A Modern Day Demigod Fantasy RP By Ontorisa; Presented by The Pub, a P2TM RP Group.
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Near Hurnville, Texas
United States of America
April 29 2016
Sammy Beauguard looked at the medium-sized, heavily decorated wooden coffin sitting in front of her as her three friends, Toby Gregors, Diana Samuelsson and Keith MacNeill stood around the cramped, ancient room. Beauguard, with all of her time serving the Gods and her time on various quests, had never seen the designs on the coffin. It was mostly Greek letters, Greek drawings, but there was a bit of Latin written on it. Of course, her understanding of Ancient Greek, despite being the Daughter of Apollo, was limited. Looking back at her friends, she motioned to the most proficient in Greek, Gregors, to read what was on it.
"What's up Sammy?" Toby asked her.
"Here, there's a ton of Ancient Greek written all over this coffin." Sammy looked at Toby, before pointing at the various Greek letters. "Mind being the translator?"
"For sure." Toby bent over to get a better look at what it said.
It was only for a few moments, but Toby stood back up and looked back at Sammy, visibly shaken. He breathed quickly before looking at each of them, something was not right at all. Toby took another breath before he gathered himself.
"We need to go." Toby said, determination and fear in his voice.
"Now?" Someone else asked.
"Now."
Sammy stepped out from the room into an open, underground room. Drawing her sword, she looked around at the three corridors leading into the room, one on each side. Toby arrived behind her, Diana and Keith behind him, with their Celestial Bronze swords drawn, ready for combat.
"What did it say Toby?" Sammy asked quickly, as she scanned the room before locating the corridor they had come from.
"One sec." Toby took his time before reciting what he had read. "A forgotten enemy shall rise again, A Gods' Bane, The sides shall unite, Forced together to fall or fight."
"Reassuring." Keith muttered in the back as Sammy made her way to the right-most corridor, her sword still in her hand.
As they made their way down the corridor, and eventually to a set of steps that brought them upwards to a small landing, that was equally ancient as the structure below, Sammy could hear talking from the other side of the wall. Of course the structure wasn't that deep, why would it be? Looking around the dimly lit room, Sammy eventually found her way to the door that led outside. The fossil stone door, with various symbols written all over it was in her way. Looking around the door for a switch or lever, Sammy eventually made up her mind to push the bulging circle at the top of the door.
With a click, the door moved slowly to the right, inside of the wall. Outside, a silver Ford Pick-Up awaited them. The demigod they had left above to guard the door, James Zuckerson, was gone. Sammy puffed her cheeks as she stepped outside, looking around before sheathing her sword. Her small group emerged as well, all of them following Sammy.
"Where's James?" Keith asked, spinning about, trying to figure out where he was. "He was up here when we went down."
"I know Keith, something's not right." Sammy responded, before she saw a figure of someone approaching them from a distance away. "James?!"
The figure got closer, a young man who couldn't have been older than 20-years old. His khaki shorts were caked in dust while his long brown hair was brought back in a simple knot. His white and green striped shirt however, was tattered, almost ripped apart. Sammy looked as James Zuckerson drew closer, before she saw what was in his hand. A composite bow, but no quiver?
"James?" Diana called out to him, but he ignored her, staring blankly at Sammy. "James? Where'd you get the bow?"
Without any warning, Jason stopped before raising the bow. Suddenly, an arrow appeared in his hand as he drew the arrow back, the string obeying his command.
"Oh shit!" Toby shouted as the group ducked for cover.
The arrow whizzed over the head of Sammy as she leaped behind the Ford. It embedded itself in the dirt a few feet away from Sammy. Another arrow whizzed by before Sammy drew her sword. 4 against 1, whatever James was doing, he was about to get himself killed.
"Toby! Take Diana and flank around the building!" Sammy shouted an order to Toby. "Keith! Hang tight! I'll be there in a sec!"
"Got it Sam!" Toby and Diana quickly peeled from their cover and ran to the opposite side of the building they had just come out of.
"What in the name of the Gods is he doing?!" Keith shrieked, another arrow whizzing over his head.
As Keith complained about arrows being shot at him, Sammy snuck a look around the end of the truck. James was getting closer and closer, taking a few steps before materializing another arrow in his hand. He shot it at Sammy, but the arrow missed her face by inches, hitting the truck instead. Yelling at Keith to charge him, Sammy readied herself, sword in hand and charged James.
Just as she did that, James' bow transformed in front of her into a wicked, 4 foot spear. He smiled before side stepping Sammy's charge. He didn't miss Keith's charge however, who landed a well placed strike on James' chest. What Sammy expected was for James to fall over and bleed to death, instead he simply took a step back, gold liquid leaking from the wound. No, not just any gold liquid, Ichor, the blood of the Gods. Both Sammy and Keith looked at not-really-James, who grinned at them.
"You both have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." James said, looking at them with evil in his eyes. "He shall rise again, stronger and extract his revenge. Too bad your friends won't be there to see it."
James' spear first impaled the stunned Keith, who did little to react to it. Pushing the spear through Keith, James then slammed the spear on the ground before pushing Keith's body off with his foot. Sammy struck him with her sword, right across the face. James retaliated, bringing the butt of the spear up, aiming at Sammy's face. Dodging by bringing her head back, Sammy called out for Diana and Toby, who were just nearing the corner.
Flipping the spear into his hand, James aimed and threw it at the two incoming demigods, the spear screaming in the air before impaling Diana's shoulder. She howled in pain and collapsed. Toby didn't pay her attention for now, it was a fight of survival right now.
"That wasn't smart James." Toby growled as he ran in, his sword swinging but only hitting where James had been a second ago.
Sammy came in with an underhand jab, aiming for James' torso, but missed. Instead, James sidestepped, grabbing her arm and wrist, pulling her in before disarming her sword from her. He kicked it up to himself, parred an incoming strike from Toby before managing to nick the back of his arm. Toby grasped it, looking shocked at what had just happened, turning a bit pale. James finished him off, hitting Toby's sword hard enough that Toby's sword arm flailed to the right, leaving his torso open for a strike. Holding her wrist, which throbbed painfully, Sammy only watched as James cut Toby down.
She sniffed, in pain, waiting for James to cut her down as well. Instead he loomed over her, grabbing her head and forcing her to look up at him. James had grown at least two feet, his body becoming much more muscular. A beard had quickly grew on his face as James, didn't look like James anymore.
"Do you know who I am?" The voice was deeper, booming with power.
"N-No." Sammy managed, gripping her arm.
"I am Lelantos, Titan of Air and Stalking Prey." Lelantos eyes gleamed at Sammy. "And you are my prey."
Sammy wheeled her eyes shut, waiting for the immense pain to commence. Instead, she heard a dry, rasp laugh from Lelantos. Opening her eyes, Sammy saw Lelantos shake his head sideways, still chuckling.
"Your friends were expendable, they were not part of my King's plan." Lelantos told her, before bringing up Sammy's right arm, forcing her hand open and placing some sort of medallion in it. "I want you to keep me informed of the Greeks' movements, plans and quests."
"W-Why?" Sammy asked, Lelantos' eyes boring into hers.
"That's none of your concern. Understand that if you agree to do this for me, you will be rewarded greatly, Samantha Beauguard." Lelantos closed her hand before letting it droop by her side. "Do not attempt to inform your low life brethren however. I will know about it, and you will suffer a worse death than your friends have endured today."
A gurgle could be heard, as Diana tried sitting up, the spear still in her shoulder. Sammy quickly looked over, Lelantos following her gaze. He sighed, almost bored with Diana already before he walked over and withdrew the spear. Diana screamed in pain before Lelantos put her out of her misery. He drew the spear out again, and made it disappear in a bright flash of light. Just watching him, Sammy felt a wave of nausea and sorrow wash over her. In just 5 minutes, Sammy had just lost some of the closest friends she had ever made. Feeling a tear run down her face, Sammy collapsed, her body jerking as she began to cry pitifully. It didn't last long before Lelantos pulled her up, making her look at his face.
His eyes were not brown anymore, but rather gold. Almost solid gold. The eyes of a Titan. Sammy made key observations about his face. A scar ran down the right side of it, and it looked to have been there for a while. Some memento from the War of the Titans or something rather recent? Sammy couldn't tell as Lelantos kept her locked with his gaze.
"Do we have a deal, Samantha?" Lelantos asked her.
Sammy nodded pitifully, what did she have to lose?
The Greek Hamlet of Olympus
United States of America
May 4th 2016
Anthony Hoffman looked around the spacious housing accommodation that many called "The Athena Joint". It was the house were the Athena Group have lived in for years, with each bedroom having two beds in them. Sitting on the couch while watching a game of baseball on the television, Anthony could only imagine how the Athena Joint must have looked like back in the 1990's, 1980's, 1970's and so forth.
The small TV room's walls were covered in various schematics of electronic devices, architecture, engineering, everyone's favourite historical general and a photo of Athena, just small enough and located in a corner so it would be pretty funny to look at. A few of the Athenian demigods were in the room with Anthony, watching the MLB game. Peter Hawkons, a recent inductee into the hamlet who was from Tampa Bay, Florida, Zach Lewis, one of the older demigods in the group from Winnipeg, Canada and also the funniest guy in the Athena Joint, Cody Delacroix, a 19-year old local guy from the Bronx and finally, Amanda Franson, a down-to-earth girl from New Orleans. And right now, some of the brightest minds in Olympus or even in the United States, were all watching the New York Yankees get absolutely smoked by the Kansas City Royals.
"Morales with a drive to left field and it is gone! Boom baby!" The announcer on the television screamed out loud as a good portion of the group groaned. "The score is now 16-5 for the Royals! And it looks like the Yankees pitcher is getting the yank!"
"This is so stupid." Zach complained, motioning at the TV, sitting up from a leather LaZy Boy arm chair. "No way should the Yankees suck this bad."
"They've been pretty shit for a while Zach." Peter snorted at Zach's complaining. "Relax eh?"
"Yeah but, haven't the Yankees always been good?" Zach leaned back, puffing out his cheeks.
Anthony's phone buzzed suddenly in his pocket as he picked it up. The caller ID said Erin McKenzie, one of the most influential people in the Greek faction. Why the hell was she calling Anthony?
Swiping the small icon right, Anthony placed his iPhone to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hi Anthony, this is Erin." Erin spoke crisply into the phone. "We have a situation, two actually."
"You want me to head over or-"
"No, I want you to plan this yourself. First of all, a demigod has surfaced in downtown New York. The sentries say that they don't know who his godly parent is, but he's got some sort of power and shit. This is huge, honestly, and we've never seen something like this before. Secondly, you remember Sammy Beauguard?" Erin explained the two situations briefly. "Both her and her group that set out last week haven't been back yet, and the Council's starting to get concerned about that."
"I can do the rogue demigod, but why worry about Sammy? She knows what she's doing, right?" Anthony replied, stepping outside of the TV Room for privacy. "Have you told Lan yet? He should know if one of his siblings are MIA."
"Not yet, he's the guy I was gonna call right after." Erin sighed on the other end, sounding a bit stressed. "Listen, this is top shit, Derek's been getting these visions about this enormous guy covered in soot, fire and reeks of disaster, rising up from the earth. Plus he's been getting brief voices from the Gods, specifically Athena, in his head saying The two must reunite, the Truce has broken."
"You think the Romans have something to do with this?" Anthony put on a pair of flip-flops, opened up the front door and left the Athena Joint, walking down a stone path to the Main House, where Erin would be.
"Potentially, but I'm more concerned about our people, rather than the fucking Romans." Erin hissed, hating the thought of working with the Romans. "I'm telling you right now Anthony, there's some deep shit coming up ahead, and I'd love for us to get these two issues resolved before we start worrying about Derek's visions and voices in his head."
"Gotcha, I'll round up a few people and head out to grab that demigod." Anthony nodded to himself.
"And Anthony?"
"Yep?"
"Be careful, yeah? The world's not as safe as it used to be out there."
"You worry about Sammy and Derek, I'll worry about the world."
The Roman Villa of Praetoria
United States of America
May 4th 2016
A sharp rap at Crystal's door was the only thing that took to wake her up from her slumber in her Dormitorio Praetor. Groaning, she checked the clock to see what time it was. 8:21 AM the clock read in bold red numbers. Fixing her hair up into a messy bun, she stood up in the relatively cramped room. A simple double bed with various sheets, a small laptop on top of a smaller computer desk with one of those cool wheely chairs were tucked in a corner. Across the walls were pictures of her and fellow Roman demigods on various expeditions across the western United States, some of them in the most unusual spots like Mount Rushmore. An old, wooden dresser with an equally old mirror sat near the door. Quickly changing into shorts and a light blue t-shirt, Crystal finally opened up the door to come face-to-face with fellow Praetor Cole Xavier. He towered over Crystal, almost threateningly before he nodded.
"You ready? Morning address is in a few minutes." Cole asked her, running his hand through his dark brown hair.
"Yeah, gimmie a sec. I'll meet you outside of the Dormitorio." Crystal spoke quickly before hopping over in the bathroom that the two shared, located in between their rooms.
Inside, Crystal brushed her teeth, washed her face and briefly brushed her hair before stepping back out into the long, dimly lit hallway. The Dormitorio Praetor was probably a 200 year old building, but it had tradition. The first Praetors of the Romans in North America slept in here when it was considered to be brand new. Various small and cramped rooms, originally meant for Roman demigods, were being converted into offices for the Senators of the Roman Senate. They were simply a desk, a couple of chairs and a ton of paperwork. Senators didn't have it easy it appeared.
Opening up the double doors and stepping outside into the warm, breezy, Californian air, Crystal breathed in a helping of the wonderfully fresh air. Every single day here, she cherished. And the view from the Villa was to die for, located just high enough so that you could get a good mixture of the Los Angeles skyline and nature's beauty.
"Shit, I'm hungry." Crystal murmured as she met with Cole. "Mess Hall first?"
"Hah, aren't you always hungry?" Cole shook his head at her. "Can't, Morning Address is in about 8 minutes. We're not about to be the first Praetors late to an Address."
"Ugh, Cole, you die hard." Crystal poked fun at him, lightly punching him on the shoulder. "Fine. I just hope the Mess Hall has omelettes or something nice this morning. Getting pretty tired of just eating cereal."
"Glutton." Cole muttered, smiling at Crystal.
"Excuse me Mr. I've-Beaten-The-Record-For-Most-Chicken-Wings-Eaten-In-One-Sitting? What did you just say?" Crystal retorted, playfully acting hurt. "And you're calling me a glutton."
Traditionally, it was typical for the Praetors of the Roman Demigods to be completely friendly with each other, treating each other more like best friends than colleagues. It was that chemistry between Crystal and Cole that helped the Roman Demigods perform to the best of their abilities. Both of them relied on each other to cover each others' workload, help out and to direct the initiates.
"I'm just saying, you eating five bowls of cereal and wanting Nutella and toast after is pretty un-Praetor like." Cole laughed as Crystal shook her head. "Come on, those chicken wings were tiny. Three of them would count for an actual chicken wing."
"Yeah, yeah, let's just go do this address and then make fun of each other after." Crystal winked at Cole before walking towards the parade square.