The Grey Dust

The World of Blood Compact

Awake.
Back into the field of light.
Blow back the world of darkness.
And return to us once more.

A laptop quickly discarded, thrown away as the explosion called him back. Running to the debris, Agent Quinn had rushed towards the scene as if a field agent himself. Years behind a desk kept him busy, although his own bashful nature kept him from effectively working the field. Something his superiors always said he hadn't the balls for. Truth be told, he enjoyed his work behind the scenes, despite the regimental training of field officers he subject himself to anyways. Knowing how to handle a field operation did help in assisting those on the ground with layouts and ops as he knew what they would want to hear. That being said, this was the first time he was thrust into such a situation. And his heart was racing.

Scrap Metal, shattered glass, and searing flames. Smoke filled his lungs, wafting though the burning fuel as the lights of local police and sirens began to whirl. Only two local officers were there, accessing the situation, at which a quick flash of his credentials let him in between the two confused law enforcement agents. This was SOLIDER vehicle, transporting a vampire SOLIDER agent, and since he was the closest agent on the ground, Agent Quinn had jurisdiction to check the body. Coughing through the smoke, and bending down to crawl through the shattered window to check on the agent he just saw moments ago before he stepped into the exploding vessel.

"Agent Varomere?" His voice calling out like a hand in the shadows which gripped Mithias' consciousness. Hands undoing the buckle, carefully cradling his neck to check for whiplash damage, before dragging out the vampire lord's body from the overturned sedan. Injuries were apparent, but certainly nothing a vampire could heal from in time, yet Agent Quinn was far more concerned for the survivability of Mithias as to have his assigned field officer die returning from assignment? Well that would certainly be a terrible report to have to write, especially Mithias. Yet blood was everywhere, the blood on his hands as he pulled Mithias through. He could not risk it, and whatever the case, it had to be done. Tearing apart the shirt, and beginning the compressions. They still bled right? Their hearts still needed to work? Even vampires had to breathe right? "Please don't die on me sir... Please..."

And yet in the rush of it all, with adrenaline stronger than thoughts it had happened. An innocent moment where blood was consumed. Agent Quinn was now under the spell, marked to be enthralled by Mithias, slowly every so slowly as the blood ate away at his will. With each pump, he felt himself dying a little, and with each exchange he lived again. The Red-headed desk agent was now Mithias' personal assistant, even beyond the roles they played in Solider. A vassal to the master, one who had dropped everything to run back to him and make sure he was alive, and by doing so sealed his own fate.

Who was it that rigged the sedan to explode? No chance that MI6 would have done so fast, and certainly Solider would have checked the vehicle for safety... The laptop was still there, on the floor where Agent Quinn had set it. And should he desire to find out who set the explosion, all he had to do was look into Mithias' files. Of which were now restricted.

Awaken Mithias.
Your blood mixed into his.
Your new child attempts to bring you back to life.

Ascension of Gods (High Casual) (Still Accepting)

Just waiting for Morgan/Hades to finish up.

Ascension of Gods (High Casual) (Still Accepting)

Real quick, Anyone waiting on any posts? Trying to get things straightened ironed out.

@LadyRunic

Well I need Ossy to reply back and Morgan to show up. Other than that everything is fine.

Ascension of Gods (High Casual) (Still Accepting)

<Snipped quote by The Grey Dust>

The other one left, I believe

@Zahrale

Still, someone's been giving mortal women the business end of his hasta longus...

I wonder if I should make Odin...

Ascension of Gods (High Casual) (Still Accepting)

More sons for Mars? The boy takes after his dad. I mean we all know he's totally got Venus all day any day, but damn...

Ascension of Gods (High Casual) (Still Accepting)

The Scribe

The balance of power must be preserved, though now the Greco-Roman gods had taken the plinth of powers, they would soon be swept away like words written in sand. As they have said themselves, the wheel turns for all, and who better it was than the gods to turn the wheel? Hecuba Regina, was it not?

"The less which is known, the more powerful am I. For what good is a god of knowledge, when all is known? Nothing to ask for, nothing to grant. An empty prayer for an empty god. I speak of the balance between truth and mystery. For I am the keeper of balance, and set the cosmos into such crucial equilibrium that not even you may rule over the living, nor us over the dead. These underworld souls are yours to lord over, but the living often pray not to you unless they are awaiting mercy in death. For me to disrupt the balance, I must ask of you to release the souls I seek, in exchange for the innocent souls I have condemned to die in their place. An undying army, an effigy of death, a mockery of the afterlife, for into the remains of the dead their Ka shall be infused by the magicks of a chosen mortal. Gather all of us, to select our eternal champion. A god among mortals, and a mortal to receive our blessings in life and damnation in death, for they shall be the sacrifice we make to retake Egypt..."

And with this, Thoth had revealed a part of his plan, though it was merely the beginnings of his convoluted path to upstaging the Roman Gods. For if it were as easy as summoning forth the dead, it would have been easy. No, this plan required Thoth to trick fate itself, and he was the god capable of doing so. The game continues after all this time, and the pieces were being set. The mortals shall play it out for the gods, lest the gods were to destroy the world in their wanton destruction. The Olympians were powerful enough to sweep the board united, but spoil one of twelve, and watch them crumble before the plays Thoth had presaged.

Placing his hands together and slowly spreading them apart, Was formed between the Scribe's palms, the staff manifesting itself from seemingly nothing. A scepter which unlocked the potential of those who wielded it, enough to change the status quo, a tool for both balance and imbalance. Thoth's Was was the adjusting factor, for it is to be said that Knowledge was the great equalizer of all things. So presented was the mystic artifact and left in Osiris' charge, as a parting gift before Thoth willed himself elsewhere, leaving the Egyptian Underworld for another place to meet with another god who shall find him waiting again.

Surely she would have seen his arrival coming, or perhaps not for Thoth existed in the realm outside of fate. When the Phantom queen returns to her realm from her scheme with Hades, she would find Thoth waiting in the form of his holy bird. And certainly she would come, for an unprecedented intrusion in her realm would warrant more attention than sending forth mere exarchs to deal with Thoth. What was the crafty bird doing here? What plans had he for her? In his long absence that he return to the board game again? He had dealt with a king, now it was time to move his queen into position.

An Ibis awaits amongst the Ravens and Crows.

The World of Blood Compact

A memories before sunrise.

"Do you seriously believe that Solider is the Noble Organization you sought them to be? They are no different than us, they seek to maintain the illusion of peace by controlling that which they should not. They seek to oppress vampires, for the sake of humans, and have begun hunting us down like dogs." His voice clear, and unwavering. Flashes of the oak tree, before which they sat, in the presence of Merlin. "Already now the dogs which you have trained, now drag you along by their leashes, forcing you to go where you do not wish." A tall goblet being lifted to his lips. "Pray tell me brother that you shall let them go."

Du Lac was left behind, destroyed by Solider though certainly Bedivere had made a lasting impression in their minds. For they would know now who protects the realm from their sniffing hounds. From its ruins, the confused vampires looked to Bedivere as he simply indulged himself in idle conversation with Mithias. As if meeting an old friend, muttering something about having to meet under these terms and destroying more bars just to meet. In strange stares and awkward glances, a peanut gallery which hade rubber necks. This was hardly a place to talk of plans they had for the world. And so they left the shamble of Du Lac, as Bedivere opted to commandeer a vehicle for their travel. Well two vehicles, given that the first vehicle he had smashed the window of had no adequate cup holders for the blood-brandy he intended on drinking. Planning a vehicle in advance was not done simply because it would make it all seem premeditated. Easier it was to enjoy the nightlife and do the things to make two old vampires feel young again.

Yet, they had not quite leveled with each other. For Mithias clung on to humanity, and Bedivere was already to throw them to the blood farms. And so was Merlin called to serve as their arbitrary arboreal arbiter. Although anyone sane enough to realize that Bedivere was talking to a tree, despite how large it was or old it was, would probably call the vampire lord mad. Though perhaps not to his face. Yet it seemed like however the conversation went, they were still at odds, despite their nights together in the British Isles. Thus it came with a close, with Mithias leaving, and Bedivere staying within the sacred halls.

If he had to go, to return back to that accursed faction of upstart humans and vampire slaves, then so let it be.

"Good evening, MI6. Tell James to watch Mithias Varomere. He shall be returning by morning. Keep him alive of course, he is of, special interest to me. I trust he will accept this task, and achieve much more than this by stirring the pot with SOLIDER as he sees fit. He has access to all the funds he requires, per usual, and do give him a nice suit to represent Britannia alongside his papers." The orders were given, and the memory faded away in the darkness of his slumber.

Ascension of Gods (High Casual) (Still Accepting)

@Severe Triage, I await @Zahrale before mine. Also probably for Hades to reply as well. Possibly.

Although the key to winning this war will be first to drive out the Romans from Egypt and restore proper worship of the Egyptian Pantheon. To do this, Thoth is willing to sacrifice a good number of Egyptian mortals to suddenly die by some catastrophe he creates, such that there is an imbalance in the flux of souls into the underworld, which will allow him to exchange the souls of Egypt's ancient warriors as an undead army.

To avoid an all out god-war, all this of course is to be done by a proxy. A mortal patsy who will conduct the necessary rites and rituals to summon forth said catastrophe and raise the dead. Osiris as lord of the Egyptian underworld will have the final say on the souls being release or not, but the promise of even more Souls, Roman souls even would fulfill the void as Thoth will work towards rechanneling the souls of all those who die in Egypt to Osiris, rather than Hades, thus starving Hades of power, to the point where he may need to plan a traitorous plot against Zeus and friends. And for that, he would need to implicate Morgana...

Ascension of Gods (High Casual) (Still Accepting)

@The Grey Dust Oh dear... Go for it.

@LadyRunic

Probably not going to happen, yet. Possibly. I'll keep it as a way to keep things in check. Plus there's nothing more ominous than a solar eclipse right? With a red moon immediately following the night of?

Ascension of Gods (High Casual) (Still Accepting)

@The Grey Dust Go and try, just remember he is from the high pantheon. You're risking war. Heheheheheehee~!

@LadyRunic

Certainly Thoth is clever enough to implicate Apollo's own twin to intercede in the path of Apollo's glory... Because a sibling rivalry is common with the gods of these myths. And a House divided...

"I have not touched the moon, I have merely moved the universe between it and the Sun."
"WTF Thoth?"