly.
"Reason number two." Zeru intended to speed things up a bit more now. He made another dash towards Five, but once he was halfway he threw his sword into the air and continued to charge without a care in the world. Was he mad? Suicidal? Both or neither? Five didn't have time to think about it. He just knew that he needed to beat him now before he had the chance to enact any plan of his.
When Zeru was within his range he brought the sword down aiming to slice the unarmed prince, but Zeru dodged it with almost no effort on his part. He anticipated where he would swing and knew just how to react in order not to die. He had to if he was brave and foolish enough to get this close without a weapon.
Five tried to swing again before Zeru could close the gap even further but his blade was met with SkySlicer that was seemingly moving on its own. But in reality it was riding on the wind that was being controlled by Zeru's will. "It can ride the currents of the air. And reason number three."
It was time to end this. SkySlicer dropped from the sky into Zeru's grip. He swung the blade horizontally at Five knowing he'd have to block it and not parry. This time when the giant sword clashed with Zeru's the humming intensified and cut straight through Five's signature weapon and continued until Zeru stopped his swing just short of bisecting his fellow demigod. "It can slice through anything. Even the sky. Anyway, I win." Zeru's seriousness faded and he smiled before double tapping his hilt causing it to transform back into a necklace pendant.
Camper Five sighed and dropped to the floor. Not only had he lost, but his sword was cut in half like it was nothing. Feelings of anger started to surface, but he forced himself to remain calm. It wasn't like he couldn't get an even better one made. The better fighter had won and he was just lucky that his sword was the only casualty. "You wanted to know my name, right? It's Dave."
Zeru raised an eyebrow at the revelation. Dave? Seriously? He did not look like a Dave at all. A Luther or Luke, maybe. "Well, Dave. Unfitting name by the way, but I'm Troy. This was fun. We should do this again sometime, but for now I have to see the sun about a goddess."
Dave had a look of clear confusion on his face, but shrugged it off. He took his broken blade and left the grounds to head to the forges.
Zeru watched him walk away without even saying goodbye. It didn't matter. They talked better with their blades than anything else. He turned in the other direction following Fiamma's path to the Apollo Cabin. He hoped her sisters weren't around. As much as he liked them he wanted some alone time with his little Strawberry. When he reached the steps of the cabin he felt his nerves building up. He fought a giant armed maniac with no issues, but seeing his girlfriend after all this time filled his stomach with butterflies. He overcame the sensation, walked up to the door, and knocked.
Maize finished scuffing down what she could when it became clear that it was time to go. She didn't care much for the conversation before and didn't care much for the Kai's Observe Only order. She started walking towards the shimmering green-ish blue purple and turned her head to look at the Supreme Kai. "No promises. Recon missions don't typically stay recon for long. I'll at least try to punch answers out of them if it comes to it."
Before Lady Chronoa could object Maize walked through the portal causing it to shimmer once more behind her.
Before Lady Chronoa could object Maize walked through the portal causing it to shimmer once more behind her.
I may make a post for Maize but she doesn't have any objections and is mostly focused on the food right now anyway.
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4 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alina Leora Kim
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Location: Iris Cabin; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With: Julie Sanders
The sound of a light snore could be heard emanating from the bed of Alina Kim. First day of the summer, first day of the year. Neither mattered to her so she had no intentions of joining in this morning's early game of knock your fellow idiots off a Tower. If she could she would've slept through the entire day, but someone with a possible death wish decided to interrupt her slumber. Alina could feel her body being nudged and a pestering voice repeating the phrase, "Wake up."
Alina let out an exaggerated groan showing she was displeased with this sudden wake up call. She stretched out her body before bringing it back to a relaxed state. She scratched the top of her satin bonnet and looked in the eyes of her alarm clock. "What is it that you want?"
"You said to wake you up if you overslept." Said the young Julie Sanders. She was a blonde fourteen year old daughter of Hermes who for some odd reason had taken a liking to Alina and treated her like a big sister despite them not having the same godly parent. Alina tolerated her and used her on occasion as a personal assistant. But the kid honestly wasn't half bad. Except during moments like this.
"I said no such thing."
"Yes, you did."
Alina was going to start a back and forth with the girl, but realized it and paused before saying, "Well, I changed my mind. Don't ever wake me up. I don't care if you think I'm dead. Just don't do it. Are they done with the Obstacle Tower?"
Julie nodded showing that she understood as well as answering Alina's question. "Yes, Pierre won."
"Pierre? What'd he do? Put the rest of the competition to sleep?"
"No, everyone else got distracted by the Ares Cabin. But you missed something important. Erin has a quest. She was accused of stealing Aphrodite's Dove and must prove her innocence or else she'll be handed over to Ares."
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"You said important. I kind of expected more."
"More than a quest? You're not worried about Erin?"
"More than the incompetency of the gods and of course not. Erin's a big girl. She can take care of herself. Plus the princess has a whole entourage of people willing to protect and die for her. She'll be fine."
"You don't want to go on the quest? I'd love to go on one... get the chance to be a hero and see the world."
"Put my life on the line for a stupid dove? I don't think so. And no you don't. They're overrated and are just a way for our parents to get us to solve their problems for them."
"Oh..." Julie dropped her head in disappointment. She heard about all the different stories about quests and the heroes of the past and she wanted so much to be like them. She thought Alina was like them.
Alina couldn't stand to see her like that. She didn't want to crush the kid's spirit. This is why she shouldn't be awakened in the morning. or in the afternoon or---well, you get the picture. She lifted her hand to Julie's chin and gave it a light push so she could look at her. "What I mean is if you're going to go on a quest make sure it's one that's worth it. Not a mission of lost and found. Now go. Now that I'm up I'll have to get dressed." Julie smiled and Alina smiled in return before she watched the young camper run out of her room and shut the door behind her.
As soon as the door closed Alina's smile faded. She reached for the brim of her comforter and pulled it over her head before collapsing back onto her pillow.
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My queen is ready. I'll start on her bio after she's approved.
| ______________________________________ |  Alina Kim, Daughter of Iris |
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Zeru Troy Williams
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Location: Sword Fighting Arena; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting With: Random Camper #5
Zeru started his training on regular dummies, but when your weapon of choice was a sword that could slice through things like it was nothing that got boring quick and it became very evident that this camp was in need of better training targets. He'd have to bring that up to the old horse one of these days. But for now he was in need of a new training partner. Random Camper Number 5. He couldn't be assed to remember his name. Which was fine because for all this camper knew his name was Troy. The only thing that mattered is if this kid could put up a good fight. He looked the part at least. He was tall, almost as tall as himself. His arms were bigger than his and stacked with muscle as if his job was to smash things with a giant hammer. He didn't skip leg day either, but everyone knows the hammer swings are really all in your base.
Zeru was disappointed when his opponent didn't bring out a hammer to fight him with. Instead he had a two handed greatsword. With all the context considered he took one final look down at his opponent. "Overcompensating for something?"
That triggered it. Camper Number 5 rushed towards Zeru, every one of his steps crushing the ground in anger. Zeru took that as a yes and was glad that he got this kind of response. He didn't want his opponent being scared to go all out against him. He wanted a passionate brawl or it wouldn't be worth anything. He'd apologize after he beat him. Zeru prepared a defensive stance and focused. Camper 5 had the strength to wield that sword and the reach over his own blade. But due to the size his swings should be slower and he had to use both hands to wield it. Scratch that. Never assume anything about your opponent. You don't even know 5's name. For all Zeru knew the guy could wield it at any time with just one of those massive arms.
The first swing of Camper 5's blade came diagonally down aiming to slice the son of Zeus in two. Zeru had let him get closer than he intended but he wasn't worried. He parried the sword causing his own to hum and clang as they clashed. He pushed up with his strength just enough to lift Camper 5's blade and used the temporary relief to jump back. Camper 5 didn't hesitate to close the distance and swing his blade aiming to horizontally bisect our hero. Zeru's eyes widened in a brief second of shock before he brought the face of Skyslicer in the path of the greatsword. He placed his left hand on the back of it for added protection, but all it did was prevent him from being sliced in two. Instead Camper 5 pushed through with his strength and sent Zeru tumbling backwards.
He came to a stop and spit on the ground. "Maybe I should learn your name after this." Zeru pushed himself up and dusted off his pants. "Now, whe---achoo." What the hell was that? Was he getting sick?
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Location: Cabin Thirteen - Hades Cabin ---> Cabin Eighteen - Thanatos Cabin; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Interacting with Each Other
When Erin ran to her room Dorian knew not to follow her. Not this time. He didnβt need Elias telling him that either. His brother had disappeared soon almost immediately as Erin retreated. He figured he should follow suit and depart as well, but decided to take the scenic room rather than shadow traveling. He turned to look at Greyson and Tyler who seemed to have decided to remain in the cabin and wait for her. He gave them a nod to acknowledge that he was leaving and stepped right back across the threshold and into the protected air of Camp Half-Blood.
He took a deep breath taking in the air along with everything that had happened so far. The summer had barely even started for them and it was already rough. He was worried about and for Erin. He was aware she could handle her own, but she wasnβt at her best right now. So if she couldnβt be strong, the people around her needed to add their strength to support her. He planned to be one of those people, now and forever. And forever wasnβt going to end in seven days.
Dorian finally released his breath and with it all the concerns that he had. Everything was going to be fine. He had no doubt about it. Part of him wished that he had gotten a chance to talk to Spencer before he left. Maybe heβd get the chance before the quest began. It would be best to clear the air. The walk to Cabin Eighteen seemed to take longer than normal as if the weight of the situation slowed down time or his own perception of it.
He felt an odd sensation when he reached the door to his cabin. Something dangerous was on the other side of the door. He reached down to his side and realized that his sword wasnβt there. That was right. For some idiotic reason he had left it last summer. He sighed and decided to face whatever danger head on. He opened the door expecting to see a god, a monster, or even one of Erinβs hellhounds, but instead he found nothing. Not in the main area of the cabin at least, but something or someone was there.
βHello? Anyone there? I donβt have a sword, but I have a skeletal hand and Iβm not afraid to use it.β
By now, Spencer had finished packing most of his stuffβ¦ which really wasnβt a lot. If by some miracle his old belongings were even kept intact, they would still be in his barracks back at Camp Jupiter. All he had for gear was a fresh change of clothes composed of an orange camp half-blood shirt, a pair of jeans, and a fresh pair of nikes he was given when he arrived. Other than sorting affairs back at his old home in Wales, he never really hadnβt left camp just to shop for clothes. A lot of things had changed in the 80 years he was gone so everything in the outside world was still pretty much a new experience for him.
Aside from some clothes, he also had a ziploc bag filled with several cubes of ambrosia and a half-liter bottle of ambrosia. Even if he could technically steal vitality from living things or use his scythe to produce the healing fires of the Phlegethon, using these last resort abilities left a bad taste in his mouth.
βIβm already out of that godsforsaken place. Better start acting like it.β He mused to himself.
Suddenly, he felt someone enter the cabin. He had been with Erin and Corona long enough to detect their presence almost automatically but this one felt foreign yet oddly enough⦠familiar. It was a bit strange to explain it but the presence felt like it was him but not exactly him. Whatever or whoever it was had the stench of death all over it.
There were only two people matching that description. If Erin had already been ruled out, then it could be none other than the sibling that he didnβt know of until he returned to the land of the living several months ago.
Exiting his room, he started towards the main hall of the Thanatos Cabin only to come face to face with himβ¦ Dorian Underwoodβ¦ the other son of Thanatos. The one he didnβt condemn to Tartarus.
βWell well, if it isnβt my dear younger brother.β Spencer asked in a sickly sweet voice as he made his way down to the steps leading to the main hall. This boy was the one he favored. The one he loved. The one he didnβt think of as a mistake. Anger and jealousy burned in Spencerβs eyes as he stared down at Dorianβs own but still he maintained his composure.
β Surprised to see me? Tell me, did you know I even existed before meeting me here today? Did father even tell you about me?β Each word was uttered with ever increasing pressure and anger as even Spencer had failed to restrain his tone. He had thought that what his father and Madeline Fisher committed 80 years ago was the ultimate form of betrayalβ¦ that was until he had met him here today in the flesh.
βWhere are my manners, allow me to introduce myself.βThe older demigod placed his right hand on his chest as he bowed as if introducing himself to nobility. βMy name is Spencer Mortimer Severus McNightβ¦ First son of Thanatos.β
Dorian stopped himself from taking a step back in retreat. He could feel the venomous anger in Spencerβs tone. This conversation may not go as well as he had wished it would. He didnβt blame him for being angry. It was a byproduct of being in Tartarus. Even if you held onto your sanity the lace would forever change you. Especially for as long as he was down there. βNot entirely surprised, no. I did sense danger. I wasnβt too far off.β He tried to lighten the atmosphere while also speaking Spencerβs sarcastic language. βBut no. Before today I thought I was his only son. Our father didnβt tell me. Neither did Chiron, though Iβm not sure if he was aware himself.β He raised an eyebrow at Spencerβs introduction. One name caught his attention in particular. Severus. It wasnβt a common name, at least to his personal knowledge and Harry Potter certainly wasnβt around eighty years ago. βUmm, sorry. But I gotta ask. Are you by any chance related to any Rowling?β
Spencer grinned when his younger brother admitted that he found him dangerous. But that soon changed into a frown when it was revealed that Thanatos never mentioned him once to the young lad. Was he really that adamant in sweeping him under the rug? Would he keep the truth from Dorian just to hide what he did to his firstborn all those years ago.
βIβm not surprised you arenβt aware until now. It seems our father was adamant in keeping his sin a secret even from you. You see, in that naivety of yours, you must think that Thanatos is a great father. That he loves his son and that he would do anything for his precious little boy... β The older sibling casually walked to a nearby armchair as he talked to Dorian. After he took a seat, he motioned the younger son of Thanatos to take a seat on the armchair directly across from him. β...Iβm certain you arenβt aware of this so letβs have an impromptu history lesson. Long ago, before the Big 3 made their pact, they decided that it was too dangerous for Thanatos to have any kids, so they made him swear on the Styx not to produce any heirs with mortals. He actually did a good job at keeping that promise until he met my mum that is.β
Spencer paused for a moment, a bitter expression evident on his face as he tried to recall the precious few memories he had left of his mother. Her youthful, energetic smile, her comforting and encouraging voice, her protective and loving touch. She prayed to the fates that Regina McNight had chosen rebirth rather than to stay in Elysium. He knew just how much his mother loved Thanatos so it would have broken her heart if she found out what Thanatos did to her son.
βAs soon as he got mum pregnant, he left. When I was 12, mum died but she left me a note that led me to a βsafe haven for kids like me.β In all my years there, never once did Dad claim me.β If Dorian had been paying careful attention, he would catch a bit of sadness and longing in Spencerβs tone in that single moment before it was replaced with the same anger he was showing him before.
βOn my 16th birthday, he revealed himself to me for the first and only time since apparently he conspired with my girlfriend to kill me and he sent me to Tartarusjust to be on the safe side. All that just so he could conveniently erase his sin in the process. All this time, Iβve been stuck there until recently. Luckily just as I found a way to escape, Erin Maree Chase condemned someone to Tartarus but ended up helping me get out of that shit hole. And now weβre here. Consider yourself caught up.β
It felt like a weight had been taken off Spencerβs chest as he finished revealing what Thanatos had kept hidden from Dorian for so long. The kid must have loved the bastard if Dorian doesnβt feel the same way Spencer does. But perhaps his revelation had at the very least shaken his younger brotherβs trust on Thanatos. For as much as he didnβt like Dorian, he would never wish upon anybody what he experienced in Tartarusβ¦ except his father.
βAnd donβt blame the old centaur, I wasnβt originally from this camp. No. Before father decided that my existence was a mistake, I was the centurion of the Fifth Cohort in Camp Jupiter. That was 80 years ago.β Spencer explained in a calm yet stern tone.
He was taken aback when Dorian suddenly asked if he was related to any Rowling. He really didnβt recognize the name but at the same time, he really wasnβt that interested in the McNight familyβs business partners and contracts so there really was no way for him to remember any Rowling. He did remember the family line quite well but couldnβt recall anyone that had married into any family called Rowling before.
βCanβt say I am related to anybody by that name. Even if I was, why do you care?β
Dorian sat attentively in the seat across from Spencer and listening to his tale. Tale may have been the wrong word for it as it certainly did happen, but he didnβt recognize this villainous father that his older brother had the mispleasure of barely being acquainted with. But it was wrong to discount his own experience. He had been sent to Tartarus, but he wasnβt so sure it was as black as white as it appeared to Spencer. To him Thanatos was the villain, but the events of today proved it was always another god causing problems with another oneβs kid. He wouldnβt voice any of this. Not now at least. It wouldnβt benefit either of them or help create a relationship between the two. Dorian did feel like he understood his elder brother better than he did a few minutes ago.
βThis may not mean much coming from me, but I am sorry that, that happened to you. No one deserves that kind of fate. Iβm just glad you didnβt turn out to be some kind of villain.β Dorian may not have had Troyβs ability to detect the truth, but he could tell that Spencer was telling the truth. βIf I had known about you I wouldβve forced him to release you or created my own quest to free you. But Erin beat me to that. Iβm glad she did, because with her you found someone thatβll never give up on you or let you suffer alone.β He realized that Spencer had suffered a lot through his life. He lost his mom, practically disowned by his dad likely out of fear, and his own girlfriend helped send him to Tartarus. That one definitely hurt. But still, he was here and ready to put his life on the line for someone he just met. At least his life journey hadnβt completely destroyed his trust in others.
βAnd about Rowling. Thereβs this series about a magical school and this character named Severus Snape is practically you as a middle-aged man. Itβs uncanny.β
Spencer wanted to get angry at the young lad, he wanted to lash out at him, ask him why he didnβt suffer as he didβ¦ ask Dorian why he was the one their father loved while Spencer was the one he discarded like an unwanted piece of trash. But listening to the boy express his sincerest apologies for their fatherβs actions, even professing a quest to rescue him if he did find out about having an older brother sooner melted his harsh expression and changed the way he looked at Dorian. Sure there was still jealousy and resentment there but not as much as he initially had for his younger brother.
βOhhh if I had come across the power they feared I would possess, I probably would have become a villain. The only reason I didnβt immediately go after our father when I was freed was because itβs pointless picking a fight with immortals.β Whatever prophecy the gods may have feared did not happen. Even though he was a son of death, he didnβt get the power to deal Absolute Death, a rumored ability that could kill even immortal beings.
βI figured the best vengeance I could deal to him was living my new life as best as I can... show him that what he did was a mistake that stemmed from fear.β He looked back to what his life had been like ever since he started living at camp. Although he hadnβt exactly been the same person as he was back then, it was inevitable that heβd found people that meant a lot to himβ¦ people he would start to care about more than himself.
βSome piece of advice, no matter what he says, no matter what he does, and no matter how much he shows or claims that he loves you, if you donβt want to end up like me, then donβt trust our father completely. You never know when heβll turn his back against you just as he did to me.β Having said all he wanted to say to Dorian, Spencer went back to his room to finish his preparations. He needed to stay focused and make sure that he has done everything he could to ensure the success of this quest.
In the back of his mind, Spencer made a mental note to chastise Corona later for keeping the meaning of the nickname βSnapeβ from him all this time.
Dorian watched as Spencer returned to his room while absorbing what he said about their father. He didnβt want to believe that he couldnβt trust him, but thinking back to how quickly he sent him away this morning and how he told him heβd be super busy this summer. Was the latter just an excuse he gave to prevent Dorian from seeking him out and asking about Spencer? The thought lingered in his mind before he sighed and went to his own room. He didnβt know what he needed to pack, but he was going to make sure he didnβt forget his sword.
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Dorian Underwood
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Location: Hades Cabin; Camp Half-Blood
Interacting With:Erin Chase(@Vicier), Kyrin Nahng(@Rodiak), Greyson Davies & Tyler Rumancek(@Moro), Spencer McNight(@Zenritch), Elias Schneider(@Metztli)
".. Six figures, tall, stand strong in the East... A land of Pisa, pasta, and much art none the least... While two might find love, one soul shall be taken... The Ladies dove shall be found, but what vengeance will it awaken..? ..."
Dorian listened intently to the prophecy as Erin spoke it. The beginning was simple and wasn't really worth an interpretation. Six people were meant to go on this quest. The second sentence wasn't even a riddle. Erin's quest would lead her to her human ancestral home. He wondered if that had been done on purpose. He was more than certain that whoever was framing Erin did so intentionally and likely did their due diligence on her and her history when choosing her. But if that was the case they would've had to have known that she'd have the most airtight alibi. But then they'd also know that Ares wouldn't care nor would the gods themselves do any actual detective work.
He wasn't quite sure about the next line. Two might find love? While Paris was considered the city of love, Italy was where love and passion truly bloomed. He looked around the room. He didn't see any potential matches among the present group except for maybe Elias and Kyrin. He didn't know much about Elias, but he was pretty sure that he was here more for Kyrin than for Erin. But it was possible that it wasn't about romantic love or other campers might join Erin on her quest.
He paused on the line about a soul being taken. He thought the stakes were already high enough with Erin being served a death warrant coupled with the normal dangers of being a demigod on a quest. But now they had to worry about one of their friends losing their soul.
He focused finally on the last line. The one that intrigued him the most. Dorian didn't think it was a coincidence that the line was placed after "one soul shall be taken". It's possible that the vengeance could be for a god's child losing their soul on a quest that could have been prevented if someone hadn't been an idiot. But such war gods shall not be named. But it could also be vengeance against the true culprit for orchestrating this entire thing. He hoped it would end as happily as that, but they weren't called Greek tragedies for nothing.
When Spencer and Greyson said their respective pieces he decided to speak up after being so silent all this time. It was time for his thoughts to emerge. "From what I could understand from Greyson, I agree. This is Erin's quest, but it's not a normal one. Someone's behind the curtains and pulling the strings to make this happen. It's best to be prepared for anything that comes our way. Starting in Wales may be a good idea, but driving isn't. We already have our regularly scheduled monsters to worry about once we leave the barrier, but we don't know who's framing Erin or what they may be planning to stop us. Driving at the very least leaves you as a target."
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I was just thinking we had a lack of Asian demigods.
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