Ares grinned at his class as they assembled before him. It wasn't a nice grin. "Now I promised you something special for this last class and I don't want to disappoint ( Read more... )

"So," Ares said, after the class had assembled. "You have fought to defend your town, you have made alliances, and you have made enemies ( Read more... )

"I'm pleasantly surprised," Ares said, as the class met up in the Dangershop. "Not only many of you recognise the danger your hostage presented, but some of you suggested quite intelligent methods of dealing with his offer. Which brings us to our next role-play scenario. Making alliances ( Read more... )

"So," Ares said, after the class had arrived at the main campfire. "Last week, you all decided that the best thing to do after being banished from your village was to raise an army to create a kind of bufferzone to prevent your village being attacked again." Which they hadn't, exactly, but Ares wasn't going to let that stop him ( Read more... )

Ares smiled at his class. It wasn't a particularly comforting smile ( Read more... )

At some point since the last lesson, Ares had gone back to his natural hair colour ( Read more... )

After the class had assembled by the main campfire, Ares, still with blue hair, appeared before them. "Welcome, class, I'm Ares, God of War, and before you ask, yes, I am an actual god, with powers, so don't bother trying to prove I'm not1, because it gets boring after a while, and when I get bored, bad things start happening ( Read more... )