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Food shortages, trading diminishing in the Athenian harbour, sweltering heat that has put pressure on fresh water supplies... the people of the Athenian capitol have had enough. Large crowds of the populace are banding together on street corners. Some peacefully shout for change. Others march upon the royal palati, intent on calling their disgruntlements through the bars of its gates. There are a few, however, that prep themselves with rudimentary weapons or tools, determined to support their protests with violence if necessary. The Athenian Guard have been mobilised - not through royal instruction but through Commander Diomedes' judgement that order must be maintained. But when an entire city is against them, the Guard will have limited effect...
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Food shortages, trading diminishing in the Athenian harbour, sweltering heat that has put pressure on fresh water supplies... the people of the Athenian capitol have had enough. Large crowds of the populace are banding together on street corners. Some peacefully shout for change. Others march upon the royal palati, intent on calling their disgruntlements through the bars of its gates. There are a few, however, that prep themselves with rudimentary weapons or tools, determined to support their protests with violence if necessary. The Athenian Guard have been mobilised - not through royal instruction but through Commander Diomedes' judgement that order must be maintained. But when an entire city is against them, the Guard will have limited effect...
Hear The People Sing Event - Athenia
Food shortages, trading diminishing in the Athenian harbour, sweltering heat that has put pressure on fresh water supplies... the people of the Athenian capitol have had enough. Large crowds of the populace are banding together on street corners. Some peacefully shout for change. Others march upon the royal palati, intent on calling their disgruntlements through the bars of its gates. There are a few, however, that prep themselves with rudimentary weapons or tools, determined to support their protests with violence if necessary. The Athenian Guard have been mobilised - not through royal instruction but through Commander Diomedes' judgement that order must be maintained. But when an entire city is against them, the Guard will have limited effect...
Curveball Hear The People Sing
As the people are left ignored, angrier mobs continue to form. With strong defences around the Royal Palati, including high, locked gates impenetrable by common tradesmen and farmers, the people of the Athenian capitol turn to the estates of the rich and powerful; the members of the Senate. As much of the discord began at the docks and the anger is sweeping through the city, the first city residence to be hit is that of the Stravos family. Sailors and sea-traders shout angrily for food and money; that which has been denied to them for several months. With their hammers and small hand axes used for carving and building ships, they quickly overwhelm the two guards stationed upon Stravos' front entrance and start to hack at the wooden doors, too angry and hungry to be quelled...
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As the people are left ignored, angrier mobs continue to form. With strong defences around the Royal Palati, including high, locked gates impenetrable by common tradesmen and farmers, the people of the Athenian capitol turn to the estates of the rich and powerful; the members of the Senate. As much of the discord began at the docks and the anger is sweeping through the city, the first city residence to be hit is that of the Stravos family. Sailors and sea-traders shout angrily for food and money; that which has been denied to them for several months. With their hammers and small hand axes used for carving and building ships, they quickly overwhelm the two guards stationed upon Stravos' front entrance and start to hack at the wooden doors, too angry and hungry to be quelled...
Curveball Hear The People Sing
As the people are left ignored, angrier mobs continue to form. With strong defences around the Royal Palati, including high, locked gates impenetrable by common tradesmen and farmers, the people of the Athenian capitol turn to the estates of the rich and powerful; the members of the Senate. As much of the discord began at the docks and the anger is sweeping through the city, the first city residence to be hit is that of the Stravos family. Sailors and sea-traders shout angrily for food and money; that which has been denied to them for several months. With their hammers and small hand axes used for carving and building ships, they quickly overwhelm the two guards stationed upon Stravos' front entrance and start to hack at the wooden doors, too angry and hungry to be quelled...
The capitol city of Athenia was in turmoil, and Circenia was at a loss for what to do.
Food shortages had plagued the city for weeks now as Elias languished on the throne she’d helped him acquire. When she’d gone to him, offered her guidance and advice, he’d seemed ready to shoulder the responsibility. He’d seemed like he understood just exactly what he was taking on.
The princess had never been more wrong.
No Senate meetings, no listening to advisors, no heeding the will of the people he governed. She could see now that he wanted the power, but once gained, he couldn’t be bothered to take up the burdens of leadership that came with it. So here they were, with the citizens of Athenia rising up against them. If he didn’t act, they were going to lose it all. Again.
The ruckus outside was what roused Circenia from her reverie, delicate brows drawing together in a frown as she rose to her feet. There was pounding on the door, shouting, and the thud of what she could only assume was tools and weaponry as the angered common folk demanded what they deemed as theirs. Rushing into the foyer of the archontiko, the color drained from her face, slowly backing away from the sight of the doors readying to cave in. Where were the guards?! How could they have allowed them to get this far?!
As if in answer to her unspoken question, one of the very men who’d been posted at the door came limping in from a back area of the house, his face bruised and swollen as blood seeped through the fabric of his shirt. Seeing this worthless man come stumbling inside when he should be out there holding back these miscreants pushed the princess into a panicked rage, flying over to him and catching him by the collar of his attire.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Circenia spat in his face, crystalline eyes flashing and dangerous. Her fist tightened in the fabric, shaking him like he was a doll. “What are you doing in here?! Do you not see what’s about to happen?!” Her free hand gestured toward the door, the wood creaking in protest against the bodies that rammed it.
“Y-your Highness, there were too m-many…” the guard stammered, spitting blood to the side. “I came to warn you…”
“Did you not think the sound would be warning enough, you insignificant sack of flesh?” She let go of him in disgust, pushing on his chest to hurl him away from her. “Should these fools not murder us all, I will see that you are immediately relieved of your position in the Stravos household. Get out of my sight.”
Not bothering to see if he did as she ordered, Circenia stormed deeper into the house, seeking her husband and children. If the guards weren’t protecting them and the people were about to break down their door, they had to get out before it was too late. They wouldn’t remain safe for long.
“Keikelius?!” she screamed through the halls. “Chara! Danae! Elias!” She doubted her son was here instead of the Palati, but just in case… “Where are you?! We have to go! Now!”
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The capitol city of Athenia was in turmoil, and Circenia was at a loss for what to do.
Food shortages had plagued the city for weeks now as Elias languished on the throne she’d helped him acquire. When she’d gone to him, offered her guidance and advice, he’d seemed ready to shoulder the responsibility. He’d seemed like he understood just exactly what he was taking on.
The princess had never been more wrong.
No Senate meetings, no listening to advisors, no heeding the will of the people he governed. She could see now that he wanted the power, but once gained, he couldn’t be bothered to take up the burdens of leadership that came with it. So here they were, with the citizens of Athenia rising up against them. If he didn’t act, they were going to lose it all. Again.
The ruckus outside was what roused Circenia from her reverie, delicate brows drawing together in a frown as she rose to her feet. There was pounding on the door, shouting, and the thud of what she could only assume was tools and weaponry as the angered common folk demanded what they deemed as theirs. Rushing into the foyer of the archontiko, the color drained from her face, slowly backing away from the sight of the doors readying to cave in. Where were the guards?! How could they have allowed them to get this far?!
As if in answer to her unspoken question, one of the very men who’d been posted at the door came limping in from a back area of the house, his face bruised and swollen as blood seeped through the fabric of his shirt. Seeing this worthless man come stumbling inside when he should be out there holding back these miscreants pushed the princess into a panicked rage, flying over to him and catching him by the collar of his attire.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Circenia spat in his face, crystalline eyes flashing and dangerous. Her fist tightened in the fabric, shaking him like he was a doll. “What are you doing in here?! Do you not see what’s about to happen?!” Her free hand gestured toward the door, the wood creaking in protest against the bodies that rammed it.
“Y-your Highness, there were too m-many…” the guard stammered, spitting blood to the side. “I came to warn you…”
“Did you not think the sound would be warning enough, you insignificant sack of flesh?” She let go of him in disgust, pushing on his chest to hurl him away from her. “Should these fools not murder us all, I will see that you are immediately relieved of your position in the Stravos household. Get out of my sight.”
Not bothering to see if he did as she ordered, Circenia stormed deeper into the house, seeking her husband and children. If the guards weren’t protecting them and the people were about to break down their door, they had to get out before it was too late. They wouldn’t remain safe for long.
“Keikelius?!” she screamed through the halls. “Chara! Danae! Elias!” She doubted her son was here instead of the Palati, but just in case… “Where are you?! We have to go! Now!”
The capitol city of Athenia was in turmoil, and Circenia was at a loss for what to do.
Food shortages had plagued the city for weeks now as Elias languished on the throne she’d helped him acquire. When she’d gone to him, offered her guidance and advice, he’d seemed ready to shoulder the responsibility. He’d seemed like he understood just exactly what he was taking on.
The princess had never been more wrong.
No Senate meetings, no listening to advisors, no heeding the will of the people he governed. She could see now that he wanted the power, but once gained, he couldn’t be bothered to take up the burdens of leadership that came with it. So here they were, with the citizens of Athenia rising up against them. If he didn’t act, they were going to lose it all. Again.
The ruckus outside was what roused Circenia from her reverie, delicate brows drawing together in a frown as she rose to her feet. There was pounding on the door, shouting, and the thud of what she could only assume was tools and weaponry as the angered common folk demanded what they deemed as theirs. Rushing into the foyer of the archontiko, the color drained from her face, slowly backing away from the sight of the doors readying to cave in. Where were the guards?! How could they have allowed them to get this far?!
As if in answer to her unspoken question, one of the very men who’d been posted at the door came limping in from a back area of the house, his face bruised and swollen as blood seeped through the fabric of his shirt. Seeing this worthless man come stumbling inside when he should be out there holding back these miscreants pushed the princess into a panicked rage, flying over to him and catching him by the collar of his attire.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Circenia spat in his face, crystalline eyes flashing and dangerous. Her fist tightened in the fabric, shaking him like he was a doll. “What are you doing in here?! Do you not see what’s about to happen?!” Her free hand gestured toward the door, the wood creaking in protest against the bodies that rammed it.
“Y-your Highness, there were too m-many…” the guard stammered, spitting blood to the side. “I came to warn you…”
“Did you not think the sound would be warning enough, you insignificant sack of flesh?” She let go of him in disgust, pushing on his chest to hurl him away from her. “Should these fools not murder us all, I will see that you are immediately relieved of your position in the Stravos household. Get out of my sight.”
Not bothering to see if he did as she ordered, Circenia stormed deeper into the house, seeking her husband and children. If the guards weren’t protecting them and the people were about to break down their door, they had to get out before it was too late. They wouldn’t remain safe for long.
“Keikelius?!” she screamed through the halls. “Chara! Danae! Elias!” She doubted her son was here instead of the Palati, but just in case… “Where are you?! We have to go! Now!”
Konstantina wasn’t sure on where to go or what to do from here on out anymore. The hunger had been really getting to him. During the first week, he had managed to get enough rations to support himself and his mother..water had been a bit tricky but eventually Konstantina had no choice but to use the fountain. The taste of it was awful but it was better than passing out due to dehydration. Konstantina walked lazily through the town, keeping his head low and instrument pressed up against his chest. He felt so weak...he was strong enough to remain standing on his own but could be easily pushed over onto his side by any man.
Konstantina was just done..he was completely drained. He was ready to give up on everything he had worked so hard for. He was ready to just sell his quatar if it meant avoiding starvation. At the same time he was pissed..and then disappointed. Konstantina just wanted to look for someone to blame for this..he wanted to ease his mind. The food shortage couldn’t be a matter of greediness though. The royals had to be getting fed first for sure but at the same time..they couldn’t control the weather.
If it didn’t rain then it didn’t rain...they couldn’t make the sun hotter or colder! They couldn’t force the plants to grow faster or the animals to reproduce quicker. They were only human. Only the gods could do so. However, Konstantina doubted that they hadn’t seen an event like this happen before. It must’ve been common to them...he doubted that the rain would just start pouring and crops would just grow by itself if enough Athenians demanded. He didn’t know on what to expect anymore...he just knew that he had would have to do anything it took to survive.
Konstantina then suddenly tensed up, his body going rigid. Was that the sound of someone hacking at wood..? Looking up, he saw a bunch of protestors attempting to knock down the door to the Stravos’ residence. He had to snap out of it! They would be bombarded if the citizens managed to get in. Running forward, Konstantina tried his best to get through the crowd, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. He was constantly shoved back and forth so he was forced to bend down just to get to the front of the crowd.
“Stop..it!” Konstantina shouted as he literally crawled his way towards the front. He shrieked loudly as feet kicked at his sides and legs, the woman nearly getting trampled over. It took a lot of time but Konstantina eventually reached the front of the crowd, although he wasn’t exactly right in the dead center of the door. He probably couldn’t stop them nor protect the residence alone but he could definitely do something about it!
He knew that he would feel guilty if he just did nothing. Especially if they managed to break in and ended up harming that poor family. Raising his instrument, he started to urgently push it against the stomachs of men and women, trying to get the ones around him to back up. “Stop it! There are children in there!”
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Konstantina wasn’t sure on where to go or what to do from here on out anymore. The hunger had been really getting to him. During the first week, he had managed to get enough rations to support himself and his mother..water had been a bit tricky but eventually Konstantina had no choice but to use the fountain. The taste of it was awful but it was better than passing out due to dehydration. Konstantina walked lazily through the town, keeping his head low and instrument pressed up against his chest. He felt so weak...he was strong enough to remain standing on his own but could be easily pushed over onto his side by any man.
Konstantina was just done..he was completely drained. He was ready to give up on everything he had worked so hard for. He was ready to just sell his quatar if it meant avoiding starvation. At the same time he was pissed..and then disappointed. Konstantina just wanted to look for someone to blame for this..he wanted to ease his mind. The food shortage couldn’t be a matter of greediness though. The royals had to be getting fed first for sure but at the same time..they couldn’t control the weather.
If it didn’t rain then it didn’t rain...they couldn’t make the sun hotter or colder! They couldn’t force the plants to grow faster or the animals to reproduce quicker. They were only human. Only the gods could do so. However, Konstantina doubted that they hadn’t seen an event like this happen before. It must’ve been common to them...he doubted that the rain would just start pouring and crops would just grow by itself if enough Athenians demanded. He didn’t know on what to expect anymore...he just knew that he had would have to do anything it took to survive.
Konstantina then suddenly tensed up, his body going rigid. Was that the sound of someone hacking at wood..? Looking up, he saw a bunch of protestors attempting to knock down the door to the Stravos’ residence. He had to snap out of it! They would be bombarded if the citizens managed to get in. Running forward, Konstantina tried his best to get through the crowd, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. He was constantly shoved back and forth so he was forced to bend down just to get to the front of the crowd.
“Stop..it!” Konstantina shouted as he literally crawled his way towards the front. He shrieked loudly as feet kicked at his sides and legs, the woman nearly getting trampled over. It took a lot of time but Konstantina eventually reached the front of the crowd, although he wasn’t exactly right in the dead center of the door. He probably couldn’t stop them nor protect the residence alone but he could definitely do something about it!
He knew that he would feel guilty if he just did nothing. Especially if they managed to break in and ended up harming that poor family. Raising his instrument, he started to urgently push it against the stomachs of men and women, trying to get the ones around him to back up. “Stop it! There are children in there!”
Konstantina wasn’t sure on where to go or what to do from here on out anymore. The hunger had been really getting to him. During the first week, he had managed to get enough rations to support himself and his mother..water had been a bit tricky but eventually Konstantina had no choice but to use the fountain. The taste of it was awful but it was better than passing out due to dehydration. Konstantina walked lazily through the town, keeping his head low and instrument pressed up against his chest. He felt so weak...he was strong enough to remain standing on his own but could be easily pushed over onto his side by any man.
Konstantina was just done..he was completely drained. He was ready to give up on everything he had worked so hard for. He was ready to just sell his quatar if it meant avoiding starvation. At the same time he was pissed..and then disappointed. Konstantina just wanted to look for someone to blame for this..he wanted to ease his mind. The food shortage couldn’t be a matter of greediness though. The royals had to be getting fed first for sure but at the same time..they couldn’t control the weather.
If it didn’t rain then it didn’t rain...they couldn’t make the sun hotter or colder! They couldn’t force the plants to grow faster or the animals to reproduce quicker. They were only human. Only the gods could do so. However, Konstantina doubted that they hadn’t seen an event like this happen before. It must’ve been common to them...he doubted that the rain would just start pouring and crops would just grow by itself if enough Athenians demanded. He didn’t know on what to expect anymore...he just knew that he had would have to do anything it took to survive.
Konstantina then suddenly tensed up, his body going rigid. Was that the sound of someone hacking at wood..? Looking up, he saw a bunch of protestors attempting to knock down the door to the Stravos’ residence. He had to snap out of it! They would be bombarded if the citizens managed to get in. Running forward, Konstantina tried his best to get through the crowd, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. He was constantly shoved back and forth so he was forced to bend down just to get to the front of the crowd.
“Stop..it!” Konstantina shouted as he literally crawled his way towards the front. He shrieked loudly as feet kicked at his sides and legs, the woman nearly getting trampled over. It took a lot of time but Konstantina eventually reached the front of the crowd, although he wasn’t exactly right in the dead center of the door. He probably couldn’t stop them nor protect the residence alone but he could definitely do something about it!
He knew that he would feel guilty if he just did nothing. Especially if they managed to break in and ended up harming that poor family. Raising his instrument, he started to urgently push it against the stomachs of men and women, trying to get the ones around him to back up. “Stop it! There are children in there!”
The Northern woman had her reasons to be part of the riot. She wasn’t from there, nor she was tied to any place in particular because of the wandering nature of her job, but when people were suffering because of hunger and thirst, she believed it was her duty to intervene. So she was one of the first people to go in front of the gates, taking down the door with her immense axe: Magnhildr’s axe was really big – the kind she liked. The handle of a woodcutter’s axe, with a head like she used back in the North, and not only she was able to use it with one or two hands, but it was able to strike with the force of a god, and even split a helmet in half. And she was using it to break down the door, eventually succeeding.
But just before being able to get through, she listened to a voice... a voice that told her there were children inside.
Fuck, she thought.
Thinking quickly, her huge frame managed to get inside, being followed by the rioters. People were angry, and claiming for blood, and while they had to right to it, the children and innocent should not suffer. So she ran towards with an speed that seemed out of place by someone with her build, and then entered the palate. She was stopped by guards with swords, and she took them out both with swift and deadly blows of her axe, covering her undyed wool clothes in blood. Her face remained relentless, as she moved through the weird place with axe in hand, up until she stumbled on someone.
She was tall, as much as her, so she looked at her straight in the eye, with a bloodied face and with the axe handle in hand, with the sound of commotion and death behind her. She breathed and said with slow, deliberate speech, “I’m here to save you. Where are the children?”
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The Northern woman had her reasons to be part of the riot. She wasn’t from there, nor she was tied to any place in particular because of the wandering nature of her job, but when people were suffering because of hunger and thirst, she believed it was her duty to intervene. So she was one of the first people to go in front of the gates, taking down the door with her immense axe: Magnhildr’s axe was really big – the kind she liked. The handle of a woodcutter’s axe, with a head like she used back in the North, and not only she was able to use it with one or two hands, but it was able to strike with the force of a god, and even split a helmet in half. And she was using it to break down the door, eventually succeeding.
But just before being able to get through, she listened to a voice... a voice that told her there were children inside.
Fuck, she thought.
Thinking quickly, her huge frame managed to get inside, being followed by the rioters. People were angry, and claiming for blood, and while they had to right to it, the children and innocent should not suffer. So she ran towards with an speed that seemed out of place by someone with her build, and then entered the palate. She was stopped by guards with swords, and she took them out both with swift and deadly blows of her axe, covering her undyed wool clothes in blood. Her face remained relentless, as she moved through the weird place with axe in hand, up until she stumbled on someone.
She was tall, as much as her, so she looked at her straight in the eye, with a bloodied face and with the axe handle in hand, with the sound of commotion and death behind her. She breathed and said with slow, deliberate speech, “I’m here to save you. Where are the children?”
The Northern woman had her reasons to be part of the riot. She wasn’t from there, nor she was tied to any place in particular because of the wandering nature of her job, but when people were suffering because of hunger and thirst, she believed it was her duty to intervene. So she was one of the first people to go in front of the gates, taking down the door with her immense axe: Magnhildr’s axe was really big – the kind she liked. The handle of a woodcutter’s axe, with a head like she used back in the North, and not only she was able to use it with one or two hands, but it was able to strike with the force of a god, and even split a helmet in half. And she was using it to break down the door, eventually succeeding.
But just before being able to get through, she listened to a voice... a voice that told her there were children inside.
Fuck, she thought.
Thinking quickly, her huge frame managed to get inside, being followed by the rioters. People were angry, and claiming for blood, and while they had to right to it, the children and innocent should not suffer. So she ran towards with an speed that seemed out of place by someone with her build, and then entered the palate. She was stopped by guards with swords, and she took them out both with swift and deadly blows of her axe, covering her undyed wool clothes in blood. Her face remained relentless, as she moved through the weird place with axe in hand, up until she stumbled on someone.
She was tall, as much as her, so she looked at her straight in the eye, with a bloodied face and with the axe handle in hand, with the sound of commotion and death behind her. She breathed and said with slow, deliberate speech, “I’m here to save you. Where are the children?”
Keikelius had heard the outrage from where he worked in his study. He had heard it, and he had placed his pen down in a moment of silent contemplation. What had Elias' rule already come to that the rest of his family was not being targeted? Was he so inept that he could not properly control his people? Or was he just biting off more than he could chew, drawn by laziness and an unwillingness to do any more than he possibly had to?
The Stravos lord was quickly losing his patience with his son. This was not how he and Circenia had raised any of their children to be: lulled into laziness by the silent security of power. Power was fleeting. Once it was had, it was just as easily lost and Elias should have realized it by now. And if power was going to lead to the destruction of everything you held dear, was it truly power? Or was he simply weilding destruction in his palm?
Rising from his desk, Keikelius trailed back into his rooms. If he were to find himself in a fight, he would be prepared. Finding the old suit of armor that he wore during his time in the military, he put it on piece by piece, and quickly, too. This was one of the many points of pride in Keikelius' life and he had cared for the leather and metal with an extremely detailed hand. Slinging his belt around his waist, he grabbed his swords from the back of the same chest, attaching them to his belt.
By then, Circenia was calling for him and he was taking the steps three at a time, suddenly still as spry and youthful as the day that the two of them had met. When his service in the military had only just ended. "I'm here, Circenia," he said calmly, "Chara!" he leveled a sharp snarl up the stairs, hearing his daughter rush down to the stoop behind him. Her eyes were wide with fear and she glanced toward the burgoning doors. "Danae left earlier. I heard her go out the back this morning. Elias isn't here either. It's just us," Keikelius kept a calm, unwaving tone through the whole thing.
Then he was turning back toward his family, "Go out the back, quickly. You go with them," he stuck his finger in the servant's face. "If either of them die because you were an incapable idiot, I will see you hanged for the charge of sheer stupidity. Get out of my sight," he motioned the three of them away in one sweeping motion. "I'll follow in a moment," Keikelius leveled a call over his shoulder, reaching for his blade as the doors caved in.
The two guards standing there were cut down easily, too easily. It sparked a rage that Keikelius hadn't felt since his own time on the battlefield. The other two guards that trailed into the room from the back flanked the lord. Keikelius levelled the large, foreign woman with a sharp stare. "Stop right there," he snarled, starting to pull his blades from their sheathes. Then a pause when Keikelius realized what the woman had said.
Breathing out a deep sigh of relief, Keikelius motioned backward, "My wife and eldest daughter went out the back. Can you get us out of here, woman? Before the entire city pours into my home?" He was already starting to back away toward the back of the house, gritting his teeth in silent fury at the damage done to his home. The one he had bought for he and his wife with money he had worked so hard to earn early into their marriage.
"Quickly, then," Keikelius snapped over his shoulder, turning his back and starting to skirt quickly after his wife and daughter on nimble feet.
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Keikelius had heard the outrage from where he worked in his study. He had heard it, and he had placed his pen down in a moment of silent contemplation. What had Elias' rule already come to that the rest of his family was not being targeted? Was he so inept that he could not properly control his people? Or was he just biting off more than he could chew, drawn by laziness and an unwillingness to do any more than he possibly had to?
The Stravos lord was quickly losing his patience with his son. This was not how he and Circenia had raised any of their children to be: lulled into laziness by the silent security of power. Power was fleeting. Once it was had, it was just as easily lost and Elias should have realized it by now. And if power was going to lead to the destruction of everything you held dear, was it truly power? Or was he simply weilding destruction in his palm?
Rising from his desk, Keikelius trailed back into his rooms. If he were to find himself in a fight, he would be prepared. Finding the old suit of armor that he wore during his time in the military, he put it on piece by piece, and quickly, too. This was one of the many points of pride in Keikelius' life and he had cared for the leather and metal with an extremely detailed hand. Slinging his belt around his waist, he grabbed his swords from the back of the same chest, attaching them to his belt.
By then, Circenia was calling for him and he was taking the steps three at a time, suddenly still as spry and youthful as the day that the two of them had met. When his service in the military had only just ended. "I'm here, Circenia," he said calmly, "Chara!" he leveled a sharp snarl up the stairs, hearing his daughter rush down to the stoop behind him. Her eyes were wide with fear and she glanced toward the burgoning doors. "Danae left earlier. I heard her go out the back this morning. Elias isn't here either. It's just us," Keikelius kept a calm, unwaving tone through the whole thing.
Then he was turning back toward his family, "Go out the back, quickly. You go with them," he stuck his finger in the servant's face. "If either of them die because you were an incapable idiot, I will see you hanged for the charge of sheer stupidity. Get out of my sight," he motioned the three of them away in one sweeping motion. "I'll follow in a moment," Keikelius leveled a call over his shoulder, reaching for his blade as the doors caved in.
The two guards standing there were cut down easily, too easily. It sparked a rage that Keikelius hadn't felt since his own time on the battlefield. The other two guards that trailed into the room from the back flanked the lord. Keikelius levelled the large, foreign woman with a sharp stare. "Stop right there," he snarled, starting to pull his blades from their sheathes. Then a pause when Keikelius realized what the woman had said.
Breathing out a deep sigh of relief, Keikelius motioned backward, "My wife and eldest daughter went out the back. Can you get us out of here, woman? Before the entire city pours into my home?" He was already starting to back away toward the back of the house, gritting his teeth in silent fury at the damage done to his home. The one he had bought for he and his wife with money he had worked so hard to earn early into their marriage.
"Quickly, then," Keikelius snapped over his shoulder, turning his back and starting to skirt quickly after his wife and daughter on nimble feet.
Keikelius had heard the outrage from where he worked in his study. He had heard it, and he had placed his pen down in a moment of silent contemplation. What had Elias' rule already come to that the rest of his family was not being targeted? Was he so inept that he could not properly control his people? Or was he just biting off more than he could chew, drawn by laziness and an unwillingness to do any more than he possibly had to?
The Stravos lord was quickly losing his patience with his son. This was not how he and Circenia had raised any of their children to be: lulled into laziness by the silent security of power. Power was fleeting. Once it was had, it was just as easily lost and Elias should have realized it by now. And if power was going to lead to the destruction of everything you held dear, was it truly power? Or was he simply weilding destruction in his palm?
Rising from his desk, Keikelius trailed back into his rooms. If he were to find himself in a fight, he would be prepared. Finding the old suit of armor that he wore during his time in the military, he put it on piece by piece, and quickly, too. This was one of the many points of pride in Keikelius' life and he had cared for the leather and metal with an extremely detailed hand. Slinging his belt around his waist, he grabbed his swords from the back of the same chest, attaching them to his belt.
By then, Circenia was calling for him and he was taking the steps three at a time, suddenly still as spry and youthful as the day that the two of them had met. When his service in the military had only just ended. "I'm here, Circenia," he said calmly, "Chara!" he leveled a sharp snarl up the stairs, hearing his daughter rush down to the stoop behind him. Her eyes were wide with fear and she glanced toward the burgoning doors. "Danae left earlier. I heard her go out the back this morning. Elias isn't here either. It's just us," Keikelius kept a calm, unwaving tone through the whole thing.
Then he was turning back toward his family, "Go out the back, quickly. You go with them," he stuck his finger in the servant's face. "If either of them die because you were an incapable idiot, I will see you hanged for the charge of sheer stupidity. Get out of my sight," he motioned the three of them away in one sweeping motion. "I'll follow in a moment," Keikelius leveled a call over his shoulder, reaching for his blade as the doors caved in.
The two guards standing there were cut down easily, too easily. It sparked a rage that Keikelius hadn't felt since his own time on the battlefield. The other two guards that trailed into the room from the back flanked the lord. Keikelius levelled the large, foreign woman with a sharp stare. "Stop right there," he snarled, starting to pull his blades from their sheathes. Then a pause when Keikelius realized what the woman had said.
Breathing out a deep sigh of relief, Keikelius motioned backward, "My wife and eldest daughter went out the back. Can you get us out of here, woman? Before the entire city pours into my home?" He was already starting to back away toward the back of the house, gritting his teeth in silent fury at the damage done to his home. The one he had bought for he and his wife with money he had worked so hard to earn early into their marriage.
"Quickly, then," Keikelius snapped over his shoulder, turning his back and starting to skirt quickly after his wife and daughter on nimble feet.
Where there was a spark, flames could erupt at any moment. Elias of Stravos, for all the claim he held to the throne, was not being accepted as such. His attempts at levying taxes were met with refusal, his orders carried out half-heartedly at best. Elias himself had some fault in play, for he'd in retribution, disbarred the Senate from meeting in his efforts at consolidating his power by means of subterfuge. Enemies were being rooted out, but in his secretive dealings, perhaps the regent had lost touch with his people altogether.
The commotion spread throughout Athenia like wildfire. Voices called out in their hunger, violence enacted and word got through the impenetrable defenses of the palati that the less defensible houses of Senators and the royal families of Athenia were being threatened. There was little for him to lament on, for time was of the essence. Already, he thrust himself forth, bound in armored leather that he hadn't worn since his lamentable time within the navy. The very wearing of them brought forth unsavory memories, fitting that they'd be donned again in the midst of civil violence. Elias clenched his fists as long legs carried him towards the guards posted near the gate. The crowds seemed to have dispersed, unable to pass through the raised gates.
The Stravos moved along the wings of the palati as quickly as his legs carried him. He pulled along each guard he could find, looking them over to find nerves overcoming their senses.
"Are you going to wallow in fear while your brothers and sisters murder each other?" he asked them, leaving the shallow hatred out of his tone. Now wasn't the time to treat the wretches like the garbage that they were. He needed them to be armed and at the ready, to die at his command.
"Have you forgotten your duty? You and you." he began, motioning to a pair out of the six he'd located readily. He beckoned them forward,
"Help me. Assemble the guard and divide them among the other five royal houses. Prioritize the safety of the nobility. Tell the men the use of lethal force is allowed. Crush the heads of this rebellion, and the legs will follow and crumple along with it. The most vocal, the most violent. Take a pick. And don't miss,"" he added before motioning to the other four guards he'd found.
"And what about the senators?"
Elias didn't forget about the Senators but sought not to help the virulent governmental body. There was little help for Elias among their ilk. Some supported the Stravos' claim, but the majority either stuck with Persephone or berated his reputation. Those Senators whose safety was not included in his efforts to assist the nobility... Well, they could all fend for themselves.
"Act on my orders, and assume that the rest will be handled with time, soldier. You four, those without orders... Come with me. Stravos house needs us."
Elias had his blades buckled at his waist, but hoped not to use them. The Stravos was, most likely, out of practice. However, for his family, he'd spill blood if the need arose. He led his small team onwards, keeping his vigil as the group exited the castle from the back side before splitting off to their respective objectives.
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Where there was a spark, flames could erupt at any moment. Elias of Stravos, for all the claim he held to the throne, was not being accepted as such. His attempts at levying taxes were met with refusal, his orders carried out half-heartedly at best. Elias himself had some fault in play, for he'd in retribution, disbarred the Senate from meeting in his efforts at consolidating his power by means of subterfuge. Enemies were being rooted out, but in his secretive dealings, perhaps the regent had lost touch with his people altogether.
The commotion spread throughout Athenia like wildfire. Voices called out in their hunger, violence enacted and word got through the impenetrable defenses of the palati that the less defensible houses of Senators and the royal families of Athenia were being threatened. There was little for him to lament on, for time was of the essence. Already, he thrust himself forth, bound in armored leather that he hadn't worn since his lamentable time within the navy. The very wearing of them brought forth unsavory memories, fitting that they'd be donned again in the midst of civil violence. Elias clenched his fists as long legs carried him towards the guards posted near the gate. The crowds seemed to have dispersed, unable to pass through the raised gates.
The Stravos moved along the wings of the palati as quickly as his legs carried him. He pulled along each guard he could find, looking them over to find nerves overcoming their senses.
"Are you going to wallow in fear while your brothers and sisters murder each other?" he asked them, leaving the shallow hatred out of his tone. Now wasn't the time to treat the wretches like the garbage that they were. He needed them to be armed and at the ready, to die at his command.
"Have you forgotten your duty? You and you." he began, motioning to a pair out of the six he'd located readily. He beckoned them forward,
"Help me. Assemble the guard and divide them among the other five royal houses. Prioritize the safety of the nobility. Tell the men the use of lethal force is allowed. Crush the heads of this rebellion, and the legs will follow and crumple along with it. The most vocal, the most violent. Take a pick. And don't miss,"" he added before motioning to the other four guards he'd found.
"And what about the senators?"
Elias didn't forget about the Senators but sought not to help the virulent governmental body. There was little help for Elias among their ilk. Some supported the Stravos' claim, but the majority either stuck with Persephone or berated his reputation. Those Senators whose safety was not included in his efforts to assist the nobility... Well, they could all fend for themselves.
"Act on my orders, and assume that the rest will be handled with time, soldier. You four, those without orders... Come with me. Stravos house needs us."
Elias had his blades buckled at his waist, but hoped not to use them. The Stravos was, most likely, out of practice. However, for his family, he'd spill blood if the need arose. He led his small team onwards, keeping his vigil as the group exited the castle from the back side before splitting off to their respective objectives.
Where there was a spark, flames could erupt at any moment. Elias of Stravos, for all the claim he held to the throne, was not being accepted as such. His attempts at levying taxes were met with refusal, his orders carried out half-heartedly at best. Elias himself had some fault in play, for he'd in retribution, disbarred the Senate from meeting in his efforts at consolidating his power by means of subterfuge. Enemies were being rooted out, but in his secretive dealings, perhaps the regent had lost touch with his people altogether.
The commotion spread throughout Athenia like wildfire. Voices called out in their hunger, violence enacted and word got through the impenetrable defenses of the palati that the less defensible houses of Senators and the royal families of Athenia were being threatened. There was little for him to lament on, for time was of the essence. Already, he thrust himself forth, bound in armored leather that he hadn't worn since his lamentable time within the navy. The very wearing of them brought forth unsavory memories, fitting that they'd be donned again in the midst of civil violence. Elias clenched his fists as long legs carried him towards the guards posted near the gate. The crowds seemed to have dispersed, unable to pass through the raised gates.
The Stravos moved along the wings of the palati as quickly as his legs carried him. He pulled along each guard he could find, looking them over to find nerves overcoming their senses.
"Are you going to wallow in fear while your brothers and sisters murder each other?" he asked them, leaving the shallow hatred out of his tone. Now wasn't the time to treat the wretches like the garbage that they were. He needed them to be armed and at the ready, to die at his command.
"Have you forgotten your duty? You and you." he began, motioning to a pair out of the six he'd located readily. He beckoned them forward,
"Help me. Assemble the guard and divide them among the other five royal houses. Prioritize the safety of the nobility. Tell the men the use of lethal force is allowed. Crush the heads of this rebellion, and the legs will follow and crumple along with it. The most vocal, the most violent. Take a pick. And don't miss,"" he added before motioning to the other four guards he'd found.
"And what about the senators?"
Elias didn't forget about the Senators but sought not to help the virulent governmental body. There was little help for Elias among their ilk. Some supported the Stravos' claim, but the majority either stuck with Persephone or berated his reputation. Those Senators whose safety was not included in his efforts to assist the nobility... Well, they could all fend for themselves.
"Act on my orders, and assume that the rest will be handled with time, soldier. You four, those without orders... Come with me. Stravos house needs us."
Elias had his blades buckled at his waist, but hoped not to use them. The Stravos was, most likely, out of practice. However, for his family, he'd spill blood if the need arose. He led his small team onwards, keeping his vigil as the group exited the castle from the back side before splitting off to their respective objectives.
The rush of relief that filled Circenia when she saw her husband and daughter was indescribable. Wrapping her arms around Chara as soon as she was close enough to touch, she took a shuddering breath and pulled her in close. Even if she had favored Elias over the years, Chara was still her firstborn, her beautiful daughter with a large place in her heart that she could never bear to have snatched away. At Keikelius’s words that Danae and Elias were both out of the house, her relief only grew. At least they were out of harm’s way. For now.
Gods only knew how the rest of the city fared if this was the state they were in. Were Danae and Elias any safer than she and Chara? Unfortunately, the haste with which Keikelius ushered them out left no time for her to worry, running toward the back door with her daughter in tow. They had to leave and fast. She could already hear the sounds of the common folk rushing in the front door behind them. Would there even be anything left of the archontiko by the time they returned?
One last bitter glance was spared for the inside of the house, stopping at the back entrance with her fingers on the handle. Her marital home, the revamped theater that she and Keikelius had worked so hard to make their own. The place where they’d raised three beautiful children, where they’d cultivated a powerful family who stood next to none. It was now a fading glory compared to what it once was, many of their finer possessions sold in the wake of their disgrace in order to keep them from poverty. Would everything remaining be gone by morning? Would they still have a place to lay their head that night?
Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she opened the door and pushed Chara out before she followed, leaving the chaos of the rebellion behind them. “This way,” she murmured to her frightened daughter, who nodded and followed willingly enough. Though it was obvious Chara was afraid, she still held herself with a level of dignity and composure that made her mother proud. At least she knew she had not failed with one of her children.
Circenia and Chara slipped into the winding maze of the Stravos garden, thinking to avoid the eyes of any who might still linger outside. Deeper they went, the princess keeping her daughter close while she peered around each corner. The last corner however… Holding a hand up to halt her daughter’s progress and lifting a thin nose to the air, Circenia detected a whiff of smoke, the acrid smell burning the inside of her nostrils while she desperately sought its source.
Two hedges over, the yard was on fire, and she and Chara were trapped in the middle.
“Gods, no,” the princess whispered with a look of pure horror, face paling as she hastily pushed Chara back the way they came. “Back to the house! We’re no safer here!”
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The rush of relief that filled Circenia when she saw her husband and daughter was indescribable. Wrapping her arms around Chara as soon as she was close enough to touch, she took a shuddering breath and pulled her in close. Even if she had favored Elias over the years, Chara was still her firstborn, her beautiful daughter with a large place in her heart that she could never bear to have snatched away. At Keikelius’s words that Danae and Elias were both out of the house, her relief only grew. At least they were out of harm’s way. For now.
Gods only knew how the rest of the city fared if this was the state they were in. Were Danae and Elias any safer than she and Chara? Unfortunately, the haste with which Keikelius ushered them out left no time for her to worry, running toward the back door with her daughter in tow. They had to leave and fast. She could already hear the sounds of the common folk rushing in the front door behind them. Would there even be anything left of the archontiko by the time they returned?
One last bitter glance was spared for the inside of the house, stopping at the back entrance with her fingers on the handle. Her marital home, the revamped theater that she and Keikelius had worked so hard to make their own. The place where they’d raised three beautiful children, where they’d cultivated a powerful family who stood next to none. It was now a fading glory compared to what it once was, many of their finer possessions sold in the wake of their disgrace in order to keep them from poverty. Would everything remaining be gone by morning? Would they still have a place to lay their head that night?
Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she opened the door and pushed Chara out before she followed, leaving the chaos of the rebellion behind them. “This way,” she murmured to her frightened daughter, who nodded and followed willingly enough. Though it was obvious Chara was afraid, she still held herself with a level of dignity and composure that made her mother proud. At least she knew she had not failed with one of her children.
Circenia and Chara slipped into the winding maze of the Stravos garden, thinking to avoid the eyes of any who might still linger outside. Deeper they went, the princess keeping her daughter close while she peered around each corner. The last corner however… Holding a hand up to halt her daughter’s progress and lifting a thin nose to the air, Circenia detected a whiff of smoke, the acrid smell burning the inside of her nostrils while she desperately sought its source.
Two hedges over, the yard was on fire, and she and Chara were trapped in the middle.
“Gods, no,” the princess whispered with a look of pure horror, face paling as she hastily pushed Chara back the way they came. “Back to the house! We’re no safer here!”
The rush of relief that filled Circenia when she saw her husband and daughter was indescribable. Wrapping her arms around Chara as soon as she was close enough to touch, she took a shuddering breath and pulled her in close. Even if she had favored Elias over the years, Chara was still her firstborn, her beautiful daughter with a large place in her heart that she could never bear to have snatched away. At Keikelius’s words that Danae and Elias were both out of the house, her relief only grew. At least they were out of harm’s way. For now.
Gods only knew how the rest of the city fared if this was the state they were in. Were Danae and Elias any safer than she and Chara? Unfortunately, the haste with which Keikelius ushered them out left no time for her to worry, running toward the back door with her daughter in tow. They had to leave and fast. She could already hear the sounds of the common folk rushing in the front door behind them. Would there even be anything left of the archontiko by the time they returned?
One last bitter glance was spared for the inside of the house, stopping at the back entrance with her fingers on the handle. Her marital home, the revamped theater that she and Keikelius had worked so hard to make their own. The place where they’d raised three beautiful children, where they’d cultivated a powerful family who stood next to none. It was now a fading glory compared to what it once was, many of their finer possessions sold in the wake of their disgrace in order to keep them from poverty. Would everything remaining be gone by morning? Would they still have a place to lay their head that night?
Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she opened the door and pushed Chara out before she followed, leaving the chaos of the rebellion behind them. “This way,” she murmured to her frightened daughter, who nodded and followed willingly enough. Though it was obvious Chara was afraid, she still held herself with a level of dignity and composure that made her mother proud. At least she knew she had not failed with one of her children.
Circenia and Chara slipped into the winding maze of the Stravos garden, thinking to avoid the eyes of any who might still linger outside. Deeper they went, the princess keeping her daughter close while she peered around each corner. The last corner however… Holding a hand up to halt her daughter’s progress and lifting a thin nose to the air, Circenia detected a whiff of smoke, the acrid smell burning the inside of her nostrils while she desperately sought its source.
Two hedges over, the yard was on fire, and she and Chara were trapped in the middle.
“Gods, no,” the princess whispered with a look of pure horror, face paling as she hastily pushed Chara back the way they came. “Back to the house! We’re no safer here!”
Magnhildr already knew that she would have to kill people once she got into the palati – guards, corrupt politicians that starved their people. She had done so before, many times, and she would not lose sleep over it. But she stumbled upon the fact that there were children in there… she could not slaughter them. The slaughtering of innocents in war was what kept her awake at night, and she refused to do so ever again.
A man in armor came; his armor was too fine to be that of a guard, so she assumed he would have to be a soldier. She gripped her axe, ready to defend herself against the guards and the man, until he spoke. He took her as an ally, and he was not going to disappoint him, “Yes. I will do it.”, she said slowly before darting with a speed that seemed unlikely judging by her frame.
At the first cross, though, she found herself in front of two peasants carrying daggers. Magnhildr frowned, knowing there wouldn’t be a peaceful way to end this, and said “Move”, and while they did move, it was towards her. One screamed, with dagger in hand, and Magnhildr cut him down with an overhead swing that tore his shoulder in half. The other got to her side and stabbed her under the arm. She clenched her teeth and grunted, and delivered a fist that knocked him back and into the ground. She cursed the fact that she didn’t wear armor and began moving towards the exit.
The smell of smoke filled the air as she went to the gardens, and saw a tall woman with a younger woman – not a child, she realized, that hugged the woman before her. She frowned; thinking that the thing about children being here was probably exaggerated… but still, it was too late now. The women couldn’t defend themselves, so she decided to do that for them.
She realized that she didn’t make a reassuring image – her axe, clothes and face were covered in blood, and she was just a stranger. But still, she told them, “I’m here to help. Come with me if you want to live.”
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Magnhildr already knew that she would have to kill people once she got into the palati – guards, corrupt politicians that starved their people. She had done so before, many times, and she would not lose sleep over it. But she stumbled upon the fact that there were children in there… she could not slaughter them. The slaughtering of innocents in war was what kept her awake at night, and she refused to do so ever again.
A man in armor came; his armor was too fine to be that of a guard, so she assumed he would have to be a soldier. She gripped her axe, ready to defend herself against the guards and the man, until he spoke. He took her as an ally, and he was not going to disappoint him, “Yes. I will do it.”, she said slowly before darting with a speed that seemed unlikely judging by her frame.
At the first cross, though, she found herself in front of two peasants carrying daggers. Magnhildr frowned, knowing there wouldn’t be a peaceful way to end this, and said “Move”, and while they did move, it was towards her. One screamed, with dagger in hand, and Magnhildr cut him down with an overhead swing that tore his shoulder in half. The other got to her side and stabbed her under the arm. She clenched her teeth and grunted, and delivered a fist that knocked him back and into the ground. She cursed the fact that she didn’t wear armor and began moving towards the exit.
The smell of smoke filled the air as she went to the gardens, and saw a tall woman with a younger woman – not a child, she realized, that hugged the woman before her. She frowned; thinking that the thing about children being here was probably exaggerated… but still, it was too late now. The women couldn’t defend themselves, so she decided to do that for them.
She realized that she didn’t make a reassuring image – her axe, clothes and face were covered in blood, and she was just a stranger. But still, she told them, “I’m here to help. Come with me if you want to live.”
Magnhildr already knew that she would have to kill people once she got into the palati – guards, corrupt politicians that starved their people. She had done so before, many times, and she would not lose sleep over it. But she stumbled upon the fact that there were children in there… she could not slaughter them. The slaughtering of innocents in war was what kept her awake at night, and she refused to do so ever again.
A man in armor came; his armor was too fine to be that of a guard, so she assumed he would have to be a soldier. She gripped her axe, ready to defend herself against the guards and the man, until he spoke. He took her as an ally, and he was not going to disappoint him, “Yes. I will do it.”, she said slowly before darting with a speed that seemed unlikely judging by her frame.
At the first cross, though, she found herself in front of two peasants carrying daggers. Magnhildr frowned, knowing there wouldn’t be a peaceful way to end this, and said “Move”, and while they did move, it was towards her. One screamed, with dagger in hand, and Magnhildr cut him down with an overhead swing that tore his shoulder in half. The other got to her side and stabbed her under the arm. She clenched her teeth and grunted, and delivered a fist that knocked him back and into the ground. She cursed the fact that she didn’t wear armor and began moving towards the exit.
The smell of smoke filled the air as she went to the gardens, and saw a tall woman with a younger woman – not a child, she realized, that hugged the woman before her. She frowned; thinking that the thing about children being here was probably exaggerated… but still, it was too late now. The women couldn’t defend themselves, so she decided to do that for them.
She realized that she didn’t make a reassuring image – her axe, clothes and face were covered in blood, and she was just a stranger. But still, she told them, “I’m here to help. Come with me if you want to live.”
Keikelius glanced back at his home only once, feeling that unfamiliar clench in his chest that he could only sense was grief. Grief over his home being invaded. Grief over his son's decisions in a position of power that left people rioting in the streets. Grief over his failure as a parent and peacemaker, especially where it mattered the most. And finally, grief that all of his hard work was starting to crumble around him.
Starting with the destruction of the beautiful double doors of his manor and the pouring in of angry citizens. He wasn't used to this stark feeling of heartbreak, especially over material possessions. Keikelius should have been happy that his family was safe, for the most part at least. But he still couldn't help himself in feeling lost. This attack on their home felt like the final nail in the coffin. The final assertion that their time as a powerhouse noble family was at an end.
Because, like Icarus, they had reached far too high and were now burning up in the sun. Apollo's light was harsh and burning, and Keikelius silently apologized to the god for not giving him enough credit where credit was due.
Running swiftly after Magnhildr, Keikelius ducked against some of the weaponized citizens that came after him. Unlike his female protector, Keikelius' goal was not murder, but incapacitation. Hits to the head and tripping were the name of his game. Having been a soldier for a good stint, he still never got used to the sight of blood. Even being a violent person and having taken his rage out on a number of people below his own station, seeing the gore that this woman impressed upon his home was nearly enough to turn his stomach.
A mess of unknown emotions and feelings, when they had finally pushed into the gardens, Keikelius bellowed at his wife and daughter for starting to head back toward the house. "What are you doing? I told you to get out," he snarled almost viciously, his tone cutting off sharply when he lifted his gaze to stare into the back garden. His heart stopped dead in his chest and Keikelius was unable to hide the grief on his features this time. The gardens were burning. The gardens he often and very lovingly tended to himself. The gardens that he had had planted with both himself and his wife in mind. Keikelius was not a purveyor of beauty... but this had been one of the few places on land that he had ever felt completely at peace in.
Seeing it marred by rising flames only served to hit the point home. But the grip on his blades only seemed to tighten. "There's a gate on the other side of the garden, but we have to get past the fire," Keikelius said bitterly, shoving his own disdain and unhappiness back for the sake of his wife and daughter. So long as they were able to get off of these grounds in one peace and move to safety quickly, he would gladly die here, if that was what the gods wanted. "We need to go. Come on," he started to nudge Circenia and Chara forward, "We'll have to take a different route," he said quickly, casting his gaze back toward Magnhildr, "I'll take the front, you take the back."
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Keikelius glanced back at his home only once, feeling that unfamiliar clench in his chest that he could only sense was grief. Grief over his home being invaded. Grief over his son's decisions in a position of power that left people rioting in the streets. Grief over his failure as a parent and peacemaker, especially where it mattered the most. And finally, grief that all of his hard work was starting to crumble around him.
Starting with the destruction of the beautiful double doors of his manor and the pouring in of angry citizens. He wasn't used to this stark feeling of heartbreak, especially over material possessions. Keikelius should have been happy that his family was safe, for the most part at least. But he still couldn't help himself in feeling lost. This attack on their home felt like the final nail in the coffin. The final assertion that their time as a powerhouse noble family was at an end.
Because, like Icarus, they had reached far too high and were now burning up in the sun. Apollo's light was harsh and burning, and Keikelius silently apologized to the god for not giving him enough credit where credit was due.
Running swiftly after Magnhildr, Keikelius ducked against some of the weaponized citizens that came after him. Unlike his female protector, Keikelius' goal was not murder, but incapacitation. Hits to the head and tripping were the name of his game. Having been a soldier for a good stint, he still never got used to the sight of blood. Even being a violent person and having taken his rage out on a number of people below his own station, seeing the gore that this woman impressed upon his home was nearly enough to turn his stomach.
A mess of unknown emotions and feelings, when they had finally pushed into the gardens, Keikelius bellowed at his wife and daughter for starting to head back toward the house. "What are you doing? I told you to get out," he snarled almost viciously, his tone cutting off sharply when he lifted his gaze to stare into the back garden. His heart stopped dead in his chest and Keikelius was unable to hide the grief on his features this time. The gardens were burning. The gardens he often and very lovingly tended to himself. The gardens that he had had planted with both himself and his wife in mind. Keikelius was not a purveyor of beauty... but this had been one of the few places on land that he had ever felt completely at peace in.
Seeing it marred by rising flames only served to hit the point home. But the grip on his blades only seemed to tighten. "There's a gate on the other side of the garden, but we have to get past the fire," Keikelius said bitterly, shoving his own disdain and unhappiness back for the sake of his wife and daughter. So long as they were able to get off of these grounds in one peace and move to safety quickly, he would gladly die here, if that was what the gods wanted. "We need to go. Come on," he started to nudge Circenia and Chara forward, "We'll have to take a different route," he said quickly, casting his gaze back toward Magnhildr, "I'll take the front, you take the back."
Keikelius glanced back at his home only once, feeling that unfamiliar clench in his chest that he could only sense was grief. Grief over his home being invaded. Grief over his son's decisions in a position of power that left people rioting in the streets. Grief over his failure as a parent and peacemaker, especially where it mattered the most. And finally, grief that all of his hard work was starting to crumble around him.
Starting with the destruction of the beautiful double doors of his manor and the pouring in of angry citizens. He wasn't used to this stark feeling of heartbreak, especially over material possessions. Keikelius should have been happy that his family was safe, for the most part at least. But he still couldn't help himself in feeling lost. This attack on their home felt like the final nail in the coffin. The final assertion that their time as a powerhouse noble family was at an end.
Because, like Icarus, they had reached far too high and were now burning up in the sun. Apollo's light was harsh and burning, and Keikelius silently apologized to the god for not giving him enough credit where credit was due.
Running swiftly after Magnhildr, Keikelius ducked against some of the weaponized citizens that came after him. Unlike his female protector, Keikelius' goal was not murder, but incapacitation. Hits to the head and tripping were the name of his game. Having been a soldier for a good stint, he still never got used to the sight of blood. Even being a violent person and having taken his rage out on a number of people below his own station, seeing the gore that this woman impressed upon his home was nearly enough to turn his stomach.
A mess of unknown emotions and feelings, when they had finally pushed into the gardens, Keikelius bellowed at his wife and daughter for starting to head back toward the house. "What are you doing? I told you to get out," he snarled almost viciously, his tone cutting off sharply when he lifted his gaze to stare into the back garden. His heart stopped dead in his chest and Keikelius was unable to hide the grief on his features this time. The gardens were burning. The gardens he often and very lovingly tended to himself. The gardens that he had had planted with both himself and his wife in mind. Keikelius was not a purveyor of beauty... but this had been one of the few places on land that he had ever felt completely at peace in.
Seeing it marred by rising flames only served to hit the point home. But the grip on his blades only seemed to tighten. "There's a gate on the other side of the garden, but we have to get past the fire," Keikelius said bitterly, shoving his own disdain and unhappiness back for the sake of his wife and daughter. So long as they were able to get off of these grounds in one peace and move to safety quickly, he would gladly die here, if that was what the gods wanted. "We need to go. Come on," he started to nudge Circenia and Chara forward, "We'll have to take a different route," he said quickly, casting his gaze back toward Magnhildr, "I'll take the front, you take the back."
Curveball Hear The People Sing
"Here! Over here!"
A cry rings out through the anarchists that attack the wealthy homes along the street, including that of the Stravos. The yell is the call of an older man, who has, through the destruction that the crowd have left against several doors and alleys, found a broken down entry way that leads to several storage rooms of food. He waves a hand, encouraging a large group of the protesters to charge down the street and start to raid the big yet sedate home that now sports a broken entryway to its kitchens and serving quarters. An open, gaping hole that is now raided for its food supplies.
Too starved and angry to pay attention to the owners of the homes they attack, the men have no idea that they now raid the food supplies of city home of the Alehandros branch of the Antonis family...
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A cry rings out through the anarchists that attack the wealthy homes along the street, including that of the Stravos. The yell is the call of an older man, who has, through the destruction that the crowd have left against several doors and alleys, found a broken down entry way that leads to several storage rooms of food. He waves a hand, encouraging a large group of the protesters to charge down the street and start to raid the big yet sedate home that now sports a broken entryway to its kitchens and serving quarters. An open, gaping hole that is now raided for its food supplies.
Too starved and angry to pay attention to the owners of the homes they attack, the men have no idea that they now raid the food supplies of city home of the Alehandros branch of the Antonis family...
Curveball Hear The People Sing
"Here! Over here!"
A cry rings out through the anarchists that attack the wealthy homes along the street, including that of the Stravos. The yell is the call of an older man, who has, through the destruction that the crowd have left against several doors and alleys, found a broken down entry way that leads to several storage rooms of food. He waves a hand, encouraging a large group of the protesters to charge down the street and start to raid the big yet sedate home that now sports a broken entryway to its kitchens and serving quarters. An open, gaping hole that is now raided for its food supplies.
Too starved and angry to pay attention to the owners of the homes they attack, the men have no idea that they now raid the food supplies of city home of the Alehandros branch of the Antonis family...
Gathered with her parents and her sisters in one of the upstairs solars, Hebe listened as a panicked servant told them about a large mob that had formed in front of the palace to protest the shortage of food in the city. When they couldn't get through the gates, they had begun to march toward the estates of the wealthy. It had been the servant's day off, but he had felt an obligation to inform the house he served that they might be attacked. A strong wave of fear washed over the young girl. Would their house be destroyed, leaving them with no place to live? They could always by another, but they would lose all of their personal possessions and have to start anew.
She was lucky in that most of her things, including her expensive chitons and jewelry, had been moved to the palace when she started serving as Princess Emilia's lady-in-waiting last year. She should have been there now but she had been given a few days to visit her family. Now she wished she had stayed where it was safe. No, then she would have worried about her parents and siblings and probably wouldn't have discovered what had happened to them until tomorrow. It was best to be here and help her parents figure out what to do.
They discussed several strategies to defend their home, and one of her sisters suggested that they flee. Though they were well-guarded, they might not have enough security to fight off a large group of angry citizens. Hebe thought about their dilemma as the conversation went on around her. The best solutions were usually the simplest, one of her tutors had once told her. That's when the idea came to her.
“Why don't we give them what they want?” she asked. Her sisters looked at her as if she were daft. “If they attack, we can hand out sacks full of food, so that they don't have to use violence. They'll be satisfied and nobody will get hurt. Maybe we can give them some bags of coins too. It's not like we don't have enough to spare.”
Nobody said anything for a long time, and Hebe was afraid that they would call her suggestion foolish. However, both her father and mother agreed and after calling every servant in the house to the kitchens, they began to supervise the loading of sacks and sacks full of grain, vegetables, fruit, and dried meat. Her sisters decided to stay in their rooms but the youngest Antonis girl wanted to help. She filled some of the sacks herself, heedless of whether or not she tore or dirtied her chiton in the process.
They were still making preparations when word came that the Stravos manor had been attacked and the mob was heading their way. Hebe asked if they should open the doors, but her father said that the kitchen entrance had been in need of repairs and he had kept putting it off. If the mob broke in, he would have to renovate the area. Let them use force to get in, he told her, and then they'll find everything they want waiting for them.
It wasn't long before Hebe could hear the shouts of the crowd nearing her residence. Her mother told her to go up to her room but she hid behind a large cupboard, wanting to see what transpired. Her parents remained where they were, surrounded by guards. The young girl winced as the walls were broken down and a group of people in bedraggled clothing poured in. Her father welcomed them and told them to take whatever they wanted, and they began grabbing the sacks of food and handing them back through the gap in the wall.
From her hiding place, Hebe smiled. Was it her imagination or did they look relieved that they didn't have to take what they wanted by force? If it was enough, maybe they would disperse and no more estates would be ransacked.
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Gathered with her parents and her sisters in one of the upstairs solars, Hebe listened as a panicked servant told them about a large mob that had formed in front of the palace to protest the shortage of food in the city. When they couldn't get through the gates, they had begun to march toward the estates of the wealthy. It had been the servant's day off, but he had felt an obligation to inform the house he served that they might be attacked. A strong wave of fear washed over the young girl. Would their house be destroyed, leaving them with no place to live? They could always by another, but they would lose all of their personal possessions and have to start anew.
She was lucky in that most of her things, including her expensive chitons and jewelry, had been moved to the palace when she started serving as Princess Emilia's lady-in-waiting last year. She should have been there now but she had been given a few days to visit her family. Now she wished she had stayed where it was safe. No, then she would have worried about her parents and siblings and probably wouldn't have discovered what had happened to them until tomorrow. It was best to be here and help her parents figure out what to do.
They discussed several strategies to defend their home, and one of her sisters suggested that they flee. Though they were well-guarded, they might not have enough security to fight off a large group of angry citizens. Hebe thought about their dilemma as the conversation went on around her. The best solutions were usually the simplest, one of her tutors had once told her. That's when the idea came to her.
“Why don't we give them what they want?” she asked. Her sisters looked at her as if she were daft. “If they attack, we can hand out sacks full of food, so that they don't have to use violence. They'll be satisfied and nobody will get hurt. Maybe we can give them some bags of coins too. It's not like we don't have enough to spare.”
Nobody said anything for a long time, and Hebe was afraid that they would call her suggestion foolish. However, both her father and mother agreed and after calling every servant in the house to the kitchens, they began to supervise the loading of sacks and sacks full of grain, vegetables, fruit, and dried meat. Her sisters decided to stay in their rooms but the youngest Antonis girl wanted to help. She filled some of the sacks herself, heedless of whether or not she tore or dirtied her chiton in the process.
They were still making preparations when word came that the Stravos manor had been attacked and the mob was heading their way. Hebe asked if they should open the doors, but her father said that the kitchen entrance had been in need of repairs and he had kept putting it off. If the mob broke in, he would have to renovate the area. Let them use force to get in, he told her, and then they'll find everything they want waiting for them.
It wasn't long before Hebe could hear the shouts of the crowd nearing her residence. Her mother told her to go up to her room but she hid behind a large cupboard, wanting to see what transpired. Her parents remained where they were, surrounded by guards. The young girl winced as the walls were broken down and a group of people in bedraggled clothing poured in. Her father welcomed them and told them to take whatever they wanted, and they began grabbing the sacks of food and handing them back through the gap in the wall.
From her hiding place, Hebe smiled. Was it her imagination or did they look relieved that they didn't have to take what they wanted by force? If it was enough, maybe they would disperse and no more estates would be ransacked.
Gathered with her parents and her sisters in one of the upstairs solars, Hebe listened as a panicked servant told them about a large mob that had formed in front of the palace to protest the shortage of food in the city. When they couldn't get through the gates, they had begun to march toward the estates of the wealthy. It had been the servant's day off, but he had felt an obligation to inform the house he served that they might be attacked. A strong wave of fear washed over the young girl. Would their house be destroyed, leaving them with no place to live? They could always by another, but they would lose all of their personal possessions and have to start anew.
She was lucky in that most of her things, including her expensive chitons and jewelry, had been moved to the palace when she started serving as Princess Emilia's lady-in-waiting last year. She should have been there now but she had been given a few days to visit her family. Now she wished she had stayed where it was safe. No, then she would have worried about her parents and siblings and probably wouldn't have discovered what had happened to them until tomorrow. It was best to be here and help her parents figure out what to do.
They discussed several strategies to defend their home, and one of her sisters suggested that they flee. Though they were well-guarded, they might not have enough security to fight off a large group of angry citizens. Hebe thought about their dilemma as the conversation went on around her. The best solutions were usually the simplest, one of her tutors had once told her. That's when the idea came to her.
“Why don't we give them what they want?” she asked. Her sisters looked at her as if she were daft. “If they attack, we can hand out sacks full of food, so that they don't have to use violence. They'll be satisfied and nobody will get hurt. Maybe we can give them some bags of coins too. It's not like we don't have enough to spare.”
Nobody said anything for a long time, and Hebe was afraid that they would call her suggestion foolish. However, both her father and mother agreed and after calling every servant in the house to the kitchens, they began to supervise the loading of sacks and sacks full of grain, vegetables, fruit, and dried meat. Her sisters decided to stay in their rooms but the youngest Antonis girl wanted to help. She filled some of the sacks herself, heedless of whether or not she tore or dirtied her chiton in the process.
They were still making preparations when word came that the Stravos manor had been attacked and the mob was heading their way. Hebe asked if they should open the doors, but her father said that the kitchen entrance had been in need of repairs and he had kept putting it off. If the mob broke in, he would have to renovate the area. Let them use force to get in, he told her, and then they'll find everything they want waiting for them.
It wasn't long before Hebe could hear the shouts of the crowd nearing her residence. Her mother told her to go up to her room but she hid behind a large cupboard, wanting to see what transpired. Her parents remained where they were, surrounded by guards. The young girl winced as the walls were broken down and a group of people in bedraggled clothing poured in. Her father welcomed them and told them to take whatever they wanted, and they began grabbing the sacks of food and handing them back through the gap in the wall.
From her hiding place, Hebe smiled. Was it her imagination or did they look relieved that they didn't have to take what they wanted by force? If it was enough, maybe they would disperse and no more estates would be ransacked.
Circenia looked up as the unfamiliar woman approached, protectively clutching her daughter closer to her chest. She would die for her children if she needed to, and if this woman meant them harm, that’s exactly what she intended to do. The princess fumbled for a weapon she did not have, slowly backing herself and her daughter away from the stranger.
However, the words she spoke gave Circenia pause, taking a moment to look at the large woman with pale, suspicious eyes. “How do I know you’re not one of them?” she hissed, subtly moving so that her body blocked Chara’s. She hardly had the option of refusing help, but if she did accept it, would she just be walking into a trap? They were in enough trouble already—could they really afford more? What guarantee did she have that this outsider was not working in cahoots with the savages that tore apart her home?
Before the woman she addressed could answer, however, her husband joined them with an angry bark of inquiry as to why they weren’t heading further away. He quickly seemed to answer his own question, Keikelius’s beloved face going grim when he realized the magnitude of what they were facing. Their garden burning was the final offense in a long list of grim realities to show them just how far they had all fallen. No matter their efforts, no matter what they had striven for, their world was quite literally burning before their eyes. Elias was not the only one whose path needed to change. It was time the entire Stravos family reconsidered the direction they were taking.
Lest they burn too.
Close at her husband’s heels, she followed his lead, trying to keep the desperate hopelessness from her face for the sake of her daughter. No matter how terrible things got, she couldn’t give up, and she certainly couldn’t let her children do the same. If they had any hope of achieving again what they once had, they had to stay strong. Even if she was just about ready to give up.
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Circenia looked up as the unfamiliar woman approached, protectively clutching her daughter closer to her chest. She would die for her children if she needed to, and if this woman meant them harm, that’s exactly what she intended to do. The princess fumbled for a weapon she did not have, slowly backing herself and her daughter away from the stranger.
However, the words she spoke gave Circenia pause, taking a moment to look at the large woman with pale, suspicious eyes. “How do I know you’re not one of them?” she hissed, subtly moving so that her body blocked Chara’s. She hardly had the option of refusing help, but if she did accept it, would she just be walking into a trap? They were in enough trouble already—could they really afford more? What guarantee did she have that this outsider was not working in cahoots with the savages that tore apart her home?
Before the woman she addressed could answer, however, her husband joined them with an angry bark of inquiry as to why they weren’t heading further away. He quickly seemed to answer his own question, Keikelius’s beloved face going grim when he realized the magnitude of what they were facing. Their garden burning was the final offense in a long list of grim realities to show them just how far they had all fallen. No matter their efforts, no matter what they had striven for, their world was quite literally burning before their eyes. Elias was not the only one whose path needed to change. It was time the entire Stravos family reconsidered the direction they were taking.
Lest they burn too.
Close at her husband’s heels, she followed his lead, trying to keep the desperate hopelessness from her face for the sake of her daughter. No matter how terrible things got, she couldn’t give up, and she certainly couldn’t let her children do the same. If they had any hope of achieving again what they once had, they had to stay strong. Even if she was just about ready to give up.
Circenia looked up as the unfamiliar woman approached, protectively clutching her daughter closer to her chest. She would die for her children if she needed to, and if this woman meant them harm, that’s exactly what she intended to do. The princess fumbled for a weapon she did not have, slowly backing herself and her daughter away from the stranger.
However, the words she spoke gave Circenia pause, taking a moment to look at the large woman with pale, suspicious eyes. “How do I know you’re not one of them?” she hissed, subtly moving so that her body blocked Chara’s. She hardly had the option of refusing help, but if she did accept it, would she just be walking into a trap? They were in enough trouble already—could they really afford more? What guarantee did she have that this outsider was not working in cahoots with the savages that tore apart her home?
Before the woman she addressed could answer, however, her husband joined them with an angry bark of inquiry as to why they weren’t heading further away. He quickly seemed to answer his own question, Keikelius’s beloved face going grim when he realized the magnitude of what they were facing. Their garden burning was the final offense in a long list of grim realities to show them just how far they had all fallen. No matter their efforts, no matter what they had striven for, their world was quite literally burning before their eyes. Elias was not the only one whose path needed to change. It was time the entire Stravos family reconsidered the direction they were taking.
Lest they burn too.
Close at her husband’s heels, she followed his lead, trying to keep the desperate hopelessness from her face for the sake of her daughter. No matter how terrible things got, she couldn’t give up, and she certainly couldn’t let her children do the same. If they had any hope of achieving again what they once had, they had to stay strong. Even if she was just about ready to give up.
As Elias of Stravos and his detachment of shoulders drew nearer and nearer to Archontiko Stravos, he felt his blood run cold in his veins. The heir to Stravos watched in horror as all that his father and grandfather had worked for erupted in flame, from the pristine gardens to the theatre home, but even in the midst of the fires Elias heard no screams or wails. The erupting flames gave him no hope, but as the Stravos drew closer to what might have been carnage, a vision struck his senses.
Elias felt the chill overwhelm him as he centered himself, in the ethereal vision of nothingness he saw a river, flowing ever forward with a boat moored at the cusp of its bed. At the boat was a lone figure, its hand extended and its face cloaked. But even as the shadow covered its eyes, Elias knew the expectation. Too many homeless cur had extended their hand towards him only to be rebuked or stricken until the hand lowered or he walked away. However, this hand was spectral, the epitome of death and decay and Elias of Stravos could only gasp with cold realization as Charon demanded payment for a family he couldn't bury.
Elias shouted out even as his legs carried him towards the burning house. Distracted, he'd lost track of his location. There was no way any living Stravoses were in the house. More than likely, they'd take a back way, and Elias knew exactly where to head. He called out to his soldiers, turning a corner and hot in pursuit. The frozen blood in his veins melted at once as he saw the terrified visage of Circenia of Stravos, then his father and sister. Elias did not greet them. Instead, he sent his soldiers to the foreigner, a presence he did not know or care to understand. She was covered in blood and gore, a sight that caused the Stravos' stomach to turn and his anger to boil. He felt it surge in his veins before he noticed his father seemed to allow her presence.
The foreigner loomed as a bloody specter behind the survivors. Elias narrowed his gaze,
"You are not needed, foreigner. Leave, immediately," he demanded before he drew towards his mother to curl his arms around her. Then, he did the same to his sister before grasping at his father's shoulder. A quick motion as if to ensure that they were flesh and blood and not deathly apparitions for whom he owed Charon for their journey. He shook his head, snapping back to reality before he said to his family,
"Come with us. We can take refuge in the palati until the worst of this dies off,"
Elias of Stravos cared not for the world outside of those walls, so long as his family was safe behind them. The flames would die out, the rebellion would die out. But, his family could not and would not.
They couldn't. Otherwise, what would Elias do with himself after?
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As Elias of Stravos and his detachment of shoulders drew nearer and nearer to Archontiko Stravos, he felt his blood run cold in his veins. The heir to Stravos watched in horror as all that his father and grandfather had worked for erupted in flame, from the pristine gardens to the theatre home, but even in the midst of the fires Elias heard no screams or wails. The erupting flames gave him no hope, but as the Stravos drew closer to what might have been carnage, a vision struck his senses.
Elias felt the chill overwhelm him as he centered himself, in the ethereal vision of nothingness he saw a river, flowing ever forward with a boat moored at the cusp of its bed. At the boat was a lone figure, its hand extended and its face cloaked. But even as the shadow covered its eyes, Elias knew the expectation. Too many homeless cur had extended their hand towards him only to be rebuked or stricken until the hand lowered or he walked away. However, this hand was spectral, the epitome of death and decay and Elias of Stravos could only gasp with cold realization as Charon demanded payment for a family he couldn't bury.
Elias shouted out even as his legs carried him towards the burning house. Distracted, he'd lost track of his location. There was no way any living Stravoses were in the house. More than likely, they'd take a back way, and Elias knew exactly where to head. He called out to his soldiers, turning a corner and hot in pursuit. The frozen blood in his veins melted at once as he saw the terrified visage of Circenia of Stravos, then his father and sister. Elias did not greet them. Instead, he sent his soldiers to the foreigner, a presence he did not know or care to understand. She was covered in blood and gore, a sight that caused the Stravos' stomach to turn and his anger to boil. He felt it surge in his veins before he noticed his father seemed to allow her presence.
The foreigner loomed as a bloody specter behind the survivors. Elias narrowed his gaze,
"You are not needed, foreigner. Leave, immediately," he demanded before he drew towards his mother to curl his arms around her. Then, he did the same to his sister before grasping at his father's shoulder. A quick motion as if to ensure that they were flesh and blood and not deathly apparitions for whom he owed Charon for their journey. He shook his head, snapping back to reality before he said to his family,
"Come with us. We can take refuge in the palati until the worst of this dies off,"
Elias of Stravos cared not for the world outside of those walls, so long as his family was safe behind them. The flames would die out, the rebellion would die out. But, his family could not and would not.
They couldn't. Otherwise, what would Elias do with himself after?
As Elias of Stravos and his detachment of shoulders drew nearer and nearer to Archontiko Stravos, he felt his blood run cold in his veins. The heir to Stravos watched in horror as all that his father and grandfather had worked for erupted in flame, from the pristine gardens to the theatre home, but even in the midst of the fires Elias heard no screams or wails. The erupting flames gave him no hope, but as the Stravos drew closer to what might have been carnage, a vision struck his senses.
Elias felt the chill overwhelm him as he centered himself, in the ethereal vision of nothingness he saw a river, flowing ever forward with a boat moored at the cusp of its bed. At the boat was a lone figure, its hand extended and its face cloaked. But even as the shadow covered its eyes, Elias knew the expectation. Too many homeless cur had extended their hand towards him only to be rebuked or stricken until the hand lowered or he walked away. However, this hand was spectral, the epitome of death and decay and Elias of Stravos could only gasp with cold realization as Charon demanded payment for a family he couldn't bury.
Elias shouted out even as his legs carried him towards the burning house. Distracted, he'd lost track of his location. There was no way any living Stravoses were in the house. More than likely, they'd take a back way, and Elias knew exactly where to head. He called out to his soldiers, turning a corner and hot in pursuit. The frozen blood in his veins melted at once as he saw the terrified visage of Circenia of Stravos, then his father and sister. Elias did not greet them. Instead, he sent his soldiers to the foreigner, a presence he did not know or care to understand. She was covered in blood and gore, a sight that caused the Stravos' stomach to turn and his anger to boil. He felt it surge in his veins before he noticed his father seemed to allow her presence.
The foreigner loomed as a bloody specter behind the survivors. Elias narrowed his gaze,
"You are not needed, foreigner. Leave, immediately," he demanded before he drew towards his mother to curl his arms around her. Then, he did the same to his sister before grasping at his father's shoulder. A quick motion as if to ensure that they were flesh and blood and not deathly apparitions for whom he owed Charon for their journey. He shook his head, snapping back to reality before he said to his family,
"Come with us. We can take refuge in the palati until the worst of this dies off,"
Elias of Stravos cared not for the world outside of those walls, so long as his family was safe behind them. The flames would die out, the rebellion would die out. But, his family could not and would not.
They couldn't. Otherwise, what would Elias do with himself after?
It was something she faced many times before during war – a mother protecting her child, willing to die to protect her loved one. It was something noble, and something that broke her heart, and that was one of the reasons why she had a moral code that impeded her of harming unarmed people or children. At her question, she replied, “If I was, we wouldn’t be talking”, she said slowly, as she always did. But thankfully Keikelius appeared. Hopefully that would quell doubts.
Magnhildr was a soldier; she has been that for most of her life. She knew that for most people, even other soldiers, killing was not something that came easy. It was obvious upon seeing Keikelius that he didn’t want to kill – why would he? Even if they rebelled, they were his subjects after all. The Daughter of Hildr, though, had a more practical approach, and knew that it was kill or be killed…
As a soldier, she also knew how to listen to orders. When ordered to guard the rear, she did just so and followed them through the burning gardens. She didn’t doubt that they would have been once beautiful, but now they were turning to ash… better than the people she was trying to protect, however.
Out of the house two more commoners appeared; they their weapons were covered in fresh blood, and they had murder in their eyes. Magnhildr turned around when she saw them at the corner of her eye and faced them, with a scowl that could curdle milk. The men hesitated, seeing as her axe was bigger than their weapons. She only said, “You don’t want this”, before they got realized that, no, this was not worth their lives and fled.
That worked this time… but she didn’t doubt that they would come with reinforcement, so she shouted, “Let’s go!” as they moved, ready for anything.
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It was something she faced many times before during war – a mother protecting her child, willing to die to protect her loved one. It was something noble, and something that broke her heart, and that was one of the reasons why she had a moral code that impeded her of harming unarmed people or children. At her question, she replied, “If I was, we wouldn’t be talking”, she said slowly, as she always did. But thankfully Keikelius appeared. Hopefully that would quell doubts.
Magnhildr was a soldier; she has been that for most of her life. She knew that for most people, even other soldiers, killing was not something that came easy. It was obvious upon seeing Keikelius that he didn’t want to kill – why would he? Even if they rebelled, they were his subjects after all. The Daughter of Hildr, though, had a more practical approach, and knew that it was kill or be killed…
As a soldier, she also knew how to listen to orders. When ordered to guard the rear, she did just so and followed them through the burning gardens. She didn’t doubt that they would have been once beautiful, but now they were turning to ash… better than the people she was trying to protect, however.
Out of the house two more commoners appeared; they their weapons were covered in fresh blood, and they had murder in their eyes. Magnhildr turned around when she saw them at the corner of her eye and faced them, with a scowl that could curdle milk. The men hesitated, seeing as her axe was bigger than their weapons. She only said, “You don’t want this”, before they got realized that, no, this was not worth their lives and fled.
That worked this time… but she didn’t doubt that they would come with reinforcement, so she shouted, “Let’s go!” as they moved, ready for anything.
It was something she faced many times before during war – a mother protecting her child, willing to die to protect her loved one. It was something noble, and something that broke her heart, and that was one of the reasons why she had a moral code that impeded her of harming unarmed people or children. At her question, she replied, “If I was, we wouldn’t be talking”, she said slowly, as she always did. But thankfully Keikelius appeared. Hopefully that would quell doubts.
Magnhildr was a soldier; she has been that for most of her life. She knew that for most people, even other soldiers, killing was not something that came easy. It was obvious upon seeing Keikelius that he didn’t want to kill – why would he? Even if they rebelled, they were his subjects after all. The Daughter of Hildr, though, had a more practical approach, and knew that it was kill or be killed…
As a soldier, she also knew how to listen to orders. When ordered to guard the rear, she did just so and followed them through the burning gardens. She didn’t doubt that they would have been once beautiful, but now they were turning to ash… better than the people she was trying to protect, however.
Out of the house two more commoners appeared; they their weapons were covered in fresh blood, and they had murder in their eyes. Magnhildr turned around when she saw them at the corner of her eye and faced them, with a scowl that could curdle milk. The men hesitated, seeing as her axe was bigger than their weapons. She only said, “You don’t want this”, before they got realized that, no, this was not worth their lives and fled.
That worked this time… but she didn’t doubt that they would come with reinforcement, so she shouted, “Let’s go!” as they moved, ready for anything.