One as ancient as he should have known better than to take any skill for granted. There were always twists and turns that never could be smoothed, except by a master's hand. And a master's hand hardly ever faltered (even with the most difficult of tasks), so their craft seemed seamless and easy ( Read more... )

The Speaker was gone. One minute she had been there, thin and frail in the whirling vortex, and the next, she just... wasn't ( Read more... )

Isis and Re disappeared from the beach, and went to Seth's home... or as close as it they could come without battling the wards put up. She frowned at them, but wasn't too surprised... Seth had a habit of warding everything, and she had no doubt There were enough people trying to stick their nose into things. With Re's power, she'd probably beable ( Read more... )

It wasn't like she didn't know what was going on. More like she didn't particularly CARE to know, really ( Read more... )

Everything seemed so very crowded. Olympus, which she'd come to years ago because it was quiet now teemed with deities of all sorts of creeds. Her river, so long ago quiet now bustled with activity with bigger and louder boats every decade. Her temple - her temple, once a serene bastion of tranquility was now full of attendants of her own as well ( Read more... )

Flidais was lounging on the sand beside her husband enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the beautiful sunset over their tropical island. Right now everything seemed to be perfect in Flidais' world, things from her perspective couldn't get better. Adammair was back and seemingly a changed man god, who for once seemed to ( Read more... )

A note fluttered through the air, one end aglow with flame ( Read more... )

Their trip to the forge was uneventful, their conversations stayed focused around Death and Doom, so Flidais just listened to the brothers talk, finding their 'shop' conversations much more interesting than anything that she had to say at the moment ( Read more... )

Lachesis stood with her arms folded, looking out from the front of the Temple of Fate down to the rest of the Pantheon, which was down a long, narrow, and winding path. Atropos was sitting on a rocking chair on the porch, smoking a pipe - a deviation from her usual unfiltered Pall Malls ( Read more... )

Aphrodite spent a significant amount of time in the Temple of War, surrounded by the chaotic vibe that thread so easily there, and managed to never let it affect her. It wasn't that she never got swept into Ares' antics, merely that she never had an excuse for it - No matter, really... She held herself above excuses. Still, sometimes she grew so ( Read more... )