[Enter a Greek youth, newly come from Argos. He stops within sight of the mansion, gazing up at it in awe.]

Is this a temple of Athene? I fear it must be, or else I am ruined. With the Furies at my back, I am come, Athena. Apollo's decree done; ugly justice done. My sister eased, wed to my dearest friend Pylades, and yet my mother's murder haunts ( Read more... )

"Do you think compassion toward people who have wronged you is... wrong?"

She enters with all of the grace of a Queen, and that is fortunate for she is indeed one, or else she had been. Before she died ( Read more... )

Again he's tried an experimental potion that merely wafts into the air of the mansion as everybody is now too savvy to eat or drink anything left lying around ( Read more... )

I hearby proclaim that this community needs more good cheer.

Hence, in honour of my planning of a birthday evening out going off with only minor hitches do tell us of the best day of your life. Or a good day that you've had.

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*Morgan is creating a poison. A poison that will cause great pain in one who drinks it before they die an agonizing death. This poison, though, is very specific. By adding a drop of her blood to it, she has specificed that the poison will kill those of her family (though she was careful to add a spell to make sure that this did not apply to Mordred ( Read more... )

*she enters dramatically, and her appearence is no less dramatic. She is dangerously beautiful, with long dark hair, green eyes and a smile that looks as though she would kill you without a second thought. She wears a low-cut red medieval dress.*

I am the sorceress Morgan le Fay. What manner of place is this?

*enters somewhat imperiously, her head high* Is there sanctuary here for a Queen rejected by her country for doing a just deed?

[Typist: This is Clytemnestra, from Greek mythology, and this is a bit AU, as she's leaving Mycene after the murder of Agamemnon]

She enters with her children in her arms. Two boys, dead, still bleeding. When she realizes that she is in the presence of others, she assumes a helplessness and a weariness that is not entirely feigned.

I seek asylum.

Typist: Medea, from Greek mythology in general and Euripides's Medea in particular. Taken from the end of the play, before she ( Read more... )