Everyone sooner or later will be in his eternal care; why would he bother meeting them before it's their time?
Legends Unbound. (Adventure in the Trojan Saga and Try to Survive.)
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Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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Persephone is the one who makes house calls
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- Second French Empire
Didn't posiden S-A Medusa and she was a priestess? If so that won't protect the daughter, if she is beautiful just make her seem ugly I'm sure there are a few myths that involve making a pretty woman hide her beauty
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yes, but tell me how many other priestess you known that got graped compared to number of normal girls
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I'm just pointing out that being a priestess is not a sure way of protecting a woman from catching a gods eye. That's why I offered an alternative idea
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Book 0: Beginnings
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Book 0: Beginnings
All you could see were the vast fields of wheat that your family had tended to for generations. The golden stalks stretched out before you, shimmering in the sunlight like an endless sea. Bees and flies buzzed lazily around, drawn to the sweet scent of the ripening grain. The gentle breeze of the fall air caused the wheat to sway rhythmically, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic rustle. You stood there, breathing in the crisp air, feeling a deep connection to the land that had shaped your life and the lives of those who came before you.
You then took a deep breath and exhaled, watching as the wind seemed to pause along with your concentration. "Father, have you considered growing more root vegetables in our crops? Something hardier that can grow with less care?"
Your father did not look up from the scythe he was diligently sharpening. Instead, he turned slightly and smiled. "Nope."
Undeterred, you pressed on. "But think about it. Out of everything we can plant, root vegetables can thrive even with minimal attention. We could use our-"
"It's not my choice to begin growing different crops when my king demands me to grow wheat."
At that, you sighed. "Well at least consider it."
"I have, and the answer is still no," he replied quietly.
"Did you even consider it?" you asked, frustration creeping into your voice.
"We have work to do, and you need to realize something. We are lucky to have this land, and we've been fortunate that our crops weren't destroyed in the last storms," he stated firmly. "I take the whispers of the gods as a sign. I just wish you did too."
"The gods have never helped us with anything. They care more about the world than our own struggles. We're not priests, kings, or heroes. We are beneath their notice."
"And we should be thankful that we are beneath them. We only need to worry about the crops, the winds, and the rains. Having enough to eat and keeping our house standing," he replied, his tone softening but resolute.
Your father then rose and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Is this about me refusing to buy you armor to train and try to join the guard?"
You shook your head, but your resolve wavered. "No, not that at all." Seeing the frown deepen on your father's face, you sighed. "Alright, maybe it is a little bit."
"I taught you well enough. You don't need fancy armor to have your wits about you."
"well I can't go wearing your armor, everyone would know that you gave it to me. and I can't embarrass you like that, begging for your tools."
He then glanced at the sun, noticing it was near noon. With a chuckle, he said, "Alright, fine. We'll get some training in."
"Now?" you asked, surprised. "What about the fields?"
"How about this: beat me, son, and you can have the rest of the day off. I can hire that shepherd to help me... the one with his head in the clouds, always thinking he's destined for something bigger." There was a catch, of course.
"What's the catch?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.
"The catch is, if you lose, you'll be working all by yourself for the rest of the day. And I'll make sure you come to market with me tomorrow. Because I know you hate the market as much as I do," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye as he began walking towards the cart where his weapons lay. And yours.
He removed the tarp to reveal his wooden practice shield and sword. "You get the helmet," he said, tossing it to you.
"But I hate the helmet," you complained, frowning as you caught it.
"It will keep you alive. And if you hate it that much, you can always try to lose it. But then I'll aim for your head," he said with a grin.
Reluctantly, you put the helmet on, still unhappy with its weight and awkward fit. It was uncomfortable and heavy, but you knew he was right—it was for your own good. As you adjusted the straps, your father stood ready, shield and sword in hand, his stance relaxed but focused.
"Ready when you are," he said, his eyes gleaming with the anticipation of the challenge. The fields, the crops, and the gods' whispers all seemed to fade away as you faced each other, the training ground now your entire world.
What is your weapon?:
[]Spear and shield.
[]Sword and shield
[]Sword
[]Shield
[]Scythe
[]Ax
How do you fight your father?:
[]write in
AN: Enjoy.
All you could see were the vast fields of wheat that your family had tended to for generations. The golden stalks stretched out before you, shimmering in the sunlight like an endless sea. Bees and flies buzzed lazily around, drawn to the sweet scent of the ripening grain. The gentle breeze of the fall air caused the wheat to sway rhythmically, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic rustle. You stood there, breathing in the crisp air, feeling a deep connection to the land that had shaped your life and the lives of those who came before you.
You then took a deep breath and exhaled, watching as the wind seemed to pause along with your concentration. "Father, have you considered growing more root vegetables in our crops? Something hardier that can grow with less care?"
Your father did not look up from the scythe he was diligently sharpening. Instead, he turned slightly and smiled. "Nope."
Undeterred, you pressed on. "But think about it. Out of everything we can plant, root vegetables can thrive even with minimal attention. We could use our-"
"It's not my choice to begin growing different crops when my king demands me to grow wheat."
At that, you sighed. "Well at least consider it."
"I have, and the answer is still no," he replied quietly.
"Did you even consider it?" you asked, frustration creeping into your voice.
"We have work to do, and you need to realize something. We are lucky to have this land, and we've been fortunate that our crops weren't destroyed in the last storms," he stated firmly. "I take the whispers of the gods as a sign. I just wish you did too."
"The gods have never helped us with anything. They care more about the world than our own struggles. We're not priests, kings, or heroes. We are beneath their notice."
"And we should be thankful that we are beneath them. We only need to worry about the crops, the winds, and the rains. Having enough to eat and keeping our house standing," he replied, his tone softening but resolute.
Your father then rose and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Is this about me refusing to buy you armor to train and try to join the guard?"
You shook your head, but your resolve wavered. "No, not that at all." Seeing the frown deepen on your father's face, you sighed. "Alright, maybe it is a little bit."
"I taught you well enough. You don't need fancy armor to have your wits about you."
"well I can't go wearing your armor, everyone would know that you gave it to me. and I can't embarrass you like that, begging for your tools."
He then glanced at the sun, noticing it was near noon. With a chuckle, he said, "Alright, fine. We'll get some training in."
"Now?" you asked, surprised. "What about the fields?"
"How about this: beat me, son, and you can have the rest of the day off. I can hire that shepherd to help me... the one with his head in the clouds, always thinking he's destined for something bigger." There was a catch, of course.
"What's the catch?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.
"The catch is, if you lose, you'll be working all by yourself for the rest of the day. And I'll make sure you come to market with me tomorrow. Because I know you hate the market as much as I do," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye as he began walking towards the cart where his weapons lay. And yours.
He removed the tarp to reveal his wooden practice shield and sword. "You get the helmet," he said, tossing it to you.
"But I hate the helmet," you complained, frowning as you caught it.
"It will keep you alive. And if you hate it that much, you can always try to lose it. But then I'll aim for your head," he said with a grin.
Reluctantly, you put the helmet on, still unhappy with its weight and awkward fit. It was uncomfortable and heavy, but you knew he was right—it was for your own good. As you adjusted the straps, your father stood ready, shield and sword in hand, his stance relaxed but focused.
"Ready when you are," he said, his eyes gleaming with the anticipation of the challenge. The fields, the crops, and the gods' whispers all seemed to fade away as you faced each other, the training ground now your entire world.
What is your weapon?:
[]Spear and shield.
[]Sword and shield
[]Sword
[]Shield
[]Scythe
[]Ax
How do you fight your father?:
[]write in
AN: Enjoy.
no axe and shield? is the axe 2 handed so we can't have both?
Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
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- He/Him
[JK] Write-In: Pickaxe
"I have a pickaxe, and I'll put it through your teeth!!"
–Technoblade, 2020.
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding* "I'm having fun..."
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding* "I dropped out of college for this.
[X]Ax
The Axe of Peace! What better way to bring about peace than killing anyone who dares disrupt it?
[X] Spear and shield.
But spear too if necessary.
[X] Write-in: Use your weapon's longer reach(assuming that it has a longer range) to attack your father from a distance. Maintain an aggressive stance with lunges, swipes, and swings, but be careful not to commit too quickly.
"I have a pickaxe, and I'll put it through your teeth!!"
–Technoblade, 2020.
So I did what any self-respecting Skyblock player would do and sat in the shop menu buying ice for thirty minutes.
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding* "I'm having fun..."
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding* "I dropped out of college for this.
[X]Ax
The Axe of Peace! What better way to bring about peace than killing anyone who dares disrupt it?
[X] Spear and shield.
But spear too if necessary.
[X] Write-in: Use your weapon's longer reach(assuming that it has a longer range) to attack your father from a distance. Maintain an aggressive stance with lunges, swipes, and swings, but be careful not to commit too quickly.
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[X] Scythe
Lets cut down our enemies with the same tool we use to harvest our wheat.
Lets cut down our enemies with the same tool we use to harvest our wheat.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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No, there is a reason why the ax is without a shield.
[X]Sword
I'm going with the classics, by the power of the Chinese fanfiction protagonists to whom even the gods would bow, behold the Divine Main Character Sword!
[JK] Shovel
Hear ye, hear ye, all will fall, when the shovel goes in ye.Charge brothers, FOR THE EMPEROR!
I'm going with the classics, by the power of the Chinese fanfiction protagonists to whom even the gods would bow, behold the Divine Main Character Sword!
[JK] Shovel
Hear ye, hear ye, all will fall, when the shovel goes in ye.
[X] Sword and shield
[X] Write In: Training is training, you're here to practice and learn, lets keep the spar going as long as possible while still going all out
[X] Write In: Training is training, you're here to practice and learn, lets keep the spar going as long as possible while still going all out
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X]Spear and shield
- Location
- Second French Empire
[X] Plan: Big Brain time
-[X] Spear and shield.
-[X] Write in: keep your distance with your father, your foremost advantage with a spear is the nimbleness and reach it grants you, be light on your toes and thrust your spear at him. When he defends quickly change your position and attack him at another angle continually (High-low and horizontaly). During your attack also try to misdirect your father with false thrusts of your spear to open up his defense.If your father does end up closing the distance despite your efforts fight dirty, bash him with your sheild, kick dust and dirt up in the air to disoriented him and use your spear to choke him.
-[X] Spear and shield.
-[X] Write in: keep your distance with your father, your foremost advantage with a spear is the nimbleness and reach it grants you, be light on your toes and thrust your spear at him. When he defends quickly change your position and attack him at another angle continually (High-low and horizontaly). During your attack also try to misdirect your father with false thrusts of your spear to open up his defense.If your father does end up closing the distance despite your efforts fight dirty, bash him with your sheild, kick dust and dirt up in the air to disoriented him and use your spear to choke him.
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- Second French Empire
If we want to win best we start getting in the habit of being an annoying bastard to deal with
- Location
- Second French Empire
Did poleaxes exist in ancient times?
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Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Hmm... It seems there weren't that many two-handed axes back then. I'll probably stich for a spear, then.
I think I actually threw up a little in my mouth reading that.
Why? Just why?
Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
- Pronouns
- He/Him
To be fair, this is something Techno would totally have said. After all, he had vast knowledge about ancient China.
- Location
- Second French Empire
My CN novel traumas just got violently thrown right back into my face
[X] Big Brain time
Correct me if I'm wrong, but with enough int stats, we could invent the phalanx formation.
During the Iliad, the warfare depicted is more heroic and individualistic, focusing on the deeds of individual warriors and their duels. Battles often involve chaotic melees, so if we developed a more disciplined and organized formation... then athena will hate because it wasn't her idea and ares wont like us because its less chaotic lmao idk
Correct me if I'm wrong, but with enough int stats, we could invent the phalanx formation.
During the Iliad, the warfare depicted is more heroic and individualistic, focusing on the deeds of individual warriors and their duels. Battles often involve chaotic melees, so if we developed a more disciplined and organized formation... then athena will hate because it wasn't her idea and ares wont like us because its less chaotic lmao idk
