Ozymandeus

Of Gods and Men - A Deity RP (CLOSED)

After waking up and pushing aside the prone, sleeping forms of several other people, Dynos DeLavigne walked out to the exterior of the ship and looked around. He'd made it to Greece.

He'd started feeling the call whilst attending the private party of a rather famous musician. He hadn't been invited but that was never really a problem for him, and anyway by the end of the night you'd of thought he'd been a lifelong drinking companion of half the people in the room. Still something had seemed amiss, and nothing, not wine, nor other illicit substances, could shake Dynos's feeling that he wasn't where he should be.

A strange compulsion, a feeling of nostalgia perhaps, had led him to look into going back to his Home. It was an easy matter then, to find that the pleasure yacht of some Russian Oligarch's wayward daughter was about to leave for Greece. After a few nights of partying all the mortals save the boat's captain and the staff, were all in varying states of unconsciousness, and they had arrived at their intended destination. Well that wasn't exactly true, their original destination had been a private island a fair distance from the coast, but after several drinks and rounds of...persuasion. Dynos had gotten the Heiress who owned the boat to have the captain plot a course for Athens.

After pulling on his clothes, and tying what few possessions he had brought into a sack which he hung onto his walking stick, Dynos-No, here he was Dionysus, walked into the land of his birth for the first time hundreds of years.

The streets had changed, the waters had changed, even the the people had changed, but somehow the soul of the city remained the same.

He could see in the distance, the looming figure of the Parthenon, rising atop the Acropolis and started making his way towards it. He wasn't sure what he would find there, but he knew that it was somehow important. After a few hours of navigating the city(and stopping for drinks a few times) Dynos made it into the crowds surrounding the monument.

He was still amazed after all these years at the majesty that his sister's temple commanded. Say what you like about her temper, Athena had always had the best architects.

To his eyes, the forms of his Divine brethren stood out like beacons of flame, and speaking of flame, he noticed that closest to him was a heavily built man with a bit of a limp to his gait, watching the proceedings quietly as he always had. Stepping up quietly behind him, Dionysus wrapped one arm around the man's broad shoulders and said quietly, "I guess some things never change, Eh Brother?

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Yes

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I'd say feel free with the caveat that no one should go twice in a row, so if I get picked for first just shuffle me somewhere else along the line.

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So do we know who's going next yet?

Of Gods and Men - A Deity RP (CLOSED)

Sorry I haven't put my first post up yet guys, I will attempt to do so this evening or tomorrow. I've been super busy with school stuff. Again, sorry.

Of Gods and Men - A Deity RP (CLOSED)

I should have something up in the next day or so.

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A Wild IC post appears!

Sorry for the novel...and the lateness, guys, I got kind of caught up in writing this one. I wanted to mostly wrap up the Saga of Prince Kal and the Turnips.

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Confidant now in his decision, Kal opened up his mouth and responded to the small cluster of soldiers that had formed around him.

"Have we identified their leader?" He asked to the nearest one.

"Yes Sire, we think so." The soldier gestured to one of the bodies lying on the ground.

It was a cruel looking man in his mid thirties, marginally better dressed then the rest of the motley group. He wore a long brown cloak with a turnip roughly painted on the back. Though the most noticeable thing about him now was the arrow sticking out of his throat. He'd been one of the first casualties of the battle, hardly having any time to rally his men before a lucky or exceedingly skilled shot silenced him for good.

Kal was actually pleased with this. It wasn't that he took joy in killing, but even if they had captured the leader alive he'd have been summarily executed. Most likely strung up in a public place, as a gristly warning to other would-be bandits. The man's death here and now saved both time and effort.

There was still the matter of what to do with the rest of them though. More had surrendered than Kal had expected. He'd thought that they would fight to the death, but after seeing their leader downed so quickly and after those that had tried to flee the battle had been cut down by arrows in the back, a few of the more intelligent ones had thrown down their weapons, and the majority of the band had followed suit soon after.
All in all there were probably about 15 kneeling on the ground, with a few others injured.

Kal addressed the prisoners: "Who was the second in command?"

"That would be me."

The voice came from behind. Startled, Kal turned quickly to see the huge man he had fought. Evidently he'd been forgotten in the hole, or thought dead when they were securing the rest of the men. Reindolous acted swiftly and had his blade out and at the man's throat before Kal had scarcely had time to blink. He hardly needed have bothered though. Large as the man was, he wasn't much of a threat now, disarmed and leaning heavily on one leg to put his weight off his injured ankle, He'd evidently removed the arrow already, as it was gone and his arm was roughly bandaged.

"Would you like me to dispatch him Sire?" Reindolous asked.

"No, not yet. I have a few questions to ask him."

Kal looked the bandit in the eyes and asked "Is this all of your men?"

"Nearly. There are a few more at our camp with the woman and children but most are here." Kal was taken aback by the man's honest answer.

"Woman and Children?" He asked.

"Yes, but they had no part in this."

"Are they your captives?"

The man almost cracked a pained grin at the question. "Some might say the opposite actually."

"Speak more clearly, cur." Reindolous interjected. "Lest my blade slip."

"They're our wives. Our children. "We- he gestured at the rest of the captive bandits -Weren't always in such a sorry state. Most of us come from what used to be a logging village not so far from here." "A few years ago a blight struck the trees. Rotted them from the inside out. Trade dried up, and we couldn't afford to buy crops or seed like we always had. We were starving. Then came along Hob and his men.

"Hob?"

The man pointed at the corpse of the Leader and spat. "Him. He was a known criminal in our area, robbed caravans and the like. We never had any truck with him or his ilk before... but seeing your children go hungry will do strange things to a man. He said there was good money to be had and that we we'rent in any position to refuse. Every few weeks he'd come and ask for men to help with his "little jobs". Those that did came back with food for their families. It wasn't long before nearly all of us were doing it."

"I won't ask for forgiveness or leniency for and neither will any of the others, we all knew what we were doing and what would happen if we were caught. But I will ask, please Sire, don't hold our wives or children accountable for our crimes."

The man hung his head and was silent.

"What is your name?"

The Man looked up. "What?"

"Your name. I would know the name of a man before I pass judgement on him."

"Balt, it's Balt Arbor."

"Reindolous, put Balt here with the others, then send a scout out to fetch Tamlyn. I have an idea of what to do with these Turnips."
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The next day Kal had marched his soldiers and the prisoners to Tamlyn's Village. He'd spent most of the previous evening speaking to Tamlyn(Son of George) about what he planned to do with the remaining bandits. At first the village Headman had looked at Kal like he was insane, but as Kal further explained his plan and reasoning, Tamlyn(Son of George) began nodding and eventually agreed.

Now he stood in front of a crowd of villagers with the Bandits before him. They were all tied by the hands and linked together. He addressed both when he began to speak.

"I have come to a decision. Know that I, Prince Kallain Windral, make this ruling in place of my father, the King. It is by this Authority that I hereby sentence all remaining members of the Turnip Bandits to Community Service.

A shocked look fell over the crowd, with the exception of Tamlyn(Son of George) who already knew what the outcome of Kal's ruling would be.

"All former members of the Turnip Bandits shall be forced to labor for the sake of this village, building houses, tilling land, and yes, harvesting Turnips, until such a time as it is deemed they have fulfilled their debt to the Kingdom. If they refuse to work, or attempt to escape, they will be executed. They will dwell in houses built by their own hands, and they, and their families will be fed by their own labors.Additionally they will build a garrison to house soldiers that that will be posted here to protect from future bandit incursions."

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So sorry to keep you waiting guys. I'll have it up by around 7-8 tonight, Central time. I've been super busy these last couple of days with life but I don't have anything stopping me from getting it done tonight.

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Well, I'm next and I'll have mine up by tomorrow. After that we will though.