With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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I don't think she does, Paul's pretty efficiently working past that wholy plot at seperating the Amazons from the rest of the world, which I think she's supporting?
Mithrandir
Endurance and victory!
- Location
- Lighting the Blue Beacons.
Typos:
"sugarcoat" is one word.
"revue" is word, but I don't think it's the one you meant.
- Location
- West Michigan
Ozzy can't be there, not if you want Dio supplying power metal vox (which any sane person does). The latter hated the former, mostly out of pride and envy but still. Cliff Burton is the obvious candidate for bass because it's only 2011 IC and Lemmy is still alive. Dimebag Darrell, Randy Rhoads, and Criss Oliva all had different guitar styles, but that could work to the new band's favor. The only two famous dead drummers I can think of both played rock, and I can't name any famous dead keyboardists but that position is optional so who cares.
Quorthon would be a great asset on songwriting, lyrics, vox, or guitar, but Hel might not want to give him up.
Quorthon would be a great asset on songwriting, lyrics, vox, or guitar, but Hel might not want to give him up.
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Sorry, Ozzy, but you'd definitely want Dio. \m/
Sithking Zero
High Priest of the First Church of The Deputy
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- Here
Olympians being Jerks? SWEET CHRISTMAS! NOTHING LIKE THIS HAS EVER HAPPENED BEFORE!
... This is a weird forum...
Yes. I love it too.
- Location
- Hampden Park
No, I think I meant 'reverie'. I couldn't spell it in a way which would persuade Word to give me the correct spelling.
Thank you.
Carpe Tempus (part 3)
- Location
- Hampden Park
20th March
09:51 GMT +3
It's got to be magic.
Amazon stonemasons are good, but this is an island. I'm well under sea level here and there's none of the signs of seepage that I expected. The air isn't even damp. I can't see any water extraction devices but however they've managed it rainwater doesn't appear to be getting in either. I could.. test it, have the ring transmute some water and see what happens to it… No. That's not appropriate. I can just ask them about it later.
My guide turns her head to look at me as we continue down the stone corridor. "Few of my sisters come here any longer. Fewer still would even consider the journey you are about to make."
"And I can't imagine there's a great deal of competition for your job either, Thana."
"Hm. True." Like virtually all Amazons it's impossible to tell her age by looking at her. Since she doesn't have the look of seniority that those who came here by boat have I'd.. guess that she was born on the island, but beyond that it's impossible to say. I wonder if all Amazons know how old all other Amazons are, or if even with three thousand years to get to know one another there are still people they just don't know that well. "The effect it had on the minds of my predecessors has rather put my sisters off. But that was a foolish tradition in any case."
"Yeah, how did that even get started? Your priestesshood can't have been doing thousand-year tours of duty in the Old City."
"It was felt at the time that -given how many had died during the war and in the escape- that some form of grand offering to the God of the Dead was the appropriate course of action. These catacombs are larger than any other temple on the island, larger even than those of the five. In the Old City it wasn't unusual for those of us who served Hades to spend weeks in isolation in the crypts…" She returns her attention to the passageway. "We had just been granted immortality, or at least the next best thing. I am sure that at the time agreeing a period of service of a thousand years sounded perfectly sensible."
"Are you a necromancer?"
She nods, slowly. "Lord Hades has granted me certain insights. Donna once told me that in the works of fiction of Man's World, necromancers are depicted as being able to conjure corpses and shades to do their bidding."
"It's hard to power game the ability to merely speak to the dead. Sort of an NPC class skill." Her eyebrows rise slightly. "Can you do those things?"
She shakes her head. "I am not the ruler of the dead. If this holy place was attacked, Lord Hades would most likely permit me to call some of my fallen sisters back into the living world to defend it, but I do not simply animate bones to serve my own needs." That fits with what Io told me about her metalwork. "I can speak with the dead, and that is a skill I prefer. In former times, I would have been the first person the guards called upon in the event of a violent death. Even now, my sisters do occasionally call upon my services to speak with their departed friends and kin."
"Has Had-. Has Lord Hades said anything about what I'm doing? The new pregnancies and the expanded contact with the outside world?"
"He has." She smiles. "But that is for him to discuss with you when you see him."
"So… He is alright with me seeking an audience?"
"I would not be guiding you if he were not."
Fair enough. "Are you able to speak to any dead, or just the dead who worshipped the Olympians in life?"
"The dead of Greece are easier, certainly, but Lord Hades has permitted me to treat with other death gods. It is not something I do frequently. There is little cause for it."
"Does that include monotheistic religions?"
She looks a little uncomfortable as we approach the huge fortified door which I can only assume is the entry point to the Underworld. "No. The rulers of the Silver City jealously guard their flocks. I still have burns on my shoulder from their rejection."
"Shouldn't those have healed? Usually Themyscira's blessings-."
"Yes. I believe they are making a point. Still, it was a useful reminder that not all gods are as merciful as ours."
Oh, snap! Take that, Abraham!
She stops just before the door and turns fully to face me. "Ordinarily at this point, I would warn one of my sisters against the perils of the Underworld. However, in your case, I imagine that such a warning is entirely unwarranted. Between your raw power and your warding tattoos I doubt that you will be troubled by anything.. in the outer parts, at least."
"Okay." I wait for her to open it. Nothing happens. "Um..?" I point at the door with my right forefinger.
"I'm afraid that you have to open it yourself."
Ring scan's not showing anything. Arcane boundary thing? I doubt that I'm going to be going under the Earth physically. Just have to hope that the magics of the place still work on me. Ah, right. I send my Spell Eater into subspace. Hm. There's probably some big death-related metaphor here but I'm just going to try shoving…
Huh.
That was easier than I thought it would be. Barely took any effort at all.
"Okay, I'm off. I'll try and be back before take-off." I walk through the opening and start down the steps. Braziers of ghostly white light are attached to the rough-hewn walls and the steep steps are cut directly into the rocks. I wonder..? I stop a few steps down and turn back to look at the upright part.
"Having second thoughts?"
"No, we've just got this expression where I'm from: 'The road to Hell is paved with good intentions'. There's a recurring joke about it being literally true, rather than just a metaphor for snowballing moral failings. I know that the Underworld is all of the Greek afterlife and that it's neither Hell nor a real Hell-equivalent. I just thought it would be amusing."
"I'm afraid that the masons who made this corridor would not have heard of that. And would probably be offended by the suggestion that they do anything so tawdry with so holy a site."
"Right, yeah. I suppose-."
"Those are further in."
I squint at her, but her poker face is impenetrable. I think that was an off-the-cuff, but I will be checking stones in the general vicinity of Tartarus proper. Turning back around, I carry on down the stairs. Ring, monitor our surroundings. I want to know when things start getting properly strange.
Compliance.
Can't see anything through the rocks. Can't see anything in front of me apart from the steps immediately around me and the twinkling lights in the distance. And.. that was the door behind me closing. Hm. I think this is supposed to be intimidating, but to be honest, after everything I've gone through recently it's a little dull.
Unable to detect Themyscira.
Would it be alright if I flew down? No, that's probably not a good idea.
…
Pffffffff.
Okay, absolutely no one I know who has died would have ended up here. No one I know well has died on this Earth, the Kahndaqis would have gone to the Silver City… Not sure where Missus Gordon-Hewitt would have gone.
…
I don't remember there being much Greek stuff in her house.
That could get weird.
…
How long's this going to take?
09:51 GMT +3
It's got to be magic.
Amazon stonemasons are good, but this is an island. I'm well under sea level here and there's none of the signs of seepage that I expected. The air isn't even damp. I can't see any water extraction devices but however they've managed it rainwater doesn't appear to be getting in either. I could.. test it, have the ring transmute some water and see what happens to it… No. That's not appropriate. I can just ask them about it later.
My guide turns her head to look at me as we continue down the stone corridor. "Few of my sisters come here any longer. Fewer still would even consider the journey you are about to make."
"And I can't imagine there's a great deal of competition for your job either, Thana."
"Hm. True." Like virtually all Amazons it's impossible to tell her age by looking at her. Since she doesn't have the look of seniority that those who came here by boat have I'd.. guess that she was born on the island, but beyond that it's impossible to say. I wonder if all Amazons know how old all other Amazons are, or if even with three thousand years to get to know one another there are still people they just don't know that well. "The effect it had on the minds of my predecessors has rather put my sisters off. But that was a foolish tradition in any case."
"Yeah, how did that even get started? Your priestesshood can't have been doing thousand-year tours of duty in the Old City."
"It was felt at the time that -given how many had died during the war and in the escape- that some form of grand offering to the God of the Dead was the appropriate course of action. These catacombs are larger than any other temple on the island, larger even than those of the five. In the Old City it wasn't unusual for those of us who served Hades to spend weeks in isolation in the crypts…" She returns her attention to the passageway. "We had just been granted immortality, or at least the next best thing. I am sure that at the time agreeing a period of service of a thousand years sounded perfectly sensible."
"Are you a necromancer?"
She nods, slowly. "Lord Hades has granted me certain insights. Donna once told me that in the works of fiction of Man's World, necromancers are depicted as being able to conjure corpses and shades to do their bidding."
"It's hard to power game the ability to merely speak to the dead. Sort of an NPC class skill." Her eyebrows rise slightly. "Can you do those things?"
She shakes her head. "I am not the ruler of the dead. If this holy place was attacked, Lord Hades would most likely permit me to call some of my fallen sisters back into the living world to defend it, but I do not simply animate bones to serve my own needs." That fits with what Io told me about her metalwork. "I can speak with the dead, and that is a skill I prefer. In former times, I would have been the first person the guards called upon in the event of a violent death. Even now, my sisters do occasionally call upon my services to speak with their departed friends and kin."
"Has Had-. Has Lord Hades said anything about what I'm doing? The new pregnancies and the expanded contact with the outside world?"
"He has." She smiles. "But that is for him to discuss with you when you see him."
"So… He is alright with me seeking an audience?"
"I would not be guiding you if he were not."
Fair enough. "Are you able to speak to any dead, or just the dead who worshipped the Olympians in life?"
"The dead of Greece are easier, certainly, but Lord Hades has permitted me to treat with other death gods. It is not something I do frequently. There is little cause for it."
"Does that include monotheistic religions?"
She looks a little uncomfortable as we approach the huge fortified door which I can only assume is the entry point to the Underworld. "No. The rulers of the Silver City jealously guard their flocks. I still have burns on my shoulder from their rejection."
"Shouldn't those have healed? Usually Themyscira's blessings-."
"Yes. I believe they are making a point. Still, it was a useful reminder that not all gods are as merciful as ours."
Oh, snap! Take that, Abraham!
She stops just before the door and turns fully to face me. "Ordinarily at this point, I would warn one of my sisters against the perils of the Underworld. However, in your case, I imagine that such a warning is entirely unwarranted. Between your raw power and your warding tattoos I doubt that you will be troubled by anything.. in the outer parts, at least."
"Okay." I wait for her to open it. Nothing happens. "Um..?" I point at the door with my right forefinger.
"I'm afraid that you have to open it yourself."
Ring scan's not showing anything. Arcane boundary thing? I doubt that I'm going to be going under the Earth physically. Just have to hope that the magics of the place still work on me. Ah, right. I send my Spell Eater into subspace. Hm. There's probably some big death-related metaphor here but I'm just going to try shoving…
Huh.
That was easier than I thought it would be. Barely took any effort at all.
"Okay, I'm off. I'll try and be back before take-off." I walk through the opening and start down the steps. Braziers of ghostly white light are attached to the rough-hewn walls and the steep steps are cut directly into the rocks. I wonder..? I stop a few steps down and turn back to look at the upright part.
"Having second thoughts?"
"No, we've just got this expression where I'm from: 'The road to Hell is paved with good intentions'. There's a recurring joke about it being literally true, rather than just a metaphor for snowballing moral failings. I know that the Underworld is all of the Greek afterlife and that it's neither Hell nor a real Hell-equivalent. I just thought it would be amusing."
"I'm afraid that the masons who made this corridor would not have heard of that. And would probably be offended by the suggestion that they do anything so tawdry with so holy a site."
"Right, yeah. I suppose-."
"Those are further in."
I squint at her, but her poker face is impenetrable. I think that was an off-the-cuff, but I will be checking stones in the general vicinity of Tartarus proper. Turning back around, I carry on down the stairs. Ring, monitor our surroundings. I want to know when things start getting properly strange.
Compliance.
Can't see anything through the rocks. Can't see anything in front of me apart from the steps immediately around me and the twinkling lights in the distance. And.. that was the door behind me closing. Hm. I think this is supposed to be intimidating, but to be honest, after everything I've gone through recently it's a little dull.
Unable to detect Themyscira.
Would it be alright if I flew down? No, that's probably not a good idea.
…
Pffffffff.
Okay, absolutely no one I know who has died would have ended up here. No one I know well has died on this Earth, the Kahndaqis would have gone to the Silver City… Not sure where Missus Gordon-Hewitt would have gone.
…
I don't remember there being much Greek stuff in her house.
That could get weird.
…
How long's this going to take?
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- Location
- madison
I really like how jaded OL has become, he is walking into the underworld and mostly he's just kinda bored.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
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- He/Him/His
Chronos* usually doesn't mean much when dealing with conceptual realms.
*Chronos is time as we understand it; second, hour, day, year, etc. Kairos is Time as it truly is; pure numbers with no measurement.
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Typo: attached
OL is probably the greatest source of entertainment that the Amazons have had in centuries.
The understated casualness of this story post has made it my favorite of the past dozen or more updates.
Silveraith
Argent Phantasm
- Location
- Terra Atlantus
I'm not sure how to respond to the discussion in this instalment.
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
Not
Yeah, I'm an atheist but out of all the religions personally feel that monotheistic ones near the bottom of the list while I found the polytheism more interesting and relatable to humans in general.
Nice to see that the DC universe is the same.
I mean the other Death Gods are cool with people talking to those they care for but angels are so dang uptight.
HanEmpire
Delicious
What does this signify? Is Paul yawning?
- Location
- USA
attached
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- Oblivion
Supposed to be "attached"?
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
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