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It was a struggle climbing the great stairs of the Nekromanteion with a small black lamb in his arms. Mainly the poor creature did not seem to care much for the dark caverns that made up the temple dedicated to @hades, but it didn’t have much of a choice. Not when Timaeus had a death grip on the poor creature as he did not want his gift to the God of the Underworld from wriggling away and causing chaos on the cusp of the request that the young man needed to make to the King who reigned below.
The Valaoritis lord was no stranger to the second floor of the temple. He had spent many evenings here speaking to the souls of his lost father and brother… but this time? Things were different. Timaeus could sense it as soon as he entered the chamber and saw how the space was more full than it had been two years ago. It wasn’t much of a mystery as to why it was this way though. The threat of Hades claiming them all had been looming over the city in the wake of the fires and with war looming over the horizon. Many people were scared into setting things right with the god so that they might spare them. Timaeus appeared to be one of those poor souls with the little lamb in his arms, a gift that might bring him enough favor to spare his skin in the sands of Egypt. However, Timaeus had brought it to hopefully earn the fulfillment of a different request...
Moving through the chamber, Timaeus kept a respectful distance from the other worshippers, keeping his head down as he moved towards the altar. The small lamb in his arms bleated weakly, but the Baron paid it no mind as he approached the priest overseeing the second floor and placed the creature over the stone basin. A few hushed words were passed between the two men, comments so inconsequential that the Baron could not even recall them a moment later, before the God of the Underworld’s servant stepped forward and quickly slit the dark lamb’s throat. Timaeus didn’t even so much as blink at the lamb’s quick end. After all, he was no stranger to this service and it had been a long time since his stomach churned from the knowledge that the knife’s deep crimson coloring did not come from rust, but instead from the dried blood of the thousand other creatures that had come before this now lifeless dark lamb.
A few prayers were said by the priest before the sacrifice was through. If the Baron wished, this could have been the moment that he could have taken his leave. He had done his duty and provided the God of the Underworld with the proper worship. However, Timaues’s business at the temple was not yet done. There was something that he had to ask the god, but it was not something that the young man wanted the priests overseeing the impromptu ceremony to say aloud for all those who were wishing to speak to lost love ones or beg for their own souls to hear. Not when it was something that he wished to keep between himself and Hades.
Timaeus did slip away when the priest called forward a slave to clear away the body. Traveling back towards the entrance of the cavern, the Valaoritis found an isolated spot away from the others. Hopefully, here he would not be overheard as the young man dropped to his knees and called upon the god in a quiet whisper, “O Great Hades, King of the Underworld and God of all that lies beneath me, I ask for your audience.” He didn’t know if the god would listen to the prayers of a mortal man like him, even following the gift that Timaeus had presented him. However, Timaeus had faith in his gods and he hoped that perhaps the lamb would be enough to turn Hades’ ear for a moment. “I know that I am just one mortal man and in the days to come you will hear the words of many of my brothers in arms who will come to you before our campaign. I am sure these words will be lost in their symphony, but if you can hear my whispers… I beg you to listen.”
At that moment, Timaeus’s breath hitched as the weight of the request that he was going to make weighed heavily on the Baron. How had things come to this? Where had he gone so wrong that there was nothing he could do to resolve this than to put his faith into the gods that everything would be alright in the end? It pained him greatly as even though he never doubted the path made by the Olympians, Timaeus had always believed that he could not rely on the Gods alone to choose his destiny. It was something he had to work for, aided by the courage and strength that he had been raised with. His fate was his own responsibility. It was up to him to fix the mistakes that were made and to right any wrongs that he may have committed. He had always lived this way… but now it was out of his control. He had failed and there was nothing he could do, but turn to the God of the Underworld and fall upon his knees.
“I do not come here to speak with my brother or my father as I have done in the past. Nor am I in your presence to beg for finding a fortune among the sand dunes in Egypt,” He started to say, hoping to catch the god’s attention by getting right to the meat of what he wanted to do and not waste the god’s time with the same prayer he would hear a thousand different times from a thousand different mouths, “Instead, I come here to ask for your mercy. Not upon myself, but for my brother. Silanos of Valaoritis.” The Baron paused for a moment, pushing away the dangerous thoughts of what danger the boy might be in when their journey across the sea ended with the two brothers by the sides of two different royals. There had been a knot of fear in his stomach since the realization had overcome him that there was nothing that Timaeus could do to keep him safe in the conflict. Not when Silanos was not under the careful watch of either himself or Maleos. “You have not met him, he is still here among us mortal men. However, he will sail to Egypt soon and I fear that he will never return home. I beg you, Great Hades, if he appears at your gates, turn him away.”
His eyes were misting. Timaeus tried to swallow down the hiccups that were threatening to choke his words and turn them into quiet sobs. However, it was quite a hopeless battle given how powerful the imagery of his brother never returning was to the Baron. Silanos may have brought the Baron to his wit’s end on countless occasions and he may be a threat to the legacy of their house, but… gods be good, Silanos was his brother. Even though the Baron had already lost a brother, he couldn’t fathom how painful the loss of the boy might be. The mere thought of it was enough to nearly bring the Baron to tears. He didn’t want to know how the actual pain would tear him apart.
“Command Thanatos to take me instead of him if you must, but please spare him until he may return home. I will do anything, pay any price if it means that he will be kept safe. Leave me to rot in the sands of Egypt, just not him.” His words were sincere as the lightest sob wracked his chest. Timaeus stifled it quickly so that he might not appear weak before the god. He knew that this was a request that Hades had no reason to fulfill. Neither Valaoritis boy had dedicated themselves to the god and they were just two more souls that eventually would greet Charon with coins for the ferry, just the same as everyone else. Besides the black lamb, neither boy had anything to offer the God besides promising to bring a steer to the temple upon their return in gratitude for fulfilling such a wish. Hades had every reason in the world to ignore Timaeus, but he had to pray that his words would break through to the deity. “He is just a boy who has done foolish things. He has yet to grow and learn the error of his ways, please, I beg of you, allow him that chance. I’ll do anything.”
For the next hour or so, Timaeus kept repeating this message as the guilt for failing to protect Silanos ate away at him. The Baron only rose much later when he felt that there was nothing else to say. As desperate as he was to see his brother protected in the upcoming conflict, Timaeus was sure that choked up rambling would not be received well by the gods. So, once he had reached the end of his request, the Baron was quick to take his leave. From there, he would make his way back to his household in the upper levels where he would have to put his faith into the hands of the gods as he started another round of drafts of letters that would never be sent to the boy in question.
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It was a struggle climbing the great stairs of the Nekromanteion with a small black lamb in his arms. Mainly the poor creature did not seem to care much for the dark caverns that made up the temple dedicated to @hades, but it didn’t have much of a choice. Not when Timaeus had a death grip on the poor creature as he did not want his gift to the God of the Underworld from wriggling away and causing chaos on the cusp of the request that the young man needed to make to the King who reigned below.
The Valaoritis lord was no stranger to the second floor of the temple. He had spent many evenings here speaking to the souls of his lost father and brother… but this time? Things were different. Timaeus could sense it as soon as he entered the chamber and saw how the space was more full than it had been two years ago. It wasn’t much of a mystery as to why it was this way though. The threat of Hades claiming them all had been looming over the city in the wake of the fires and with war looming over the horizon. Many people were scared into setting things right with the god so that they might spare them. Timaeus appeared to be one of those poor souls with the little lamb in his arms, a gift that might bring him enough favor to spare his skin in the sands of Egypt. However, Timaeus had brought it to hopefully earn the fulfillment of a different request...
Moving through the chamber, Timaeus kept a respectful distance from the other worshippers, keeping his head down as he moved towards the altar. The small lamb in his arms bleated weakly, but the Baron paid it no mind as he approached the priest overseeing the second floor and placed the creature over the stone basin. A few hushed words were passed between the two men, comments so inconsequential that the Baron could not even recall them a moment later, before the God of the Underworld’s servant stepped forward and quickly slit the dark lamb’s throat. Timaeus didn’t even so much as blink at the lamb’s quick end. After all, he was no stranger to this service and it had been a long time since his stomach churned from the knowledge that the knife’s deep crimson coloring did not come from rust, but instead from the dried blood of the thousand other creatures that had come before this now lifeless dark lamb.
A few prayers were said by the priest before the sacrifice was through. If the Baron wished, this could have been the moment that he could have taken his leave. He had done his duty and provided the God of the Underworld with the proper worship. However, Timaues’s business at the temple was not yet done. There was something that he had to ask the god, but it was not something that the young man wanted the priests overseeing the impromptu ceremony to say aloud for all those who were wishing to speak to lost love ones or beg for their own souls to hear. Not when it was something that he wished to keep between himself and Hades.
Timaeus did slip away when the priest called forward a slave to clear away the body. Traveling back towards the entrance of the cavern, the Valaoritis found an isolated spot away from the others. Hopefully, here he would not be overheard as the young man dropped to his knees and called upon the god in a quiet whisper, “O Great Hades, King of the Underworld and God of all that lies beneath me, I ask for your audience.” He didn’t know if the god would listen to the prayers of a mortal man like him, even following the gift that Timaeus had presented him. However, Timaeus had faith in his gods and he hoped that perhaps the lamb would be enough to turn Hades’ ear for a moment. “I know that I am just one mortal man and in the days to come you will hear the words of many of my brothers in arms who will come to you before our campaign. I am sure these words will be lost in their symphony, but if you can hear my whispers… I beg you to listen.”
At that moment, Timaeus’s breath hitched as the weight of the request that he was going to make weighed heavily on the Baron. How had things come to this? Where had he gone so wrong that there was nothing he could do to resolve this than to put his faith into the gods that everything would be alright in the end? It pained him greatly as even though he never doubted the path made by the Olympians, Timaeus had always believed that he could not rely on the Gods alone to choose his destiny. It was something he had to work for, aided by the courage and strength that he had been raised with. His fate was his own responsibility. It was up to him to fix the mistakes that were made and to right any wrongs that he may have committed. He had always lived this way… but now it was out of his control. He had failed and there was nothing he could do, but turn to the God of the Underworld and fall upon his knees.
“I do not come here to speak with my brother or my father as I have done in the past. Nor am I in your presence to beg for finding a fortune among the sand dunes in Egypt,” He started to say, hoping to catch the god’s attention by getting right to the meat of what he wanted to do and not waste the god’s time with the same prayer he would hear a thousand different times from a thousand different mouths, “Instead, I come here to ask for your mercy. Not upon myself, but for my brother. Silanos of Valaoritis.” The Baron paused for a moment, pushing away the dangerous thoughts of what danger the boy might be in when their journey across the sea ended with the two brothers by the sides of two different royals. There had been a knot of fear in his stomach since the realization had overcome him that there was nothing that Timaeus could do to keep him safe in the conflict. Not when Silanos was not under the careful watch of either himself or Maleos. “You have not met him, he is still here among us mortal men. However, he will sail to Egypt soon and I fear that he will never return home. I beg you, Great Hades, if he appears at your gates, turn him away.”
His eyes were misting. Timaeus tried to swallow down the hiccups that were threatening to choke his words and turn them into quiet sobs. However, it was quite a hopeless battle given how powerful the imagery of his brother never returning was to the Baron. Silanos may have brought the Baron to his wit’s end on countless occasions and he may be a threat to the legacy of their house, but… gods be good, Silanos was his brother. Even though the Baron had already lost a brother, he couldn’t fathom how painful the loss of the boy might be. The mere thought of it was enough to nearly bring the Baron to tears. He didn’t want to know how the actual pain would tear him apart.
“Command Thanatos to take me instead of him if you must, but please spare him until he may return home. I will do anything, pay any price if it means that he will be kept safe. Leave me to rot in the sands of Egypt, just not him.” His words were sincere as the lightest sob wracked his chest. Timaeus stifled it quickly so that he might not appear weak before the god. He knew that this was a request that Hades had no reason to fulfill. Neither Valaoritis boy had dedicated themselves to the god and they were just two more souls that eventually would greet Charon with coins for the ferry, just the same as everyone else. Besides the black lamb, neither boy had anything to offer the God besides promising to bring a steer to the temple upon their return in gratitude for fulfilling such a wish. Hades had every reason in the world to ignore Timaeus, but he had to pray that his words would break through to the deity. “He is just a boy who has done foolish things. He has yet to grow and learn the error of his ways, please, I beg of you, allow him that chance. I’ll do anything.”
For the next hour or so, Timaeus kept repeating this message as the guilt for failing to protect Silanos ate away at him. The Baron only rose much later when he felt that there was nothing else to say. As desperate as he was to see his brother protected in the upcoming conflict, Timaeus was sure that choked up rambling would not be received well by the gods. So, once he had reached the end of his request, the Baron was quick to take his leave. From there, he would make his way back to his household in the upper levels where he would have to put his faith into the hands of the gods as he started another round of drafts of letters that would never be sent to the boy in question.
It was a struggle climbing the great stairs of the Nekromanteion with a small black lamb in his arms. Mainly the poor creature did not seem to care much for the dark caverns that made up the temple dedicated to @hades, but it didn’t have much of a choice. Not when Timaeus had a death grip on the poor creature as he did not want his gift to the God of the Underworld from wriggling away and causing chaos on the cusp of the request that the young man needed to make to the King who reigned below.
The Valaoritis lord was no stranger to the second floor of the temple. He had spent many evenings here speaking to the souls of his lost father and brother… but this time? Things were different. Timaeus could sense it as soon as he entered the chamber and saw how the space was more full than it had been two years ago. It wasn’t much of a mystery as to why it was this way though. The threat of Hades claiming them all had been looming over the city in the wake of the fires and with war looming over the horizon. Many people were scared into setting things right with the god so that they might spare them. Timaeus appeared to be one of those poor souls with the little lamb in his arms, a gift that might bring him enough favor to spare his skin in the sands of Egypt. However, Timaeus had brought it to hopefully earn the fulfillment of a different request...
Moving through the chamber, Timaeus kept a respectful distance from the other worshippers, keeping his head down as he moved towards the altar. The small lamb in his arms bleated weakly, but the Baron paid it no mind as he approached the priest overseeing the second floor and placed the creature over the stone basin. A few hushed words were passed between the two men, comments so inconsequential that the Baron could not even recall them a moment later, before the God of the Underworld’s servant stepped forward and quickly slit the dark lamb’s throat. Timaeus didn’t even so much as blink at the lamb’s quick end. After all, he was no stranger to this service and it had been a long time since his stomach churned from the knowledge that the knife’s deep crimson coloring did not come from rust, but instead from the dried blood of the thousand other creatures that had come before this now lifeless dark lamb.
A few prayers were said by the priest before the sacrifice was through. If the Baron wished, this could have been the moment that he could have taken his leave. He had done his duty and provided the God of the Underworld with the proper worship. However, Timaues’s business at the temple was not yet done. There was something that he had to ask the god, but it was not something that the young man wanted the priests overseeing the impromptu ceremony to say aloud for all those who were wishing to speak to lost love ones or beg for their own souls to hear. Not when it was something that he wished to keep between himself and Hades.
Timaeus did slip away when the priest called forward a slave to clear away the body. Traveling back towards the entrance of the cavern, the Valaoritis found an isolated spot away from the others. Hopefully, here he would not be overheard as the young man dropped to his knees and called upon the god in a quiet whisper, “O Great Hades, King of the Underworld and God of all that lies beneath me, I ask for your audience.” He didn’t know if the god would listen to the prayers of a mortal man like him, even following the gift that Timaeus had presented him. However, Timaeus had faith in his gods and he hoped that perhaps the lamb would be enough to turn Hades’ ear for a moment. “I know that I am just one mortal man and in the days to come you will hear the words of many of my brothers in arms who will come to you before our campaign. I am sure these words will be lost in their symphony, but if you can hear my whispers… I beg you to listen.”
At that moment, Timaeus’s breath hitched as the weight of the request that he was going to make weighed heavily on the Baron. How had things come to this? Where had he gone so wrong that there was nothing he could do to resolve this than to put his faith into the gods that everything would be alright in the end? It pained him greatly as even though he never doubted the path made by the Olympians, Timaeus had always believed that he could not rely on the Gods alone to choose his destiny. It was something he had to work for, aided by the courage and strength that he had been raised with. His fate was his own responsibility. It was up to him to fix the mistakes that were made and to right any wrongs that he may have committed. He had always lived this way… but now it was out of his control. He had failed and there was nothing he could do, but turn to the God of the Underworld and fall upon his knees.
“I do not come here to speak with my brother or my father as I have done in the past. Nor am I in your presence to beg for finding a fortune among the sand dunes in Egypt,” He started to say, hoping to catch the god’s attention by getting right to the meat of what he wanted to do and not waste the god’s time with the same prayer he would hear a thousand different times from a thousand different mouths, “Instead, I come here to ask for your mercy. Not upon myself, but for my brother. Silanos of Valaoritis.” The Baron paused for a moment, pushing away the dangerous thoughts of what danger the boy might be in when their journey across the sea ended with the two brothers by the sides of two different royals. There had been a knot of fear in his stomach since the realization had overcome him that there was nothing that Timaeus could do to keep him safe in the conflict. Not when Silanos was not under the careful watch of either himself or Maleos. “You have not met him, he is still here among us mortal men. However, he will sail to Egypt soon and I fear that he will never return home. I beg you, Great Hades, if he appears at your gates, turn him away.”
His eyes were misting. Timaeus tried to swallow down the hiccups that were threatening to choke his words and turn them into quiet sobs. However, it was quite a hopeless battle given how powerful the imagery of his brother never returning was to the Baron. Silanos may have brought the Baron to his wit’s end on countless occasions and he may be a threat to the legacy of their house, but… gods be good, Silanos was his brother. Even though the Baron had already lost a brother, he couldn’t fathom how painful the loss of the boy might be. The mere thought of it was enough to nearly bring the Baron to tears. He didn’t want to know how the actual pain would tear him apart.
“Command Thanatos to take me instead of him if you must, but please spare him until he may return home. I will do anything, pay any price if it means that he will be kept safe. Leave me to rot in the sands of Egypt, just not him.” His words were sincere as the lightest sob wracked his chest. Timaeus stifled it quickly so that he might not appear weak before the god. He knew that this was a request that Hades had no reason to fulfill. Neither Valaoritis boy had dedicated themselves to the god and they were just two more souls that eventually would greet Charon with coins for the ferry, just the same as everyone else. Besides the black lamb, neither boy had anything to offer the God besides promising to bring a steer to the temple upon their return in gratitude for fulfilling such a wish. Hades had every reason in the world to ignore Timaeus, but he had to pray that his words would break through to the deity. “He is just a boy who has done foolish things. He has yet to grow and learn the error of his ways, please, I beg of you, allow him that chance. I’ll do anything.”
For the next hour or so, Timaeus kept repeating this message as the guilt for failing to protect Silanos ate away at him. The Baron only rose much later when he felt that there was nothing else to say. As desperate as he was to see his brother protected in the upcoming conflict, Timaeus was sure that choked up rambling would not be received well by the gods. So, once he had reached the end of his request, the Baron was quick to take his leave. From there, he would make his way back to his household in the upper levels where he would have to put his faith into the hands of the gods as he started another round of drafts of letters that would never be sent to the boy in question.