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@Eklispe

Moros watched from the corner and let out a defeated sigh, the closest thing to a smile he could give. Moros faded into view from the shadows, sitting cross legged and looking skeletal in the long light of the candles.

"Do you want to know why your parents died, child?" Moros said, tilting his head and curiously staring at him. "Because of chance. Because life is one side of a coin. You are plenty strong and you'll show it, in time," Moros said vaguely. He couldn't just spill his mortal secrets to anybody. "You want to be stronger, Sorom? Do you want to know things? I can give you answers but I can't offer peace. That is my sister," Moros said, sighing again. "But you pray to me."

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@Pathfinder
Athena cooly stared at him, debating with herself whether or not to let him kneel for her, and eventually she placed her hand under his newly smooth chin and lifted his eyes to meet hers.

"Anistasius, don't kneel. Stand on your new legs," Athena ordered, lifting her fingers to motion to stand. She didn't want to stand around and be worshipped just yet, she had a task for jim. "Please. It's only expected you be upset, but it was a strategic move. Now I believe you are ready," Athena said, stepping toward the deeper reaches of the temples.

"I have watched warriors promise me their honors, and when they fall from the hands of Fate, they curse me. But only you come back, time and time again," Athena said, looking at the carvings of her in battle. "Now, I bestow the honors. Anistasius, you've lived a long life. Would you like another one, in my name?"

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[@Eklipse]

Moros sat on the edge of the darkness, watching Sorom for quite a while. He cried and asked questions like he usually did, and the kind of devotion shown by frequently returning should be treated with an answer. Keeping in the dark corners and edges of the room, Moros began to whisper into the mind of Sorom.

'Because you're not strong enough to save your parents, they died...you can't do anything right...all of this is for nothing...reliquish your beliefs...regect your patron..." Moros toyed with Sorom, waiting to see if he'd fall for these dark, unnatural thoughts. It was true he was the god of impeding doom and destiny, but now was the fulcrum point, the tipping aspect in Soroms life and he had a destiny to live. Moros just wanted to see he Sorom would survive these dark thoughts and prevail in his destiny.

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Artemis graciously sat, looking at the pile of ash at the base of the fire and smirking ruefully but not saying a word. "So you took down this kill all by your lonesome. I think it's a fine kill, too," Artemis leaned in, inspecting the mortal wounds still left on the pig. Wolves still bellowed in the distance, and Artemis looked off in their direction. Artemis took a long look at Corinna, watching her with an intense emerald gaze and grinned. "Must be quite lonely out here in the big woods for a woman yourself. Do you have anybody waiting for you anywhere?" Artemis studied Corinna.

From the edge of the woods a hungry, skinny wolf watched them and snarled in a deep baritone. He was mad with starvation and looked ragged, thin and skeletal. Artemis felt pity for the thing, but knew what had to be done. "I don't want to startle you, but I'm sure you've noticed the omega at the edge of the camp. He's hungry, you could either throw him a bone and save him for one day or you could put him from his misery," Artemis says, laying out the choices. She looks to the wolf, then at Corinna. "I would kill him. He's going to die anyway," Artemis said blatantly.

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@McHaggis

Hecate accepted the mint and smiled graciously, instantly chewing the weed and sighing in relief. "Ah, thank you child," Hecate said, chewing the mint and looking at the collar. "Wouldn't your master be furious to find you out here on your own? You could run away if you ever found a key," Hecate said, stretching back and shedding years from her face until she was more of a matron, still dressed in vagrants clothes however.

"You are not a slave. You are more free than most men, child. Return here tonight when you escape," Hecate demanded, setting the key downon the slab and covering it with dried grass for Melissa to find later. "After that, I will tell you what to do next."

Hecate rose and the filthy clothes shifted into a much nicer set, her face once again liquidly changing between maid, matron, and crone with each shift of sunlight, and she smiled blessedly at Melissa. "Hurry home. Your master is beginning to get suspicious. I will see you at midnight, child." As Hecate walked away, she turned and pointed at her lips. "Thank you for the mint."

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@pathfinder
From the depths of the quiet, darkened temple sat in contemplation a woman, resting against her own spear as she listened to the words of the cursing soldier. He'd spoken to her, time time again and admittedly in all the years she'd not truly answered. It was all a part of the strategy. The sickened soldier began to cry, and a twinge shot through her as if a lance had sliced through her. It was finally time. For any great blacksmith or even a simpleton could tell you whence you asked that a forge is made not from softness and loving it, it is burned in a forge and beaten until black and sharp.

The woman walked toward Anistasius, and she watched him try to stand. From under his weight the spear aged through battle and years had finally snapped. The resounding crack echoed through the temple, followed by weak hacks from the soldier. Athena reached down and gripped at his arm, dragging him to stand and face her propperly.

"Here, use mine," Athena quietly offered, holding out her own impeccable spear. "You have many questions, and I have a few answers, Anistasius." Athena held out her hand in a cupping fashion, her grey eyes boring into Anistasius' s face, not flinching away. He'd never be this way again. "Cough once more, you'll be well."

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HOT DAMN ALL OF YOU SO FAR WRITING THESE FREAKING ESSAYS LIKE JESUS
You guys are awesome. Don't worry, improv is best.

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The ashes at the base of the fire heated, stirred and shifted a few times imperceptibly. From the distance a pack of wolves howled in a mournful tune and the ashes were kicked up by a sudden wind. A portion of them were carried far away from the camp and into the blackness of the surrounding woods. From the ashes in seclusion behind a thicket of bushes, a body began to grow in slow, painful movements. First, a broad hand had come forth, followed by thick sinewy arms and a strong pair of shoulders. Upon the shoulders was a maiden's head, but she could not be called beautiful as in a pretty sense. Her face was chiseled with strength and power and a wild look in her glossy green eyes. Her body comes slowly after, with defined calves poking out from under her chiton and sturdy leather sandals lined with a fur of some sort. After her body comes into place the maiden reaches into the ash and draws out a bow and a quiver, then looks toward the smoke she came from. Artemis strides openly toward the camp, unafraid of returning bowfire.

"Hello there!" Artemis calls out as she nears the camp. "May I join?" calls the woman, inhaling the scent of cooking boar. "You wouldn't begrudge a fellow hunter to sit a while, would you?" Artemis says, not particularly waiting permission, instead standing on the edge of the camp. There was no doubt she was indeed a hunter with burly shoulders from drawing a bow, or intense legs from long days hunting. At her waist is a belt with a knife, and although she made no attempts to hide it, it wasn't really much more than a skinning piece and was neatly tied into place. Artemis groans and stretches, hearing a satisfying crack in her back and staring at the other with wolfish eyes.