The chatbox has been hidden for this page. It will reopen upon refresh. To hide the CBox permanently, select "Permanently Toggle Cbox" in your profile User Settings.
This chatbox is hidden. To reopen, edit your User Settings.
For the briefest moment, a voice in Hector's mind could not help but think the words 'how stupid...' when assessing the situation.
It all happened so fast. In an instant, the crowd surged, seeming to drag as many people in different directions as possible. Demi was nearly caught in the flood before Ariadne turned herself into a lifeline, clinging to them both. Hector naturally grabbed hold of his daughter, looping an arm around her waist and then pulling her in as close as he could, trying to grasp a hold onto Demi's arm as well.
It was mildly successful, and with his arms around both of the women in his care, he tried to hold still like a stone in the midst of rapids. Above him he heard screaming as something hard and sharp - a knee perhaps? - clocked him right above the brow. Stars bloomed behind his eyes for a moment and it took him a moment register his daughters words, looking into her frightened eyes.
Then, instinct kicked in.
Almost as if incited by the blow, his frustration seemed to melt away from him into something steely and calm, particularly as his eyes looked around, making a quick assessment of their party. Chrysanthe had disappeared. Both Antonis girls gone too. And above their head, as if drawing the current of the crowd, were two screaming nobles. Lady Sofia, he was certain he recognized, but...the other...ah, yes. The youngest Stravos, though he could not recall her name in all this.
There was no doubt in his mind that if the crowd had its way, he might never see those girls again.
However, it was another scream that drew his attention, as among the flow of the crowd pushing towards whichever destination the two unfortunate noblewomen were being carried, a smaller circle had formed. From there he could see on the far side of the circle, as if spun out by a whirlpool, were Chrysanthe and Hebe of Antonis. Good. One thing handled. If so...
That meant Lady Marietta was somewhere in the midst of that violence, and he felt a soldier's iron and determination harden him in that moment. There was a shift in his stance, a slight tightening flex in his arms, as both his brows and his voice lowered, a distinct shift from Father to warrior in an instant.
"Chrysanthe and Lady Hebe are over there. Get to them then get ALL of you pressed against some building, away from the heart of the crowd. Go. NOW." As if swimming to the shore of a flowing river, he tugged the two of them somewhat against the grain of the crowd. With them being so interested in the 'sacrifices' that were about to be made, the crowds thinned around them considerably, enough so for him to all but shove Ariadne and Demi in the direction of the other two other women.
Then, shouldering himself through the crowd and using his strength to all but pull some of the assaulters out of the way.
"STOP. MOVE." He bellowed a few times, serving as a right distraction and surprise for the angry citizens. A brute briefly turned his attention to Hector, spitting angry heedless words in his face before Hector reeled his arm back and the man was quickly silenced by the force of the blow. By shoving the man back towards a quarter of the crowd, they proved distracted and dismayed. Yet, it served the purpose of creating a break in the crowd so he could see the curled form of Lady Marietta on the ground.
Hector could not take them all, but even without having eaten himself for the past few days, his training and muscle memory could do a good deal of damage...at least for a time.
Peeling the people out of the way and throwing fists when necessary, he had nearly made it to the middle when he felt no less than three or four other sets of hands drag at him, something akin to an elbow crashing with his jaw. He was going down, he knew it, but if he could aim just right, he could at least do so in attempting to cover the blows from raining on the Antonis noblewoman.
Then, a sudden streak of white cleared one corner of the circle swiftly, accompanied by screams and the unmistakable sound of horses hooves on the cobblestones. Then, as second blur - this time black, and now clearly atop the horse he could see the unmistakable colors of the Athenian guard. The hands that held him almost immediately released and the shadow of a crowd seemed to move away, scattering but collecting in pools of bodies as the thunder of hooves made their towards the Palati.
This was the opportunity he needed, and though some stayed around Lady Marietta's curled form, he was able to make his way to her, looping his arms around her and lifting her from the ground.
"I've got you...I've got you.." he insisted, expecting that as someone who had just been assaulted significantly, she might resist. Attempting to grab a better hold of her, he looked up suddenly to see another galloping horse approaching them, and took in a brief gasp and braced himself as his shoulder collided with the animal's for a moment - a sharp, searing pain there lingering a moment as he spun around from the blow. It took a moment for him to steady his stance, keeping them from falling to the ground again, to certain death beneath horses hooves, before he bolted towards the side of the nearest building amidst the crowd and clouds of dust.
"ARIADNE! DEMI!" he shouted, hoping that his daughter or lover might hear him over the crowd and direct him to her and, what he hoped, would be the rest of their party. Thinking his heard his name in a direction, he made his way to a side of a building, taking a moment to look down at the beaten, bleeding woman in his arms.
"You're going to be alright...we're going to get you home...I promise.."
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
For the briefest moment, a voice in Hector's mind could not help but think the words 'how stupid...' when assessing the situation.
It all happened so fast. In an instant, the crowd surged, seeming to drag as many people in different directions as possible. Demi was nearly caught in the flood before Ariadne turned herself into a lifeline, clinging to them both. Hector naturally grabbed hold of his daughter, looping an arm around her waist and then pulling her in as close as he could, trying to grasp a hold onto Demi's arm as well.
It was mildly successful, and with his arms around both of the women in his care, he tried to hold still like a stone in the midst of rapids. Above him he heard screaming as something hard and sharp - a knee perhaps? - clocked him right above the brow. Stars bloomed behind his eyes for a moment and it took him a moment register his daughters words, looking into her frightened eyes.
Then, instinct kicked in.
Almost as if incited by the blow, his frustration seemed to melt away from him into something steely and calm, particularly as his eyes looked around, making a quick assessment of their party. Chrysanthe had disappeared. Both Antonis girls gone too. And above their head, as if drawing the current of the crowd, were two screaming nobles. Lady Sofia, he was certain he recognized, but...the other...ah, yes. The youngest Stravos, though he could not recall her name in all this.
There was no doubt in his mind that if the crowd had its way, he might never see those girls again.
However, it was another scream that drew his attention, as among the flow of the crowd pushing towards whichever destination the two unfortunate noblewomen were being carried, a smaller circle had formed. From there he could see on the far side of the circle, as if spun out by a whirlpool, were Chrysanthe and Hebe of Antonis. Good. One thing handled. If so...
That meant Lady Marietta was somewhere in the midst of that violence, and he felt a soldier's iron and determination harden him in that moment. There was a shift in his stance, a slight tightening flex in his arms, as both his brows and his voice lowered, a distinct shift from Father to warrior in an instant.
"Chrysanthe and Lady Hebe are over there. Get to them then get ALL of you pressed against some building, away from the heart of the crowd. Go. NOW." As if swimming to the shore of a flowing river, he tugged the two of them somewhat against the grain of the crowd. With them being so interested in the 'sacrifices' that were about to be made, the crowds thinned around them considerably, enough so for him to all but shove Ariadne and Demi in the direction of the other two other women.
Then, shouldering himself through the crowd and using his strength to all but pull some of the assaulters out of the way.
"STOP. MOVE." He bellowed a few times, serving as a right distraction and surprise for the angry citizens. A brute briefly turned his attention to Hector, spitting angry heedless words in his face before Hector reeled his arm back and the man was quickly silenced by the force of the blow. By shoving the man back towards a quarter of the crowd, they proved distracted and dismayed. Yet, it served the purpose of creating a break in the crowd so he could see the curled form of Lady Marietta on the ground.
Hector could not take them all, but even without having eaten himself for the past few days, his training and muscle memory could do a good deal of damage...at least for a time.
Peeling the people out of the way and throwing fists when necessary, he had nearly made it to the middle when he felt no less than three or four other sets of hands drag at him, something akin to an elbow crashing with his jaw. He was going down, he knew it, but if he could aim just right, he could at least do so in attempting to cover the blows from raining on the Antonis noblewoman.
Then, a sudden streak of white cleared one corner of the circle swiftly, accompanied by screams and the unmistakable sound of horses hooves on the cobblestones. Then, as second blur - this time black, and now clearly atop the horse he could see the unmistakable colors of the Athenian guard. The hands that held him almost immediately released and the shadow of a crowd seemed to move away, scattering but collecting in pools of bodies as the thunder of hooves made their towards the Palati.
This was the opportunity he needed, and though some stayed around Lady Marietta's curled form, he was able to make his way to her, looping his arms around her and lifting her from the ground.
"I've got you...I've got you.." he insisted, expecting that as someone who had just been assaulted significantly, she might resist. Attempting to grab a better hold of her, he looked up suddenly to see another galloping horse approaching them, and took in a brief gasp and braced himself as his shoulder collided with the animal's for a moment - a sharp, searing pain there lingering a moment as he spun around from the blow. It took a moment for him to steady his stance, keeping them from falling to the ground again, to certain death beneath horses hooves, before he bolted towards the side of the nearest building amidst the crowd and clouds of dust.
"ARIADNE! DEMI!" he shouted, hoping that his daughter or lover might hear him over the crowd and direct him to her and, what he hoped, would be the rest of their party. Thinking his heard his name in a direction, he made his way to a side of a building, taking a moment to look down at the beaten, bleeding woman in his arms.
"You're going to be alright...we're going to get you home...I promise.."
For the briefest moment, a voice in Hector's mind could not help but think the words 'how stupid...' when assessing the situation.
It all happened so fast. In an instant, the crowd surged, seeming to drag as many people in different directions as possible. Demi was nearly caught in the flood before Ariadne turned herself into a lifeline, clinging to them both. Hector naturally grabbed hold of his daughter, looping an arm around her waist and then pulling her in as close as he could, trying to grasp a hold onto Demi's arm as well.
It was mildly successful, and with his arms around both of the women in his care, he tried to hold still like a stone in the midst of rapids. Above him he heard screaming as something hard and sharp - a knee perhaps? - clocked him right above the brow. Stars bloomed behind his eyes for a moment and it took him a moment register his daughters words, looking into her frightened eyes.
Then, instinct kicked in.
Almost as if incited by the blow, his frustration seemed to melt away from him into something steely and calm, particularly as his eyes looked around, making a quick assessment of their party. Chrysanthe had disappeared. Both Antonis girls gone too. And above their head, as if drawing the current of the crowd, were two screaming nobles. Lady Sofia, he was certain he recognized, but...the other...ah, yes. The youngest Stravos, though he could not recall her name in all this.
There was no doubt in his mind that if the crowd had its way, he might never see those girls again.
However, it was another scream that drew his attention, as among the flow of the crowd pushing towards whichever destination the two unfortunate noblewomen were being carried, a smaller circle had formed. From there he could see on the far side of the circle, as if spun out by a whirlpool, were Chrysanthe and Hebe of Antonis. Good. One thing handled. If so...
That meant Lady Marietta was somewhere in the midst of that violence, and he felt a soldier's iron and determination harden him in that moment. There was a shift in his stance, a slight tightening flex in his arms, as both his brows and his voice lowered, a distinct shift from Father to warrior in an instant.
"Chrysanthe and Lady Hebe are over there. Get to them then get ALL of you pressed against some building, away from the heart of the crowd. Go. NOW." As if swimming to the shore of a flowing river, he tugged the two of them somewhat against the grain of the crowd. With them being so interested in the 'sacrifices' that were about to be made, the crowds thinned around them considerably, enough so for him to all but shove Ariadne and Demi in the direction of the other two other women.
Then, shouldering himself through the crowd and using his strength to all but pull some of the assaulters out of the way.
"STOP. MOVE." He bellowed a few times, serving as a right distraction and surprise for the angry citizens. A brute briefly turned his attention to Hector, spitting angry heedless words in his face before Hector reeled his arm back and the man was quickly silenced by the force of the blow. By shoving the man back towards a quarter of the crowd, they proved distracted and dismayed. Yet, it served the purpose of creating a break in the crowd so he could see the curled form of Lady Marietta on the ground.
Hector could not take them all, but even without having eaten himself for the past few days, his training and muscle memory could do a good deal of damage...at least for a time.
Peeling the people out of the way and throwing fists when necessary, he had nearly made it to the middle when he felt no less than three or four other sets of hands drag at him, something akin to an elbow crashing with his jaw. He was going down, he knew it, but if he could aim just right, he could at least do so in attempting to cover the blows from raining on the Antonis noblewoman.
Then, a sudden streak of white cleared one corner of the circle swiftly, accompanied by screams and the unmistakable sound of horses hooves on the cobblestones. Then, as second blur - this time black, and now clearly atop the horse he could see the unmistakable colors of the Athenian guard. The hands that held him almost immediately released and the shadow of a crowd seemed to move away, scattering but collecting in pools of bodies as the thunder of hooves made their towards the Palati.
This was the opportunity he needed, and though some stayed around Lady Marietta's curled form, he was able to make his way to her, looping his arms around her and lifting her from the ground.
"I've got you...I've got you.." he insisted, expecting that as someone who had just been assaulted significantly, she might resist. Attempting to grab a better hold of her, he looked up suddenly to see another galloping horse approaching them, and took in a brief gasp and braced himself as his shoulder collided with the animal's for a moment - a sharp, searing pain there lingering a moment as he spun around from the blow. It took a moment for him to steady his stance, keeping them from falling to the ground again, to certain death beneath horses hooves, before he bolted towards the side of the nearest building amidst the crowd and clouds of dust.
"ARIADNE! DEMI!" he shouted, hoping that his daughter or lover might hear him over the crowd and direct him to her and, what he hoped, would be the rest of their party. Thinking his heard his name in a direction, he made his way to a side of a building, taking a moment to look down at the beaten, bleeding woman in his arms.
"You're going to be alright...we're going to get you home...I promise.."
Before this moment, Danae would have not gone as far as to ever say that the people loved her or her family. The burning of their home just a few months ago had taught her that this wasn’t the case. She was more than aware of the fact that they hated her brother and her lot was lumped into his just by the sheer fact that they had the same last name. Danae was not foolish enough to think any differently. However, she had been naive enough to not consider that the hatred within the peasantry for her family name was strong enough for this. Never in a thousand years did Danae ever think that any angry mob would destroy the unspoken barrier that stood between the social classes and decide that their grievances were strong enough that they could kill members of the nobility. It was completely unfathomable to think that anyone, let alone Athenians, would do such a thing. Had Danae not had the misfortune of feeling grubby hands claw at her like beasts swarming upon a kill, she might have thought it was some terrible nightmare.
But it was real.
Oh, gods, it was real.
Her dress was practically in tatters from all the horrible hands passing her along to the palati gates, chanting for her death all the way. The young girl couldn’t do much about that though as her hands and feet continued to scrabble for some sort of chance to escape. Maybe if she kneed the right person in the face… or hit them with her tiny fists… maybe, just maybe that would be enough force for them to drop her. However, no matter how much Danae fought and the rare times she was able to get one person to let go, there were always five people ready to take their place. It was useless. Danae was just one girl against a literal angry mob that was not going to quell their rage until her blood stained the steps of the palati. She could fight all she wanted, but there was no point. Danae wasn’t going to win. She was going to die.
Tears welled in her eyes at the sheer injustice of it all. Danae had spent all of her life as a pawn of her brother. Sixteen terrible years of being bullied by him before he began to gamble away everything he held dear. She had lost her nobility, her dignity, but that hadn’t been enough. The sixteen-year-old was going to lose her life in his cause to be king. Danae did not want to admit it, but she knew that even if the worst befell her and she died that evening -- it was unlikely that Elias would care that she was gone. The rest of her family would mourn her, but her brother? He’d probably make her into some sort of martyr for his own selfish purposes -- continuing to use her as some sort of puppet even in death. Danae didn’t want that. Obviously. She wanted to live, but she had spent so long trying to separate herself from Elias -- trying to convince her father that gender be damned, she was the one who was worthy of carrying on his legacy. Now it would amount to nothing. Everything she had done would go out like the flickering flame of a candle, snuffed out far too soon.
Danae had lost track of Sofia as the blows and scrapes continued to rain down upon her as they were moved to the gates. It was hard to see much of anything as her eyes blurred with tears of both pain and fear. However, that didn’t stop Danae from calling out Sofia’s name as the familiar looming structure surrounding the prized jewel of the Inner Circle came into view. “Sofia?! Sofia!?!” Danae didn’t have the faintest clue if her cousin could hear her over the din of people. Not that it really mattered anyway, the two girls were just as helpless as each other in terms of the danger they faced. They wouldn’t even be able to take comfort in not being alone for this ordeal. Not when their own terror was being reflected back upon them in each other’s expressions.
The only glimmer of hope that either girl could possibly have at this moment came when the crowd finally reached the gate and the girl’s crowd surfing adventure finally came to an end. Now that they were at the gates, the peasants that held them now had them upright but stuck in tight grips that the girls couldn’t shake as more hands rushed forward to stick their claws into the girls that they blamed for all their problems. All those who weren’t trying to tear the girl limb from limb as Danae screamed bloody murder were trying to scramble up the gates, making some sort of sick and morbid human chain to the top of the spikes so they could lift the girls up and skewer them upon. Danae could feel her stomach physically drop as she saw this happen, especially as the guards on the other side of the fenced wall were not fast enough to try and knock every person back down. They were no match for this mob fueled by anger. Time seemed to slow as Danae was forced to watch the amount of effort that was being put in for her murder.., only for it to speed up again as the crowd tried to push her forward.
Her voice had already gone hoarse from all the screaming that she had done, but a new sound of terror escaped her throat as the mass of bodies shoved forward. Danae expected that at moment she would lifted from off her feet and carried upwards to the top of the wall that she had always seen as a symbol of safety. However… that didn’t happen. Instead, the mob just kept pushing forward and forward, squeezing the noble girl against the gate almost as if they were trying to escape something. It didn’t make sense to Danae who was struggling to breathe amid the mass of bodies, but soon enough a very distinct noise began to rise above the din of the mob.
Horses.
A small glimmer of hope rose up in Danae as she heard this, knowing from the sheer sound of it that there were far too many to have belonged to the peasantry as they would have been slaughtered for food. So, obviously, this had to be someone who was on their side. This was only confirmed when Danae saw a glimmer of blue sitting atop the grand steeds as they pushed their way through the crowd, keeping the rowdy mob back through the use of swords. It was the Athenian guard, sent to quell the crowd. For the first time since Taureas had first rushed into the courtyard did Danae feel genuine hope that things were going to be alright. Especially as the guard seemed to be focused on getting to her and Sofia based on the direction that they were heading. Danae had no idea that these men were sent by the cousin that usually did not give a damn about her and maybe if she did, she would certainly be compelled to mutter at least a kind word of thanks to him… if the men could first get the girls out of this terrible situation safely.
The mobs were not keen on letting go of their captives so easily. That was made more than clear on how the grip on the girl seemed to tighten as she was jerked in all sorts of different directions, trying to get her out of the way of the soldiers, but the peasant’s confusion and desire to save their own skins meant that there was no cohesiveness to the action. Instead, it only meant that the armored guard was able to get closer to the girls. One particularly strong member of the mob tried to snatch her away just as some of the men dismounted and moved forward with shields drawn. As the Athenian Guard was well fed and trained, it wasn’t that difficult for them to push forward, sending the peasants holding onto Danae to let go, allowing her to rush forward to the safety of the guard. Looking around wildly, Danae could see that she was alone as they moved back to the horses, escorting the one girl that they had to the horses, heaving her up into a saddle shared by another guard. Danae clutched onto him as she watched the guards move back forward, trying now to save Sofia who had been pushed away from her in the chaos.
Now that she was safe, all Danae could do was pray that her cousin would also be rescued in between words of thanks to whatever god had taken mercy upon them. Though the girl might be a bit pre-emptive on her assumptions that everything was going to be fine. The guard might be here, but that was no guarantee that they were out of danger yet.
In truth, with an angry mob still surrounding them, they were far from being truly safe. If that was something that meant anything anymore in the wake of such chaos.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Before this moment, Danae would have not gone as far as to ever say that the people loved her or her family. The burning of their home just a few months ago had taught her that this wasn’t the case. She was more than aware of the fact that they hated her brother and her lot was lumped into his just by the sheer fact that they had the same last name. Danae was not foolish enough to think any differently. However, she had been naive enough to not consider that the hatred within the peasantry for her family name was strong enough for this. Never in a thousand years did Danae ever think that any angry mob would destroy the unspoken barrier that stood between the social classes and decide that their grievances were strong enough that they could kill members of the nobility. It was completely unfathomable to think that anyone, let alone Athenians, would do such a thing. Had Danae not had the misfortune of feeling grubby hands claw at her like beasts swarming upon a kill, she might have thought it was some terrible nightmare.
But it was real.
Oh, gods, it was real.
Her dress was practically in tatters from all the horrible hands passing her along to the palati gates, chanting for her death all the way. The young girl couldn’t do much about that though as her hands and feet continued to scrabble for some sort of chance to escape. Maybe if she kneed the right person in the face… or hit them with her tiny fists… maybe, just maybe that would be enough force for them to drop her. However, no matter how much Danae fought and the rare times she was able to get one person to let go, there were always five people ready to take their place. It was useless. Danae was just one girl against a literal angry mob that was not going to quell their rage until her blood stained the steps of the palati. She could fight all she wanted, but there was no point. Danae wasn’t going to win. She was going to die.
Tears welled in her eyes at the sheer injustice of it all. Danae had spent all of her life as a pawn of her brother. Sixteen terrible years of being bullied by him before he began to gamble away everything he held dear. She had lost her nobility, her dignity, but that hadn’t been enough. The sixteen-year-old was going to lose her life in his cause to be king. Danae did not want to admit it, but she knew that even if the worst befell her and she died that evening -- it was unlikely that Elias would care that she was gone. The rest of her family would mourn her, but her brother? He’d probably make her into some sort of martyr for his own selfish purposes -- continuing to use her as some sort of puppet even in death. Danae didn’t want that. Obviously. She wanted to live, but she had spent so long trying to separate herself from Elias -- trying to convince her father that gender be damned, she was the one who was worthy of carrying on his legacy. Now it would amount to nothing. Everything she had done would go out like the flickering flame of a candle, snuffed out far too soon.
Danae had lost track of Sofia as the blows and scrapes continued to rain down upon her as they were moved to the gates. It was hard to see much of anything as her eyes blurred with tears of both pain and fear. However, that didn’t stop Danae from calling out Sofia’s name as the familiar looming structure surrounding the prized jewel of the Inner Circle came into view. “Sofia?! Sofia!?!” Danae didn’t have the faintest clue if her cousin could hear her over the din of people. Not that it really mattered anyway, the two girls were just as helpless as each other in terms of the danger they faced. They wouldn’t even be able to take comfort in not being alone for this ordeal. Not when their own terror was being reflected back upon them in each other’s expressions.
The only glimmer of hope that either girl could possibly have at this moment came when the crowd finally reached the gate and the girl’s crowd surfing adventure finally came to an end. Now that they were at the gates, the peasants that held them now had them upright but stuck in tight grips that the girls couldn’t shake as more hands rushed forward to stick their claws into the girls that they blamed for all their problems. All those who weren’t trying to tear the girl limb from limb as Danae screamed bloody murder were trying to scramble up the gates, making some sort of sick and morbid human chain to the top of the spikes so they could lift the girls up and skewer them upon. Danae could feel her stomach physically drop as she saw this happen, especially as the guards on the other side of the fenced wall were not fast enough to try and knock every person back down. They were no match for this mob fueled by anger. Time seemed to slow as Danae was forced to watch the amount of effort that was being put in for her murder.., only for it to speed up again as the crowd tried to push her forward.
Her voice had already gone hoarse from all the screaming that she had done, but a new sound of terror escaped her throat as the mass of bodies shoved forward. Danae expected that at moment she would lifted from off her feet and carried upwards to the top of the wall that she had always seen as a symbol of safety. However… that didn’t happen. Instead, the mob just kept pushing forward and forward, squeezing the noble girl against the gate almost as if they were trying to escape something. It didn’t make sense to Danae who was struggling to breathe amid the mass of bodies, but soon enough a very distinct noise began to rise above the din of the mob.
Horses.
A small glimmer of hope rose up in Danae as she heard this, knowing from the sheer sound of it that there were far too many to have belonged to the peasantry as they would have been slaughtered for food. So, obviously, this had to be someone who was on their side. This was only confirmed when Danae saw a glimmer of blue sitting atop the grand steeds as they pushed their way through the crowd, keeping the rowdy mob back through the use of swords. It was the Athenian guard, sent to quell the crowd. For the first time since Taureas had first rushed into the courtyard did Danae feel genuine hope that things were going to be alright. Especially as the guard seemed to be focused on getting to her and Sofia based on the direction that they were heading. Danae had no idea that these men were sent by the cousin that usually did not give a damn about her and maybe if she did, she would certainly be compelled to mutter at least a kind word of thanks to him… if the men could first get the girls out of this terrible situation safely.
The mobs were not keen on letting go of their captives so easily. That was made more than clear on how the grip on the girl seemed to tighten as she was jerked in all sorts of different directions, trying to get her out of the way of the soldiers, but the peasant’s confusion and desire to save their own skins meant that there was no cohesiveness to the action. Instead, it only meant that the armored guard was able to get closer to the girls. One particularly strong member of the mob tried to snatch her away just as some of the men dismounted and moved forward with shields drawn. As the Athenian Guard was well fed and trained, it wasn’t that difficult for them to push forward, sending the peasants holding onto Danae to let go, allowing her to rush forward to the safety of the guard. Looking around wildly, Danae could see that she was alone as they moved back to the horses, escorting the one girl that they had to the horses, heaving her up into a saddle shared by another guard. Danae clutched onto him as she watched the guards move back forward, trying now to save Sofia who had been pushed away from her in the chaos.
Now that she was safe, all Danae could do was pray that her cousin would also be rescued in between words of thanks to whatever god had taken mercy upon them. Though the girl might be a bit pre-emptive on her assumptions that everything was going to be fine. The guard might be here, but that was no guarantee that they were out of danger yet.
In truth, with an angry mob still surrounding them, they were far from being truly safe. If that was something that meant anything anymore in the wake of such chaos.
Before this moment, Danae would have not gone as far as to ever say that the people loved her or her family. The burning of their home just a few months ago had taught her that this wasn’t the case. She was more than aware of the fact that they hated her brother and her lot was lumped into his just by the sheer fact that they had the same last name. Danae was not foolish enough to think any differently. However, she had been naive enough to not consider that the hatred within the peasantry for her family name was strong enough for this. Never in a thousand years did Danae ever think that any angry mob would destroy the unspoken barrier that stood between the social classes and decide that their grievances were strong enough that they could kill members of the nobility. It was completely unfathomable to think that anyone, let alone Athenians, would do such a thing. Had Danae not had the misfortune of feeling grubby hands claw at her like beasts swarming upon a kill, she might have thought it was some terrible nightmare.
But it was real.
Oh, gods, it was real.
Her dress was practically in tatters from all the horrible hands passing her along to the palati gates, chanting for her death all the way. The young girl couldn’t do much about that though as her hands and feet continued to scrabble for some sort of chance to escape. Maybe if she kneed the right person in the face… or hit them with her tiny fists… maybe, just maybe that would be enough force for them to drop her. However, no matter how much Danae fought and the rare times she was able to get one person to let go, there were always five people ready to take their place. It was useless. Danae was just one girl against a literal angry mob that was not going to quell their rage until her blood stained the steps of the palati. She could fight all she wanted, but there was no point. Danae wasn’t going to win. She was going to die.
Tears welled in her eyes at the sheer injustice of it all. Danae had spent all of her life as a pawn of her brother. Sixteen terrible years of being bullied by him before he began to gamble away everything he held dear. She had lost her nobility, her dignity, but that hadn’t been enough. The sixteen-year-old was going to lose her life in his cause to be king. Danae did not want to admit it, but she knew that even if the worst befell her and she died that evening -- it was unlikely that Elias would care that she was gone. The rest of her family would mourn her, but her brother? He’d probably make her into some sort of martyr for his own selfish purposes -- continuing to use her as some sort of puppet even in death. Danae didn’t want that. Obviously. She wanted to live, but she had spent so long trying to separate herself from Elias -- trying to convince her father that gender be damned, she was the one who was worthy of carrying on his legacy. Now it would amount to nothing. Everything she had done would go out like the flickering flame of a candle, snuffed out far too soon.
Danae had lost track of Sofia as the blows and scrapes continued to rain down upon her as they were moved to the gates. It was hard to see much of anything as her eyes blurred with tears of both pain and fear. However, that didn’t stop Danae from calling out Sofia’s name as the familiar looming structure surrounding the prized jewel of the Inner Circle came into view. “Sofia?! Sofia!?!” Danae didn’t have the faintest clue if her cousin could hear her over the din of people. Not that it really mattered anyway, the two girls were just as helpless as each other in terms of the danger they faced. They wouldn’t even be able to take comfort in not being alone for this ordeal. Not when their own terror was being reflected back upon them in each other’s expressions.
The only glimmer of hope that either girl could possibly have at this moment came when the crowd finally reached the gate and the girl’s crowd surfing adventure finally came to an end. Now that they were at the gates, the peasants that held them now had them upright but stuck in tight grips that the girls couldn’t shake as more hands rushed forward to stick their claws into the girls that they blamed for all their problems. All those who weren’t trying to tear the girl limb from limb as Danae screamed bloody murder were trying to scramble up the gates, making some sort of sick and morbid human chain to the top of the spikes so they could lift the girls up and skewer them upon. Danae could feel her stomach physically drop as she saw this happen, especially as the guards on the other side of the fenced wall were not fast enough to try and knock every person back down. They were no match for this mob fueled by anger. Time seemed to slow as Danae was forced to watch the amount of effort that was being put in for her murder.., only for it to speed up again as the crowd tried to push her forward.
Her voice had already gone hoarse from all the screaming that she had done, but a new sound of terror escaped her throat as the mass of bodies shoved forward. Danae expected that at moment she would lifted from off her feet and carried upwards to the top of the wall that she had always seen as a symbol of safety. However… that didn’t happen. Instead, the mob just kept pushing forward and forward, squeezing the noble girl against the gate almost as if they were trying to escape something. It didn’t make sense to Danae who was struggling to breathe amid the mass of bodies, but soon enough a very distinct noise began to rise above the din of the mob.
Horses.
A small glimmer of hope rose up in Danae as she heard this, knowing from the sheer sound of it that there were far too many to have belonged to the peasantry as they would have been slaughtered for food. So, obviously, this had to be someone who was on their side. This was only confirmed when Danae saw a glimmer of blue sitting atop the grand steeds as they pushed their way through the crowd, keeping the rowdy mob back through the use of swords. It was the Athenian guard, sent to quell the crowd. For the first time since Taureas had first rushed into the courtyard did Danae feel genuine hope that things were going to be alright. Especially as the guard seemed to be focused on getting to her and Sofia based on the direction that they were heading. Danae had no idea that these men were sent by the cousin that usually did not give a damn about her and maybe if she did, she would certainly be compelled to mutter at least a kind word of thanks to him… if the men could first get the girls out of this terrible situation safely.
The mobs were not keen on letting go of their captives so easily. That was made more than clear on how the grip on the girl seemed to tighten as she was jerked in all sorts of different directions, trying to get her out of the way of the soldiers, but the peasant’s confusion and desire to save their own skins meant that there was no cohesiveness to the action. Instead, it only meant that the armored guard was able to get closer to the girls. One particularly strong member of the mob tried to snatch her away just as some of the men dismounted and moved forward with shields drawn. As the Athenian Guard was well fed and trained, it wasn’t that difficult for them to push forward, sending the peasants holding onto Danae to let go, allowing her to rush forward to the safety of the guard. Looking around wildly, Danae could see that she was alone as they moved back to the horses, escorting the one girl that they had to the horses, heaving her up into a saddle shared by another guard. Danae clutched onto him as she watched the guards move back forward, trying now to save Sofia who had been pushed away from her in the chaos.
Now that she was safe, all Danae could do was pray that her cousin would also be rescued in between words of thanks to whatever god had taken mercy upon them. Though the girl might be a bit pre-emptive on her assumptions that everything was going to be fine. The guard might be here, but that was no guarantee that they were out of danger yet.
In truth, with an angry mob still surrounding them, they were far from being truly safe. If that was something that meant anything anymore in the wake of such chaos.
Where is the beauty?
When Marietta was a little girl she first heard the harp. She had to have been four, maybe five. The way the strings plucked made the child so happy. It was a way to talk when she, even at such a young age, struggled to do just that. The first thing she noticed was the beauty of sound. Apollo graced the world with music, giving a way for mortals to connect with one another, even when words failed them.
When she got older Apollo showed her another way to connect with everyone- art. Painting was a way to express her innermost thoughts. When she would stutter or struggle to communicate, blushing the moment someone laid eyes on her… it was through her art she could be confident. It was through her art she could express the world around her.
Marietta saw beauty in everything and everyone. Maybe that was why she had befriended Elias. A man who had grown so twisted, so horrible that he’d rather people starve and riots to occur than to set things right- to give up the throne. She had seen the good in him once upon a time. He had seen a man with ambition, with talent, and with charm.
But where was it now?
There was nothing beautiful about the riots. There was nothing good about what surrounded Marietta. All she saw was people’s limbs as they beat into her. All she felt was pain. And all she saw was red- not anger, but blood as she spurted it out from seemingly everywhere. She could taste the iron in her mouth, as blood poured from it. She felt broken, on the brink of death, surrounded by starving, hollowed faces of those that the royals had failed- that she had failed.
My Lord @apollo , is there light in this? Was she just blind? Perhaps, as blood was everywhere. But Marietta had always felt blessed that she could look past the ugly and see what was beyond. But now all Marietta could see beyond was the River of Styx, not the majesty that the gods gave them, but the underworld that was to be her next destination.
Marietta was afraid. She wanted her dad. She wanted her cousins. She wanted to be saved. And yet- she didn’t have regret. Because there was one person that she managed to save… Hebe. Was she home yet? Was she safe? Did… Marietta do a good job?
Could Marietta go to sleep now?
The pain was too much. Sleep sounded much easier. Her eyes fluttered closed, and by the time Captain Hector had reached her, she had fallen into a world of darkness. But unlike the darkness that was now Athenia- Marietta would experience something different. It was the darkness of her own mind, a mind that she could create with and explore. Away from hunger and terror, away from this riot. Her subconscious was now in control, a place that was far safer than the riot that surrounded her. My Lord @apollo , is this where the light is?
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Where is the beauty?
When Marietta was a little girl she first heard the harp. She had to have been four, maybe five. The way the strings plucked made the child so happy. It was a way to talk when she, even at such a young age, struggled to do just that. The first thing she noticed was the beauty of sound. Apollo graced the world with music, giving a way for mortals to connect with one another, even when words failed them.
When she got older Apollo showed her another way to connect with everyone- art. Painting was a way to express her innermost thoughts. When she would stutter or struggle to communicate, blushing the moment someone laid eyes on her… it was through her art she could be confident. It was through her art she could express the world around her.
Marietta saw beauty in everything and everyone. Maybe that was why she had befriended Elias. A man who had grown so twisted, so horrible that he’d rather people starve and riots to occur than to set things right- to give up the throne. She had seen the good in him once upon a time. He had seen a man with ambition, with talent, and with charm.
But where was it now?
There was nothing beautiful about the riots. There was nothing good about what surrounded Marietta. All she saw was people’s limbs as they beat into her. All she felt was pain. And all she saw was red- not anger, but blood as she spurted it out from seemingly everywhere. She could taste the iron in her mouth, as blood poured from it. She felt broken, on the brink of death, surrounded by starving, hollowed faces of those that the royals had failed- that she had failed.
My Lord @apollo , is there light in this? Was she just blind? Perhaps, as blood was everywhere. But Marietta had always felt blessed that she could look past the ugly and see what was beyond. But now all Marietta could see beyond was the River of Styx, not the majesty that the gods gave them, but the underworld that was to be her next destination.
Marietta was afraid. She wanted her dad. She wanted her cousins. She wanted to be saved. And yet- she didn’t have regret. Because there was one person that she managed to save… Hebe. Was she home yet? Was she safe? Did… Marietta do a good job?
Could Marietta go to sleep now?
The pain was too much. Sleep sounded much easier. Her eyes fluttered closed, and by the time Captain Hector had reached her, she had fallen into a world of darkness. But unlike the darkness that was now Athenia- Marietta would experience something different. It was the darkness of her own mind, a mind that she could create with and explore. Away from hunger and terror, away from this riot. Her subconscious was now in control, a place that was far safer than the riot that surrounded her. My Lord @apollo , is this where the light is?
Where is the beauty?
When Marietta was a little girl she first heard the harp. She had to have been four, maybe five. The way the strings plucked made the child so happy. It was a way to talk when she, even at such a young age, struggled to do just that. The first thing she noticed was the beauty of sound. Apollo graced the world with music, giving a way for mortals to connect with one another, even when words failed them.
When she got older Apollo showed her another way to connect with everyone- art. Painting was a way to express her innermost thoughts. When she would stutter or struggle to communicate, blushing the moment someone laid eyes on her… it was through her art she could be confident. It was through her art she could express the world around her.
Marietta saw beauty in everything and everyone. Maybe that was why she had befriended Elias. A man who had grown so twisted, so horrible that he’d rather people starve and riots to occur than to set things right- to give up the throne. She had seen the good in him once upon a time. He had seen a man with ambition, with talent, and with charm.
But where was it now?
There was nothing beautiful about the riots. There was nothing good about what surrounded Marietta. All she saw was people’s limbs as they beat into her. All she felt was pain. And all she saw was red- not anger, but blood as she spurted it out from seemingly everywhere. She could taste the iron in her mouth, as blood poured from it. She felt broken, on the brink of death, surrounded by starving, hollowed faces of those that the royals had failed- that she had failed.
My Lord @apollo , is there light in this? Was she just blind? Perhaps, as blood was everywhere. But Marietta had always felt blessed that she could look past the ugly and see what was beyond. But now all Marietta could see beyond was the River of Styx, not the majesty that the gods gave them, but the underworld that was to be her next destination.
Marietta was afraid. She wanted her dad. She wanted her cousins. She wanted to be saved. And yet- she didn’t have regret. Because there was one person that she managed to save… Hebe. Was she home yet? Was she safe? Did… Marietta do a good job?
Could Marietta go to sleep now?
The pain was too much. Sleep sounded much easier. Her eyes fluttered closed, and by the time Captain Hector had reached her, she had fallen into a world of darkness. But unlike the darkness that was now Athenia- Marietta would experience something different. It was the darkness of her own mind, a mind that she could create with and explore. Away from hunger and terror, away from this riot. Her subconscious was now in control, a place that was far safer than the riot that surrounded her. My Lord @apollo , is this where the light is?
It was times like these when Ariadne wished she could be more like her sister. Ismene was always so calm in the midst of chaos. She had inherited her cool head from their father, who had fought in wars and commanded men. Isi always seemed to know exactly what to do, even from the time they were children. When Ariadne seemed to freeze in fear, it was Isi that kept them moving. The young retainer both desperately wished for her sister in this moment and was also glad that her twin was spared this scene. She was sure that Ismene would want to get right to work helping the wounded, but these streets were no place to perform care. This was the most unsafe Ariadne had ever felt in the capital and she knew that she would never be able to unsee things from this day. But at least her sister was spared from it. That was one small thing she could be grateful for.
Ari winced, watching her father take a blow to the head, clutching on tightly to both him and Demi. She didn’t want to let them go. But there were other things going on and she knew Hector would try to help if he could. That was just how he was. And she and Demi were more than capable of getting themselves out of the way. They were uninjured as of yet, thanks to the gods. So she would just have to be brave and do her part so that her father could help take care of others. Ari didn’t want him to have to worry about her or Demi.
The girl nodded, following Hector’s gaze to the other women, flooded with relief at spotting Chrysanthe in the crowd. Her fear at the loss of her friend subsided some now that she could see her again, though the fear of the angry mob still pulsated through her body, especially as they began to move through it. The people had begun to move in the direction of the square, so the crowd had thinned, but Ari still felt the pulse of anger moving through the people. It was so strong that Ariadne felt her body go cold with fear. They would never be safe in this city, she thought. How would they escape? Where could they go? She was already beginning to think of such things so that she could lead them out if needed, but her mind was drawing a blank. Who would even help them right now?
She held on to Demi tight as her father moved them in the direction of Chrysanthe and Hebe, making his own way towards Marietta. Ari felt the fear settle in deeper—she had always been afraid when her father went to war, but seeing him physically move through the crowd made it worse. However, she had to believe that he would come back. He always had come back before. Somehow, the two women managed to reach the others, Ari hearing Hebe shouting for her sister. She let go of Demi to reach out to Hebe, hoping to comfort her.
“My father is going to help her,” she said as calmly as she could, though she was certain that her voice was still shaking. “He is going to bring her back to you. He has never failed before. He won’t fail now.” Ariadne looked Hebe in the eyes, trying to calm her. She couldn’t say what fate lay in wait for Lady Marietta, but she knew that Hector would not leave the young woman behind. He would save her. He would save them all.
An idea struck her when she looked at Hebe. Perhaps her family’s home would be a place for them to hide. Ariadne couldn’t remember where it was, but the young girl could lead them there. “Hebe,” she said firmly, attempting to draw the girl’s attention to her. “Can you lead us to your home? We need a place to hide. For Marietta to rest. Will you take us there when my father returns with her?”
She didn’t wait to hear Hebe’s answer because her father was shouting to them through the crowd. Ari whipped her head around, searching for him. Letting go of Hebe, Ariadne stepped away from the safety of the side of the wall, yelling her father’s name, hoping he would find them.
What happened next was so quick that Ariadne didn’t have any time to react. The shout of Hector’s name on her lips died as the wind was knocked out of her—someone, something hit her hard, knocking her to the ground. She had just enough time to feel a sharp pain in her side, a crunch what felt like her chest, before her head hit the stone street.
Everything went black.
Then, dimly, she could hear someone shouting her name. It came through a haze, she couldn’t hear quite properly. But she could sense someone near her, at her side. Ariadne opened her blue eyes, her vision blurry. She was too confused to understand why she couldn’t see, but the face next to her felt so familiar. Could it be…?
“Mama?” she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. She had finally come home.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
It was times like these when Ariadne wished she could be more like her sister. Ismene was always so calm in the midst of chaos. She had inherited her cool head from their father, who had fought in wars and commanded men. Isi always seemed to know exactly what to do, even from the time they were children. When Ariadne seemed to freeze in fear, it was Isi that kept them moving. The young retainer both desperately wished for her sister in this moment and was also glad that her twin was spared this scene. She was sure that Ismene would want to get right to work helping the wounded, but these streets were no place to perform care. This was the most unsafe Ariadne had ever felt in the capital and she knew that she would never be able to unsee things from this day. But at least her sister was spared from it. That was one small thing she could be grateful for.
Ari winced, watching her father take a blow to the head, clutching on tightly to both him and Demi. She didn’t want to let them go. But there were other things going on and she knew Hector would try to help if he could. That was just how he was. And she and Demi were more than capable of getting themselves out of the way. They were uninjured as of yet, thanks to the gods. So she would just have to be brave and do her part so that her father could help take care of others. Ari didn’t want him to have to worry about her or Demi.
The girl nodded, following Hector’s gaze to the other women, flooded with relief at spotting Chrysanthe in the crowd. Her fear at the loss of her friend subsided some now that she could see her again, though the fear of the angry mob still pulsated through her body, especially as they began to move through it. The people had begun to move in the direction of the square, so the crowd had thinned, but Ari still felt the pulse of anger moving through the people. It was so strong that Ariadne felt her body go cold with fear. They would never be safe in this city, she thought. How would they escape? Where could they go? She was already beginning to think of such things so that she could lead them out if needed, but her mind was drawing a blank. Who would even help them right now?
She held on to Demi tight as her father moved them in the direction of Chrysanthe and Hebe, making his own way towards Marietta. Ari felt the fear settle in deeper—she had always been afraid when her father went to war, but seeing him physically move through the crowd made it worse. However, she had to believe that he would come back. He always had come back before. Somehow, the two women managed to reach the others, Ari hearing Hebe shouting for her sister. She let go of Demi to reach out to Hebe, hoping to comfort her.
“My father is going to help her,” she said as calmly as she could, though she was certain that her voice was still shaking. “He is going to bring her back to you. He has never failed before. He won’t fail now.” Ariadne looked Hebe in the eyes, trying to calm her. She couldn’t say what fate lay in wait for Lady Marietta, but she knew that Hector would not leave the young woman behind. He would save her. He would save them all.
An idea struck her when she looked at Hebe. Perhaps her family’s home would be a place for them to hide. Ariadne couldn’t remember where it was, but the young girl could lead them there. “Hebe,” she said firmly, attempting to draw the girl’s attention to her. “Can you lead us to your home? We need a place to hide. For Marietta to rest. Will you take us there when my father returns with her?”
She didn’t wait to hear Hebe’s answer because her father was shouting to them through the crowd. Ari whipped her head around, searching for him. Letting go of Hebe, Ariadne stepped away from the safety of the side of the wall, yelling her father’s name, hoping he would find them.
What happened next was so quick that Ariadne didn’t have any time to react. The shout of Hector’s name on her lips died as the wind was knocked out of her—someone, something hit her hard, knocking her to the ground. She had just enough time to feel a sharp pain in her side, a crunch what felt like her chest, before her head hit the stone street.
Everything went black.
Then, dimly, she could hear someone shouting her name. It came through a haze, she couldn’t hear quite properly. But she could sense someone near her, at her side. Ariadne opened her blue eyes, her vision blurry. She was too confused to understand why she couldn’t see, but the face next to her felt so familiar. Could it be…?
“Mama?” she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. She had finally come home.
It was times like these when Ariadne wished she could be more like her sister. Ismene was always so calm in the midst of chaos. She had inherited her cool head from their father, who had fought in wars and commanded men. Isi always seemed to know exactly what to do, even from the time they were children. When Ariadne seemed to freeze in fear, it was Isi that kept them moving. The young retainer both desperately wished for her sister in this moment and was also glad that her twin was spared this scene. She was sure that Ismene would want to get right to work helping the wounded, but these streets were no place to perform care. This was the most unsafe Ariadne had ever felt in the capital and she knew that she would never be able to unsee things from this day. But at least her sister was spared from it. That was one small thing she could be grateful for.
Ari winced, watching her father take a blow to the head, clutching on tightly to both him and Demi. She didn’t want to let them go. But there were other things going on and she knew Hector would try to help if he could. That was just how he was. And she and Demi were more than capable of getting themselves out of the way. They were uninjured as of yet, thanks to the gods. So she would just have to be brave and do her part so that her father could help take care of others. Ari didn’t want him to have to worry about her or Demi.
The girl nodded, following Hector’s gaze to the other women, flooded with relief at spotting Chrysanthe in the crowd. Her fear at the loss of her friend subsided some now that she could see her again, though the fear of the angry mob still pulsated through her body, especially as they began to move through it. The people had begun to move in the direction of the square, so the crowd had thinned, but Ari still felt the pulse of anger moving through the people. It was so strong that Ariadne felt her body go cold with fear. They would never be safe in this city, she thought. How would they escape? Where could they go? She was already beginning to think of such things so that she could lead them out if needed, but her mind was drawing a blank. Who would even help them right now?
She held on to Demi tight as her father moved them in the direction of Chrysanthe and Hebe, making his own way towards Marietta. Ari felt the fear settle in deeper—she had always been afraid when her father went to war, but seeing him physically move through the crowd made it worse. However, she had to believe that he would come back. He always had come back before. Somehow, the two women managed to reach the others, Ari hearing Hebe shouting for her sister. She let go of Demi to reach out to Hebe, hoping to comfort her.
“My father is going to help her,” she said as calmly as she could, though she was certain that her voice was still shaking. “He is going to bring her back to you. He has never failed before. He won’t fail now.” Ariadne looked Hebe in the eyes, trying to calm her. She couldn’t say what fate lay in wait for Lady Marietta, but she knew that Hector would not leave the young woman behind. He would save her. He would save them all.
An idea struck her when she looked at Hebe. Perhaps her family’s home would be a place for them to hide. Ariadne couldn’t remember where it was, but the young girl could lead them there. “Hebe,” she said firmly, attempting to draw the girl’s attention to her. “Can you lead us to your home? We need a place to hide. For Marietta to rest. Will you take us there when my father returns with her?”
She didn’t wait to hear Hebe’s answer because her father was shouting to them through the crowd. Ari whipped her head around, searching for him. Letting go of Hebe, Ariadne stepped away from the safety of the side of the wall, yelling her father’s name, hoping he would find them.
What happened next was so quick that Ariadne didn’t have any time to react. The shout of Hector’s name on her lips died as the wind was knocked out of her—someone, something hit her hard, knocking her to the ground. She had just enough time to feel a sharp pain in her side, a crunch what felt like her chest, before her head hit the stone street.
Everything went black.
Then, dimly, she could hear someone shouting her name. It came through a haze, she couldn’t hear quite properly. But she could sense someone near her, at her side. Ariadne opened her blue eyes, her vision blurry. She was too confused to understand why she couldn’t see, but the face next to her felt so familiar. Could it be…?
“Mama?” she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. She had finally come home.
Chrysanthe was still disoriented, everything around her seemed to be swimming slightly as Hebe spoke. Her sister, yes, she had been with another woman when she had met her. Yes, they should protect her. Chrysanthe’s brain felt as if she were wading through thick syrup to try to figure out exactly how she could go help rescue Hebe’s sister. She scanned the crowd looking for any sign of a way back, but the last place she wanted to go at the moment was back into the crowd.
Then, there was a familiar face. Ariadne and...Hector’s friend. If she had learned the name, she couldn’t bring it to mind at the moment. She was reassuring Hebe that Hector was going to rescue her sister. Chrysanthe couldn’t help but be relieved. She wouldn’t have to go back into that swirling mass of people, that tangle of arms and legs and sharp angles. Hector was better suited to the job anyway. Finally she could relax, they could all find their way out of this mess, and they would be safe.
Then, just as she was starting to feel like everything was going to be ok, something flashed quickly across her vision. It was large and imposing. An elephant? No, just a horse, with one of the Athenian guard. It had run square into Ariadne as it had gone to dodge around another person who had run out of the crowd. The glancing blow sent her stumbling to the ground, the horse gone as quickly as it had appeared.
Somewhere, someone screamed. No, that was her voice. She was the one screaming, her hands rising to her face in shock, then wincing as they met her damaged nose. One moment Ariadne was standing there in front of her, and the next she was on the ground. And was that blood trickling from her head? Chrysanthe bent down over Ariadne. “Ari? Can you hear me?” This couldn’t be happening. Just that morning they were camping and eating breakfast together. Her only response was not encouraging. They just had to get help, that was it. She would be fine.
Chrysanthe looked frantically around to Hebe and Demi. “Someone help me carry her. We don’t want anything else running into her.” Chrysanthe grabbed her legs, waiting for one of the others to grab her arms so they could slowly shuffle her away and out of danger. Then they’d be able to figure out what they needed to do to help her. That was all she could do here. She had never felt so small and useless before in her life.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Chrysanthe was still disoriented, everything around her seemed to be swimming slightly as Hebe spoke. Her sister, yes, she had been with another woman when she had met her. Yes, they should protect her. Chrysanthe’s brain felt as if she were wading through thick syrup to try to figure out exactly how she could go help rescue Hebe’s sister. She scanned the crowd looking for any sign of a way back, but the last place she wanted to go at the moment was back into the crowd.
Then, there was a familiar face. Ariadne and...Hector’s friend. If she had learned the name, she couldn’t bring it to mind at the moment. She was reassuring Hebe that Hector was going to rescue her sister. Chrysanthe couldn’t help but be relieved. She wouldn’t have to go back into that swirling mass of people, that tangle of arms and legs and sharp angles. Hector was better suited to the job anyway. Finally she could relax, they could all find their way out of this mess, and they would be safe.
Then, just as she was starting to feel like everything was going to be ok, something flashed quickly across her vision. It was large and imposing. An elephant? No, just a horse, with one of the Athenian guard. It had run square into Ariadne as it had gone to dodge around another person who had run out of the crowd. The glancing blow sent her stumbling to the ground, the horse gone as quickly as it had appeared.
Somewhere, someone screamed. No, that was her voice. She was the one screaming, her hands rising to her face in shock, then wincing as they met her damaged nose. One moment Ariadne was standing there in front of her, and the next she was on the ground. And was that blood trickling from her head? Chrysanthe bent down over Ariadne. “Ari? Can you hear me?” This couldn’t be happening. Just that morning they were camping and eating breakfast together. Her only response was not encouraging. They just had to get help, that was it. She would be fine.
Chrysanthe looked frantically around to Hebe and Demi. “Someone help me carry her. We don’t want anything else running into her.” Chrysanthe grabbed her legs, waiting for one of the others to grab her arms so they could slowly shuffle her away and out of danger. Then they’d be able to figure out what they needed to do to help her. That was all she could do here. She had never felt so small and useless before in her life.
Chrysanthe was still disoriented, everything around her seemed to be swimming slightly as Hebe spoke. Her sister, yes, she had been with another woman when she had met her. Yes, they should protect her. Chrysanthe’s brain felt as if she were wading through thick syrup to try to figure out exactly how she could go help rescue Hebe’s sister. She scanned the crowd looking for any sign of a way back, but the last place she wanted to go at the moment was back into the crowd.
Then, there was a familiar face. Ariadne and...Hector’s friend. If she had learned the name, she couldn’t bring it to mind at the moment. She was reassuring Hebe that Hector was going to rescue her sister. Chrysanthe couldn’t help but be relieved. She wouldn’t have to go back into that swirling mass of people, that tangle of arms and legs and sharp angles. Hector was better suited to the job anyway. Finally she could relax, they could all find their way out of this mess, and they would be safe.
Then, just as she was starting to feel like everything was going to be ok, something flashed quickly across her vision. It was large and imposing. An elephant? No, just a horse, with one of the Athenian guard. It had run square into Ariadne as it had gone to dodge around another person who had run out of the crowd. The glancing blow sent her stumbling to the ground, the horse gone as quickly as it had appeared.
Somewhere, someone screamed. No, that was her voice. She was the one screaming, her hands rising to her face in shock, then wincing as they met her damaged nose. One moment Ariadne was standing there in front of her, and the next she was on the ground. And was that blood trickling from her head? Chrysanthe bent down over Ariadne. “Ari? Can you hear me?” This couldn’t be happening. Just that morning they were camping and eating breakfast together. Her only response was not encouraging. They just had to get help, that was it. She would be fine.
Chrysanthe looked frantically around to Hebe and Demi. “Someone help me carry her. We don’t want anything else running into her.” Chrysanthe grabbed her legs, waiting for one of the others to grab her arms so they could slowly shuffle her away and out of danger. Then they’d be able to figure out what they needed to do to help her. That was all she could do here. She had never felt so small and useless before in her life.
[Archikonto Antonis -> the Inner Circle]
Evi truly believed that conventional standards of morality are inapplicable in times of war. And this was, in a way, a war. A civil war between the people and against the powers that be in Athenia. It started out as a few people, gathered before the royal palace. The few became more… and then they became many. Too many. Riots had been commonplace for a little while now. Where was the Queen? Where was the man who proclaimed he should be King? There were too many people vying for the throne, but not a ingle person actually sat upon it, serving the people.
For her part, Evi was kept safe from the majority of the riots and outcries in the city. She was even kept shielded from the violence across the nation, though she couldn’t ignore the attack on one of her family’s own provinces. Alehandros, her father, had done his level best to protect his four daughters. But they were no longer children and they couldn’t be shielded from everything.
And the riots kept creeping closer and closer to home, until they were on the very doorstep of the royal palace. She had left her home in search of two of her sisters, after she had heard the slaves muttering between themselves about the unrest in the city. Her father had ordered her to stay, but this was her sisters she was talking about - she loved them and she would do something, even if her father would not. Well he had, he had sent out some of the family’s own household guards in search of them. But it wasn’t enough.
In all her youthful wisdom, Evi knew she was the only one placed to find them, she would be the one to bring them home.
So she had slipped out, unnoticed. It was easy to go unnoticed when there was something going on to distract everyone else. The city was heaving. People everywhere, more than she even thought Athenia could house. They came from everywhere and were travelling in all directions. Stones in hand, the easiest thing they could find as a weapon, though some had real weapons held stiffly in their hands. It was loud, too. People were shouting, a cacophony of noise and Evi could barely work out what one person was saying or the next.
She was dressed simply, though her garb still identified her as a member of Athenian nobility. She was small, however, ducking over to make herself appear even mores. For the most part, the crowd ignored her as she was jostled along with them, through the throngs of people. She used her elbows to battle herself through the sheer force of the tide of people. Each person in the crowd was moving as if unseeing hands were dragging them this way and that, pulling their eyes to one thing and then another. To say that Evi generally felt lost in a crowd was like saying a raindrop didn’t want to join the river - she was at home among people, but there was nothing pleasant about this. She wanted away from the throng of people.
And then she was recognised for what she was. Hands grabbed at her skinny arms and she was pulled close to a woman who was screaming to the road at large that she “Got one!”
Evi tried to yank herself free, the desperate motion causing the scarf around her head and neck to rip. “I’m not-” she began, stopping as a ness collided with her back, winding her momentarily. “I didn’t do anything!” She screamed at the woman eventually. Though maybe that was the problem. Inaction. Omission to act was almost as bad as acting, to these people. Athena save me, she thought hysterically as she raised a leg and brought it down full force onto the woman who still gripped her arm. A cry of pain and she was released. The girl stumbled, falling backwards into a man behind her. He shoved her off, barely sparing her a glance as he sought out whatever prize he was focused on. Evi fell through the crowds again, half carried, half walking along with them, though she continued to try to move forwards of her own volition, praying to any God who would listen that her sisters were safe. She would find them.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
[Archikonto Antonis -> the Inner Circle]
Evi truly believed that conventional standards of morality are inapplicable in times of war. And this was, in a way, a war. A civil war between the people and against the powers that be in Athenia. It started out as a few people, gathered before the royal palace. The few became more… and then they became many. Too many. Riots had been commonplace for a little while now. Where was the Queen? Where was the man who proclaimed he should be King? There were too many people vying for the throne, but not a ingle person actually sat upon it, serving the people.
For her part, Evi was kept safe from the majority of the riots and outcries in the city. She was even kept shielded from the violence across the nation, though she couldn’t ignore the attack on one of her family’s own provinces. Alehandros, her father, had done his level best to protect his four daughters. But they were no longer children and they couldn’t be shielded from everything.
And the riots kept creeping closer and closer to home, until they were on the very doorstep of the royal palace. She had left her home in search of two of her sisters, after she had heard the slaves muttering between themselves about the unrest in the city. Her father had ordered her to stay, but this was her sisters she was talking about - she loved them and she would do something, even if her father would not. Well he had, he had sent out some of the family’s own household guards in search of them. But it wasn’t enough.
In all her youthful wisdom, Evi knew she was the only one placed to find them, she would be the one to bring them home.
So she had slipped out, unnoticed. It was easy to go unnoticed when there was something going on to distract everyone else. The city was heaving. People everywhere, more than she even thought Athenia could house. They came from everywhere and were travelling in all directions. Stones in hand, the easiest thing they could find as a weapon, though some had real weapons held stiffly in their hands. It was loud, too. People were shouting, a cacophony of noise and Evi could barely work out what one person was saying or the next.
She was dressed simply, though her garb still identified her as a member of Athenian nobility. She was small, however, ducking over to make herself appear even mores. For the most part, the crowd ignored her as she was jostled along with them, through the throngs of people. She used her elbows to battle herself through the sheer force of the tide of people. Each person in the crowd was moving as if unseeing hands were dragging them this way and that, pulling their eyes to one thing and then another. To say that Evi generally felt lost in a crowd was like saying a raindrop didn’t want to join the river - she was at home among people, but there was nothing pleasant about this. She wanted away from the throng of people.
And then she was recognised for what she was. Hands grabbed at her skinny arms and she was pulled close to a woman who was screaming to the road at large that she “Got one!”
Evi tried to yank herself free, the desperate motion causing the scarf around her head and neck to rip. “I’m not-” she began, stopping as a ness collided with her back, winding her momentarily. “I didn’t do anything!” She screamed at the woman eventually. Though maybe that was the problem. Inaction. Omission to act was almost as bad as acting, to these people. Athena save me, she thought hysterically as she raised a leg and brought it down full force onto the woman who still gripped her arm. A cry of pain and she was released. The girl stumbled, falling backwards into a man behind her. He shoved her off, barely sparing her a glance as he sought out whatever prize he was focused on. Evi fell through the crowds again, half carried, half walking along with them, though she continued to try to move forwards of her own volition, praying to any God who would listen that her sisters were safe. She would find them.
[Archikonto Antonis -> the Inner Circle]
Evi truly believed that conventional standards of morality are inapplicable in times of war. And this was, in a way, a war. A civil war between the people and against the powers that be in Athenia. It started out as a few people, gathered before the royal palace. The few became more… and then they became many. Too many. Riots had been commonplace for a little while now. Where was the Queen? Where was the man who proclaimed he should be King? There were too many people vying for the throne, but not a ingle person actually sat upon it, serving the people.
For her part, Evi was kept safe from the majority of the riots and outcries in the city. She was even kept shielded from the violence across the nation, though she couldn’t ignore the attack on one of her family’s own provinces. Alehandros, her father, had done his level best to protect his four daughters. But they were no longer children and they couldn’t be shielded from everything.
And the riots kept creeping closer and closer to home, until they were on the very doorstep of the royal palace. She had left her home in search of two of her sisters, after she had heard the slaves muttering between themselves about the unrest in the city. Her father had ordered her to stay, but this was her sisters she was talking about - she loved them and she would do something, even if her father would not. Well he had, he had sent out some of the family’s own household guards in search of them. But it wasn’t enough.
In all her youthful wisdom, Evi knew she was the only one placed to find them, she would be the one to bring them home.
So she had slipped out, unnoticed. It was easy to go unnoticed when there was something going on to distract everyone else. The city was heaving. People everywhere, more than she even thought Athenia could house. They came from everywhere and were travelling in all directions. Stones in hand, the easiest thing they could find as a weapon, though some had real weapons held stiffly in their hands. It was loud, too. People were shouting, a cacophony of noise and Evi could barely work out what one person was saying or the next.
She was dressed simply, though her garb still identified her as a member of Athenian nobility. She was small, however, ducking over to make herself appear even mores. For the most part, the crowd ignored her as she was jostled along with them, through the throngs of people. She used her elbows to battle herself through the sheer force of the tide of people. Each person in the crowd was moving as if unseeing hands were dragging them this way and that, pulling their eyes to one thing and then another. To say that Evi generally felt lost in a crowd was like saying a raindrop didn’t want to join the river - she was at home among people, but there was nothing pleasant about this. She wanted away from the throng of people.
And then she was recognised for what she was. Hands grabbed at her skinny arms and she was pulled close to a woman who was screaming to the road at large that she “Got one!”
Evi tried to yank herself free, the desperate motion causing the scarf around her head and neck to rip. “I’m not-” she began, stopping as a ness collided with her back, winding her momentarily. “I didn’t do anything!” She screamed at the woman eventually. Though maybe that was the problem. Inaction. Omission to act was almost as bad as acting, to these people. Athena save me, she thought hysterically as she raised a leg and brought it down full force onto the woman who still gripped her arm. A cry of pain and she was released. The girl stumbled, falling backwards into a man behind her. He shoved her off, barely sparing her a glance as he sought out whatever prize he was focused on. Evi fell through the crowds again, half carried, half walking along with them, though she continued to try to move forwards of her own volition, praying to any God who would listen that her sisters were safe. She would find them.
Pain. Excruciating. Agonizing. Blood. Terror. Fear. Death. A young mind can’t take it anymore, holding onto sanity by retreating into itself ...
You can’t see your sister anymore. You don’t know where she is. The pain in your shoulder is nearly unbearable and you can’t even feel your arm. It hangs by your side, useless, as you wait for Chrysanthe to follow you back into the crowd. You can’t let Marietta die. She saved your life. Now you have to save hers. It is your only thought now, your only reason for living.
Some foul smelling woman jostles your shoulder. You kick her in the shins. Both of them. She curses at you and limps away. Someone grabs your good arm and you turn toward your captor, drawing back one foot and preparing to free yourself. But it is Ariadne, the woman who was with Queen Persephone in the tavern. There is another woman with her, the same one that Marietta ran into earlier.
It’s a small world and getting smaller by the second. The sea of humanity continues to surge around you. It has already drowned your sister. Will its waves pull you under next? It is impossible to fight against the tide. Ariadne tells you that her father will bring Marietta back to you. Who is her father? That man who tried to abduct your sister a few years ago? Was he truly not a kidnapper at all? Was Marietta's life now in his hands? Could he be trusted with such a precious thing?
You can’t spot him through the reeking bodies that block your vision. You are not tall enough to see over them. You view the world from the height of their armpits, which is probably where the disgusting odor originates. Have they never heard of baths before? Somebody needed to educate them in proper etiquette.
The kidnapper's daughter tries to draw your attention back to her, and you blurry eyes finally focus on her. Her features seem to be swimming in a surreal and murky haze. Your shoulder is bumped again and you wince. The pain is dreadful.
Ariadne wants to lead the group to your home as soon as her father returns with Marietta. But will he return or will he be sucked under the ocean of peasants with her? You refuse to believe that your sister is dead. She can’t be. You know that you cannot go home without her and face the grief in the eyes of your parents and other sisters. They will not blame you, but that doesn’t matter. You know it’s your fault. You should have never left her. If she dies, you will hate yourself for the rest of your life.
A masculine voice calls to the woman through the crowd. Could that be her father? Did he have Marietta with him? You stand on your toes and crane your neck to see through the throng, only to be nearly mowed over by a galloping horse. Your shoulder feels like its on fire. Crysanthe screams. Ariadne falls. Marietta is still out there …
Marietta needs your help.
You will not let her give her life for yours.
Your vision paints the world red. You are angrier than you have ever been before. This is all too much for you. Screaming in fury, you begin to fight your way through the mob in the direction where you left your sister. Screaming curses that a fourteen-year-old girl should be unaware of, you kick every shin you come in contact with, unaware that you are headed directly into the path of Ariadne’s father.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Pain. Excruciating. Agonizing. Blood. Terror. Fear. Death. A young mind can’t take it anymore, holding onto sanity by retreating into itself ...
You can’t see your sister anymore. You don’t know where she is. The pain in your shoulder is nearly unbearable and you can’t even feel your arm. It hangs by your side, useless, as you wait for Chrysanthe to follow you back into the crowd. You can’t let Marietta die. She saved your life. Now you have to save hers. It is your only thought now, your only reason for living.
Some foul smelling woman jostles your shoulder. You kick her in the shins. Both of them. She curses at you and limps away. Someone grabs your good arm and you turn toward your captor, drawing back one foot and preparing to free yourself. But it is Ariadne, the woman who was with Queen Persephone in the tavern. There is another woman with her, the same one that Marietta ran into earlier.
It’s a small world and getting smaller by the second. The sea of humanity continues to surge around you. It has already drowned your sister. Will its waves pull you under next? It is impossible to fight against the tide. Ariadne tells you that her father will bring Marietta back to you. Who is her father? That man who tried to abduct your sister a few years ago? Was he truly not a kidnapper at all? Was Marietta's life now in his hands? Could he be trusted with such a precious thing?
You can’t spot him through the reeking bodies that block your vision. You are not tall enough to see over them. You view the world from the height of their armpits, which is probably where the disgusting odor originates. Have they never heard of baths before? Somebody needed to educate them in proper etiquette.
The kidnapper's daughter tries to draw your attention back to her, and you blurry eyes finally focus on her. Her features seem to be swimming in a surreal and murky haze. Your shoulder is bumped again and you wince. The pain is dreadful.
Ariadne wants to lead the group to your home as soon as her father returns with Marietta. But will he return or will he be sucked under the ocean of peasants with her? You refuse to believe that your sister is dead. She can’t be. You know that you cannot go home without her and face the grief in the eyes of your parents and other sisters. They will not blame you, but that doesn’t matter. You know it’s your fault. You should have never left her. If she dies, you will hate yourself for the rest of your life.
A masculine voice calls to the woman through the crowd. Could that be her father? Did he have Marietta with him? You stand on your toes and crane your neck to see through the throng, only to be nearly mowed over by a galloping horse. Your shoulder feels like its on fire. Crysanthe screams. Ariadne falls. Marietta is still out there …
Marietta needs your help.
You will not let her give her life for yours.
Your vision paints the world red. You are angrier than you have ever been before. This is all too much for you. Screaming in fury, you begin to fight your way through the mob in the direction where you left your sister. Screaming curses that a fourteen-year-old girl should be unaware of, you kick every shin you come in contact with, unaware that you are headed directly into the path of Ariadne’s father.
Pain. Excruciating. Agonizing. Blood. Terror. Fear. Death. A young mind can’t take it anymore, holding onto sanity by retreating into itself ...
You can’t see your sister anymore. You don’t know where she is. The pain in your shoulder is nearly unbearable and you can’t even feel your arm. It hangs by your side, useless, as you wait for Chrysanthe to follow you back into the crowd. You can’t let Marietta die. She saved your life. Now you have to save hers. It is your only thought now, your only reason for living.
Some foul smelling woman jostles your shoulder. You kick her in the shins. Both of them. She curses at you and limps away. Someone grabs your good arm and you turn toward your captor, drawing back one foot and preparing to free yourself. But it is Ariadne, the woman who was with Queen Persephone in the tavern. There is another woman with her, the same one that Marietta ran into earlier.
It’s a small world and getting smaller by the second. The sea of humanity continues to surge around you. It has already drowned your sister. Will its waves pull you under next? It is impossible to fight against the tide. Ariadne tells you that her father will bring Marietta back to you. Who is her father? That man who tried to abduct your sister a few years ago? Was he truly not a kidnapper at all? Was Marietta's life now in his hands? Could he be trusted with such a precious thing?
You can’t spot him through the reeking bodies that block your vision. You are not tall enough to see over them. You view the world from the height of their armpits, which is probably where the disgusting odor originates. Have they never heard of baths before? Somebody needed to educate them in proper etiquette.
The kidnapper's daughter tries to draw your attention back to her, and you blurry eyes finally focus on her. Her features seem to be swimming in a surreal and murky haze. Your shoulder is bumped again and you wince. The pain is dreadful.
Ariadne wants to lead the group to your home as soon as her father returns with Marietta. But will he return or will he be sucked under the ocean of peasants with her? You refuse to believe that your sister is dead. She can’t be. You know that you cannot go home without her and face the grief in the eyes of your parents and other sisters. They will not blame you, but that doesn’t matter. You know it’s your fault. You should have never left her. If she dies, you will hate yourself for the rest of your life.
A masculine voice calls to the woman through the crowd. Could that be her father? Did he have Marietta with him? You stand on your toes and crane your neck to see through the throng, only to be nearly mowed over by a galloping horse. Your shoulder feels like its on fire. Crysanthe screams. Ariadne falls. Marietta is still out there …
Marietta needs your help.
You will not let her give her life for yours.
Your vision paints the world red. You are angrier than you have ever been before. This is all too much for you. Screaming in fury, you begin to fight your way through the mob in the direction where you left your sister. Screaming curses that a fourteen-year-old girl should be unaware of, you kick every shin you come in contact with, unaware that you are headed directly into the path of Ariadne’s father.
{{ Inner Circle Near the Palat }}
Words traveled fast, and Adrestus was panicked. He had not been near the locations of the mob when it started and had been discussing things with his crew members. He was close, however, to get to it, but he also didn’t want to just go in without a plan. The mob was out for blood, and Adretsus knew he probably would be a target. He wasn’t a royal- but he was a noble and wealthy enough to where the mob would want him shredded. If something happened to him, he wouldn’t be any help. Instead, he’d be adding to the problem. Because he hadn’t been there at the beginning, he could strategize. Admittedly, it took some time to come up with a disguise- but finally, Adrestus headed towards the inner circle to see what he could do to help. He didn’t know who had been hurt, what had exactly happened, but he had a good idea.
Adrestus wore a hood and dressed to try to blend in with what the crowd wore. He was almost indistinguishable. Almost. The sword gave him away, and so did what he wore on his feet. If he spoke, too, his voice would also give him away as being a Nikolaos. He had never been perfect with disguises- and Tim could attest to that- but this was the best he could do.
As Adre got closer, the noble pulled his hood down further. He did not want anyone to see who he was…He started to look this way and that. He kept to the outside as best he could keeping to the shadows as best he could. He tried to get his surroundings covered- he wasn’t even sure who he was looking for. Who had the mob taken? Who was in the midst? He suddenly caught a glimpse of Hector, and he cautiously made his way towards him, blending in as much as he could in the angry mob. “Hector!” He moved behind the other man, calling out his name. Adrestus saw Marietta, and his eyes widened. “Marietta…oh gods...” He breathed, seeing her in Hector's arms. He started to reach for her before noticing something. “Where’s Ariadne!?!?” He asked, his voice louder and full of fear. He didn’t see her with Hector, and that was scary. Hector wouldn’t have let Air out of his sight. “I’ll go find her, Hector, promise.” His voice was full of confidence, and he flashed back to when he had saved Hector’s girls once before. He’d risk his life a thousand times for those girls if needed.
Adrestus turned and started to run. He didn’t know which direction to run, but he just ran. Something in his mind thought the worst. Adrestus pulled his hood tighter, trying not to have it fall while he was moving fast. He started to work a way around the mob. He suddenly felt something sharp at the side of his face, and he felt shoved against the wall. The sailor fell to his knees, his hand coming to his face. His eye felt like it was swelling, but he was on a mission. Shaky but still awake, Adrestus pulled himself up, using the wall as a crutch. He let out a moan and gripped the wall as he pulled himself together. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone else come towards him, probably to finish him off, and Adrestus took a breath. Adrestus closed both fists and started to punch before kicking his attacker to the ground. Adrestus took the moment he had to run off, still on his mission. He finally got to where Ari was and gasped when he saw her on the ground.
“I’m here,” Adrestus kept his hood on and glanced over towards Chrysanthe. “I can carry her.” He reached to pick Ari up, and Adrestus kept her close to protect her. “We need to get you both out of here.” His mind was jumbled, and he knew his eye was probably black and blue by now. All that mattered was Ari. “Do you know a good place to hide?” They had his ship, but that was probably too far, and Ari needed help and fast.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
{{ Inner Circle Near the Palat }}
Words traveled fast, and Adrestus was panicked. He had not been near the locations of the mob when it started and had been discussing things with his crew members. He was close, however, to get to it, but he also didn’t want to just go in without a plan. The mob was out for blood, and Adretsus knew he probably would be a target. He wasn’t a royal- but he was a noble and wealthy enough to where the mob would want him shredded. If something happened to him, he wouldn’t be any help. Instead, he’d be adding to the problem. Because he hadn’t been there at the beginning, he could strategize. Admittedly, it took some time to come up with a disguise- but finally, Adrestus headed towards the inner circle to see what he could do to help. He didn’t know who had been hurt, what had exactly happened, but he had a good idea.
Adrestus wore a hood and dressed to try to blend in with what the crowd wore. He was almost indistinguishable. Almost. The sword gave him away, and so did what he wore on his feet. If he spoke, too, his voice would also give him away as being a Nikolaos. He had never been perfect with disguises- and Tim could attest to that- but this was the best he could do.
As Adre got closer, the noble pulled his hood down further. He did not want anyone to see who he was…He started to look this way and that. He kept to the outside as best he could keeping to the shadows as best he could. He tried to get his surroundings covered- he wasn’t even sure who he was looking for. Who had the mob taken? Who was in the midst? He suddenly caught a glimpse of Hector, and he cautiously made his way towards him, blending in as much as he could in the angry mob. “Hector!” He moved behind the other man, calling out his name. Adrestus saw Marietta, and his eyes widened. “Marietta…oh gods...” He breathed, seeing her in Hector's arms. He started to reach for her before noticing something. “Where’s Ariadne!?!?” He asked, his voice louder and full of fear. He didn’t see her with Hector, and that was scary. Hector wouldn’t have let Air out of his sight. “I’ll go find her, Hector, promise.” His voice was full of confidence, and he flashed back to when he had saved Hector’s girls once before. He’d risk his life a thousand times for those girls if needed.
Adrestus turned and started to run. He didn’t know which direction to run, but he just ran. Something in his mind thought the worst. Adrestus pulled his hood tighter, trying not to have it fall while he was moving fast. He started to work a way around the mob. He suddenly felt something sharp at the side of his face, and he felt shoved against the wall. The sailor fell to his knees, his hand coming to his face. His eye felt like it was swelling, but he was on a mission. Shaky but still awake, Adrestus pulled himself up, using the wall as a crutch. He let out a moan and gripped the wall as he pulled himself together. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone else come towards him, probably to finish him off, and Adrestus took a breath. Adrestus closed both fists and started to punch before kicking his attacker to the ground. Adrestus took the moment he had to run off, still on his mission. He finally got to where Ari was and gasped when he saw her on the ground.
“I’m here,” Adrestus kept his hood on and glanced over towards Chrysanthe. “I can carry her.” He reached to pick Ari up, and Adrestus kept her close to protect her. “We need to get you both out of here.” His mind was jumbled, and he knew his eye was probably black and blue by now. All that mattered was Ari. “Do you know a good place to hide?” They had his ship, but that was probably too far, and Ari needed help and fast.
{{ Inner Circle Near the Palat }}
Words traveled fast, and Adrestus was panicked. He had not been near the locations of the mob when it started and had been discussing things with his crew members. He was close, however, to get to it, but he also didn’t want to just go in without a plan. The mob was out for blood, and Adretsus knew he probably would be a target. He wasn’t a royal- but he was a noble and wealthy enough to where the mob would want him shredded. If something happened to him, he wouldn’t be any help. Instead, he’d be adding to the problem. Because he hadn’t been there at the beginning, he could strategize. Admittedly, it took some time to come up with a disguise- but finally, Adrestus headed towards the inner circle to see what he could do to help. He didn’t know who had been hurt, what had exactly happened, but he had a good idea.
Adrestus wore a hood and dressed to try to blend in with what the crowd wore. He was almost indistinguishable. Almost. The sword gave him away, and so did what he wore on his feet. If he spoke, too, his voice would also give him away as being a Nikolaos. He had never been perfect with disguises- and Tim could attest to that- but this was the best he could do.
As Adre got closer, the noble pulled his hood down further. He did not want anyone to see who he was…He started to look this way and that. He kept to the outside as best he could keeping to the shadows as best he could. He tried to get his surroundings covered- he wasn’t even sure who he was looking for. Who had the mob taken? Who was in the midst? He suddenly caught a glimpse of Hector, and he cautiously made his way towards him, blending in as much as he could in the angry mob. “Hector!” He moved behind the other man, calling out his name. Adrestus saw Marietta, and his eyes widened. “Marietta…oh gods...” He breathed, seeing her in Hector's arms. He started to reach for her before noticing something. “Where’s Ariadne!?!?” He asked, his voice louder and full of fear. He didn’t see her with Hector, and that was scary. Hector wouldn’t have let Air out of his sight. “I’ll go find her, Hector, promise.” His voice was full of confidence, and he flashed back to when he had saved Hector’s girls once before. He’d risk his life a thousand times for those girls if needed.
Adrestus turned and started to run. He didn’t know which direction to run, but he just ran. Something in his mind thought the worst. Adrestus pulled his hood tighter, trying not to have it fall while he was moving fast. He started to work a way around the mob. He suddenly felt something sharp at the side of his face, and he felt shoved against the wall. The sailor fell to his knees, his hand coming to his face. His eye felt like it was swelling, but he was on a mission. Shaky but still awake, Adrestus pulled himself up, using the wall as a crutch. He let out a moan and gripped the wall as he pulled himself together. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone else come towards him, probably to finish him off, and Adrestus took a breath. Adrestus closed both fists and started to punch before kicking his attacker to the ground. Adrestus took the moment he had to run off, still on his mission. He finally got to where Ari was and gasped when he saw her on the ground.
“I’m here,” Adrestus kept his hood on and glanced over towards Chrysanthe. “I can carry her.” He reached to pick Ari up, and Adrestus kept her close to protect her. “We need to get you both out of here.” His mind was jumbled, and he knew his eye was probably black and blue by now. All that mattered was Ari. “Do you know a good place to hide?” They had his ship, but that was probably too far, and Ari needed help and fast.
Curveball Song of Angry Men
The Athenian Guard have been struggling to get through the crowd. Their horses were ripped out from beneath them and killed. Two guards have succumbed to their injuries but swords do speak and with enough of them, the crowd has been forced to give way. More men with swords, merchants, nobles, soldiers no longer on active duty, have come to bolster the ranks of the Athenian guard. Throughout the city, they are making progress. Shouts can be heard as men and women start to dart away, unwilling to be caught in the roundup that will no doubt take place. Hearing that help is on the way, the Palati guard bravely wade into the crowd, now not really concerned about an eternal tide of riot. The mob is being hacked front and back so they start hemorrhaging to the sides to escape. On their way, some still throw stones into the windows of noble's houses, at the guard, at the two rescued girls Danae of Stravos and @sofia, at Rafail of Marikas. Someone slams their fist into @adrestus face as they run by and smoosh @chrysanthe's face into the ground. @evi is abruptly dropped to the ground as her attackers flee. @cicero, @elysia, @iris, get one more parting treat: The lit torch is launched through the broken window before their assailants run at the sound of the guards.
JD
Staff Team
JD
Staff Team
This post was created by our staff team.
Please contact us with your queries and questions.
The Athenian Guard have been struggling to get through the crowd. Their horses were ripped out from beneath them and killed. Two guards have succumbed to their injuries but swords do speak and with enough of them, the crowd has been forced to give way. More men with swords, merchants, nobles, soldiers no longer on active duty, have come to bolster the ranks of the Athenian guard. Throughout the city, they are making progress. Shouts can be heard as men and women start to dart away, unwilling to be caught in the roundup that will no doubt take place. Hearing that help is on the way, the Palati guard bravely wade into the crowd, now not really concerned about an eternal tide of riot. The mob is being hacked front and back so they start hemorrhaging to the sides to escape. On their way, some still throw stones into the windows of noble's houses, at the guard, at the two rescued girls Danae of Stravos and @sofia, at Rafail of Marikas. Someone slams their fist into @adrestus face as they run by and smoosh @chrysanthe's face into the ground. @evi is abruptly dropped to the ground as her attackers flee. @cicero, @elysia, @iris, get one more parting treat: The lit torch is launched through the broken window before their assailants run at the sound of the guards.
Curveball Song of Angry Men
The Athenian Guard have been struggling to get through the crowd. Their horses were ripped out from beneath them and killed. Two guards have succumbed to their injuries but swords do speak and with enough of them, the crowd has been forced to give way. More men with swords, merchants, nobles, soldiers no longer on active duty, have come to bolster the ranks of the Athenian guard. Throughout the city, they are making progress. Shouts can be heard as men and women start to dart away, unwilling to be caught in the roundup that will no doubt take place. Hearing that help is on the way, the Palati guard bravely wade into the crowd, now not really concerned about an eternal tide of riot. The mob is being hacked front and back so they start hemorrhaging to the sides to escape. On their way, some still throw stones into the windows of noble's houses, at the guard, at the two rescued girls Danae of Stravos and @sofia, at Rafail of Marikas. Someone slams their fist into @adrestus face as they run by and smoosh @chrysanthe's face into the ground. @evi is abruptly dropped to the ground as her attackers flee. @cicero, @elysia, @iris, get one more parting treat: The lit torch is launched through the broken window before their assailants run at the sound of the guards.
The world was spinning. There was so much pain. Was this how it felt, to be poor? To be kicked and scratched and bitten, to see burning hatred in the eyes of everyone who looked at you? Was this Sofia’s penance for never caring? For never challenging the way her status treated these people? For never asking why? Strong hands gripped at her already bruised and bleeding arms, pulling upwards, pulling. This was it; soon her head would sit atop the city gates, left to stare blankly at the city. Would they point her towards the palati? Would her family have to stare into her lifeless eyes? Sofia was not sobbing, not anymore. The pain had faded into a dull roar. She stared at the street, covered in blood and writhing bodies.
She stopped moving upwards. These hands were too strong for a starving peasant, and then, then. She was on a horse. She was held by a guard, curled against his chest like a child. Her bones were weary, and she could not have moved even had she felt safe to. Even as the guards beat the mob away with swords, still they swarmed, filthy hands grazing at the horses, still screaming insults at top volume. Bleary green eyes searched the crowd from above now, and she could see Danae on another horse in the distance. Sofia could not quite bring herself to smile, not when she knew she had failed to protect her young cousin. She had failed in every way imaginable. Sofia of Marikas was utterly useless. The horse began to stumble forward, trying to escape the furious mob that was still chanting for her head.
The first stone missed. It clanged against the armor of the guard who held her, reverberating loudly in Sofia’s brain. The second one hit the side of her head, sharp and hard. Sofia still did not cry out. One more place to bleed from, more pain. She had reached her threshold minutes? hours? ago, when they had grabbed her in places no peasant should touch. They could not hurt her any longer. Her body was both numb and broken, her mind nearly blank. One word kept going through her mind: Failure, failure, failure. Another stone hit her shoulder, her leg, the horse’s neck. And they continued to trudge slowly through the crowd, screams and threats mingling with the horrid sound of swords shattering bone. Failure.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
The world was spinning. There was so much pain. Was this how it felt, to be poor? To be kicked and scratched and bitten, to see burning hatred in the eyes of everyone who looked at you? Was this Sofia’s penance for never caring? For never challenging the way her status treated these people? For never asking why? Strong hands gripped at her already bruised and bleeding arms, pulling upwards, pulling. This was it; soon her head would sit atop the city gates, left to stare blankly at the city. Would they point her towards the palati? Would her family have to stare into her lifeless eyes? Sofia was not sobbing, not anymore. The pain had faded into a dull roar. She stared at the street, covered in blood and writhing bodies.
She stopped moving upwards. These hands were too strong for a starving peasant, and then, then. She was on a horse. She was held by a guard, curled against his chest like a child. Her bones were weary, and she could not have moved even had she felt safe to. Even as the guards beat the mob away with swords, still they swarmed, filthy hands grazing at the horses, still screaming insults at top volume. Bleary green eyes searched the crowd from above now, and she could see Danae on another horse in the distance. Sofia could not quite bring herself to smile, not when she knew she had failed to protect her young cousin. She had failed in every way imaginable. Sofia of Marikas was utterly useless. The horse began to stumble forward, trying to escape the furious mob that was still chanting for her head.
The first stone missed. It clanged against the armor of the guard who held her, reverberating loudly in Sofia’s brain. The second one hit the side of her head, sharp and hard. Sofia still did not cry out. One more place to bleed from, more pain. She had reached her threshold minutes? hours? ago, when they had grabbed her in places no peasant should touch. They could not hurt her any longer. Her body was both numb and broken, her mind nearly blank. One word kept going through her mind: Failure, failure, failure. Another stone hit her shoulder, her leg, the horse’s neck. And they continued to trudge slowly through the crowd, screams and threats mingling with the horrid sound of swords shattering bone. Failure.
The world was spinning. There was so much pain. Was this how it felt, to be poor? To be kicked and scratched and bitten, to see burning hatred in the eyes of everyone who looked at you? Was this Sofia’s penance for never caring? For never challenging the way her status treated these people? For never asking why? Strong hands gripped at her already bruised and bleeding arms, pulling upwards, pulling. This was it; soon her head would sit atop the city gates, left to stare blankly at the city. Would they point her towards the palati? Would her family have to stare into her lifeless eyes? Sofia was not sobbing, not anymore. The pain had faded into a dull roar. She stared at the street, covered in blood and writhing bodies.
She stopped moving upwards. These hands were too strong for a starving peasant, and then, then. She was on a horse. She was held by a guard, curled against his chest like a child. Her bones were weary, and she could not have moved even had she felt safe to. Even as the guards beat the mob away with swords, still they swarmed, filthy hands grazing at the horses, still screaming insults at top volume. Bleary green eyes searched the crowd from above now, and she could see Danae on another horse in the distance. Sofia could not quite bring herself to smile, not when she knew she had failed to protect her young cousin. She had failed in every way imaginable. Sofia of Marikas was utterly useless. The horse began to stumble forward, trying to escape the furious mob that was still chanting for her head.
The first stone missed. It clanged against the armor of the guard who held her, reverberating loudly in Sofia’s brain. The second one hit the side of her head, sharp and hard. Sofia still did not cry out. One more place to bleed from, more pain. She had reached her threshold minutes? hours? ago, when they had grabbed her in places no peasant should touch. They could not hurt her any longer. Her body was both numb and broken, her mind nearly blank. One word kept going through her mind: Failure, failure, failure. Another stone hit her shoulder, her leg, the horse’s neck. And they continued to trudge slowly through the crowd, screams and threats mingling with the horrid sound of swords shattering bone. Failure.
The table was old and weighty, and it took Cicero plus all of the servants to drag its bulk in front of the door, but it settled there with a reassuring bulk. Cicero motioned the servants out of the back door with a sharp wave of his hand. Whatever those people on the street might believe, their staff were treated kindly for the most part, and the spymaster would not see them risked in this insanity.
With a sweeping glance around the kitchen and scullery, Cicero snatched up some of the rough himations that the serving girls wore and a bundle of linens that looked suspiciously like bedsheets, but this wasn’t the time to be fussy. He pushed them into the arms of Lady Iris and bid her use them to disguise the children and as much as was possible, herself and Elysia too.
Outback, between the rows of the houses, Cicero’s contact had appeared, a donkey pulling a cart that would take them to the outer circle, to a safe house there. It would not be to Elysia’s standards he knew, but the spymaster had seen the look upon her face and her worry for the children; she would endure anything to keep them safe, he was certain.
Moving to speak in low tones to the man driving them, Cicero accepted the man’s own cloak and then took the few steps to assist Elysia and the children into the cart.
“Just go where he tells you and don’t make a fuss” he instructed, the usually impervious mask he wore crumbling just a little. Tight lines of tension were drawn across his features, but there was a softness to his gaze as he swept Idalia’s hair back from her brow and spoke to her. “And you must be good and help your mother with Rastus. We’re going to visit some friends of Papa’s now.”
The girl nodded, big eyes solemn and a little frightened as they darted over his shoulder toward where the sound of the mob was now interspersed with the shouting of the Athenian Guard. Cicero patted Rastus absently on the head before he caught hold of Elysia’s hand and systematically removed each of the rings she wore, folding her fingers around them as he put them in her grip. “Tuck those away. Earrings too. And you, Iris.”
He jerked his head at the driver, who gathered the reins and slapped them across the rump of the donkey. “I will join you there letter. This ridiculousness has gone on long enough, and there are some things I must do. Gods be with you.”
And with that, the master informer bid his small family a temporary farewell, rearranging the himation about his shoulders and slipping into one of the rat runs that cut through the city. He had some business to attend to.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
The table was old and weighty, and it took Cicero plus all of the servants to drag its bulk in front of the door, but it settled there with a reassuring bulk. Cicero motioned the servants out of the back door with a sharp wave of his hand. Whatever those people on the street might believe, their staff were treated kindly for the most part, and the spymaster would not see them risked in this insanity.
With a sweeping glance around the kitchen and scullery, Cicero snatched up some of the rough himations that the serving girls wore and a bundle of linens that looked suspiciously like bedsheets, but this wasn’t the time to be fussy. He pushed them into the arms of Lady Iris and bid her use them to disguise the children and as much as was possible, herself and Elysia too.
Outback, between the rows of the houses, Cicero’s contact had appeared, a donkey pulling a cart that would take them to the outer circle, to a safe house there. It would not be to Elysia’s standards he knew, but the spymaster had seen the look upon her face and her worry for the children; she would endure anything to keep them safe, he was certain.
Moving to speak in low tones to the man driving them, Cicero accepted the man’s own cloak and then took the few steps to assist Elysia and the children into the cart.
“Just go where he tells you and don’t make a fuss” he instructed, the usually impervious mask he wore crumbling just a little. Tight lines of tension were drawn across his features, but there was a softness to his gaze as he swept Idalia’s hair back from her brow and spoke to her. “And you must be good and help your mother with Rastus. We’re going to visit some friends of Papa’s now.”
The girl nodded, big eyes solemn and a little frightened as they darted over his shoulder toward where the sound of the mob was now interspersed with the shouting of the Athenian Guard. Cicero patted Rastus absently on the head before he caught hold of Elysia’s hand and systematically removed each of the rings she wore, folding her fingers around them as he put them in her grip. “Tuck those away. Earrings too. And you, Iris.”
He jerked his head at the driver, who gathered the reins and slapped them across the rump of the donkey. “I will join you there letter. This ridiculousness has gone on long enough, and there are some things I must do. Gods be with you.”
And with that, the master informer bid his small family a temporary farewell, rearranging the himation about his shoulders and slipping into one of the rat runs that cut through the city. He had some business to attend to.
The table was old and weighty, and it took Cicero plus all of the servants to drag its bulk in front of the door, but it settled there with a reassuring bulk. Cicero motioned the servants out of the back door with a sharp wave of his hand. Whatever those people on the street might believe, their staff were treated kindly for the most part, and the spymaster would not see them risked in this insanity.
With a sweeping glance around the kitchen and scullery, Cicero snatched up some of the rough himations that the serving girls wore and a bundle of linens that looked suspiciously like bedsheets, but this wasn’t the time to be fussy. He pushed them into the arms of Lady Iris and bid her use them to disguise the children and as much as was possible, herself and Elysia too.
Outback, between the rows of the houses, Cicero’s contact had appeared, a donkey pulling a cart that would take them to the outer circle, to a safe house there. It would not be to Elysia’s standards he knew, but the spymaster had seen the look upon her face and her worry for the children; she would endure anything to keep them safe, he was certain.
Moving to speak in low tones to the man driving them, Cicero accepted the man’s own cloak and then took the few steps to assist Elysia and the children into the cart.
“Just go where he tells you and don’t make a fuss” he instructed, the usually impervious mask he wore crumbling just a little. Tight lines of tension were drawn across his features, but there was a softness to his gaze as he swept Idalia’s hair back from her brow and spoke to her. “And you must be good and help your mother with Rastus. We’re going to visit some friends of Papa’s now.”
The girl nodded, big eyes solemn and a little frightened as they darted over his shoulder toward where the sound of the mob was now interspersed with the shouting of the Athenian Guard. Cicero patted Rastus absently on the head before he caught hold of Elysia’s hand and systematically removed each of the rings she wore, folding her fingers around them as he put them in her grip. “Tuck those away. Earrings too. And you, Iris.”
He jerked his head at the driver, who gathered the reins and slapped them across the rump of the donkey. “I will join you there letter. This ridiculousness has gone on long enough, and there are some things I must do. Gods be with you.”
And with that, the master informer bid his small family a temporary farewell, rearranging the himation about his shoulders and slipping into one of the rat runs that cut through the city. He had some business to attend to.
It was almost like what happens to a flame when one attempts to put it out. The bright orange heat would grow for a moment, fighting for life in spite of its promised doom, before sputtering out shortly after. That’s all the peasants were now that the guard had arrived and the crowd was being forced to disperse. They were getting angrier to let the last of their rage out before they accepted that it was over and left everyone return back to their lives. Right, that’s what it had to be as they continued to through their stones and hurt those who were trying to restore order.
That had to be the only reason, right?
Danae tried to remind herself of this as she clung to the Athenian Guard who had rescued her from this insane crowd that wanted to kill her because of her brother’s actions. All her life, Danae had tried to make herself bigger than the skin she had been born into. That she was someone who could rise above the constraints handed down to her by her gender. Everything she had ever done was to prove that even though she may be young, she was most certainly worthy of bearing the Stravos name. Now though? She couldn’t seem to make herself smaller in the face of the legacy that Elias had given her as her inheritance as a Stravos. She couldn’t believe how she was trying to shrink against this hero, ducking her head down so that it wouldn’t be struck by the stones being lobbed at her. If Danae’s mind hadn’t been so preoccupied with the stress of making out of this mess alive, she might have thought it almost comical that she had finally gotten what she wanted.
She wasn’t just some girl that was kept in her brother’s shadow. Everyone could see that she was a true Stravos now.
It was her name alone that was garnering this hate. None of these people actually knew the sixteen-year-old girl who was cowering in fear. Not that it would have mattered to them anyhow. What would they care for this rich girl’s struggle to prove that she could be just as good of an economy driver as her male relatives? Her ruined dress was worth more than what some of these people would make in a year! Why should they have sympathy for her? Not even the simple truth that she hated her brother too could save her from their wrath as she would never be seen as someone who was powerless to do anything about Elias. She was his sister, surely she could have done something to keep him in check! It didn’t matter to them that things were so much more complicated than that. That she was far more complex than the simple image of a rich girl they had assigned to her. It did not fucking matter to them as they threw their stones and didn’t care where they landed. Just as long as they hit someone -- as if their pain can be transferred by inflicting it upon others.
Sofia might have gone numb to it all. From the way they had been touched to the stones now striking their backs, her cousin might not have been able to feel anything, but Danae was not lucky enough to retreat in her own mind. There was no escape for her. Not when the desire to scream, cry, and curse them all for doing this clawed its way up her throat. The sheer injustice of it all demanded that Danae remain present, no matter how badly she wished that one merciful stone might crash into her temple so she could slump forward and be blissfully unaware of this hellscape. Curse her wretched instincts for protecting her skull as numerous stones scraped against her back and pummeled her legs. The pain hurt like something Danae had never known as her peplos continued to be torn to shreds as the Athenian Guard pushed his way through the crowd, trying to make it to the palati without either of them being uprooted from their steeds.
Danae could hear a rock fly by her ear, leaving a sickening ringing echo in her ear the one time she dared to glance up and see how far away the gates were as the Athenian guard met up with the Palati soldiers, offering their support to follow Raf’s orders and get the girls inside to safety. They could do little about the volley of stones coming from the edges of the quickly moving crowd. There were just too many coming from all different directions. However, Danae could see that they all were closer than she had thought they had been when she had first ducked her head down.
Just three horses away, she quietly thought to herself as she measured the distance. The end of this nightmare was within sight, they just had to withstand it long enough to make it there. Danae ducked her head back down as she braced herself for what would hopefully be the last of this angry mob’s fury against her. It seemed to be that the crowd could sense that the girls they had marked for sacrifice were about to escape their grasps as the stones that hit Danae almost felt harder against her skin. Pebbles that would have left white scrapes now felt like boulders that broke the skin. The girl cried out as one particularly jagged rock hit her left leg, cutting it unlike the others had. She didn’t dare to look down, but she could feel how the cool warmth of her blood was beginning to trickle out and around the debris left behind.
It took everything within the girl not to puke.
By some miracle and through lots of silent prayers to the gods above, Danae could see out of the corner of her eyes, the grand gates of the palati opening up a smidge for the guards to get through. What she couldn’t see was that the palace soldiers had gathered behind them, creating a human shield long enough to keep any of the peasants from following as the two horses slipped through and clattered shut with a grand noise behind them.
Danae let go of a deep sigh that she had not known that she was holding in when she heard that booming sound, now knowing that the worst of what had happened was now over. If there was any place in Athenia that would be able to withstand the might of the mob it was the palati and now she was safe behind its walls. She didn’t even wait for help to get her down when the horse finally came to a stop, hopefully far enough away from those still throwing stones at the girls. Danae slid off the horse’s back and fell against the ground, so utterly exhausted from the entire ordeal that she had momentarily forgotten how to stand. Tears welled in her eyes from the sheer relief that it was over as the girl muttered to every god out there for allowing her to live. It hadn’t seemed possible that she would escape this alive when she had seen poor Taureas have his skill smashed in back at the Stravos manor, but by some miracle, she was not dead.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Rafail nearby, but Danae didn’t care to say her thanks to the man who had sent out the guard. Not just yet at least. At least not while her eyes had landed on her poor cousin just a little bit away who had also been taken down from her horse. Without thinking about the nasty wound on her leg, Danae raced forward to Sofia, quickly wrapping her arms around the girl in a tight hug as the younger girl practically sobbed into her cousins’ shoulder. “I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry Sofia…” Her words made it clear that Danae blamed herself for this disaster. In a way, it was her fault. Had she not invited Sofia over, she would have never been in harm’s way like this. “They didn’t hurt you, right?” Danae asked, concerned that her friend might have sustained some horrible injury in the whole ordeal, but she couldn’t see for herself through her own blurry vision.
Of course, Danae knew that Sofia was not alright. Neither of them would ever be ‘alright’ after something like that. The two of them would bear scars that would never heal over. Danae already was fully aware of this simple truth, but she could at least hope that the physical wounds that they had been given would have the chance to heal over. Danae didn’t know what would happen if Sofia had sustained a wound that had done too much damage. They had come this far, survived so much already. They both might be covered in their own blood. Their dresses might be so tattered that it looked like that they had come straight from a battlefield, but the fabric could be replaced. Wounds would heal over. They would both be physically fine, right?
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
It was almost like what happens to a flame when one attempts to put it out. The bright orange heat would grow for a moment, fighting for life in spite of its promised doom, before sputtering out shortly after. That’s all the peasants were now that the guard had arrived and the crowd was being forced to disperse. They were getting angrier to let the last of their rage out before they accepted that it was over and left everyone return back to their lives. Right, that’s what it had to be as they continued to through their stones and hurt those who were trying to restore order.
That had to be the only reason, right?
Danae tried to remind herself of this as she clung to the Athenian Guard who had rescued her from this insane crowd that wanted to kill her because of her brother’s actions. All her life, Danae had tried to make herself bigger than the skin she had been born into. That she was someone who could rise above the constraints handed down to her by her gender. Everything she had ever done was to prove that even though she may be young, she was most certainly worthy of bearing the Stravos name. Now though? She couldn’t seem to make herself smaller in the face of the legacy that Elias had given her as her inheritance as a Stravos. She couldn’t believe how she was trying to shrink against this hero, ducking her head down so that it wouldn’t be struck by the stones being lobbed at her. If Danae’s mind hadn’t been so preoccupied with the stress of making out of this mess alive, she might have thought it almost comical that she had finally gotten what she wanted.
She wasn’t just some girl that was kept in her brother’s shadow. Everyone could see that she was a true Stravos now.
It was her name alone that was garnering this hate. None of these people actually knew the sixteen-year-old girl who was cowering in fear. Not that it would have mattered to them anyhow. What would they care for this rich girl’s struggle to prove that she could be just as good of an economy driver as her male relatives? Her ruined dress was worth more than what some of these people would make in a year! Why should they have sympathy for her? Not even the simple truth that she hated her brother too could save her from their wrath as she would never be seen as someone who was powerless to do anything about Elias. She was his sister, surely she could have done something to keep him in check! It didn’t matter to them that things were so much more complicated than that. That she was far more complex than the simple image of a rich girl they had assigned to her. It did not fucking matter to them as they threw their stones and didn’t care where they landed. Just as long as they hit someone -- as if their pain can be transferred by inflicting it upon others.
Sofia might have gone numb to it all. From the way they had been touched to the stones now striking their backs, her cousin might not have been able to feel anything, but Danae was not lucky enough to retreat in her own mind. There was no escape for her. Not when the desire to scream, cry, and curse them all for doing this clawed its way up her throat. The sheer injustice of it all demanded that Danae remain present, no matter how badly she wished that one merciful stone might crash into her temple so she could slump forward and be blissfully unaware of this hellscape. Curse her wretched instincts for protecting her skull as numerous stones scraped against her back and pummeled her legs. The pain hurt like something Danae had never known as her peplos continued to be torn to shreds as the Athenian Guard pushed his way through the crowd, trying to make it to the palati without either of them being uprooted from their steeds.
Danae could hear a rock fly by her ear, leaving a sickening ringing echo in her ear the one time she dared to glance up and see how far away the gates were as the Athenian guard met up with the Palati soldiers, offering their support to follow Raf’s orders and get the girls inside to safety. They could do little about the volley of stones coming from the edges of the quickly moving crowd. There were just too many coming from all different directions. However, Danae could see that they all were closer than she had thought they had been when she had first ducked her head down.
Just three horses away, she quietly thought to herself as she measured the distance. The end of this nightmare was within sight, they just had to withstand it long enough to make it there. Danae ducked her head back down as she braced herself for what would hopefully be the last of this angry mob’s fury against her. It seemed to be that the crowd could sense that the girls they had marked for sacrifice were about to escape their grasps as the stones that hit Danae almost felt harder against her skin. Pebbles that would have left white scrapes now felt like boulders that broke the skin. The girl cried out as one particularly jagged rock hit her left leg, cutting it unlike the others had. She didn’t dare to look down, but she could feel how the cool warmth of her blood was beginning to trickle out and around the debris left behind.
It took everything within the girl not to puke.
By some miracle and through lots of silent prayers to the gods above, Danae could see out of the corner of her eyes, the grand gates of the palati opening up a smidge for the guards to get through. What she couldn’t see was that the palace soldiers had gathered behind them, creating a human shield long enough to keep any of the peasants from following as the two horses slipped through and clattered shut with a grand noise behind them.
Danae let go of a deep sigh that she had not known that she was holding in when she heard that booming sound, now knowing that the worst of what had happened was now over. If there was any place in Athenia that would be able to withstand the might of the mob it was the palati and now she was safe behind its walls. She didn’t even wait for help to get her down when the horse finally came to a stop, hopefully far enough away from those still throwing stones at the girls. Danae slid off the horse’s back and fell against the ground, so utterly exhausted from the entire ordeal that she had momentarily forgotten how to stand. Tears welled in her eyes from the sheer relief that it was over as the girl muttered to every god out there for allowing her to live. It hadn’t seemed possible that she would escape this alive when she had seen poor Taureas have his skill smashed in back at the Stravos manor, but by some miracle, she was not dead.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Rafail nearby, but Danae didn’t care to say her thanks to the man who had sent out the guard. Not just yet at least. At least not while her eyes had landed on her poor cousin just a little bit away who had also been taken down from her horse. Without thinking about the nasty wound on her leg, Danae raced forward to Sofia, quickly wrapping her arms around the girl in a tight hug as the younger girl practically sobbed into her cousins’ shoulder. “I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry Sofia…” Her words made it clear that Danae blamed herself for this disaster. In a way, it was her fault. Had she not invited Sofia over, she would have never been in harm’s way like this. “They didn’t hurt you, right?” Danae asked, concerned that her friend might have sustained some horrible injury in the whole ordeal, but she couldn’t see for herself through her own blurry vision.
Of course, Danae knew that Sofia was not alright. Neither of them would ever be ‘alright’ after something like that. The two of them would bear scars that would never heal over. Danae already was fully aware of this simple truth, but she could at least hope that the physical wounds that they had been given would have the chance to heal over. Danae didn’t know what would happen if Sofia had sustained a wound that had done too much damage. They had come this far, survived so much already. They both might be covered in their own blood. Their dresses might be so tattered that it looked like that they had come straight from a battlefield, but the fabric could be replaced. Wounds would heal over. They would both be physically fine, right?
It was almost like what happens to a flame when one attempts to put it out. The bright orange heat would grow for a moment, fighting for life in spite of its promised doom, before sputtering out shortly after. That’s all the peasants were now that the guard had arrived and the crowd was being forced to disperse. They were getting angrier to let the last of their rage out before they accepted that it was over and left everyone return back to their lives. Right, that’s what it had to be as they continued to through their stones and hurt those who were trying to restore order.
That had to be the only reason, right?
Danae tried to remind herself of this as she clung to the Athenian Guard who had rescued her from this insane crowd that wanted to kill her because of her brother’s actions. All her life, Danae had tried to make herself bigger than the skin she had been born into. That she was someone who could rise above the constraints handed down to her by her gender. Everything she had ever done was to prove that even though she may be young, she was most certainly worthy of bearing the Stravos name. Now though? She couldn’t seem to make herself smaller in the face of the legacy that Elias had given her as her inheritance as a Stravos. She couldn’t believe how she was trying to shrink against this hero, ducking her head down so that it wouldn’t be struck by the stones being lobbed at her. If Danae’s mind hadn’t been so preoccupied with the stress of making out of this mess alive, she might have thought it almost comical that she had finally gotten what she wanted.
She wasn’t just some girl that was kept in her brother’s shadow. Everyone could see that she was a true Stravos now.
It was her name alone that was garnering this hate. None of these people actually knew the sixteen-year-old girl who was cowering in fear. Not that it would have mattered to them anyhow. What would they care for this rich girl’s struggle to prove that she could be just as good of an economy driver as her male relatives? Her ruined dress was worth more than what some of these people would make in a year! Why should they have sympathy for her? Not even the simple truth that she hated her brother too could save her from their wrath as she would never be seen as someone who was powerless to do anything about Elias. She was his sister, surely she could have done something to keep him in check! It didn’t matter to them that things were so much more complicated than that. That she was far more complex than the simple image of a rich girl they had assigned to her. It did not fucking matter to them as they threw their stones and didn’t care where they landed. Just as long as they hit someone -- as if their pain can be transferred by inflicting it upon others.
Sofia might have gone numb to it all. From the way they had been touched to the stones now striking their backs, her cousin might not have been able to feel anything, but Danae was not lucky enough to retreat in her own mind. There was no escape for her. Not when the desire to scream, cry, and curse them all for doing this clawed its way up her throat. The sheer injustice of it all demanded that Danae remain present, no matter how badly she wished that one merciful stone might crash into her temple so she could slump forward and be blissfully unaware of this hellscape. Curse her wretched instincts for protecting her skull as numerous stones scraped against her back and pummeled her legs. The pain hurt like something Danae had never known as her peplos continued to be torn to shreds as the Athenian Guard pushed his way through the crowd, trying to make it to the palati without either of them being uprooted from their steeds.
Danae could hear a rock fly by her ear, leaving a sickening ringing echo in her ear the one time she dared to glance up and see how far away the gates were as the Athenian guard met up with the Palati soldiers, offering their support to follow Raf’s orders and get the girls inside to safety. They could do little about the volley of stones coming from the edges of the quickly moving crowd. There were just too many coming from all different directions. However, Danae could see that they all were closer than she had thought they had been when she had first ducked her head down.
Just three horses away, she quietly thought to herself as she measured the distance. The end of this nightmare was within sight, they just had to withstand it long enough to make it there. Danae ducked her head back down as she braced herself for what would hopefully be the last of this angry mob’s fury against her. It seemed to be that the crowd could sense that the girls they had marked for sacrifice were about to escape their grasps as the stones that hit Danae almost felt harder against her skin. Pebbles that would have left white scrapes now felt like boulders that broke the skin. The girl cried out as one particularly jagged rock hit her left leg, cutting it unlike the others had. She didn’t dare to look down, but she could feel how the cool warmth of her blood was beginning to trickle out and around the debris left behind.
It took everything within the girl not to puke.
By some miracle and through lots of silent prayers to the gods above, Danae could see out of the corner of her eyes, the grand gates of the palati opening up a smidge for the guards to get through. What she couldn’t see was that the palace soldiers had gathered behind them, creating a human shield long enough to keep any of the peasants from following as the two horses slipped through and clattered shut with a grand noise behind them.
Danae let go of a deep sigh that she had not known that she was holding in when she heard that booming sound, now knowing that the worst of what had happened was now over. If there was any place in Athenia that would be able to withstand the might of the mob it was the palati and now she was safe behind its walls. She didn’t even wait for help to get her down when the horse finally came to a stop, hopefully far enough away from those still throwing stones at the girls. Danae slid off the horse’s back and fell against the ground, so utterly exhausted from the entire ordeal that she had momentarily forgotten how to stand. Tears welled in her eyes from the sheer relief that it was over as the girl muttered to every god out there for allowing her to live. It hadn’t seemed possible that she would escape this alive when she had seen poor Taureas have his skill smashed in back at the Stravos manor, but by some miracle, she was not dead.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Rafail nearby, but Danae didn’t care to say her thanks to the man who had sent out the guard. Not just yet at least. At least not while her eyes had landed on her poor cousin just a little bit away who had also been taken down from her horse. Without thinking about the nasty wound on her leg, Danae raced forward to Sofia, quickly wrapping her arms around the girl in a tight hug as the younger girl practically sobbed into her cousins’ shoulder. “I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry Sofia…” Her words made it clear that Danae blamed herself for this disaster. In a way, it was her fault. Had she not invited Sofia over, she would have never been in harm’s way like this. “They didn’t hurt you, right?” Danae asked, concerned that her friend might have sustained some horrible injury in the whole ordeal, but she couldn’t see for herself through her own blurry vision.
Of course, Danae knew that Sofia was not alright. Neither of them would ever be ‘alright’ after something like that. The two of them would bear scars that would never heal over. Danae already was fully aware of this simple truth, but she could at least hope that the physical wounds that they had been given would have the chance to heal over. Danae didn’t know what would happen if Sofia had sustained a wound that had done too much damage. They had come this far, survived so much already. They both might be covered in their own blood. Their dresses might be so tattered that it looked like that they had come straight from a battlefield, but the fabric could be replaced. Wounds would heal over. They would both be physically fine, right?
It was years, eons, before the Athenia Guard—the real hero—deposited her on the ground, safe inside the gates.
Safe. It was almost a comical word. She was safe from the biting, clawing, ripping, yes. She was safe from the vile abuse and luminous, desperate eyes. Her body was safe. Even now, she could see one of the guards running for a physician. Her skin would likely bear scars, permanent reminders of her failure. Her soul… Sofia of Marikas was not safe from herself. She had grown numb to the screaming mob, numb to everything but her own voice inside her head. Failure, failure. She did not react as Danae nearly crashed into her, slowly sinking to the ground in her little cousin’s arms. The words the girl was saying did not make any sense. Sofia turned her shaking gaze on Danae, still not moving to return the embrace. “Never apologize, this was not your fault. I—” Her voice broke. I failed you, most of all. I should have protected you. This is all my fault. Her soul felt like it was seeping from her body with every labored breath. Gods, this broken girl, this child… Sofia had frozen, useless, and now Danae thought it was her fault. As though a sixteen-year-old girl stood a chance against a mob. Sofia should have shielded her, thrown herself into the writhing bodies to save the younger girl. She should have screamed at the top of her lungs for help. She should have done something, anything.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing, Danae.” There it was. Sofia shrugged the girl’s arms from her shoulders, weakly wrapping Danae in her own. It was too little, too late. Resting her head on top of her cousin’s, she scanned the courtyard with rapidly blurring eyes. She saw Raf, but instead of relief, her stomach flooded with even more shame. She had disgraced her House. Disgraced him, and Pavlos, and their father. Her eyes turned downwards once again, too ashamed to look at him. Failure, failure. “The physician will be here soon,” she murmured, hoping the weak, obvious words would comfort her cousin. “We’re going to be alright. They didn’t hurt me.”
It was true, they didn’t hurt her. The mob had done with no small adrenaline burst, no insignificant adventure could possibly have accomplished. They had made Sofia see her true self. And she was nothing.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
It was years, eons, before the Athenia Guard—the real hero—deposited her on the ground, safe inside the gates.
Safe. It was almost a comical word. She was safe from the biting, clawing, ripping, yes. She was safe from the vile abuse and luminous, desperate eyes. Her body was safe. Even now, she could see one of the guards running for a physician. Her skin would likely bear scars, permanent reminders of her failure. Her soul… Sofia of Marikas was not safe from herself. She had grown numb to the screaming mob, numb to everything but her own voice inside her head. Failure, failure. She did not react as Danae nearly crashed into her, slowly sinking to the ground in her little cousin’s arms. The words the girl was saying did not make any sense. Sofia turned her shaking gaze on Danae, still not moving to return the embrace. “Never apologize, this was not your fault. I—” Her voice broke. I failed you, most of all. I should have protected you. This is all my fault. Her soul felt like it was seeping from her body with every labored breath. Gods, this broken girl, this child… Sofia had frozen, useless, and now Danae thought it was her fault. As though a sixteen-year-old girl stood a chance against a mob. Sofia should have shielded her, thrown herself into the writhing bodies to save the younger girl. She should have screamed at the top of her lungs for help. She should have done something, anything.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing, Danae.” There it was. Sofia shrugged the girl’s arms from her shoulders, weakly wrapping Danae in her own. It was too little, too late. Resting her head on top of her cousin’s, she scanned the courtyard with rapidly blurring eyes. She saw Raf, but instead of relief, her stomach flooded with even more shame. She had disgraced her House. Disgraced him, and Pavlos, and their father. Her eyes turned downwards once again, too ashamed to look at him. Failure, failure. “The physician will be here soon,” she murmured, hoping the weak, obvious words would comfort her cousin. “We’re going to be alright. They didn’t hurt me.”
It was true, they didn’t hurt her. The mob had done with no small adrenaline burst, no insignificant adventure could possibly have accomplished. They had made Sofia see her true self. And she was nothing.
It was years, eons, before the Athenia Guard—the real hero—deposited her on the ground, safe inside the gates.
Safe. It was almost a comical word. She was safe from the biting, clawing, ripping, yes. She was safe from the vile abuse and luminous, desperate eyes. Her body was safe. Even now, she could see one of the guards running for a physician. Her skin would likely bear scars, permanent reminders of her failure. Her soul… Sofia of Marikas was not safe from herself. She had grown numb to the screaming mob, numb to everything but her own voice inside her head. Failure, failure. She did not react as Danae nearly crashed into her, slowly sinking to the ground in her little cousin’s arms. The words the girl was saying did not make any sense. Sofia turned her shaking gaze on Danae, still not moving to return the embrace. “Never apologize, this was not your fault. I—” Her voice broke. I failed you, most of all. I should have protected you. This is all my fault. Her soul felt like it was seeping from her body with every labored breath. Gods, this broken girl, this child… Sofia had frozen, useless, and now Danae thought it was her fault. As though a sixteen-year-old girl stood a chance against a mob. Sofia should have shielded her, thrown herself into the writhing bodies to save the younger girl. She should have screamed at the top of her lungs for help. She should have done something, anything.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing, Danae.” There it was. Sofia shrugged the girl’s arms from her shoulders, weakly wrapping Danae in her own. It was too little, too late. Resting her head on top of her cousin’s, she scanned the courtyard with rapidly blurring eyes. She saw Raf, but instead of relief, her stomach flooded with even more shame. She had disgraced her House. Disgraced him, and Pavlos, and their father. Her eyes turned downwards once again, too ashamed to look at him. Failure, failure. “The physician will be here soon,” she murmured, hoping the weak, obvious words would comfort her cousin. “We’re going to be alright. They didn’t hurt me.”
It was true, they didn’t hurt her. The mob had done with no small adrenaline burst, no insignificant adventure could possibly have accomplished. They had made Sofia see her true self. And she was nothing.
As the crowd continued to churn around them angrily, all Chrysanthe wanted was to escape. She wanted it to all be over, and to just be able to go home and collapse. More than anything, she just wanted the pounding in her head to stop. That couldn’t happen now. This nightmare still wasn’t over. They weren’t safe yet, and she just had to keep going. Ari was unconscious, she couldn’t run away now. Not with her friend injured.
Just as Chrysanthe had slowly begun to realize that the others with her were going to be no help to her in carrying Ari, yet another stranger approached them. She could only assume that he knew her companions, as they had never met before, but at this point, anyone who was offering help was a friend as far as she was concerned.
As the man hoisted the woman over his shoulder, Chrysanthe was finally hopeful that she would be out of this chaos soon. Everyone else she was with could walk out of here under their own power, and a man who was strong enough to carry Ariadne, and possibly protect them if it came to it, was much appreciated. Chrysanthe’s stomach dropped as he asked if she knew of somewhere they could hide. “No I…” Chrysanthe glanced around at Hebe, hoping that she might have some better ideas of where they might be able to hide. “I’ve never been to this city before,” she admitted helplessly.
The next thing Chrysanthe knew, there was a flash of black, the world seemed to spin on its axis, the ground rising up to meet her. A sudden burst of white as pain exploded in her nose. There was dirt in her mouth. When did that get there? What was she doing on the ground? The previous events came back to her suddenly. “Ari!” She cried, pushing herself up quickly and trying to look for her. That was a mistake. The world swam around her nauseatingly. She ended up on her hands and knees regurgitating what little lunch she had eaten earlier in the day.
A few deep breaths later, she could sit without any sudden waves of nausea, but she still didn’t dare to make any quick movements, or even look around too quickly. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed. “Hebe?” she asked, hoping whatever had hit her hadn’t separated her from the one conscious person whose name she knew. The man who now had Ariadne...she could only hope he was still here and that he had had good intentions.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
As the crowd continued to churn around them angrily, all Chrysanthe wanted was to escape. She wanted it to all be over, and to just be able to go home and collapse. More than anything, she just wanted the pounding in her head to stop. That couldn’t happen now. This nightmare still wasn’t over. They weren’t safe yet, and she just had to keep going. Ari was unconscious, she couldn’t run away now. Not with her friend injured.
Just as Chrysanthe had slowly begun to realize that the others with her were going to be no help to her in carrying Ari, yet another stranger approached them. She could only assume that he knew her companions, as they had never met before, but at this point, anyone who was offering help was a friend as far as she was concerned.
As the man hoisted the woman over his shoulder, Chrysanthe was finally hopeful that she would be out of this chaos soon. Everyone else she was with could walk out of here under their own power, and a man who was strong enough to carry Ariadne, and possibly protect them if it came to it, was much appreciated. Chrysanthe’s stomach dropped as he asked if she knew of somewhere they could hide. “No I…” Chrysanthe glanced around at Hebe, hoping that she might have some better ideas of where they might be able to hide. “I’ve never been to this city before,” she admitted helplessly.
The next thing Chrysanthe knew, there was a flash of black, the world seemed to spin on its axis, the ground rising up to meet her. A sudden burst of white as pain exploded in her nose. There was dirt in her mouth. When did that get there? What was she doing on the ground? The previous events came back to her suddenly. “Ari!” She cried, pushing herself up quickly and trying to look for her. That was a mistake. The world swam around her nauseatingly. She ended up on her hands and knees regurgitating what little lunch she had eaten earlier in the day.
A few deep breaths later, she could sit without any sudden waves of nausea, but she still didn’t dare to make any quick movements, or even look around too quickly. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed. “Hebe?” she asked, hoping whatever had hit her hadn’t separated her from the one conscious person whose name she knew. The man who now had Ariadne...she could only hope he was still here and that he had had good intentions.
As the crowd continued to churn around them angrily, all Chrysanthe wanted was to escape. She wanted it to all be over, and to just be able to go home and collapse. More than anything, she just wanted the pounding in her head to stop. That couldn’t happen now. This nightmare still wasn’t over. They weren’t safe yet, and she just had to keep going. Ari was unconscious, she couldn’t run away now. Not with her friend injured.
Just as Chrysanthe had slowly begun to realize that the others with her were going to be no help to her in carrying Ari, yet another stranger approached them. She could only assume that he knew her companions, as they had never met before, but at this point, anyone who was offering help was a friend as far as she was concerned.
As the man hoisted the woman over his shoulder, Chrysanthe was finally hopeful that she would be out of this chaos soon. Everyone else she was with could walk out of here under their own power, and a man who was strong enough to carry Ariadne, and possibly protect them if it came to it, was much appreciated. Chrysanthe’s stomach dropped as he asked if she knew of somewhere they could hide. “No I…” Chrysanthe glanced around at Hebe, hoping that she might have some better ideas of where they might be able to hide. “I’ve never been to this city before,” she admitted helplessly.
The next thing Chrysanthe knew, there was a flash of black, the world seemed to spin on its axis, the ground rising up to meet her. A sudden burst of white as pain exploded in her nose. There was dirt in her mouth. When did that get there? What was she doing on the ground? The previous events came back to her suddenly. “Ari!” She cried, pushing herself up quickly and trying to look for her. That was a mistake. The world swam around her nauseatingly. She ended up on her hands and knees regurgitating what little lunch she had eaten earlier in the day.
A few deep breaths later, she could sit without any sudden waves of nausea, but she still didn’t dare to make any quick movements, or even look around too quickly. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed. “Hebe?” she asked, hoping whatever had hit her hadn’t separated her from the one conscious person whose name she knew. The man who now had Ariadne...she could only hope he was still here and that he had had good intentions.
He held on tight to Ariadne as he held her. He kept her head in a safe position, his other arm wrapped around her legs. She was completely unconscious and at that time Adrestus didn’t know the extent of her injuries. The most important task was getting somewhere safe, so they didn’t get hurt any worse. He promised Hector, and he would keep his promise. Adrestus looked towards Chrysanthe, still trying to figure out the safest place to go, away from the mob. They couldn’t just stay against the wall, these people were out for blood, no matter the target. The noble frowned as Chrysanthe confessed she had never been here before, and he said in a frustrated manner. “Well, there has to be some place, we need to move.” Adrestus spoke firmly, still gripping Ari in his arms. Adrestus started to step towards a direction, and he was immediately stopped by a fist. It pounded his other eye, and he was swung back. BLAM! There was a loud sound that came from Adrestus’s back as he hit the wall, and the noble cried in pain as he melted to the ground. As he fell, however, he made sure that Ari fell onto him, and not the ground. He grunted as Ari’s head hit his stomach, creating another pain.
Adretus felt dazed. He laid there on the ground for a moment, not moving. Ari was still unconscious, and now on top of him. The noble's face was very black and blue, and his slight was diminished as his eyes swelled. He tried to get a grip back on reality, his instincts telling him to keep going. He made a promise! Adrestus let out a pain-filled groan as he started to move, and felt sore in his back. He clutched onto Ari as he slowly, and painfully made his way to a standing position. He held onto Ari, with less strength before. He let out a grunt as he moved Ari onto his shoulder, and tried to find Chrysanthe. With his limited sight, he couldn’t see too much of everything and he stood there standing, not moving. Then the panic set in. Was he going to be killed?! He knew his hood was no longer hiding his face, and he had no energy to put it back on. If Ari and he were going to get to safety, they had to leave. He started to, almost blindly, make his way to Chrysanthe.
“We need to fucking go.” His voice was heavy and it was obvious he was in pain. “Get up.” He stared at her, waiting for her to heed his command. “We need to get to the Antonis house.” They would at least help them….Adrestus felt like he was going to pass out, but he could at least pass out there. He was exhausted, his back had shooting pains and he had a massive headache. Right now, it was all about survival. He took Chrysanthe’s arm, pulling her towards him. “Lean on my side, I’m going to get you both out of here before we all get hurt worse.” Adrestus started moving, determined to drag Chrysanthe if needed. “We’re going to the Antonis house.” Thankfully, he knew a shortcut.
Adrestus, with Ari in his arms and Chrysanthe at his side, headed away from the mob and to the Antonis house. He was in very bad shape, but he was determined to reach their destination.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
He held on tight to Ariadne as he held her. He kept her head in a safe position, his other arm wrapped around her legs. She was completely unconscious and at that time Adrestus didn’t know the extent of her injuries. The most important task was getting somewhere safe, so they didn’t get hurt any worse. He promised Hector, and he would keep his promise. Adrestus looked towards Chrysanthe, still trying to figure out the safest place to go, away from the mob. They couldn’t just stay against the wall, these people were out for blood, no matter the target. The noble frowned as Chrysanthe confessed she had never been here before, and he said in a frustrated manner. “Well, there has to be some place, we need to move.” Adrestus spoke firmly, still gripping Ari in his arms. Adrestus started to step towards a direction, and he was immediately stopped by a fist. It pounded his other eye, and he was swung back. BLAM! There was a loud sound that came from Adrestus’s back as he hit the wall, and the noble cried in pain as he melted to the ground. As he fell, however, he made sure that Ari fell onto him, and not the ground. He grunted as Ari’s head hit his stomach, creating another pain.
Adretus felt dazed. He laid there on the ground for a moment, not moving. Ari was still unconscious, and now on top of him. The noble's face was very black and blue, and his slight was diminished as his eyes swelled. He tried to get a grip back on reality, his instincts telling him to keep going. He made a promise! Adrestus let out a pain-filled groan as he started to move, and felt sore in his back. He clutched onto Ari as he slowly, and painfully made his way to a standing position. He held onto Ari, with less strength before. He let out a grunt as he moved Ari onto his shoulder, and tried to find Chrysanthe. With his limited sight, he couldn’t see too much of everything and he stood there standing, not moving. Then the panic set in. Was he going to be killed?! He knew his hood was no longer hiding his face, and he had no energy to put it back on. If Ari and he were going to get to safety, they had to leave. He started to, almost blindly, make his way to Chrysanthe.
“We need to fucking go.” His voice was heavy and it was obvious he was in pain. “Get up.” He stared at her, waiting for her to heed his command. “We need to get to the Antonis house.” They would at least help them….Adrestus felt like he was going to pass out, but he could at least pass out there. He was exhausted, his back had shooting pains and he had a massive headache. Right now, it was all about survival. He took Chrysanthe’s arm, pulling her towards him. “Lean on my side, I’m going to get you both out of here before we all get hurt worse.” Adrestus started moving, determined to drag Chrysanthe if needed. “We’re going to the Antonis house.” Thankfully, he knew a shortcut.
Adrestus, with Ari in his arms and Chrysanthe at his side, headed away from the mob and to the Antonis house. He was in very bad shape, but he was determined to reach their destination.
He held on tight to Ariadne as he held her. He kept her head in a safe position, his other arm wrapped around her legs. She was completely unconscious and at that time Adrestus didn’t know the extent of her injuries. The most important task was getting somewhere safe, so they didn’t get hurt any worse. He promised Hector, and he would keep his promise. Adrestus looked towards Chrysanthe, still trying to figure out the safest place to go, away from the mob. They couldn’t just stay against the wall, these people were out for blood, no matter the target. The noble frowned as Chrysanthe confessed she had never been here before, and he said in a frustrated manner. “Well, there has to be some place, we need to move.” Adrestus spoke firmly, still gripping Ari in his arms. Adrestus started to step towards a direction, and he was immediately stopped by a fist. It pounded his other eye, and he was swung back. BLAM! There was a loud sound that came from Adrestus’s back as he hit the wall, and the noble cried in pain as he melted to the ground. As he fell, however, he made sure that Ari fell onto him, and not the ground. He grunted as Ari’s head hit his stomach, creating another pain.
Adretus felt dazed. He laid there on the ground for a moment, not moving. Ari was still unconscious, and now on top of him. The noble's face was very black and blue, and his slight was diminished as his eyes swelled. He tried to get a grip back on reality, his instincts telling him to keep going. He made a promise! Adrestus let out a pain-filled groan as he started to move, and felt sore in his back. He clutched onto Ari as he slowly, and painfully made his way to a standing position. He held onto Ari, with less strength before. He let out a grunt as he moved Ari onto his shoulder, and tried to find Chrysanthe. With his limited sight, he couldn’t see too much of everything and he stood there standing, not moving. Then the panic set in. Was he going to be killed?! He knew his hood was no longer hiding his face, and he had no energy to put it back on. If Ari and he were going to get to safety, they had to leave. He started to, almost blindly, make his way to Chrysanthe.
“We need to fucking go.” His voice was heavy and it was obvious he was in pain. “Get up.” He stared at her, waiting for her to heed his command. “We need to get to the Antonis house.” They would at least help them….Adrestus felt like he was going to pass out, but he could at least pass out there. He was exhausted, his back had shooting pains and he had a massive headache. Right now, it was all about survival. He took Chrysanthe’s arm, pulling her towards him. “Lean on my side, I’m going to get you both out of here before we all get hurt worse.” Adrestus started moving, determined to drag Chrysanthe if needed. “We’re going to the Antonis house.” Thankfully, he knew a shortcut.
Adrestus, with Ari in his arms and Chrysanthe at his side, headed away from the mob and to the Antonis house. He was in very bad shape, but he was determined to reach their destination.
