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For the past few weeks, Timaeus was overcome with the sensation that no matter where he went he was being watched. Even when he was alone in his study, the one place that he did not allow anyone, but himself to enter, not even the staff, he couldn’t shake away the feeling that there were dozen of eyes upon him. A small reasonable voice within him told him that it was truly nothing more than the mere effects of all the pressure he was under. Certainly, he had plenty of reason to be careful of what he said with the threats of his lies being undone by the hands of his careless brother or the crafty Magnus. Plus it didn’t also hurt that the Thanasi sisters were well known for their witchcraft. Perhaps they had turned their evil eye upon him and this was just him sensing it.
This was the possibility that scared him most of all. If it truly was the witches, he would need some sort of protection from them. The kind of protection that only a patron god could provide.
So, even though he knew that Ares was unlikely to care about such a thing, but having no other options is his suspicions were correct; he was now outside the Naos to Ares. Though there was a nagging feeling as if there was almost something else pulling him to the temple. Could it be the call of his god? Timaeus truthfully didn't want to know, he doubted Ares would be overly proud of this follower who treated his trips to the capital as a chance to breathe free and not be the strong as the Gorge's stone leader he needed to be. It would be better for the baron if the War gods eyes would pass over him for now. Ironically, the best way to do that would be to keep up with the prayers and offerings he was expected to do in the province while begging for the guidance to move past the drunken antics he tried to keep hidden away from the rest of the world.
Though he doubted anyone would be able to give him any relief from that besides Hades returning the source of his grief to him. That in itself was an impossible wish. He had understood long ago that his father and Nicomedes were never going to breathe again. All Timaeus could do was spare the rest of his tiny family from the death god's eyes.
Trailing behind him came a slave leading a goat to be sacrificed at the altar so the war god may have his fill of blood. The animal came along willingly not sensing yet that soon it's spotted brown and white fur would be dripping red. That was the way of war though, it was often the innocents who felt the first sharp jab of pain, spurring on their defenders. Though no one would come to this innocent's defense. If anything it was their defense against the ultimate aggressor. Keep Ares happy and he may just leave you alone. If the god wanted goat blood, then fine, give the god goat blood.
The baron's sacrifice was handed off before Timaeus headed inside beyond the red columns stained red in honor of the god. Having taken this route a thousand times before, he knew that instead of heading immediately into the temple, he headed towards the nearby baths so he could be adequately "cleansed"before praying to the god. It was always a little strange to him how such a violent god could demand his followers to be so clean. Perhaps it was symbolic of not having ill intentions so all the blood spilled on the battlefield was "pure" so to speak.
Whatever it was for, Timaeus was not going to question it. Instead, he just followed the priests back to the altar when he was deemed worthy enough to enter the temple. By the time their echoing footsteps silenced, the goat was already there, loudly bleating. Timaeus cringed at the sound which was almost defeaning within its echoes. He couldn’t help, but feel a small twinge of guilt as he saw how frantic the animal was in its efforts to get away from the basin before it. Almost as if it could smell the scent of death hanging in the air and knew that it was soon about to add to it. Hell, even Tim sensed it.
But it was over quickly.
With a small flash of silver as a hidden knife was brought to the beast’s neck by a priest and a final cry from the animal, the basin was soon filled with the crimson lifeblood. Timaeus remained stoic throughout it, having already been long desensitized to the sight of blood thanks to his work as a soldier. Once the animal was still, a prayer was said to appease the war god and hopefully bring the Baron into his favor to protect him in the days to come. With any luck, the war god might have mercy on him and send away whatever was bringing about this nervous aura into his life.
Having done what he had set out to do, the Baron quickly left the temple, being more at peace than he had been when he arrived. Not by much though. A man like him could never truly be at peace.
.. or could he? The Baron silently thought as he stepped outside the temple and caught sight of the other Naos he was particularly keen on visiting from time to time; Aphrodite. A sly smile crossed his lips at the thought of receiving blessings from one of her priestesses. Certainly, he had the time… and it never hurt to be the love goddess’s favor. So, with barely another thought, he made his way over to the temple, already more than eager to forget the troubles plaguing his mind with a little help from the divine mortals that the goddess provided and all the wonderful acts of worship that were soon to follow.
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For the past few weeks, Timaeus was overcome with the sensation that no matter where he went he was being watched. Even when he was alone in his study, the one place that he did not allow anyone, but himself to enter, not even the staff, he couldn’t shake away the feeling that there were dozen of eyes upon him. A small reasonable voice within him told him that it was truly nothing more than the mere effects of all the pressure he was under. Certainly, he had plenty of reason to be careful of what he said with the threats of his lies being undone by the hands of his careless brother or the crafty Magnus. Plus it didn’t also hurt that the Thanasi sisters were well known for their witchcraft. Perhaps they had turned their evil eye upon him and this was just him sensing it.
This was the possibility that scared him most of all. If it truly was the witches, he would need some sort of protection from them. The kind of protection that only a patron god could provide.
So, even though he knew that Ares was unlikely to care about such a thing, but having no other options is his suspicions were correct; he was now outside the Naos to Ares. Though there was a nagging feeling as if there was almost something else pulling him to the temple. Could it be the call of his god? Timaeus truthfully didn't want to know, he doubted Ares would be overly proud of this follower who treated his trips to the capital as a chance to breathe free and not be the strong as the Gorge's stone leader he needed to be. It would be better for the baron if the War gods eyes would pass over him for now. Ironically, the best way to do that would be to keep up with the prayers and offerings he was expected to do in the province while begging for the guidance to move past the drunken antics he tried to keep hidden away from the rest of the world.
Though he doubted anyone would be able to give him any relief from that besides Hades returning the source of his grief to him. That in itself was an impossible wish. He had understood long ago that his father and Nicomedes were never going to breathe again. All Timaeus could do was spare the rest of his tiny family from the death god's eyes.
Trailing behind him came a slave leading a goat to be sacrificed at the altar so the war god may have his fill of blood. The animal came along willingly not sensing yet that soon it's spotted brown and white fur would be dripping red. That was the way of war though, it was often the innocents who felt the first sharp jab of pain, spurring on their defenders. Though no one would come to this innocent's defense. If anything it was their defense against the ultimate aggressor. Keep Ares happy and he may just leave you alone. If the god wanted goat blood, then fine, give the god goat blood.
The baron's sacrifice was handed off before Timaeus headed inside beyond the red columns stained red in honor of the god. Having taken this route a thousand times before, he knew that instead of heading immediately into the temple, he headed towards the nearby baths so he could be adequately "cleansed"before praying to the god. It was always a little strange to him how such a violent god could demand his followers to be so clean. Perhaps it was symbolic of not having ill intentions so all the blood spilled on the battlefield was "pure" so to speak.
Whatever it was for, Timaeus was not going to question it. Instead, he just followed the priests back to the altar when he was deemed worthy enough to enter the temple. By the time their echoing footsteps silenced, the goat was already there, loudly bleating. Timaeus cringed at the sound which was almost defeaning within its echoes. He couldn’t help, but feel a small twinge of guilt as he saw how frantic the animal was in its efforts to get away from the basin before it. Almost as if it could smell the scent of death hanging in the air and knew that it was soon about to add to it. Hell, even Tim sensed it.
But it was over quickly.
With a small flash of silver as a hidden knife was brought to the beast’s neck by a priest and a final cry from the animal, the basin was soon filled with the crimson lifeblood. Timaeus remained stoic throughout it, having already been long desensitized to the sight of blood thanks to his work as a soldier. Once the animal was still, a prayer was said to appease the war god and hopefully bring the Baron into his favor to protect him in the days to come. With any luck, the war god might have mercy on him and send away whatever was bringing about this nervous aura into his life.
Having done what he had set out to do, the Baron quickly left the temple, being more at peace than he had been when he arrived. Not by much though. A man like him could never truly be at peace.
.. or could he? The Baron silently thought as he stepped outside the temple and caught sight of the other Naos he was particularly keen on visiting from time to time; Aphrodite. A sly smile crossed his lips at the thought of receiving blessings from one of her priestesses. Certainly, he had the time… and it never hurt to be the love goddess’s favor. So, with barely another thought, he made his way over to the temple, already more than eager to forget the troubles plaguing his mind with a little help from the divine mortals that the goddess provided and all the wonderful acts of worship that were soon to follow.
For the past few weeks, Timaeus was overcome with the sensation that no matter where he went he was being watched. Even when he was alone in his study, the one place that he did not allow anyone, but himself to enter, not even the staff, he couldn’t shake away the feeling that there were dozen of eyes upon him. A small reasonable voice within him told him that it was truly nothing more than the mere effects of all the pressure he was under. Certainly, he had plenty of reason to be careful of what he said with the threats of his lies being undone by the hands of his careless brother or the crafty Magnus. Plus it didn’t also hurt that the Thanasi sisters were well known for their witchcraft. Perhaps they had turned their evil eye upon him and this was just him sensing it.
This was the possibility that scared him most of all. If it truly was the witches, he would need some sort of protection from them. The kind of protection that only a patron god could provide.
So, even though he knew that Ares was unlikely to care about such a thing, but having no other options is his suspicions were correct; he was now outside the Naos to Ares. Though there was a nagging feeling as if there was almost something else pulling him to the temple. Could it be the call of his god? Timaeus truthfully didn't want to know, he doubted Ares would be overly proud of this follower who treated his trips to the capital as a chance to breathe free and not be the strong as the Gorge's stone leader he needed to be. It would be better for the baron if the War gods eyes would pass over him for now. Ironically, the best way to do that would be to keep up with the prayers and offerings he was expected to do in the province while begging for the guidance to move past the drunken antics he tried to keep hidden away from the rest of the world.
Though he doubted anyone would be able to give him any relief from that besides Hades returning the source of his grief to him. That in itself was an impossible wish. He had understood long ago that his father and Nicomedes were never going to breathe again. All Timaeus could do was spare the rest of his tiny family from the death god's eyes.
Trailing behind him came a slave leading a goat to be sacrificed at the altar so the war god may have his fill of blood. The animal came along willingly not sensing yet that soon it's spotted brown and white fur would be dripping red. That was the way of war though, it was often the innocents who felt the first sharp jab of pain, spurring on their defenders. Though no one would come to this innocent's defense. If anything it was their defense against the ultimate aggressor. Keep Ares happy and he may just leave you alone. If the god wanted goat blood, then fine, give the god goat blood.
The baron's sacrifice was handed off before Timaeus headed inside beyond the red columns stained red in honor of the god. Having taken this route a thousand times before, he knew that instead of heading immediately into the temple, he headed towards the nearby baths so he could be adequately "cleansed"before praying to the god. It was always a little strange to him how such a violent god could demand his followers to be so clean. Perhaps it was symbolic of not having ill intentions so all the blood spilled on the battlefield was "pure" so to speak.
Whatever it was for, Timaeus was not going to question it. Instead, he just followed the priests back to the altar when he was deemed worthy enough to enter the temple. By the time their echoing footsteps silenced, the goat was already there, loudly bleating. Timaeus cringed at the sound which was almost defeaning within its echoes. He couldn’t help, but feel a small twinge of guilt as he saw how frantic the animal was in its efforts to get away from the basin before it. Almost as if it could smell the scent of death hanging in the air and knew that it was soon about to add to it. Hell, even Tim sensed it.
But it was over quickly.
With a small flash of silver as a hidden knife was brought to the beast’s neck by a priest and a final cry from the animal, the basin was soon filled with the crimson lifeblood. Timaeus remained stoic throughout it, having already been long desensitized to the sight of blood thanks to his work as a soldier. Once the animal was still, a prayer was said to appease the war god and hopefully bring the Baron into his favor to protect him in the days to come. With any luck, the war god might have mercy on him and send away whatever was bringing about this nervous aura into his life.
Having done what he had set out to do, the Baron quickly left the temple, being more at peace than he had been when he arrived. Not by much though. A man like him could never truly be at peace.
.. or could he? The Baron silently thought as he stepped outside the temple and caught sight of the other Naos he was particularly keen on visiting from time to time; Aphrodite. A sly smile crossed his lips at the thought of receiving blessings from one of her priestesses. Certainly, he had the time… and it never hurt to be the love goddess’s favor. So, with barely another thought, he made his way over to the temple, already more than eager to forget the troubles plaguing his mind with a little help from the divine mortals that the goddess provided and all the wonderful acts of worship that were soon to follow.