Megaversal Remix

Marrowlight · Last edited by Marrowlight on Sat Aug 01, 2009 3:39 pm; edited 1 time in total

I've decided to spend a brief amount of time in your home shadows. As such, I allow you to set your own initial scene. Once you've done so, I shall step in from there.

Aaron, you're up Ninth. Time, day, month, year, location, and whatever else you feel necessary to tell us about. What're you up to?

Marrowdark · Herald Joined: 19 Jul 2009 Posts: 6

It is a warm, spring day. The cherry blossoms are beautiful this time of year. The priests of the Lord Dionysus are busy preparing for another festival in the northern county of Ithen, which is where young Aaron wanted to be. There would be wine, rich food, glorious sacrifices, and the yearly collection of taxes. Precious metals, rare gems, and rations of rice would all be submitted by the masses to the Voices of the Gods.

It would have been a perfect time for Aaron to strike, and to rob the damned priests of their plunder.

Instead, Aaron sat in a spiked chair, his blood constantly pouring into the bowls that ringed him, while his body attempted to heal the dozens of tiny wounds inflicted upon him.

Not that spikes and leather straps would have been enough to stop him. But the blades piercing his flesh at a half dozen points of entry were certainly keeping him docile.

Instead of plunder in Ithens, Aaron was beneath the sewers of Aido, the south eastern most county of the Island of the Molten Sun, the last great conquest of the Grecian Empire.

It was said that Achilles himself had pulled himself away from the campaigns in the Western Wilds to lead the charge against the Nature Spirits and Holiest of Faithful Gods that once guided the people of the Great Isle.

But that was long ago, generations earlier. Achilles still toiled in the Western Wilds, as did a number of the Grecian Champions. The native Spirits and Gods were dead, replaced by the corrupt Voices, and their eager Zealots.

Aaron had once been a noble, fated to journey all the way to Athens itself, to learn at the feet of Apollo's First Voice. But there was no song in Aaron, no future that could be gleamed. Worse, he distorted and obscured the future of those he stood near. The Voices tried to kill him when this was discovered.

They had tried dozens of times since then.

Aaron was forced from his comfortable life. Nobility and its trappings were gone, and Aaron lived with the refuse and the filth of society. He took what he could to survive, and in doing so found that he could lead trash and criminals as easily as he could lead the noblest of men.

It was an old tale, one of betrayal from within. A distant relative of Aaron had joined his cause, due to the harsh treatment Aaron's entire family received at the hands of the Zealots. But it was all a ruse, and Aaron's plan and position was betrayed by his fourth cousin, Sebastian.

His men died that day. As did their wives, and children. Every last soul that Aaron had grown to trust, that had grown to trust Aaron, was torn limb from limb as Apollo unleashed beasts from Tartarus upon them.

This was fourteen days ago, and ever since Aaron had been a tortured prisoner of the Zealots. They were intent on discerning his secret, on forcing the truth of his powers from his lips.

Even Zeus had grown concerned over the event. He'd sent his own Fist to speak with Aaron. That took three days in itself, and cost Aaron most of his unbroken bones.

Unfortunately, Aaron had no truth to give them, no explanation about his strange powers, or disrupting affect on the future. He was as ignorant as the slime on his feet. And nearly as dead.

Marrowlight · Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:13 pm Post subject:

"There isn't much time left for you boy. I can only steal this blood from their men for so long. Will you at last relent and journey with me?" An attractive woman, her face just beginning to touch her middle years, dressed all in white steps out from the shadows of the cavern that has become Aaron's prison. "They're leaving you alone less and less, and even your body will need some time to heal before it can survive a lengthy journey."

Marrowdark · Herald Joined: 19 Jul 2009 Posts: 6

Aaron would have spit at her, if there was any moisture left in his mouth or throat. How many days had it been since they'd let him drink anything, even his own urine?

"I'd rather die than run to serve your Gods. I've no use for any of your kind!"

For days she'd been tempting him, offering a life of peace and sanctuary, away from the Grecian Gods and their hateful ways. But he knew deception when he saw it. He would not abandon his cause, even if he was all that remained of it.

Marrowlight · Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:41 pm Post subject:

"I have no Gods, personally," A bombastic voice echoes through the cavern. The woman in white vanishes swiftly, her argument with Aaron forgotten for now, perhaps forever. "It comes with being one."

Marrowdark · Herald Joined: 19 Jul 2009 Posts: 6

"Hermes..." Blades and poison and starvation and torture had done little to damper Aaron's spirit. But the arrival of the foul God, whose face was half disfigured courtesy of Aaron's own actions, was enough to send bolts of fear racing through the bound man.

Marrowlight · Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:50 pm Post subject:

The scarred God moves at such speed that none were able to track his closing the gap between him and Aaron until his right fist slammed down hard upon the prisoner's jaw. Two more thunderous blows left Aaron's head ringing. "I didn't permit you to speak to me, dog, and I certainly didn't give you the blessing of being able to say my name aloud." Thrice more he pounds on Aaron, each a blow to the chest, each cracking already broken ribs.

"When Zeus's pet sociopath returned without any new information, I knew I simply had to come by. The rest are convinced you're working for the Titans, and that you're under a black compulsion, unable to reveal anything. The vote is still out, but I know that you'll be put to death. I'm just going to expedite matters. This is one kill I will gladly rob from Ares."

Marrowdark · Herald Joined: 19 Jul 2009 Posts: 6

The blows upon his face provided Aaron with enough fresh blood in mouth to let him spit something at someone, at least. The blood splatters across Hermes' chest armor, the God's face one of half shock that the doomed mortal would dare such a brazen act. "You can't kill me, Hermes. You're just a figment of a collective imagination. My piss has more substance than your entire entourage."

Marrowlight · Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:00 pm Post subject:

"Insignificant ant!" Hermes pulls a golden blade from his scabbard, and with both hands gripped tight, swings down to bisect Aaron's head like a melon.

"Enough!" a loud feminine voice roars, as the woman in white appears inbetween Hermes and Aaron, her thin blade of a pearl like stone blocking Hermes' own golden sword. Sparks of a reddish energy cascade as the two blades grind against one another.

Before the God can recover from the shock of her arrival, the lady in white kicks him hard in the abdomen, sending the speedy god flying into the cavern wall.

With a smooth motion, she pulls Aaron off of the chair, snapping the restraint and pulling him through some of the swords, while others remain inside him. "We go, now!"

For her, there is to be no more debate.