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Maleos had finished his prayers, and was vaguely aware of someone looking at him. He looked around to spot a young girl looking at him, though he wasn’t sure why. He shrugged it off and stood, moving to get into the crowd that was waiting for their share of the roasted boar that was finished now. The smell was enough to make his mouth water, and though he wasn’t sure how the rest of the day was going to go, he was at least looking forward to partaking in the food.
He caught the vague hints of conversation between two people, though among the crowd, most of their words were lost to him. He held no interest in making new friends anyways, he was here as a loyal follower of Ares, and a man of the military. He stepped forward as it was his turn, accepting the clay plate that held some of the roasted boar, he said his thanks and gave a small bow of respect to the priests before he stepped off to the side to allow for others to get their share of the food. He moved to one of the empty walls, leaning against it, the young soldier allowed his eyes to once more scan the crowd as he began to eat.
Once more his gaze landed on the young woman who had been watching him pray. What was she doing here? She didn’t exactly seem the type to worship Ares, he didn’t know many young woman who did. Perhaps she had simply been caught up in the energy of the celebration, or like many she had been drawn by the smell of the boar as it cooked. She wondered if the priests would give her any trouble, surely they could see as he could that she likely wasn’t a follower of Ares. The majority of people there were men of the military, not young women.
His eyes remained on her, vaguely unaware that he was staring at her for an extended period of time as he was lost in his own thoughts, wondering why she was there and what it was that had drawn her to the temple. Perhaps he was wrong and they did worship the same God?
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Maleos had finished his prayers, and was vaguely aware of someone looking at him. He looked around to spot a young girl looking at him, though he wasn’t sure why. He shrugged it off and stood, moving to get into the crowd that was waiting for their share of the roasted boar that was finished now. The smell was enough to make his mouth water, and though he wasn’t sure how the rest of the day was going to go, he was at least looking forward to partaking in the food.
He caught the vague hints of conversation between two people, though among the crowd, most of their words were lost to him. He held no interest in making new friends anyways, he was here as a loyal follower of Ares, and a man of the military. He stepped forward as it was his turn, accepting the clay plate that held some of the roasted boar, he said his thanks and gave a small bow of respect to the priests before he stepped off to the side to allow for others to get their share of the food. He moved to one of the empty walls, leaning against it, the young soldier allowed his eyes to once more scan the crowd as he began to eat.
Once more his gaze landed on the young woman who had been watching him pray. What was she doing here? She didn’t exactly seem the type to worship Ares, he didn’t know many young woman who did. Perhaps she had simply been caught up in the energy of the celebration, or like many she had been drawn by the smell of the boar as it cooked. She wondered if the priests would give her any trouble, surely they could see as he could that she likely wasn’t a follower of Ares. The majority of people there were men of the military, not young women.
His eyes remained on her, vaguely unaware that he was staring at her for an extended period of time as he was lost in his own thoughts, wondering why she was there and what it was that had drawn her to the temple. Perhaps he was wrong and they did worship the same God?
Maleos had finished his prayers, and was vaguely aware of someone looking at him. He looked around to spot a young girl looking at him, though he wasn’t sure why. He shrugged it off and stood, moving to get into the crowd that was waiting for their share of the roasted boar that was finished now. The smell was enough to make his mouth water, and though he wasn’t sure how the rest of the day was going to go, he was at least looking forward to partaking in the food.
He caught the vague hints of conversation between two people, though among the crowd, most of their words were lost to him. He held no interest in making new friends anyways, he was here as a loyal follower of Ares, and a man of the military. He stepped forward as it was his turn, accepting the clay plate that held some of the roasted boar, he said his thanks and gave a small bow of respect to the priests before he stepped off to the side to allow for others to get their share of the food. He moved to one of the empty walls, leaning against it, the young soldier allowed his eyes to once more scan the crowd as he began to eat.
Once more his gaze landed on the young woman who had been watching him pray. What was she doing here? She didn’t exactly seem the type to worship Ares, he didn’t know many young woman who did. Perhaps she had simply been caught up in the energy of the celebration, or like many she had been drawn by the smell of the boar as it cooked. She wondered if the priests would give her any trouble, surely they could see as he could that she likely wasn’t a follower of Ares. The majority of people there were men of the military, not young women.
His eyes remained on her, vaguely unaware that he was staring at her for an extended period of time as he was lost in his own thoughts, wondering why she was there and what it was that had drawn her to the temple. Perhaps he was wrong and they did worship the same God?
To have celebrations to pray and give thanks to a God was nothing out of the ordinary in Greece, more so to Hephaestus and Ares within Midas. Both Gods were the ones most widely prayed to amongst the hardened people of Colchis, but to have them done at the same time only spelled trouble. Magnus had heard of the plans by both the priests of Hephaestus and Ares for a few weeks now, but try as he could, he could not find the proper proof needed to stop one or the other from having them at the exact same time. It only spelled trouble on the day of it happening, but not for beforehand.
So instead, Magnus eventually decided he would be present at the celebrations itself after sending in a report to the royal house to inform them of what would be taking place that eveing once the sun set, and then started preparing himself to attend. The manner of the way in which the procession would take place almost ensured the fact that much imbibing of wine and spirits would happen, and when overconsumption of such liquids happened, it only meant tongues would wag, and that was exactly what Magnus wanted to take advantage of.
Dressed in a black chiton, a red sash around his waist and his hair longer then usual, Magnus melded with the crowds of the people of Midas as they cheered and headed to the feast of Hephaestus, whilst some quieter ones seem to sneak off towards the temple of Ares. Other's still looked bewildered, as if they could not decide which God's events to attend, without seemingly appearing to betray the other.
Torches blazed, people laughed, children screamed and ran, and the city was just in a general jovial mood as everyone celebrated their patron gods.
Magnus however, had not chosen either Ares or Hephaestus as his patron god. Instead, Magnus is an anomaly within his own kingdom in that he worships the goddess Athena, her wisdom and smarts in handling wars equally as useful to him in his line of duties. So really, Magnus didn't need to attend either of the celebrations, but he was there anyway - he had ulterior motives.
Taking advantage of people's generally more loosened mood, Magnus listened in on conversations, eager to pick up anything that had to do with a recent illegal slave ring that he wanted to tidy up. They took place on the shores of Nethisa, but had found their way to the larger slave trade markets of Midas. Someone had been selling slaves who were sick or already wasting away due to disease, and the sort of underhanded tactics and methods used was exactly what Magnus wanted to abolish. As the night dragged on, the man's dark orbs picked out the people he thought would be of use to him as he listened keenly to as many conversations at once.
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To have celebrations to pray and give thanks to a God was nothing out of the ordinary in Greece, more so to Hephaestus and Ares within Midas. Both Gods were the ones most widely prayed to amongst the hardened people of Colchis, but to have them done at the same time only spelled trouble. Magnus had heard of the plans by both the priests of Hephaestus and Ares for a few weeks now, but try as he could, he could not find the proper proof needed to stop one or the other from having them at the exact same time. It only spelled trouble on the day of it happening, but not for beforehand.
So instead, Magnus eventually decided he would be present at the celebrations itself after sending in a report to the royal house to inform them of what would be taking place that eveing once the sun set, and then started preparing himself to attend. The manner of the way in which the procession would take place almost ensured the fact that much imbibing of wine and spirits would happen, and when overconsumption of such liquids happened, it only meant tongues would wag, and that was exactly what Magnus wanted to take advantage of.
Dressed in a black chiton, a red sash around his waist and his hair longer then usual, Magnus melded with the crowds of the people of Midas as they cheered and headed to the feast of Hephaestus, whilst some quieter ones seem to sneak off towards the temple of Ares. Other's still looked bewildered, as if they could not decide which God's events to attend, without seemingly appearing to betray the other.
Torches blazed, people laughed, children screamed and ran, and the city was just in a general jovial mood as everyone celebrated their patron gods.
Magnus however, had not chosen either Ares or Hephaestus as his patron god. Instead, Magnus is an anomaly within his own kingdom in that he worships the goddess Athena, her wisdom and smarts in handling wars equally as useful to him in his line of duties. So really, Magnus didn't need to attend either of the celebrations, but he was there anyway - he had ulterior motives.
Taking advantage of people's generally more loosened mood, Magnus listened in on conversations, eager to pick up anything that had to do with a recent illegal slave ring that he wanted to tidy up. They took place on the shores of Nethisa, but had found their way to the larger slave trade markets of Midas. Someone had been selling slaves who were sick or already wasting away due to disease, and the sort of underhanded tactics and methods used was exactly what Magnus wanted to abolish. As the night dragged on, the man's dark orbs picked out the people he thought would be of use to him as he listened keenly to as many conversations at once.
To have celebrations to pray and give thanks to a God was nothing out of the ordinary in Greece, more so to Hephaestus and Ares within Midas. Both Gods were the ones most widely prayed to amongst the hardened people of Colchis, but to have them done at the same time only spelled trouble. Magnus had heard of the plans by both the priests of Hephaestus and Ares for a few weeks now, but try as he could, he could not find the proper proof needed to stop one or the other from having them at the exact same time. It only spelled trouble on the day of it happening, but not for beforehand.
So instead, Magnus eventually decided he would be present at the celebrations itself after sending in a report to the royal house to inform them of what would be taking place that eveing once the sun set, and then started preparing himself to attend. The manner of the way in which the procession would take place almost ensured the fact that much imbibing of wine and spirits would happen, and when overconsumption of such liquids happened, it only meant tongues would wag, and that was exactly what Magnus wanted to take advantage of.
Dressed in a black chiton, a red sash around his waist and his hair longer then usual, Magnus melded with the crowds of the people of Midas as they cheered and headed to the feast of Hephaestus, whilst some quieter ones seem to sneak off towards the temple of Ares. Other's still looked bewildered, as if they could not decide which God's events to attend, without seemingly appearing to betray the other.
Torches blazed, people laughed, children screamed and ran, and the city was just in a general jovial mood as everyone celebrated their patron gods.
Magnus however, had not chosen either Ares or Hephaestus as his patron god. Instead, Magnus is an anomaly within his own kingdom in that he worships the goddess Athena, her wisdom and smarts in handling wars equally as useful to him in his line of duties. So really, Magnus didn't need to attend either of the celebrations, but he was there anyway - he had ulterior motives.
Taking advantage of people's generally more loosened mood, Magnus listened in on conversations, eager to pick up anything that had to do with a recent illegal slave ring that he wanted to tidy up. They took place on the shores of Nethisa, but had found their way to the larger slave trade markets of Midas. Someone had been selling slaves who were sick or already wasting away due to disease, and the sort of underhanded tactics and methods used was exactly what Magnus wanted to abolish. As the night dragged on, the man's dark orbs picked out the people he thought would be of use to him as he listened keenly to as many conversations at once.
Thrasius didn’t attend either of the Gods that he heard were being celebrated that day, but with Lais off doing some work that day without him, he needed something to entertain himself with until she was done. He had informed her that he would be at the temple of Ares, checking everything out there. The word that there would be free food may have been part of his decision to go to that temple. Lais would either find him there if she finished early, or she would meet him back at their camp later that evening.
He made his way through the crowds, slow going with his leg and with how many people were out on the streets here celebrating. He had a huge smile on his face, enjoying people having a good time and celebrating their patron God. Though he did not worship the same, he knew the power of the Gods and how much happiness faith could bring.
He finally made it to the temple and lined up for food with the rest of them, content to wait his turn. He was nothing if not a patient man. He could hear someone in the line behind him who didn’t seem so patient, and it seemed that they were quite a distance away from the front as it was. So as Thras made it to the front, he asked for two servings, stating one was for his wife. They handed him two clay plates with the roast boar on them and he thanked them gratefully before he turned and moved out of the way so more people could get theirs.
He approached the man who had been rather rudely complaining, and the woman he was with, a smile on his face.
“It sounds like you’re hungrier at the moment than I am. Here.” He offered the plates to the two of them, a gesture of kindness he would do for anyone if he could. It meant that he would not be able to get his own food, as he doubted the priests would let him have a third plate, but it wasn’t the end of the world. If he really wanted roast boar, he would go out and hunt his own and cook it. The meat would feed he and Lais for days to come. Instead he would perhaps help these two have a bit of a better day by offering up the food to them. Thras was happy being able to do even little things for other people. He’d been told he was too nice, but he didn’t believe there was such a thing as too nice.
When he was relieved of the plates, he looked between the two of them, a smile still on his face.
“I’m Thrasius.” He introduced himself with a small bow. He wasn’t sure how friendly the two of them were, but perhaps he was about to make two friends. If not, no harm no foul, he would go off on his own way and socialize else where in the celebrations.
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Thrasius didn’t attend either of the Gods that he heard were being celebrated that day, but with Lais off doing some work that day without him, he needed something to entertain himself with until she was done. He had informed her that he would be at the temple of Ares, checking everything out there. The word that there would be free food may have been part of his decision to go to that temple. Lais would either find him there if she finished early, or she would meet him back at their camp later that evening.
He made his way through the crowds, slow going with his leg and with how many people were out on the streets here celebrating. He had a huge smile on his face, enjoying people having a good time and celebrating their patron God. Though he did not worship the same, he knew the power of the Gods and how much happiness faith could bring.
He finally made it to the temple and lined up for food with the rest of them, content to wait his turn. He was nothing if not a patient man. He could hear someone in the line behind him who didn’t seem so patient, and it seemed that they were quite a distance away from the front as it was. So as Thras made it to the front, he asked for two servings, stating one was for his wife. They handed him two clay plates with the roast boar on them and he thanked them gratefully before he turned and moved out of the way so more people could get theirs.
He approached the man who had been rather rudely complaining, and the woman he was with, a smile on his face.
“It sounds like you’re hungrier at the moment than I am. Here.” He offered the plates to the two of them, a gesture of kindness he would do for anyone if he could. It meant that he would not be able to get his own food, as he doubted the priests would let him have a third plate, but it wasn’t the end of the world. If he really wanted roast boar, he would go out and hunt his own and cook it. The meat would feed he and Lais for days to come. Instead he would perhaps help these two have a bit of a better day by offering up the food to them. Thras was happy being able to do even little things for other people. He’d been told he was too nice, but he didn’t believe there was such a thing as too nice.
When he was relieved of the plates, he looked between the two of them, a smile still on his face.
“I’m Thrasius.” He introduced himself with a small bow. He wasn’t sure how friendly the two of them were, but perhaps he was about to make two friends. If not, no harm no foul, he would go off on his own way and socialize else where in the celebrations.
Thrasius didn’t attend either of the Gods that he heard were being celebrated that day, but with Lais off doing some work that day without him, he needed something to entertain himself with until she was done. He had informed her that he would be at the temple of Ares, checking everything out there. The word that there would be free food may have been part of his decision to go to that temple. Lais would either find him there if she finished early, or she would meet him back at their camp later that evening.
He made his way through the crowds, slow going with his leg and with how many people were out on the streets here celebrating. He had a huge smile on his face, enjoying people having a good time and celebrating their patron God. Though he did not worship the same, he knew the power of the Gods and how much happiness faith could bring.
He finally made it to the temple and lined up for food with the rest of them, content to wait his turn. He was nothing if not a patient man. He could hear someone in the line behind him who didn’t seem so patient, and it seemed that they were quite a distance away from the front as it was. So as Thras made it to the front, he asked for two servings, stating one was for his wife. They handed him two clay plates with the roast boar on them and he thanked them gratefully before he turned and moved out of the way so more people could get theirs.
He approached the man who had been rather rudely complaining, and the woman he was with, a smile on his face.
“It sounds like you’re hungrier at the moment than I am. Here.” He offered the plates to the two of them, a gesture of kindness he would do for anyone if he could. It meant that he would not be able to get his own food, as he doubted the priests would let him have a third plate, but it wasn’t the end of the world. If he really wanted roast boar, he would go out and hunt his own and cook it. The meat would feed he and Lais for days to come. Instead he would perhaps help these two have a bit of a better day by offering up the food to them. Thras was happy being able to do even little things for other people. He’d been told he was too nice, but he didn’t believe there was such a thing as too nice.
When he was relieved of the plates, he looked between the two of them, a smile still on his face.
“I’m Thrasius.” He introduced himself with a small bow. He wasn’t sure how friendly the two of them were, but perhaps he was about to make two friends. If not, no harm no foul, he would go off on his own way and socialize else where in the celebrations.
It wasn't unnatural for brawls and fights to break out. Afterall, tensions ran high for the priests of Hephaestus and Ares, and even more so by the commonfolk who was now filled with pented up irritation at being forced to choose to show their loyalty to either God. Many in Colchis prayed to both devoutly, for each God had their own domain in which they handled, and the decision of the priests of Ares to hold the feast on the day was a foolish idea. It invited trouble, and it was trouble the priests need not handle. Instead, it only caused further trouble to the city guard.
To add on to the mess of people already gathering at the Agora were the ones impoverish by fate or by their own doing - a feast meant they could scrounge for food and perhaps go to sleep with a full belly for the first night in many days, and Nike doubted they would let this chance go by.
A person who was more of a watcher then a doer by nature, the Commander remained in her corner to observe. Her eyes caught a few of the people she may know, some from her military campaigns, and other's just from being around in Midas during her off days. She caught sight of a familiar face briefly, someone she recognized who Nike knew came from one of the units within their kingdom. Eubocris? Ah yes, if the woman remembered correctly, the dark-haired male's name was Maleos, a liutenant within the Eubocris unit and someone Nike had briefly crossed paths with, if not friends yet. He was someone she could respect as a fellow comrade.
The woman had intended to walk over and exchange a few words, at least see if she would have someone to count on as the festival proceeded, Nike's actions were halted when a commotion started at the end of the road.
She stood at the crossroads of the two festivities would be taking place. Should she turn right, the temple of Ares where his followers now lined to take their share of the food presented to the God stood, illuminated by the torches the priests had lit for the festivities. If she took a left however, Nike would be led straight to the torches of the priests and followers of Hephaestus gathered around a large fire in honor of the God of fire himself, and to pay homage to the metalwork and stone. The followers of both Gods were so devout in their prayers, that it was Nike who perked up when she heardin a distance, the braying of what Nike distinctly recognized as donkey's could be heard.
It started off soft, like a whisper in the wind, but when it was soon accompanies by the sound of hooves on a dirt road, the Commander pushed off the tree she was leaning on, eyes widening when she saw a knot of at least half a dozen donkeys running dead on towards the fires of the Hephaestus priests, ready to knock it over and likely set the whole of Midas on fire if they were not careful.
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It wasn't unnatural for brawls and fights to break out. Afterall, tensions ran high for the priests of Hephaestus and Ares, and even more so by the commonfolk who was now filled with pented up irritation at being forced to choose to show their loyalty to either God. Many in Colchis prayed to both devoutly, for each God had their own domain in which they handled, and the decision of the priests of Ares to hold the feast on the day was a foolish idea. It invited trouble, and it was trouble the priests need not handle. Instead, it only caused further trouble to the city guard.
To add on to the mess of people already gathering at the Agora were the ones impoverish by fate or by their own doing - a feast meant they could scrounge for food and perhaps go to sleep with a full belly for the first night in many days, and Nike doubted they would let this chance go by.
A person who was more of a watcher then a doer by nature, the Commander remained in her corner to observe. Her eyes caught a few of the people she may know, some from her military campaigns, and other's just from being around in Midas during her off days. She caught sight of a familiar face briefly, someone she recognized who Nike knew came from one of the units within their kingdom. Eubocris? Ah yes, if the woman remembered correctly, the dark-haired male's name was Maleos, a liutenant within the Eubocris unit and someone Nike had briefly crossed paths with, if not friends yet. He was someone she could respect as a fellow comrade.
The woman had intended to walk over and exchange a few words, at least see if she would have someone to count on as the festival proceeded, Nike's actions were halted when a commotion started at the end of the road.
She stood at the crossroads of the two festivities would be taking place. Should she turn right, the temple of Ares where his followers now lined to take their share of the food presented to the God stood, illuminated by the torches the priests had lit for the festivities. If she took a left however, Nike would be led straight to the torches of the priests and followers of Hephaestus gathered around a large fire in honor of the God of fire himself, and to pay homage to the metalwork and stone. The followers of both Gods were so devout in their prayers, that it was Nike who perked up when she heardin a distance, the braying of what Nike distinctly recognized as donkey's could be heard.
It started off soft, like a whisper in the wind, but when it was soon accompanies by the sound of hooves on a dirt road, the Commander pushed off the tree she was leaning on, eyes widening when she saw a knot of at least half a dozen donkeys running dead on towards the fires of the Hephaestus priests, ready to knock it over and likely set the whole of Midas on fire if they were not careful.
It wasn't unnatural for brawls and fights to break out. Afterall, tensions ran high for the priests of Hephaestus and Ares, and even more so by the commonfolk who was now filled with pented up irritation at being forced to choose to show their loyalty to either God. Many in Colchis prayed to both devoutly, for each God had their own domain in which they handled, and the decision of the priests of Ares to hold the feast on the day was a foolish idea. It invited trouble, and it was trouble the priests need not handle. Instead, it only caused further trouble to the city guard.
To add on to the mess of people already gathering at the Agora were the ones impoverish by fate or by their own doing - a feast meant they could scrounge for food and perhaps go to sleep with a full belly for the first night in many days, and Nike doubted they would let this chance go by.
A person who was more of a watcher then a doer by nature, the Commander remained in her corner to observe. Her eyes caught a few of the people she may know, some from her military campaigns, and other's just from being around in Midas during her off days. She caught sight of a familiar face briefly, someone she recognized who Nike knew came from one of the units within their kingdom. Eubocris? Ah yes, if the woman remembered correctly, the dark-haired male's name was Maleos, a liutenant within the Eubocris unit and someone Nike had briefly crossed paths with, if not friends yet. He was someone she could respect as a fellow comrade.
The woman had intended to walk over and exchange a few words, at least see if she would have someone to count on as the festival proceeded, Nike's actions were halted when a commotion started at the end of the road.
She stood at the crossroads of the two festivities would be taking place. Should she turn right, the temple of Ares where his followers now lined to take their share of the food presented to the God stood, illuminated by the torches the priests had lit for the festivities. If she took a left however, Nike would be led straight to the torches of the priests and followers of Hephaestus gathered around a large fire in honor of the God of fire himself, and to pay homage to the metalwork and stone. The followers of both Gods were so devout in their prayers, that it was Nike who perked up when she heardin a distance, the braying of what Nike distinctly recognized as donkey's could be heard.
It started off soft, like a whisper in the wind, but when it was soon accompanies by the sound of hooves on a dirt road, the Commander pushed off the tree she was leaning on, eyes widening when she saw a knot of at least half a dozen donkeys running dead on towards the fires of the Hephaestus priests, ready to knock it over and likely set the whole of Midas on fire if they were not careful.
Skylla had thought to maybe trip Lukos when he got up on his tiptoes, her own mood playful to combat his shitty one. Then again, he was always in a shitty mood. Unless he was fucking. Even then, there were only so many good moods Lukos could be in. None of them were truly good and Skylla was both used to it and she favored it. She decided not to trip him, instead shaking her head and smiling to herself as he continued to complain about how long the line was for the food.
"You could at least pretend that you're a faithful follower," Skylla teased her captain, tilting her chin at him and letting her dark eyes glitter playfully in the firelight that illuminated the temple. "Ares could smite you for eating his food and not being grateful," she said casually, her free hand brushing against his lower back as she joined him up on her own tiptoes to look at what he was.
She almost snorted when a priest gave him a rude gesture, having to swallow her giggle so that people didn't look at them weirder than they already were. She had to purse both of her lips, trying to keep the smile of amusement off her features. Lukos' return question only earned a nonchalant shrug, "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," she said lightly, "I don't generally discuss my beliefs," she noted and then glanced ahead and down the line a bit.
There was a man coming, holding two plates and she really didn't pay him any mind until he stood before them, actually offering she and Lukos the plates of food. This was weird. This man clearly was not Colchian because a normal Colchian would not be so kind and hand off his hard won food to another unless it benefited himself. Lifting a single dark eyebrow, Skylla's mind seemed to turn a multitude of ideas around before she finally settled on putting a sacrine smile.
"Absolutely famished," she said with a delicate purr, reaching for one of the plates, and taking it from Thrasius. She handed it off to Lukos and then took the second one, pulling the two of them out of the line in the process. She didn't know if Lukos would linger and make smalltalk unless he thought he could get something more out of the man. But Skylla was content to be somewhat polite. She did, after all, have a reputation to uphold here.
Lysander would flog her if she stained either of their names and lost them work. Lifting her brows at his bow and his greeting, Skylla pressed her long tresses over her shoulder and out of her way. "My name is Skylla and this is Captain Lukos," she said lightly, motioning back to her irritable companion and then giving Lukos a sultry smile, "Never learned to cook, this one," she lied, enjoying the game she was making for herself. People were stepping stones, and this man was just another one.
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Skylla had thought to maybe trip Lukos when he got up on his tiptoes, her own mood playful to combat his shitty one. Then again, he was always in a shitty mood. Unless he was fucking. Even then, there were only so many good moods Lukos could be in. None of them were truly good and Skylla was both used to it and she favored it. She decided not to trip him, instead shaking her head and smiling to herself as he continued to complain about how long the line was for the food.
"You could at least pretend that you're a faithful follower," Skylla teased her captain, tilting her chin at him and letting her dark eyes glitter playfully in the firelight that illuminated the temple. "Ares could smite you for eating his food and not being grateful," she said casually, her free hand brushing against his lower back as she joined him up on her own tiptoes to look at what he was.
She almost snorted when a priest gave him a rude gesture, having to swallow her giggle so that people didn't look at them weirder than they already were. She had to purse both of her lips, trying to keep the smile of amusement off her features. Lukos' return question only earned a nonchalant shrug, "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," she said lightly, "I don't generally discuss my beliefs," she noted and then glanced ahead and down the line a bit.
There was a man coming, holding two plates and she really didn't pay him any mind until he stood before them, actually offering she and Lukos the plates of food. This was weird. This man clearly was not Colchian because a normal Colchian would not be so kind and hand off his hard won food to another unless it benefited himself. Lifting a single dark eyebrow, Skylla's mind seemed to turn a multitude of ideas around before she finally settled on putting a sacrine smile.
"Absolutely famished," she said with a delicate purr, reaching for one of the plates, and taking it from Thrasius. She handed it off to Lukos and then took the second one, pulling the two of them out of the line in the process. She didn't know if Lukos would linger and make smalltalk unless he thought he could get something more out of the man. But Skylla was content to be somewhat polite. She did, after all, have a reputation to uphold here.
Lysander would flog her if she stained either of their names and lost them work. Lifting her brows at his bow and his greeting, Skylla pressed her long tresses over her shoulder and out of her way. "My name is Skylla and this is Captain Lukos," she said lightly, motioning back to her irritable companion and then giving Lukos a sultry smile, "Never learned to cook, this one," she lied, enjoying the game she was making for herself. People were stepping stones, and this man was just another one.
Skylla had thought to maybe trip Lukos when he got up on his tiptoes, her own mood playful to combat his shitty one. Then again, he was always in a shitty mood. Unless he was fucking. Even then, there were only so many good moods Lukos could be in. None of them were truly good and Skylla was both used to it and she favored it. She decided not to trip him, instead shaking her head and smiling to herself as he continued to complain about how long the line was for the food.
"You could at least pretend that you're a faithful follower," Skylla teased her captain, tilting her chin at him and letting her dark eyes glitter playfully in the firelight that illuminated the temple. "Ares could smite you for eating his food and not being grateful," she said casually, her free hand brushing against his lower back as she joined him up on her own tiptoes to look at what he was.
She almost snorted when a priest gave him a rude gesture, having to swallow her giggle so that people didn't look at them weirder than they already were. She had to purse both of her lips, trying to keep the smile of amusement off her features. Lukos' return question only earned a nonchalant shrug, "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," she said lightly, "I don't generally discuss my beliefs," she noted and then glanced ahead and down the line a bit.
There was a man coming, holding two plates and she really didn't pay him any mind until he stood before them, actually offering she and Lukos the plates of food. This was weird. This man clearly was not Colchian because a normal Colchian would not be so kind and hand off his hard won food to another unless it benefited himself. Lifting a single dark eyebrow, Skylla's mind seemed to turn a multitude of ideas around before she finally settled on putting a sacrine smile.
"Absolutely famished," she said with a delicate purr, reaching for one of the plates, and taking it from Thrasius. She handed it off to Lukos and then took the second one, pulling the two of them out of the line in the process. She didn't know if Lukos would linger and make smalltalk unless he thought he could get something more out of the man. But Skylla was content to be somewhat polite. She did, after all, have a reputation to uphold here.
Lysander would flog her if she stained either of their names and lost them work. Lifting her brows at his bow and his greeting, Skylla pressed her long tresses over her shoulder and out of her way. "My name is Skylla and this is Captain Lukos," she said lightly, motioning back to her irritable companion and then giving Lukos a sultry smile, "Never learned to cook, this one," she lied, enjoying the game she was making for herself. People were stepping stones, and this man was just another one.
Vangelis was not a prince who enjoyed the spotlight. Nor did he consider it his place to step into it with all the certainty of one due to rule the kingdom in the future. He didn't like the attention, nor the value that the common populace appeared to place on the presentation of a royal and the wearing of a crown. It was understandable, his father had said, that the people would judge a ruler based on how well they looked the part. For they never saw a prince, nor king, in the role of such a thing. They did not witness them on the battlefield, leading men. They did not hover within the study or office watching them document laws and taxes. And they certainly didn't sit in upon the Senate and witness the mediation of the Senators that dictated the future of the kingdom. To the commonborn people of Colchis, the only opportunity they had to observe and trust in a king or future ruler was to witness them in public events. To see how they held themselves, how they wore their crown. If they looked the part, they took courage in their abilities to play the part. And whilst Vangelis understood all of this, it didn't mean that he liked it. In fact, he disliked it entirely, for he had seen many a noble in all their finery and impressive raiment fall to pieces on the battlefield - or a fresh-faced noble think that just because they wore the latest styles and sat in the appropriate seat in the Senate, they held some kind of divinely appointed ability to rule and govern.
It all felt like a farce to Vangelis.
Yet, one thing that he did accept and appreciate in such things was the authority that came with someone who appeared like a leader. If Vangelis wore his armour, wore his crown and rode into a sea of people, not only did they view him as a leader. But they treated him like one as well. More or less, his presence alone was enough to see rebels toeing the line or disgruntled malcontents find a moment of thoughtful patience. It didn't matter that he would be able to handle any riots or malicious behaviour in a physical manner; that his training would ensure his ability to dispatch any troublemakers by hand. For, nine times out of ten, such a thing was not allowed to go that far and was settled just from the fear and authority that the title of the Crown Prince - the Blood General - dictated.
And so, it was seen, as Vangelis and Silas rode through the Upper Levels and towards the main gatherings of celebrations. As his horse rode down the streets and around corners, bringing him into fresh view of the populace lingering down every alley and road, his observant eyes picked up on the way the Colchian people stood a little more to attention. Their hands darted in from whatever they had been reaching for, and those who looked to potentially be at odds jumped apart to stand a foot aware from one another.
Noticing a particularly rowdy group that shied immediately away from two young women, their himations out of sorts, Vangelis turned to murmur over his shoulder at his brother.
"I'll see you at the Hephaestus celebrations."
His hidden meaning was clear and his instruction obvious, as his gaze flickered over the common folk that were shifting with discomfort like naughty children caught by an angered father.
Leaving his younger brother to deal with such a matter before he continued on to join him once more, Vangelis headed into the Lower Levels fully and immediately found the main throng of gathering worshippers. Some crowded for the foods supplied by Ares worshippers and other had set up a bonfire in the main square in honour of Hephaestus. Despite two Gods being celebrated side by side, it appeared - for now - as if they were managing to do so with relative calm, without suggesting one to be more powerful than the other.
Looking around himself to check upon this assessment, Vangelis spotted Nike, on a crossing point of the streets and half way between the two main festivities, attempting to keep her head on the swivel and watch both at once. He opened his mouth to call out to her, to offer instruction, before a thundering noise could be heard, interrupting his words and thoughts.
His brow lowering in a frown of confusion, Vangelis tightened his hold on Windrunner's reins, sensing the creature's nervous step beneath him and turned to witness a stampede of... was that donkeys?... heading down the street, bowling people out of the way and headed straight for the traditional pyre of Hephaestus.
"Commander Nike!" Vangelis yelled down the street to her, before turning his horse and charging after the animals. He knew he wouldn't get there before the asses, but at least this way he would be just behind them, in the hopes of eventually gaining on their leader and steering them, from their dangerous rampage...
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Vangelis was not a prince who enjoyed the spotlight. Nor did he consider it his place to step into it with all the certainty of one due to rule the kingdom in the future. He didn't like the attention, nor the value that the common populace appeared to place on the presentation of a royal and the wearing of a crown. It was understandable, his father had said, that the people would judge a ruler based on how well they looked the part. For they never saw a prince, nor king, in the role of such a thing. They did not witness them on the battlefield, leading men. They did not hover within the study or office watching them document laws and taxes. And they certainly didn't sit in upon the Senate and witness the mediation of the Senators that dictated the future of the kingdom. To the commonborn people of Colchis, the only opportunity they had to observe and trust in a king or future ruler was to witness them in public events. To see how they held themselves, how they wore their crown. If they looked the part, they took courage in their abilities to play the part. And whilst Vangelis understood all of this, it didn't mean that he liked it. In fact, he disliked it entirely, for he had seen many a noble in all their finery and impressive raiment fall to pieces on the battlefield - or a fresh-faced noble think that just because they wore the latest styles and sat in the appropriate seat in the Senate, they held some kind of divinely appointed ability to rule and govern.
It all felt like a farce to Vangelis.
Yet, one thing that he did accept and appreciate in such things was the authority that came with someone who appeared like a leader. If Vangelis wore his armour, wore his crown and rode into a sea of people, not only did they view him as a leader. But they treated him like one as well. More or less, his presence alone was enough to see rebels toeing the line or disgruntled malcontents find a moment of thoughtful patience. It didn't matter that he would be able to handle any riots or malicious behaviour in a physical manner; that his training would ensure his ability to dispatch any troublemakers by hand. For, nine times out of ten, such a thing was not allowed to go that far and was settled just from the fear and authority that the title of the Crown Prince - the Blood General - dictated.
And so, it was seen, as Vangelis and Silas rode through the Upper Levels and towards the main gatherings of celebrations. As his horse rode down the streets and around corners, bringing him into fresh view of the populace lingering down every alley and road, his observant eyes picked up on the way the Colchian people stood a little more to attention. Their hands darted in from whatever they had been reaching for, and those who looked to potentially be at odds jumped apart to stand a foot aware from one another.
Noticing a particularly rowdy group that shied immediately away from two young women, their himations out of sorts, Vangelis turned to murmur over his shoulder at his brother.
"I'll see you at the Hephaestus celebrations."
His hidden meaning was clear and his instruction obvious, as his gaze flickered over the common folk that were shifting with discomfort like naughty children caught by an angered father.
Leaving his younger brother to deal with such a matter before he continued on to join him once more, Vangelis headed into the Lower Levels fully and immediately found the main throng of gathering worshippers. Some crowded for the foods supplied by Ares worshippers and other had set up a bonfire in the main square in honour of Hephaestus. Despite two Gods being celebrated side by side, it appeared - for now - as if they were managing to do so with relative calm, without suggesting one to be more powerful than the other.
Looking around himself to check upon this assessment, Vangelis spotted Nike, on a crossing point of the streets and half way between the two main festivities, attempting to keep her head on the swivel and watch both at once. He opened his mouth to call out to her, to offer instruction, before a thundering noise could be heard, interrupting his words and thoughts.
His brow lowering in a frown of confusion, Vangelis tightened his hold on Windrunner's reins, sensing the creature's nervous step beneath him and turned to witness a stampede of... was that donkeys?... heading down the street, bowling people out of the way and headed straight for the traditional pyre of Hephaestus.
"Commander Nike!" Vangelis yelled down the street to her, before turning his horse and charging after the animals. He knew he wouldn't get there before the asses, but at least this way he would be just behind them, in the hopes of eventually gaining on their leader and steering them, from their dangerous rampage...
Vangelis was not a prince who enjoyed the spotlight. Nor did he consider it his place to step into it with all the certainty of one due to rule the kingdom in the future. He didn't like the attention, nor the value that the common populace appeared to place on the presentation of a royal and the wearing of a crown. It was understandable, his father had said, that the people would judge a ruler based on how well they looked the part. For they never saw a prince, nor king, in the role of such a thing. They did not witness them on the battlefield, leading men. They did not hover within the study or office watching them document laws and taxes. And they certainly didn't sit in upon the Senate and witness the mediation of the Senators that dictated the future of the kingdom. To the commonborn people of Colchis, the only opportunity they had to observe and trust in a king or future ruler was to witness them in public events. To see how they held themselves, how they wore their crown. If they looked the part, they took courage in their abilities to play the part. And whilst Vangelis understood all of this, it didn't mean that he liked it. In fact, he disliked it entirely, for he had seen many a noble in all their finery and impressive raiment fall to pieces on the battlefield - or a fresh-faced noble think that just because they wore the latest styles and sat in the appropriate seat in the Senate, they held some kind of divinely appointed ability to rule and govern.
It all felt like a farce to Vangelis.
Yet, one thing that he did accept and appreciate in such things was the authority that came with someone who appeared like a leader. If Vangelis wore his armour, wore his crown and rode into a sea of people, not only did they view him as a leader. But they treated him like one as well. More or less, his presence alone was enough to see rebels toeing the line or disgruntled malcontents find a moment of thoughtful patience. It didn't matter that he would be able to handle any riots or malicious behaviour in a physical manner; that his training would ensure his ability to dispatch any troublemakers by hand. For, nine times out of ten, such a thing was not allowed to go that far and was settled just from the fear and authority that the title of the Crown Prince - the Blood General - dictated.
And so, it was seen, as Vangelis and Silas rode through the Upper Levels and towards the main gatherings of celebrations. As his horse rode down the streets and around corners, bringing him into fresh view of the populace lingering down every alley and road, his observant eyes picked up on the way the Colchian people stood a little more to attention. Their hands darted in from whatever they had been reaching for, and those who looked to potentially be at odds jumped apart to stand a foot aware from one another.
Noticing a particularly rowdy group that shied immediately away from two young women, their himations out of sorts, Vangelis turned to murmur over his shoulder at his brother.
"I'll see you at the Hephaestus celebrations."
His hidden meaning was clear and his instruction obvious, as his gaze flickered over the common folk that were shifting with discomfort like naughty children caught by an angered father.
Leaving his younger brother to deal with such a matter before he continued on to join him once more, Vangelis headed into the Lower Levels fully and immediately found the main throng of gathering worshippers. Some crowded for the foods supplied by Ares worshippers and other had set up a bonfire in the main square in honour of Hephaestus. Despite two Gods being celebrated side by side, it appeared - for now - as if they were managing to do so with relative calm, without suggesting one to be more powerful than the other.
Looking around himself to check upon this assessment, Vangelis spotted Nike, on a crossing point of the streets and half way between the two main festivities, attempting to keep her head on the swivel and watch both at once. He opened his mouth to call out to her, to offer instruction, before a thundering noise could be heard, interrupting his words and thoughts.
His brow lowering in a frown of confusion, Vangelis tightened his hold on Windrunner's reins, sensing the creature's nervous step beneath him and turned to witness a stampede of... was that donkeys?... heading down the street, bowling people out of the way and headed straight for the traditional pyre of Hephaestus.
"Commander Nike!" Vangelis yelled down the street to her, before turning his horse and charging after the animals. He knew he wouldn't get there before the asses, but at least this way he would be just behind them, in the hopes of eventually gaining on their leader and steering them, from their dangerous rampage...
The festival of Hephaestus had arrived, and word around the market was that there would be a roast in honor of Ares in the temple as well. She’d spent her day hearing people whisper, wondering if there’d be any fights, if so-and-so would go to this celebration or that, wasn’t it blasphemous to honor them both on the same day and so on. In truth, it was all of little interest to her. After all, neither was her patron god. The direction her life had taken had led her to worship Hestia most fervently.
However, as merchants, it was only right that her family honored Hephaestus and his blacksmiths who created so many of the products they traded and sold. Her brother had gone ahead earlier with the promise that she would meet him once she finished putting Calantha to bed. Unfortunately for her, it had proven to be a difficult night. She was right at that age where she wanted so badly to be older.
By the time she changed her clothes and made her way to the square, things were well underway. Myrrine had chosen a deep blue chiton, tied at the waist with a rope of golden thread. Rather than her usual practical plait, she had taken the time to arrange her hair ornamentally. Small braids pulled her brown locks away from her face, gradually meeting to become one. The rest of her hair hung free in loose waves.
Upon arriving, she stepped in line to light her torch and only then began looking for her brother. She had expected to find him watching the blacksmiths, but couldn’t recognize him in the crowd. After a time she had a feeling that he must have lost patience waiting for her. Her eyes shifted towards the Hall of the Gods. He’d probably gone to the temple of Ares. Many of his friends were likely to be there after all. The question then became where did she want to be?
She didn’t feel strongly about either festivities and while she had agreed to find her brother, she didn’t want to be stuck awkwardly by his side if he was surrounded by friends. He, much like her, so rarely had opportunities to cut loose. She certainly didn’t want to return home yet either. Which left her wandering aimlessly, torn with indecision.
The choice then was made for her as an impatient man pushed past her, shoving her into someone behind her without so much as a glance. She cursed in aggravated shock before catching her balance and turning towards the other victim. “I am so sorry, are you alright?” Her head tilted to the side slightly as she saw the man’s face and recognized him. “Wait, Magnus?”
Her surprise at seeing a familiar face was cut short however as a sudden thunderous sound seemed to grow closer. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to discover the source. “Are those... donkeys?” she muttered, her voice low before her eyes went wide at the realization that the creatures were in fact rampaging down the street where they stood.
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The festival of Hephaestus had arrived, and word around the market was that there would be a roast in honor of Ares in the temple as well. She’d spent her day hearing people whisper, wondering if there’d be any fights, if so-and-so would go to this celebration or that, wasn’t it blasphemous to honor them both on the same day and so on. In truth, it was all of little interest to her. After all, neither was her patron god. The direction her life had taken had led her to worship Hestia most fervently.
However, as merchants, it was only right that her family honored Hephaestus and his blacksmiths who created so many of the products they traded and sold. Her brother had gone ahead earlier with the promise that she would meet him once she finished putting Calantha to bed. Unfortunately for her, it had proven to be a difficult night. She was right at that age where she wanted so badly to be older.
By the time she changed her clothes and made her way to the square, things were well underway. Myrrine had chosen a deep blue chiton, tied at the waist with a rope of golden thread. Rather than her usual practical plait, she had taken the time to arrange her hair ornamentally. Small braids pulled her brown locks away from her face, gradually meeting to become one. The rest of her hair hung free in loose waves.
Upon arriving, she stepped in line to light her torch and only then began looking for her brother. She had expected to find him watching the blacksmiths, but couldn’t recognize him in the crowd. After a time she had a feeling that he must have lost patience waiting for her. Her eyes shifted towards the Hall of the Gods. He’d probably gone to the temple of Ares. Many of his friends were likely to be there after all. The question then became where did she want to be?
She didn’t feel strongly about either festivities and while she had agreed to find her brother, she didn’t want to be stuck awkwardly by his side if he was surrounded by friends. He, much like her, so rarely had opportunities to cut loose. She certainly didn’t want to return home yet either. Which left her wandering aimlessly, torn with indecision.
The choice then was made for her as an impatient man pushed past her, shoving her into someone behind her without so much as a glance. She cursed in aggravated shock before catching her balance and turning towards the other victim. “I am so sorry, are you alright?” Her head tilted to the side slightly as she saw the man’s face and recognized him. “Wait, Magnus?”
Her surprise at seeing a familiar face was cut short however as a sudden thunderous sound seemed to grow closer. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to discover the source. “Are those... donkeys?” she muttered, her voice low before her eyes went wide at the realization that the creatures were in fact rampaging down the street where they stood.
The festival of Hephaestus had arrived, and word around the market was that there would be a roast in honor of Ares in the temple as well. She’d spent her day hearing people whisper, wondering if there’d be any fights, if so-and-so would go to this celebration or that, wasn’t it blasphemous to honor them both on the same day and so on. In truth, it was all of little interest to her. After all, neither was her patron god. The direction her life had taken had led her to worship Hestia most fervently.
However, as merchants, it was only right that her family honored Hephaestus and his blacksmiths who created so many of the products they traded and sold. Her brother had gone ahead earlier with the promise that she would meet him once she finished putting Calantha to bed. Unfortunately for her, it had proven to be a difficult night. She was right at that age where she wanted so badly to be older.
By the time she changed her clothes and made her way to the square, things were well underway. Myrrine had chosen a deep blue chiton, tied at the waist with a rope of golden thread. Rather than her usual practical plait, she had taken the time to arrange her hair ornamentally. Small braids pulled her brown locks away from her face, gradually meeting to become one. The rest of her hair hung free in loose waves.
Upon arriving, she stepped in line to light her torch and only then began looking for her brother. She had expected to find him watching the blacksmiths, but couldn’t recognize him in the crowd. After a time she had a feeling that he must have lost patience waiting for her. Her eyes shifted towards the Hall of the Gods. He’d probably gone to the temple of Ares. Many of his friends were likely to be there after all. The question then became where did she want to be?
She didn’t feel strongly about either festivities and while she had agreed to find her brother, she didn’t want to be stuck awkwardly by his side if he was surrounded by friends. He, much like her, so rarely had opportunities to cut loose. She certainly didn’t want to return home yet either. Which left her wandering aimlessly, torn with indecision.
The choice then was made for her as an impatient man pushed past her, shoving her into someone behind her without so much as a glance. She cursed in aggravated shock before catching her balance and turning towards the other victim. “I am so sorry, are you alright?” Her head tilted to the side slightly as she saw the man’s face and recognized him. “Wait, Magnus?”
Her surprise at seeing a familiar face was cut short however as a sudden thunderous sound seemed to grow closer. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to discover the source. “Are those... donkeys?” she muttered, her voice low before her eyes went wide at the realization that the creatures were in fact rampaging down the street where they stood.
Maleos had been ready to simply celebrate Ares for the day, hoping that things for the most part would remain uneventful, but it seemed that the Gods had a different idea. Suddenly there were shouts from outside and Maleos set his plate aside, hurrying out of the temple to go and see what was happening. Always one to get involved and help where he could, he couldn’t just ignore the commotion outside.
He was a little confused to see that the commotion was caused by... donkeys. Where had they come from and what were they doing there? He moved to climb up onto his horse, spurring the beast into action, he planned on.. well he didn’t actually have a plan, all he knew was he had to make it down there and he had to try and stop the animals before they trampled someone or something. The young lieutenant was intent on playing the hero.
But it seemed so too was the Crown Prince, which set Maleos’ nerves on edge. One wrong move and his dreams of ascending to Captain and further would be dashed like the waves of the ocean against the rocky cliffs of his home.
On the flip side, one right move and it could catch the attention of the Prince and perhaps set in motion the requirements for him to move his way up. Maleos was not usually a risk taker, but he knew that it would take bold moves and skill to move himself further in the ranks as someone born with common blood.
He spurred his horse forward, and caught up to the Crown Prince, on the opposite side of the stampeding donkeys, he glanced over for any sign of a plan the other man might have, though he supposed it was likely he was winging it just as much as Maleos was.
He set his eyes back straight, towards their target of the first few donkeys that were setting the direction of the rest. If they could remain on either side and catch up to the leaders, they could guide them safely away from the fire and the crowds. One of them on either side would serve to funnel the beasts where they wanted and ensure they didn’t just veer off in one direction and cause more chaos. If they could just get them away from the crowds....
He looked back over at the Crown Prince before he spurred his horse on, and the beast picked up just a bit of speed, slowly gaining on the animals and moving towards the front. All he could do was pray that they could make it up there before the donkeys knocked the pyre over and set all of Colchis on fire. At this point it was in the hands of the Gods whether the two men and their horses could catch up and alter the course of the donkeys.
Where did they even come from? Who would have been dumb enough to try and move the animals in the middle of two large celebrations? Perhaps it had been on purpose.
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Maleos had been ready to simply celebrate Ares for the day, hoping that things for the most part would remain uneventful, but it seemed that the Gods had a different idea. Suddenly there were shouts from outside and Maleos set his plate aside, hurrying out of the temple to go and see what was happening. Always one to get involved and help where he could, he couldn’t just ignore the commotion outside.
He was a little confused to see that the commotion was caused by... donkeys. Where had they come from and what were they doing there? He moved to climb up onto his horse, spurring the beast into action, he planned on.. well he didn’t actually have a plan, all he knew was he had to make it down there and he had to try and stop the animals before they trampled someone or something. The young lieutenant was intent on playing the hero.
But it seemed so too was the Crown Prince, which set Maleos’ nerves on edge. One wrong move and his dreams of ascending to Captain and further would be dashed like the waves of the ocean against the rocky cliffs of his home.
On the flip side, one right move and it could catch the attention of the Prince and perhaps set in motion the requirements for him to move his way up. Maleos was not usually a risk taker, but he knew that it would take bold moves and skill to move himself further in the ranks as someone born with common blood.
He spurred his horse forward, and caught up to the Crown Prince, on the opposite side of the stampeding donkeys, he glanced over for any sign of a plan the other man might have, though he supposed it was likely he was winging it just as much as Maleos was.
He set his eyes back straight, towards their target of the first few donkeys that were setting the direction of the rest. If they could remain on either side and catch up to the leaders, they could guide them safely away from the fire and the crowds. One of them on either side would serve to funnel the beasts where they wanted and ensure they didn’t just veer off in one direction and cause more chaos. If they could just get them away from the crowds....
He looked back over at the Crown Prince before he spurred his horse on, and the beast picked up just a bit of speed, slowly gaining on the animals and moving towards the front. All he could do was pray that they could make it up there before the donkeys knocked the pyre over and set all of Colchis on fire. At this point it was in the hands of the Gods whether the two men and their horses could catch up and alter the course of the donkeys.
Where did they even come from? Who would have been dumb enough to try and move the animals in the middle of two large celebrations? Perhaps it had been on purpose.
Maleos had been ready to simply celebrate Ares for the day, hoping that things for the most part would remain uneventful, but it seemed that the Gods had a different idea. Suddenly there were shouts from outside and Maleos set his plate aside, hurrying out of the temple to go and see what was happening. Always one to get involved and help where he could, he couldn’t just ignore the commotion outside.
He was a little confused to see that the commotion was caused by... donkeys. Where had they come from and what were they doing there? He moved to climb up onto his horse, spurring the beast into action, he planned on.. well he didn’t actually have a plan, all he knew was he had to make it down there and he had to try and stop the animals before they trampled someone or something. The young lieutenant was intent on playing the hero.
But it seemed so too was the Crown Prince, which set Maleos’ nerves on edge. One wrong move and his dreams of ascending to Captain and further would be dashed like the waves of the ocean against the rocky cliffs of his home.
On the flip side, one right move and it could catch the attention of the Prince and perhaps set in motion the requirements for him to move his way up. Maleos was not usually a risk taker, but he knew that it would take bold moves and skill to move himself further in the ranks as someone born with common blood.
He spurred his horse forward, and caught up to the Crown Prince, on the opposite side of the stampeding donkeys, he glanced over for any sign of a plan the other man might have, though he supposed it was likely he was winging it just as much as Maleos was.
He set his eyes back straight, towards their target of the first few donkeys that were setting the direction of the rest. If they could remain on either side and catch up to the leaders, they could guide them safely away from the fire and the crowds. One of them on either side would serve to funnel the beasts where they wanted and ensure they didn’t just veer off in one direction and cause more chaos. If they could just get them away from the crowds....
He looked back over at the Crown Prince before he spurred his horse on, and the beast picked up just a bit of speed, slowly gaining on the animals and moving towards the front. All he could do was pray that they could make it up there before the donkeys knocked the pyre over and set all of Colchis on fire. At this point it was in the hands of the Gods whether the two men and their horses could catch up and alter the course of the donkeys.
Where did they even come from? Who would have been dumb enough to try and move the animals in the middle of two large celebrations? Perhaps it had been on purpose.
Kalypso knew that she was simply too young to be of interest to any men or women, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t admire some of the muscular military men. Of course, the ones that had more muscles than she could comprehend unnerved her. What is it with men and giant muscles, they aren’t even as pretty as men with wiry ones?
She glanced at the other attendants, some worshippers, others who came out of curiosity such as herself. At the end of the day, Hephaestus simply wasn’t interesting in her. A cuckold of a God who was married to the Goddess of Love, yet couldn’t even keep her gaze from lingering towards the God of War. Still, her thoughts were probably not getting any favor from the Craftsman God, but Kalypso didn’t care.
Deciding against talking to the man, she made her way into the lines to receive her own portion of boar. Once properly placed in her hands, Kalypso was about to take a bite, delighting in the flavors, when the ground began to shake. Glancing around, she noticed the upset of what seemed to be an entire herd of donkeys starting to upset the Hephaestus crowds. Serves them right, her mind whispered, sympathy not one of the traits she had for the unknown.
She lowered her head and snorted into her meal, an unladylike gesture, but she was neither a lady nor did it matter. As it was, all the military folk seemed to abandon their worship to save Midas from potentially burning to the ground, so Kalypso was left with the strange couple and the man that joined them.
Interesting in eavesdropping from now, Kalypso decided to enjoy her serving a boar, especially as she tried to hide her giggles behind her personal feast. No one would pay attention to a girl in her minority, so she was safe, for now.
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Kalypso knew that she was simply too young to be of interest to any men or women, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t admire some of the muscular military men. Of course, the ones that had more muscles than she could comprehend unnerved her. What is it with men and giant muscles, they aren’t even as pretty as men with wiry ones?
She glanced at the other attendants, some worshippers, others who came out of curiosity such as herself. At the end of the day, Hephaestus simply wasn’t interesting in her. A cuckold of a God who was married to the Goddess of Love, yet couldn’t even keep her gaze from lingering towards the God of War. Still, her thoughts were probably not getting any favor from the Craftsman God, but Kalypso didn’t care.
Deciding against talking to the man, she made her way into the lines to receive her own portion of boar. Once properly placed in her hands, Kalypso was about to take a bite, delighting in the flavors, when the ground began to shake. Glancing around, she noticed the upset of what seemed to be an entire herd of donkeys starting to upset the Hephaestus crowds. Serves them right, her mind whispered, sympathy not one of the traits she had for the unknown.
She lowered her head and snorted into her meal, an unladylike gesture, but she was neither a lady nor did it matter. As it was, all the military folk seemed to abandon their worship to save Midas from potentially burning to the ground, so Kalypso was left with the strange couple and the man that joined them.
Interesting in eavesdropping from now, Kalypso decided to enjoy her serving a boar, especially as she tried to hide her giggles behind her personal feast. No one would pay attention to a girl in her minority, so she was safe, for now.
Kalypso knew that she was simply too young to be of interest to any men or women, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t admire some of the muscular military men. Of course, the ones that had more muscles than she could comprehend unnerved her. What is it with men and giant muscles, they aren’t even as pretty as men with wiry ones?
She glanced at the other attendants, some worshippers, others who came out of curiosity such as herself. At the end of the day, Hephaestus simply wasn’t interesting in her. A cuckold of a God who was married to the Goddess of Love, yet couldn’t even keep her gaze from lingering towards the God of War. Still, her thoughts were probably not getting any favor from the Craftsman God, but Kalypso didn’t care.
Deciding against talking to the man, she made her way into the lines to receive her own portion of boar. Once properly placed in her hands, Kalypso was about to take a bite, delighting in the flavors, when the ground began to shake. Glancing around, she noticed the upset of what seemed to be an entire herd of donkeys starting to upset the Hephaestus crowds. Serves them right, her mind whispered, sympathy not one of the traits she had for the unknown.
She lowered her head and snorted into her meal, an unladylike gesture, but she was neither a lady nor did it matter. As it was, all the military folk seemed to abandon their worship to save Midas from potentially burning to the ground, so Kalypso was left with the strange couple and the man that joined them.
Interesting in eavesdropping from now, Kalypso decided to enjoy her serving a boar, especially as she tried to hide her giggles behind her personal feast. No one would pay attention to a girl in her minority, so she was safe, for now.
Meandering about as everyone went about their own way of celebrating be it with their own family or friends, Magnus was content watching. He had always been an observer, which was why he ended up in his job as a litigator, and then as Master Observer. His brain was like a sponge, and his memory impeccable as he absorbed every bit of information he found. Whether or not they were pertinent or important, he would sift through them later. He simply had an uncanny way of recalling things when he needed them, and storing them away for later use.
Smelling food as it was passed around from the reveller's plates, it was all for themselves as everyone went to line up for the food, but did the Master Informer want to eat? Hmmm.
The decision was taken out of his hands however, when more and more people crowded towards the temple of Ares, jostling him until he lost any sort of want to eat with the mess of people around. Instead, the dark-haired male back away from the crowd, intending to head back and check out the followers of the Hephaestus crowd instead, only to be rudely shoved halfway through his trek.
Frowning when he stumbled and would've fallen flat on his face had he not managed to catch himself, he jerked to see the perpetrator who was more likely drunk then not, intending to give the man a piece of his man when his name caught his attention. Instead, Magnus turned,and his eyes widened when he saw Myrrine. The young girl wasn't exactly a.... friend of his? That wouldn't be the right word to describe her. She had always been more of Leto's friend, but Magnus had seen her over their house often enough to know and at least be concerned for her, much like he would Leto herself.
"Myrrine, did the rude mad shove past you too?" he murmured, intending to go closer to check on her, when a loud bray and a sudden shudder in the ground stalled his movements. Only having moved one step in Myrrine's direction, instead the Master Informer turned, and then his eyes widened when he saw what was indeed donkeys running as if in a rampage towards the pyre's of fire where the Hephaestus followers' were situated in the main square.
Which really, wasn't far from where they were. In fact, they were in their direct pathway.
"Okay, I think it's time we go Myrrine." Magnus said quickly and curtly, his mind jumping into doing-mode as he grabbed Myrrine's upper arm. Without allowing her to protest, the Master Informer tried to pull her away from the nearing donkeys, only to find themselves needing to dive into the mess of people crowding around the food being given out to the masses, the kind of crowd that could easily quash a young girl like Myrrine.
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Meandering about as everyone went about their own way of celebrating be it with their own family or friends, Magnus was content watching. He had always been an observer, which was why he ended up in his job as a litigator, and then as Master Observer. His brain was like a sponge, and his memory impeccable as he absorbed every bit of information he found. Whether or not they were pertinent or important, he would sift through them later. He simply had an uncanny way of recalling things when he needed them, and storing them away for later use.
Smelling food as it was passed around from the reveller's plates, it was all for themselves as everyone went to line up for the food, but did the Master Informer want to eat? Hmmm.
The decision was taken out of his hands however, when more and more people crowded towards the temple of Ares, jostling him until he lost any sort of want to eat with the mess of people around. Instead, the dark-haired male back away from the crowd, intending to head back and check out the followers of the Hephaestus crowd instead, only to be rudely shoved halfway through his trek.
Frowning when he stumbled and would've fallen flat on his face had he not managed to catch himself, he jerked to see the perpetrator who was more likely drunk then not, intending to give the man a piece of his man when his name caught his attention. Instead, Magnus turned,and his eyes widened when he saw Myrrine. The young girl wasn't exactly a.... friend of his? That wouldn't be the right word to describe her. She had always been more of Leto's friend, but Magnus had seen her over their house often enough to know and at least be concerned for her, much like he would Leto herself.
"Myrrine, did the rude mad shove past you too?" he murmured, intending to go closer to check on her, when a loud bray and a sudden shudder in the ground stalled his movements. Only having moved one step in Myrrine's direction, instead the Master Informer turned, and then his eyes widened when he saw what was indeed donkeys running as if in a rampage towards the pyre's of fire where the Hephaestus followers' were situated in the main square.
Which really, wasn't far from where they were. In fact, they were in their direct pathway.
"Okay, I think it's time we go Myrrine." Magnus said quickly and curtly, his mind jumping into doing-mode as he grabbed Myrrine's upper arm. Without allowing her to protest, the Master Informer tried to pull her away from the nearing donkeys, only to find themselves needing to dive into the mess of people crowding around the food being given out to the masses, the kind of crowd that could easily quash a young girl like Myrrine.
Meandering about as everyone went about their own way of celebrating be it with their own family or friends, Magnus was content watching. He had always been an observer, which was why he ended up in his job as a litigator, and then as Master Observer. His brain was like a sponge, and his memory impeccable as he absorbed every bit of information he found. Whether or not they were pertinent or important, he would sift through them later. He simply had an uncanny way of recalling things when he needed them, and storing them away for later use.
Smelling food as it was passed around from the reveller's plates, it was all for themselves as everyone went to line up for the food, but did the Master Informer want to eat? Hmmm.
The decision was taken out of his hands however, when more and more people crowded towards the temple of Ares, jostling him until he lost any sort of want to eat with the mess of people around. Instead, the dark-haired male back away from the crowd, intending to head back and check out the followers of the Hephaestus crowd instead, only to be rudely shoved halfway through his trek.
Frowning when he stumbled and would've fallen flat on his face had he not managed to catch himself, he jerked to see the perpetrator who was more likely drunk then not, intending to give the man a piece of his man when his name caught his attention. Instead, Magnus turned,and his eyes widened when he saw Myrrine. The young girl wasn't exactly a.... friend of his? That wouldn't be the right word to describe her. She had always been more of Leto's friend, but Magnus had seen her over their house often enough to know and at least be concerned for her, much like he would Leto herself.
"Myrrine, did the rude mad shove past you too?" he murmured, intending to go closer to check on her, when a loud bray and a sudden shudder in the ground stalled his movements. Only having moved one step in Myrrine's direction, instead the Master Informer turned, and then his eyes widened when he saw what was indeed donkeys running as if in a rampage towards the pyre's of fire where the Hephaestus followers' were situated in the main square.
Which really, wasn't far from where they were. In fact, they were in their direct pathway.
"Okay, I think it's time we go Myrrine." Magnus said quickly and curtly, his mind jumping into doing-mode as he grabbed Myrrine's upper arm. Without allowing her to protest, the Master Informer tried to pull her away from the nearing donkeys, only to find themselves needing to dive into the mess of people crowding around the food being given out to the masses, the kind of crowd that could easily quash a young girl like Myrrine.
Nike of Acaris, while originally from Taengea, had spent the last decade and more training under military rule, and had spent no little energy, time and effort in finally being able to achieve the title and status she had today. With her military training and background, the woman rarely froze - but as she saw the approach of the asses, she couldn't seem to figure out what to do. She had no horse, there was absolutely no way she could outrun the four-legged equines however hard she tried, so that would be a futile effort.
Yet, she couldn't seem to see Midas go up in flames, could she?
With her mind racing, Nike had half a mind to just jump on one of the donkeys and try and steer them away, hoping they would be like meerkats where everyone else would follow. It was a laughable idea, and one that was unlikely to work considering she'd have to jump an inhumane length to get to the leader, but desperation drove people to silly and impossible ideas. Before she could put that ridiculous idea of hers to test however, a familiar voice called out, and Nike whipped around to give a grateful groan when she saw the crown prince and her general riding in a horse.
At least he had a horse. That'd mean they had a fighting chance right?
Quickly jumping back into thinking, the woman looked wildly around, grabbing a rope her eyes had fell upon. Could she lasso them correctly? She could try? With swift feet, she heaved the heavy rope around her body so she wouldn't be lugging behind her, and then took off after the animals. Sure, she can try and get people to get out of the way, but there was also no way they would listen to her fast enough in their haze of celebration, and there was no way the pyre could be extinguished in time, so their best chance was to get those asses.
Knotting one end of the rope to form a loop as she ran, her lighter form meant that while she could not outrun a horse, she could gain enough on the galloping Vangelis to at least get in audible distance before yelling. "Vangelis!" Hoping her voice carried, she flung the lassoed rope towards his direction, hoping he heard and the rope would not just hit the side of his head instead.
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Nike of Acaris, while originally from Taengea, had spent the last decade and more training under military rule, and had spent no little energy, time and effort in finally being able to achieve the title and status she had today. With her military training and background, the woman rarely froze - but as she saw the approach of the asses, she couldn't seem to figure out what to do. She had no horse, there was absolutely no way she could outrun the four-legged equines however hard she tried, so that would be a futile effort.
Yet, she couldn't seem to see Midas go up in flames, could she?
With her mind racing, Nike had half a mind to just jump on one of the donkeys and try and steer them away, hoping they would be like meerkats where everyone else would follow. It was a laughable idea, and one that was unlikely to work considering she'd have to jump an inhumane length to get to the leader, but desperation drove people to silly and impossible ideas. Before she could put that ridiculous idea of hers to test however, a familiar voice called out, and Nike whipped around to give a grateful groan when she saw the crown prince and her general riding in a horse.
At least he had a horse. That'd mean they had a fighting chance right?
Quickly jumping back into thinking, the woman looked wildly around, grabbing a rope her eyes had fell upon. Could she lasso them correctly? She could try? With swift feet, she heaved the heavy rope around her body so she wouldn't be lugging behind her, and then took off after the animals. Sure, she can try and get people to get out of the way, but there was also no way they would listen to her fast enough in their haze of celebration, and there was no way the pyre could be extinguished in time, so their best chance was to get those asses.
Knotting one end of the rope to form a loop as she ran, her lighter form meant that while she could not outrun a horse, she could gain enough on the galloping Vangelis to at least get in audible distance before yelling. "Vangelis!" Hoping her voice carried, she flung the lassoed rope towards his direction, hoping he heard and the rope would not just hit the side of his head instead.
Nike of Acaris, while originally from Taengea, had spent the last decade and more training under military rule, and had spent no little energy, time and effort in finally being able to achieve the title and status she had today. With her military training and background, the woman rarely froze - but as she saw the approach of the asses, she couldn't seem to figure out what to do. She had no horse, there was absolutely no way she could outrun the four-legged equines however hard she tried, so that would be a futile effort.
Yet, she couldn't seem to see Midas go up in flames, could she?
With her mind racing, Nike had half a mind to just jump on one of the donkeys and try and steer them away, hoping they would be like meerkats where everyone else would follow. It was a laughable idea, and one that was unlikely to work considering she'd have to jump an inhumane length to get to the leader, but desperation drove people to silly and impossible ideas. Before she could put that ridiculous idea of hers to test however, a familiar voice called out, and Nike whipped around to give a grateful groan when she saw the crown prince and her general riding in a horse.
At least he had a horse. That'd mean they had a fighting chance right?
Quickly jumping back into thinking, the woman looked wildly around, grabbing a rope her eyes had fell upon. Could she lasso them correctly? She could try? With swift feet, she heaved the heavy rope around her body so she wouldn't be lugging behind her, and then took off after the animals. Sure, she can try and get people to get out of the way, but there was also no way they would listen to her fast enough in their haze of celebration, and there was no way the pyre could be extinguished in time, so their best chance was to get those asses.
Knotting one end of the rope to form a loop as she ran, her lighter form meant that while she could not outrun a horse, she could gain enough on the galloping Vangelis to at least get in audible distance before yelling. "Vangelis!" Hoping her voice carried, she flung the lassoed rope towards his direction, hoping he heard and the rope would not just hit the side of his head instead.
For a moment her surprise at recognizing Magnus threw her completely. Truthfully, she hadn’t talked to him more than a handful of times, but she had seen him enough to recognize his face, even in the dimly lit night. It took a moment longer to realize that it only made sense he’d be out. Despite the fact that she knew him simply as Leto’s elder brother, he was Master Informer. Even if he worshiped neither Aries nor Hephaestus, which seemed likely, crowds of this size almost required his presence.
Myrrine nodded as he asked if she had been shoved as well. She might have elaborated if it weren’t for the sudden commotion that seemed to shake the ground itself.
His words seemed an understatement as the knowledge that they were moments from being trampled overwhelmed her. Yet she found her feet didn’t seem inclined to follow her mind. However she felt Magnus’s hand grip her upper arm and tug, trying to pull her away. That was enough to snap her out of the trance of fear she had found herself stuck in.
As her own feet made to follow in the direction to the side, to safety. Only to stop short to find that danger lurked in a new way. The crowd around the food was a disaster - pushing and shoving, moving in all directions. All it would take is one ill-timed collision and she could easily end up underfoot. Her eyes drifted back towards the stampede.
She saw the Crown Prince racing to catch up, and another man on horseback approaching on the other side. Hopefully their efforts to corral the beasts would be effective, yet watching their approach, Myrrine feared that they didn’t have the time to wait and find out.
Her feet moved forward, ready to shove into the crowd, glancing over her shoulder to look at Magnus, who still had a firm grip on her arm. “There’s no choice,” she gasped in explanation, knowing that if he tried to hold her back she couldn’t overpower him. She could only think that hooves would cause far more injury than boots. Hopefully Magnus would agree with her assessment, otherwise, this evening might well be cut short.
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For a moment her surprise at recognizing Magnus threw her completely. Truthfully, she hadn’t talked to him more than a handful of times, but she had seen him enough to recognize his face, even in the dimly lit night. It took a moment longer to realize that it only made sense he’d be out. Despite the fact that she knew him simply as Leto’s elder brother, he was Master Informer. Even if he worshiped neither Aries nor Hephaestus, which seemed likely, crowds of this size almost required his presence.
Myrrine nodded as he asked if she had been shoved as well. She might have elaborated if it weren’t for the sudden commotion that seemed to shake the ground itself.
His words seemed an understatement as the knowledge that they were moments from being trampled overwhelmed her. Yet she found her feet didn’t seem inclined to follow her mind. However she felt Magnus’s hand grip her upper arm and tug, trying to pull her away. That was enough to snap her out of the trance of fear she had found herself stuck in.
As her own feet made to follow in the direction to the side, to safety. Only to stop short to find that danger lurked in a new way. The crowd around the food was a disaster - pushing and shoving, moving in all directions. All it would take is one ill-timed collision and she could easily end up underfoot. Her eyes drifted back towards the stampede.
She saw the Crown Prince racing to catch up, and another man on horseback approaching on the other side. Hopefully their efforts to corral the beasts would be effective, yet watching their approach, Myrrine feared that they didn’t have the time to wait and find out.
Her feet moved forward, ready to shove into the crowd, glancing over her shoulder to look at Magnus, who still had a firm grip on her arm. “There’s no choice,” she gasped in explanation, knowing that if he tried to hold her back she couldn’t overpower him. She could only think that hooves would cause far more injury than boots. Hopefully Magnus would agree with her assessment, otherwise, this evening might well be cut short.
For a moment her surprise at recognizing Magnus threw her completely. Truthfully, she hadn’t talked to him more than a handful of times, but she had seen him enough to recognize his face, even in the dimly lit night. It took a moment longer to realize that it only made sense he’d be out. Despite the fact that she knew him simply as Leto’s elder brother, he was Master Informer. Even if he worshiped neither Aries nor Hephaestus, which seemed likely, crowds of this size almost required his presence.
Myrrine nodded as he asked if she had been shoved as well. She might have elaborated if it weren’t for the sudden commotion that seemed to shake the ground itself.
His words seemed an understatement as the knowledge that they were moments from being trampled overwhelmed her. Yet she found her feet didn’t seem inclined to follow her mind. However she felt Magnus’s hand grip her upper arm and tug, trying to pull her away. That was enough to snap her out of the trance of fear she had found herself stuck in.
As her own feet made to follow in the direction to the side, to safety. Only to stop short to find that danger lurked in a new way. The crowd around the food was a disaster - pushing and shoving, moving in all directions. All it would take is one ill-timed collision and she could easily end up underfoot. Her eyes drifted back towards the stampede.
She saw the Crown Prince racing to catch up, and another man on horseback approaching on the other side. Hopefully their efforts to corral the beasts would be effective, yet watching their approach, Myrrine feared that they didn’t have the time to wait and find out.
Her feet moved forward, ready to shove into the crowd, glancing over her shoulder to look at Magnus, who still had a firm grip on her arm. “There’s no choice,” she gasped in explanation, knowing that if he tried to hold her back she couldn’t overpower him. She could only think that hooves would cause far more injury than boots. Hopefully Magnus would agree with her assessment, otherwise, this evening might well be cut short.
Thrasius would have been content enough to talk with this woman and her companion, though he had not yet added to the conversation, she seemed pleasant enough. He listened as she spoke, and was about to reply to her when suddenly the ground was shaking and there was some sort of commotion going on. People started flooding outside in a bit of a panic, seeing what was happening and making sure that there wasn’t an attack or something.
Thrasius knew that he would not be all that helpful in combat, but he thought he would try his best if that was what was happening. If he could reach his horse and get his bow, he might stand a chance of being some sort of use.
“I hate to cut our conversation short, but I must go see if help is needed.” He said, giving them both a quick little bow again before he hurried off as fast as his injured leg would let him, his own hunger forgotten as he was determined to find out what was happening and if there was anything he could do.
He was stopped though, as he spotted a small woman and a man attempting to make their way through the crowds. With how many soldiers were there, the two looked very out of place among them, and looked as if they were going to be trampled by the crowds of men as some vied for food and some wished to leave and go and help the two that raced after the donkeys on horseback.
He thought he wouldn’t be able to reach his horse in time to be any use, not with these crowds the way they were. He was steady on his feet considering, years of living with his leg brace and made him adjust everything to work around it.
He made his way through the crowd to the two people.
“Come on, stick close to me, I’ll get you through here.” He said to them both. There was no time for an introduction as the crowd only seemed to be getting more worked up and more dangerous.
He hoped that they would trust this random stranger, but didn’t have the chance to make sure, and didn’t think either of them would appreciate him grabbing their arm and pulling them along with him.
Thras started pushing his way through the crowd, carefully shoving people to the side to make a line through the group of people so he and the other two could make their escape onto the less crowded street, safe for the moment now that the donkeys had already passed by the area. Where they went from there would be up to them he supposed.
Between his loud shouts of “MOVE!” and his attempts at shoving people out of the way, he made a rather effective crowd clearer.
He made it outside and hurried off to the side away from the crowds, he had enough of crowds for the moment. When he made it, he turned to look and see if the other two had followed him so that he may offer a proper introduction to both of them.
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Thrasius would have been content enough to talk with this woman and her companion, though he had not yet added to the conversation, she seemed pleasant enough. He listened as she spoke, and was about to reply to her when suddenly the ground was shaking and there was some sort of commotion going on. People started flooding outside in a bit of a panic, seeing what was happening and making sure that there wasn’t an attack or something.
Thrasius knew that he would not be all that helpful in combat, but he thought he would try his best if that was what was happening. If he could reach his horse and get his bow, he might stand a chance of being some sort of use.
“I hate to cut our conversation short, but I must go see if help is needed.” He said, giving them both a quick little bow again before he hurried off as fast as his injured leg would let him, his own hunger forgotten as he was determined to find out what was happening and if there was anything he could do.
He was stopped though, as he spotted a small woman and a man attempting to make their way through the crowds. With how many soldiers were there, the two looked very out of place among them, and looked as if they were going to be trampled by the crowds of men as some vied for food and some wished to leave and go and help the two that raced after the donkeys on horseback.
He thought he wouldn’t be able to reach his horse in time to be any use, not with these crowds the way they were. He was steady on his feet considering, years of living with his leg brace and made him adjust everything to work around it.
He made his way through the crowd to the two people.
“Come on, stick close to me, I’ll get you through here.” He said to them both. There was no time for an introduction as the crowd only seemed to be getting more worked up and more dangerous.
He hoped that they would trust this random stranger, but didn’t have the chance to make sure, and didn’t think either of them would appreciate him grabbing their arm and pulling them along with him.
Thras started pushing his way through the crowd, carefully shoving people to the side to make a line through the group of people so he and the other two could make their escape onto the less crowded street, safe for the moment now that the donkeys had already passed by the area. Where they went from there would be up to them he supposed.
Between his loud shouts of “MOVE!” and his attempts at shoving people out of the way, he made a rather effective crowd clearer.
He made it outside and hurried off to the side away from the crowds, he had enough of crowds for the moment. When he made it, he turned to look and see if the other two had followed him so that he may offer a proper introduction to both of them.
Thrasius would have been content enough to talk with this woman and her companion, though he had not yet added to the conversation, she seemed pleasant enough. He listened as she spoke, and was about to reply to her when suddenly the ground was shaking and there was some sort of commotion going on. People started flooding outside in a bit of a panic, seeing what was happening and making sure that there wasn’t an attack or something.
Thrasius knew that he would not be all that helpful in combat, but he thought he would try his best if that was what was happening. If he could reach his horse and get his bow, he might stand a chance of being some sort of use.
“I hate to cut our conversation short, but I must go see if help is needed.” He said, giving them both a quick little bow again before he hurried off as fast as his injured leg would let him, his own hunger forgotten as he was determined to find out what was happening and if there was anything he could do.
He was stopped though, as he spotted a small woman and a man attempting to make their way through the crowds. With how many soldiers were there, the two looked very out of place among them, and looked as if they were going to be trampled by the crowds of men as some vied for food and some wished to leave and go and help the two that raced after the donkeys on horseback.
He thought he wouldn’t be able to reach his horse in time to be any use, not with these crowds the way they were. He was steady on his feet considering, years of living with his leg brace and made him adjust everything to work around it.
He made his way through the crowd to the two people.
“Come on, stick close to me, I’ll get you through here.” He said to them both. There was no time for an introduction as the crowd only seemed to be getting more worked up and more dangerous.
He hoped that they would trust this random stranger, but didn’t have the chance to make sure, and didn’t think either of them would appreciate him grabbing their arm and pulling them along with him.
Thras started pushing his way through the crowd, carefully shoving people to the side to make a line through the group of people so he and the other two could make their escape onto the less crowded street, safe for the moment now that the donkeys had already passed by the area. Where they went from there would be up to them he supposed.
Between his loud shouts of “MOVE!” and his attempts at shoving people out of the way, he made a rather effective crowd clearer.
He made it outside and hurried off to the side away from the crowds, he had enough of crowds for the moment. When he made it, he turned to look and see if the other two had followed him so that he may offer a proper introduction to both of them.
It was as if there was no right direction Magnus could go this time. In the distance, he saw the figure of the crown prince and his brother, but it was at a length too far for Magnus to have any form of conversation. Besides, he was a Master Informer, and no militant suited to help the crown prince in such a situation. He performed best providing information and working in the shadows, garnering bits of information otherwise unavailable to the royal family for their knowledge, but in instances which required brute strength, Magnus was simply not applicable.
So instead, he decided it would be the greatest help to simply stay out of the way, and take Myrrine out of harm's way at the same time. Leto would never forgive him if he allowed harm to befall a friend of hers, and while he had never had any form of extended contact with the young friend of his sister's, his sense of responsibility extended far too long for Magnus to simply leave her be in harms' way.
Ensuring Myrrine was at least by his side, he was inclined to agree with Myrrine in the lack of choice, when another man who was far more muscular and had likely more combat training then Magnus did, appear next to them. While it was common for Magnus to mistrust people first before deciding further, in such situations of trouble, it wasn't as if there was much choice. But the option this new man presented them was a far better option compared to Myrrine's choice of wanting to shove through the throngs. She was small in size, and Magnus had little muscle to his name - they were both not very capable in fighting and coming out victorious against a sea of panicking people.
So Magnus pushed Myrrine in between the male newcomer, and he took up the rear himself, following the swath the man cut through the crowd, Magnus ducked himself a little to ensure the closing ranks of the crowd wouldn't bowl him over as they made their way and attempted to find themselves on a less crowded street.
It was like a breath of fresh air by the time they finally broke through the thickest of the crowd, and Magnus used the back of his arm to wipe the light sheen of sweat off his brow, flicking a gaze over to Myrrine to check if she emerged unscathed as well, before turning over to offer the man a cordial smile. "Your assistance was much appreciated, sir...?" he trailed off, awaiting a name he could use.
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It was as if there was no right direction Magnus could go this time. In the distance, he saw the figure of the crown prince and his brother, but it was at a length too far for Magnus to have any form of conversation. Besides, he was a Master Informer, and no militant suited to help the crown prince in such a situation. He performed best providing information and working in the shadows, garnering bits of information otherwise unavailable to the royal family for their knowledge, but in instances which required brute strength, Magnus was simply not applicable.
So instead, he decided it would be the greatest help to simply stay out of the way, and take Myrrine out of harm's way at the same time. Leto would never forgive him if he allowed harm to befall a friend of hers, and while he had never had any form of extended contact with the young friend of his sister's, his sense of responsibility extended far too long for Magnus to simply leave her be in harms' way.
Ensuring Myrrine was at least by his side, he was inclined to agree with Myrrine in the lack of choice, when another man who was far more muscular and had likely more combat training then Magnus did, appear next to them. While it was common for Magnus to mistrust people first before deciding further, in such situations of trouble, it wasn't as if there was much choice. But the option this new man presented them was a far better option compared to Myrrine's choice of wanting to shove through the throngs. She was small in size, and Magnus had little muscle to his name - they were both not very capable in fighting and coming out victorious against a sea of panicking people.
So Magnus pushed Myrrine in between the male newcomer, and he took up the rear himself, following the swath the man cut through the crowd, Magnus ducked himself a little to ensure the closing ranks of the crowd wouldn't bowl him over as they made their way and attempted to find themselves on a less crowded street.
It was like a breath of fresh air by the time they finally broke through the thickest of the crowd, and Magnus used the back of his arm to wipe the light sheen of sweat off his brow, flicking a gaze over to Myrrine to check if she emerged unscathed as well, before turning over to offer the man a cordial smile. "Your assistance was much appreciated, sir...?" he trailed off, awaiting a name he could use.
It was as if there was no right direction Magnus could go this time. In the distance, he saw the figure of the crown prince and his brother, but it was at a length too far for Magnus to have any form of conversation. Besides, he was a Master Informer, and no militant suited to help the crown prince in such a situation. He performed best providing information and working in the shadows, garnering bits of information otherwise unavailable to the royal family for their knowledge, but in instances which required brute strength, Magnus was simply not applicable.
So instead, he decided it would be the greatest help to simply stay out of the way, and take Myrrine out of harm's way at the same time. Leto would never forgive him if he allowed harm to befall a friend of hers, and while he had never had any form of extended contact with the young friend of his sister's, his sense of responsibility extended far too long for Magnus to simply leave her be in harms' way.
Ensuring Myrrine was at least by his side, he was inclined to agree with Myrrine in the lack of choice, when another man who was far more muscular and had likely more combat training then Magnus did, appear next to them. While it was common for Magnus to mistrust people first before deciding further, in such situations of trouble, it wasn't as if there was much choice. But the option this new man presented them was a far better option compared to Myrrine's choice of wanting to shove through the throngs. She was small in size, and Magnus had little muscle to his name - they were both not very capable in fighting and coming out victorious against a sea of panicking people.
So Magnus pushed Myrrine in between the male newcomer, and he took up the rear himself, following the swath the man cut through the crowd, Magnus ducked himself a little to ensure the closing ranks of the crowd wouldn't bowl him over as they made their way and attempted to find themselves on a less crowded street.
It was like a breath of fresh air by the time they finally broke through the thickest of the crowd, and Magnus used the back of his arm to wipe the light sheen of sweat off his brow, flicking a gaze over to Myrrine to check if she emerged unscathed as well, before turning over to offer the man a cordial smile. "Your assistance was much appreciated, sir...?" he trailed off, awaiting a name he could use.
As Vangelis rode, he glanced to his side to spoke the Captain of Eubocris having a similar idea to himself. With he on the western side of the herd and Maleos on the eastern, they were giving a sort of funnel that would guide the crowd of animals, if they were able to get near enough to their head. For mules was stupid creatures that were often willing to obey the implied order of humans - even if they were technically superior in number and had every opportunity to rebel. With only a force of two, they would be able to bring the creatures to a stop, if they could find some way of gaining the attention of the leaders of the pack.
Hearing his name called, Vangelis turned to realise that Nike had caught up to them a little. How, he had no idea, but assumed she had taken a thinner and more direct path through the residences that would bring her closer to the animals that charged far faster than her own legs could carry her. In her arms was a rope that he immediately realised the use of. When she threw it, the end twisted in a lasso so that it might fly towards him with a surer aim, Vangelis didn't hesitate. His arm snatched out, his hand looping through lasso and then allowing him to spin his arm and wrap the length of rope around and around his forearm. As the length flapped about behind him, he was quick in reeling it in, his hands leaving Windrunner's reins and giving him his head.
Now with two hands, Vangelis could pull the rope in to his body, his legs keeping him balanced on the creature beneath him and his focus on the task at hand. He was quick to unfurl the piece and, bending low to keep his balance, he looked towards his comrade in this attempt.
"Maleos!" He called, dropping titles in the heat of the moment. His hands gestured to the rope he now held and made it clear that he intended to throw the opposing end towards the man. Once they held one each, they could try to throw the length forward and encircle the front of the herd that they couldn't quite catch up to... Not with the mules running based on severe fear and a step that wasn't careful of obstacle like their own mounts.
When he was sure he had the man's attention, Vangelis took the lassoed end that Nike had made good use of and calculated where he was to throw it. With the way they were moving and at the speed they were doing it, he measured that he needed to throw the rope as hard as he could several feet ahead of Maleos' steed. By the time it found its way to him, he would be on top of it.
Sending up an orison that his assessment - only cast by his eye - was accurate enough to see the plan through, he launched the rope across the backs of the mules, towards Maleos...
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As Vangelis rode, he glanced to his side to spoke the Captain of Eubocris having a similar idea to himself. With he on the western side of the herd and Maleos on the eastern, they were giving a sort of funnel that would guide the crowd of animals, if they were able to get near enough to their head. For mules was stupid creatures that were often willing to obey the implied order of humans - even if they were technically superior in number and had every opportunity to rebel. With only a force of two, they would be able to bring the creatures to a stop, if they could find some way of gaining the attention of the leaders of the pack.
Hearing his name called, Vangelis turned to realise that Nike had caught up to them a little. How, he had no idea, but assumed she had taken a thinner and more direct path through the residences that would bring her closer to the animals that charged far faster than her own legs could carry her. In her arms was a rope that he immediately realised the use of. When she threw it, the end twisted in a lasso so that it might fly towards him with a surer aim, Vangelis didn't hesitate. His arm snatched out, his hand looping through lasso and then allowing him to spin his arm and wrap the length of rope around and around his forearm. As the length flapped about behind him, he was quick in reeling it in, his hands leaving Windrunner's reins and giving him his head.
Now with two hands, Vangelis could pull the rope in to his body, his legs keeping him balanced on the creature beneath him and his focus on the task at hand. He was quick to unfurl the piece and, bending low to keep his balance, he looked towards his comrade in this attempt.
"Maleos!" He called, dropping titles in the heat of the moment. His hands gestured to the rope he now held and made it clear that he intended to throw the opposing end towards the man. Once they held one each, they could try to throw the length forward and encircle the front of the herd that they couldn't quite catch up to... Not with the mules running based on severe fear and a step that wasn't careful of obstacle like their own mounts.
When he was sure he had the man's attention, Vangelis took the lassoed end that Nike had made good use of and calculated where he was to throw it. With the way they were moving and at the speed they were doing it, he measured that he needed to throw the rope as hard as he could several feet ahead of Maleos' steed. By the time it found its way to him, he would be on top of it.
Sending up an orison that his assessment - only cast by his eye - was accurate enough to see the plan through, he launched the rope across the backs of the mules, towards Maleos...
As Vangelis rode, he glanced to his side to spoke the Captain of Eubocris having a similar idea to himself. With he on the western side of the herd and Maleos on the eastern, they were giving a sort of funnel that would guide the crowd of animals, if they were able to get near enough to their head. For mules was stupid creatures that were often willing to obey the implied order of humans - even if they were technically superior in number and had every opportunity to rebel. With only a force of two, they would be able to bring the creatures to a stop, if they could find some way of gaining the attention of the leaders of the pack.
Hearing his name called, Vangelis turned to realise that Nike had caught up to them a little. How, he had no idea, but assumed she had taken a thinner and more direct path through the residences that would bring her closer to the animals that charged far faster than her own legs could carry her. In her arms was a rope that he immediately realised the use of. When she threw it, the end twisted in a lasso so that it might fly towards him with a surer aim, Vangelis didn't hesitate. His arm snatched out, his hand looping through lasso and then allowing him to spin his arm and wrap the length of rope around and around his forearm. As the length flapped about behind him, he was quick in reeling it in, his hands leaving Windrunner's reins and giving him his head.
Now with two hands, Vangelis could pull the rope in to his body, his legs keeping him balanced on the creature beneath him and his focus on the task at hand. He was quick to unfurl the piece and, bending low to keep his balance, he looked towards his comrade in this attempt.
"Maleos!" He called, dropping titles in the heat of the moment. His hands gestured to the rope he now held and made it clear that he intended to throw the opposing end towards the man. Once they held one each, they could try to throw the length forward and encircle the front of the herd that they couldn't quite catch up to... Not with the mules running based on severe fear and a step that wasn't careful of obstacle like their own mounts.
When he was sure he had the man's attention, Vangelis took the lassoed end that Nike had made good use of and calculated where he was to throw it. With the way they were moving and at the speed they were doing it, he measured that he needed to throw the rope as hard as he could several feet ahead of Maleos' steed. By the time it found its way to him, he would be on top of it.
Sending up an orison that his assessment - only cast by his eye - was accurate enough to see the plan through, he launched the rope across the backs of the mules, towards Maleos...