— ✹ HEED THE MURMUR ! The Halls of Sparta welcome ( HELEN ) the ( PRINCESS ) of ( SPARTA ). The bards tell us they are approaching ( twenty ) and strike a likeness to ( kelsey merritt ). Their deeds precede them in the world — extoled to be ( patient, fervent, captivating, & quick-witted ) yet ( willful, deceptive, yearning, & shrewd ) in their worst hour. When they enter a quiet room, shadows of ( standing still and alone among a collection of useless bronze meant to win you; an iridescent blade cradled by the riverside in discarded white linen; swan-coloured clouds flowering over apricot and gold skies ) spring forward. Their opinion about the marriage contest is one ( divided by contempt and hope ). Their purpose at the Spartan court falls in line with ( attaining a life beyond the high-walls of an old king’s domain ).
graphic up top, shitpost in the back whats UP gaydies and gentlemaams it’s ya war thot, helen
daughter of leda, queen of sparta, and zeus, god of sticking it where it doesnt belong
was weaned as a kiddo on the idea that she was born of a Great, Mythic Love between the king of the gods and mama, sequestered away for “protection”, only rly got freedom in the rivers and wooded grounds by the palace
so she used to sit next to animals and look at them like: x
also liked to pretend she was a nymph ? dumbass
then she realized that was all stupid, zeus boned her mom the boring regular way, and everyone was utterly determined to be feeding her bullshit for the rest of her life
thanks to a sympathetic handmaid she started sneaking out w a heavy veil to the spartan markets/villages/etc like 5/6 years ago, still does it to this day
obsessed w this weird chipped tooth she has thats the result of an incident w a peach a long time ago. was she doing it like call me by your name way before they did it?
no. absolutely not. gtfo
has slowly realized perhaps she hasn’t been hidden away to protect others, but mb because they’re..... a little frightened of her too
has made a lot of use out of the hidden halls beneath the spartan palace. the dungeons are kept down there too but shes crafted a lil shrine to aphrodite down there and does some debatable worship
still loves the hidden rivers and forests, catch her sunbathing nude and eating fresh fruit
also utilizes both the underground + some hidden/servant halls for Spying in on tyndareus/political meetings, partially for news on whats going on but moreso to learn how great men and war criminals sell their lies
idk if anyones seen carnival row but mild sophie vibes there, except spoiler shes not tryna fuck her brother
detests the idea of being won like a prize but has been waiting & planning for this day so she is Ready babies
— ✹ HEED THE MURMUR ! The Halls of Sparta welcome ( HERA ) the ( QUEEN ) of ( OLYMPUS ). The bards tell us they are approaching ( immortal ) and strike a likeness to ( GEMMA CHAN ). Their deeds precede them in the world — extoled to be ( protective, insightful, poised, diligent & loyal ) yet ( jealous, conniving, vengeful, acerbic & prideful ) in their worst hour. When they enter a quiet room, shadows of ( fine skirts brushing marble floors, the bright glint of gold against perfect skin, a smile that doesn’t reach the eyes ) spring forward. Their opinion about the marriage contest is a ( negative ) one. Their purpose at the Spartan court falls in line with ( maintaining and affirming her rightful place as Queen of Olympus ).
Quick Summary
Bio & App / About Page
Hera is Queen of the Gods, and she will not let you forget it. Her domains include women, marriage, the family, childbirth, and keeping Olympus running while Zeus tries to ruin her life for the thousandth time
Overthrew Cronos with Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon.
Famously the wife of Zeus. Has put up with his years of infidelity with what she would call a rather measured dose of petty revenge. Warnings, really, not that Zeus has heeded them.
Mother of Ares, Hebe, Hephaestus, Eleithyia.
Epithets include
Ἀλέξανδρος (Alexandros) - Protector of Men
Βασίλεια (Basíleia) - Queen
Ἀκραῖα (Akráia) - She of the Heights
Λευκώλενος (Leukṓlenos) - White-Armed
Τελεία (Teléia) - as goddess of marriage
Takes her duties as Queen very seriously. Has absolutely zero patience for Eris’ latest nonsense, Aphrodite and Athena’s challenges to her throne, or any of this Helen business. Will fight tooth and nail to keep her crown.
Pretty done with being disrespected. Nearing the end of her patience. Ready To Fight.
On the side of the Myceneans largely just to oppose Aphrodite, but has taken a liking to them all the same.
Wanted connections include but are not limited to: family, allies, enemies, friends, confidants, mortal proteges and anything else you can think of!
Hit me up either here or on discord to plot with her!
— ✹ heed the murmur ! the halls of sparta welcome ( achilles ) the ( hero ) of ( thessaly ). the bards tell us they are approaching ( 20 ) and strike a likeness to ( niels schneider ). their deeds precede them in the world — extolled to be ( charming, loyal & driven ) yet ( spoiled, shallow & irascible ) in their worst hour. when they enter a quiet room, shadows of ( a crown of curls, damp with sweat and crumpled from the press of a helmet; calloused fingers plucking a love song onto the metallic strings of a lyre; boyish laughter falling from wine-stained lips ) spring forward. their opinion about the marriage contest is a ( neutral ) one. their purpose at the spartan court falls in line with ( his pursuit of glory and renown ).
meet achilles (who am i kidding y’all already know him), born of perhaps the worst example of matchmaking the the history of the world and proud owner of the biggest ego ever
grew up in his father’s court at phthia under the shadow of the prophecy that he’d grow up to be greater than his father - prophecies are rarely wrong, and both achilles and peleus know it
thetis was not into having a human son, so she gave him a little dip in the river styx to try to make him invincible but forgot his ankle where she was holding him - the river made him harder to kill, but no less hard to wound. there is no cure for mortality.
childhood was sad boy hours (thetis went back to the sea, and the obsessive way he spent his formative years working at the sword was alienating to most of the other myrmidon boys)
enter patroclus light of achilles’ life
was trained further on mt pelion by the centaur chiron before returning home to his father’s court
he’s a young man obsessed with glory, with living up to the prophecies that foretell his greatness, it consumes him and dictates everything he does
he’s only got one brain cell (thetis wonders if they all fell out into the river styx when she dangled him in there) and as much as he’s an incredible warrior, he’s not the brightest boy in the world (sources: that huge sulk he had that killed tons of greeks, letting his mans go and fight hector, annoying literal gods left and right)
also thinks he can beat fate - wants nothing more to be both glorious and happy (oh boy,,,... oh boy,,)
loves to swim and play the lyre and ride his horse - he’s really just boy who’s pushed himself to grow up too fast
record holder for: worlds worst temper, most figs eaten in 5 minutes, most convincing myrmidon in a dress (shoutouts to pyrrha), most cities pillaged before the age of 20
d*scord is socratease#4960
APP PLOT POINTS:
✹ Suckled on salt and weaned on the tides, Achilles' mother has always had his ear. She tried her best to breed her hatred of what made her son mortal in him too, but she failed. His relationship with his mortality is one of pride, though a rocky pride that wavers in moments of fear. To be faced with both gods and mortals in the halls of Sparta will ask him to examine the nature of his blood, and decide if his mother might have been right all along. To be a god would be a wonderful thing, to be worshiped, venerated, carved in chryselephantine; he understands that as plainly as his mother speaks it with her watery tongue. But his mortality is what makes him human, what makes his deeds remarkable, what makes life, short as it is prophesied to be, worth living - it is the part that knows how scream like a child when things don’t go his way and how to love so deeply he bursts with it like an overripe fig underfoot. It is the part that lets him cry on the nights he misses his mother to the sea, and ache deep to his bones after a long day wielding sword, bow or spear. Petty things, these must be to gods, and Achilles has always feared seeming anything less than powerful.
✹ Achilles has no need for a Spartan bride - he has his own prize, one who Achilles claims has a face who could launch more than a thousand ships, and one he would never waver from, even for a daughter of Zeus. They say that Zeus halved people so they would have to find their matching piece, but Achilles will claim that he was missing more than half of himself in the months before the jewel of Opus came to Thessaly. The competition amuses him, however, as all of its kind do to a young man revels in victory, but he seeks only glory, not the prize itself. To put men so desperate to claw their way into Helen of Sparta’s marriage bed into their places will be amusing, he has already mused to Patroclus that he cannot wait to see the looks on their faces as they are beaten at their own games by a man, no, a myth, who doesn’t even care for the object of their affections. It will be interesting to see his interaction with those vying for Helen’s hand, especially when he thinks himself better than even the best of them.
✹ One day Achilles' name will fall from the lips of many for being the man who fought against the Trojans at Ilium. But now he has no qualms against them, he has no qualms against anyone, really, unless they invite that rotten temper of his (and they will, it is truly only a matter of time). He is curious, though he'd never admit it, to meet people from all around the known world - Trojans, Spartans, and everything in between. It all sounded more exciting to him than seeing only Myrmidons at his father's court, and for a young man who spends his days so obsessively training with sword and bow, a change of pace comes as welcome. A legend he may be, a story larger than life, but in reality he is a young man with a bad temper and wide eyes for the world. He is eager to know these strangers, to speak with them, perhaps even to spar with them (if they're lucky), so that they might carry his name, shrouded in glory, back to their homes.
If they are a mortal, what would they fight for ? What would they die for ?
Like a dog chained and taunted, Achilles aches for a chance to prove himself. He would fight for the mere chance for glory - all his life he has heard prophecies about his prowess, his skill, his invincibility, but they are not enough for him. He yearns to show people they are true, and that he is more, even, than the stories they tell about him. There are few things that Achilles feels he would go to war for on principle - he backs no king but his father, he is favored by no goddess over his mother, and neither of them are warmongers, but he is not so disillusioned as to think this will mean he will never don his horse-hair plumed helmet for war. Someone will offer him the honours and glory he wants one day, and when that day comes he will be ready.
His death, however, is another story. The history books should tell the stories of it for generations to come, he is sure of that, and thus he would only enter into a fight that could promise him that at its end. Steeped in the water of the Styx, he boasts himself to be invincible - that was the gift of his baptism, the rawest, most visceral proof of a mother’s love, but he knows he is human underneath all that. A body of flesh and bone, and all of those have to die some time. There is, of course, the matter of Patroclus - Achilles would fall on his sword if he was asked by those lips, he thinks. So perhaps he would die for him too, even if it locked him out of the annals for good. Some things, after all, are more important than glory, it just takes a young man like Achilles a little too long to recognise them.
— I also started a little aesthetic board here for him!
Hello, its Flint again, back with more names with a lot of syllables. This time its Agamemnon. Bullet points and app stuff under the cut, shoot me a message or give this a like and I’ll shoot you one. Hurray!
— ✹ HEED THE MURMUR ! The Halls of Sparta welcome AGAMEMNON the KING of MYCENEA. The bards tell us they are approaching 38 and strike a likeness to ALEXANDER SKARSGARD. Their deeds precede them in the world — extoled to be witty, pragmatic and diligent yet volatile, envious and self-centered in their worst hour. When they enter a quiet room, shadows of looming towers made of gold, waves beating back the cliff face across the centuries and the hard set faces of a thousand loyal men, all turned to heed your word spring forward. Their opinion about the marriage contest is a neutral one. Their purpose at the Spartan court falls in line with protecting their interests and weakening Sparta.
The weight of cursed generations rides on the shoulders of a man that refuses to buckle beneath it. Very much the sum of his parts, the bloody history of his family and a life lived in exile has shaped Agamemnon into a single-minded, ambitious and powerful king.
At least, that is what shows from the surface. Corruption flows deeper than that, with pragmatism straying so easily into cruelty and gain into greed. His youth saw everything taken from him, and the starving boy has grown up hungry.
There is only one connection to his past remaining, and one man other than himself that can claim his unwavering support and loyalty. His brother, Menelaus, is the chief, public reason for his attendance at the Spartan court. A bond of blood has held the two together through every waver. Here, the two unite in the same pursuit of power and purpose to secure the younger’s ascendance.
Cracks show in the perfect golden facade, in the wine that fills his cups and the empty halls of his palace. Out of everything he has fought for, he remains all but alone. A brother, a navy and a conquering army swear fealty to him, but they cannot assuage biting solitude. It bothers him little. People are pawns to him, made to fulfil their use then cast aside. Shadows creep in regardless, with none to fend them away.
Tangible gods make atheism impossible, but it is a different kind of belief that he lacks. Agamemnon knows all too well what it is to anger the gods. Their wrath threatens to ruin his life at every turn, and it is only his own sheer force of will that has gained him the footing he has now. As much as he holds them with resentment, he knows, conversely, how valuable the blessing of a god can be. It is his pride that prevents him from scraping every favour he can from their heavenly palms.
App
What are three plot points you see for this character in the future ? They can be rendered as paragraphs, bullet points, or any way you prefer.
Much was taken from the House of Atreus for the heinous crimes of Agamemnon’s great-grandfather. Generations later, Agamemnon was forced to flee the kingdom of his birthright, leaving his father and family behind to take refuge with his brothers. In living a life apart, learning of his family only through stories of war and their eventual deaths, he learned to turn inward in his grief. Through wilful ignorance, much knowledge of the curse eludes him, but he is always bitterly aware of how he must hold back the tide. It does little to deter him, however. Knowing how close he has been so many times to losing everything only makes him cling harder to it, to grasp at more and more, dragging it back to his pile so he may sit atop his mound of gold and feel some gnawing semblance of security. It is this greed, though he may call it a more personal quest for glory, that takes him with his brother to Spartan shores. It is a city so familiar to him, and beneath the guidance of its king, he learned much of its brutal, self-serving, pleasure seeking ways. Far from a father figure to him, Tyndareus disgusts him. Blind to their similarities, he sees what he wishes to; a weak king and a powerful city glistening with opportunity. With any luck, his brother will prove himself in this contest and bring Sparta to a powerful alliance with Mycenea. Inheritance could be swiftly hastened by a blade in the night, but what then to do with the kingdom of Sparta? Were it to fall into his brother's hands, so close to his own grasp? Would he be glad for the man, his closest companion, who has lost even more than himself? Or would covetous instinct give in?
It is a curious show, this marriage contest, yet an even more curious audience. With gods themselves in attendance of the court of Sparta, Agamemnon is awash with mixed emotions. These characters cursed his family to discord so long ago, and the very sight of them leaves a bitter, bloody taste in his mouth. There is optimism,, however, even hope that something might be done to appeal to them for forgiveness or reward. Did Tantalus deserve it? Doubtless. But does he? Perhaps they can be persuaded, somehow, to release his House from their penitence. How that might be done as yet eludes him, but he believes himself a cunning man, and will bring all he has to bear. Vengeance is a dire temptation, but he already knows what a thin line he walks upon and how easy it would be to bring further disaster upon themselves by angering the gods already disposed to hating him. It is only fortunate that their hatred of him pales in comparison to the abject loathing he holds for them.
Conquest, conquest, conquest. Everything is a hard fought battle for the sons of Atreus, and everything viewed as victory or failure. He works hard to secure every ally and confidant he can. He drinks deep of his cups and seeks pleasure where he can find it. It is the trick of a cruel man to collect women like trophies, but his eye naturally wanders in search of difficult conquests.
It seems that must be to his tastes, for with all eyes on Helen, his watch her sister. Less competition hardly means an easier task in wooing a woman so very sure of herself. Though they have known each other since childhood, he finds her quite unfamiliar. They are alike in that manner, both playing with their cards held tight to their chests. In her, perhaps he sees a match, some alike him in ambition and intellect. Others catch his eye; the daughters of powerful men, Cassandra, chief among them, wild as she is beautiful, yet fiercely fascinating. But they are playthings, viewed as the potential of part of a collection - conquests, once again. Clytemnestra will never be conquered. Too woo her would not be to defeat her, but to gain a powerful ally. Too pragmatic and sensible to plead love or devotion, he is nonetheless enticed, committed to this chase.
If they are a mortal, what would they fight for ? What would they die for ?
It takes a great deal to sway a selfish man into sacrifice, but Agamemnon is not blind to loyalty. He likes to bribe it from other people, to hold it in his hand and test its mettle. That is for others, however. There is one he holds in higher regard, one he truly cares for and adores, one he will fight and certainly kill for, though ending his own life in their favour seems a stretch. His brother, Menelaus, starving and shadowed beneath him, is a constant figure in Agamemnon’s life. His own superiority over him rarely gives him opportunity to gloat. Rather, he would have him raised to stand alongside him, and pretend, at least in public, not to covet what he has just the same.
While he has his own goals in mind in Sparta, he comes in support of his brother’s claim upon its daughter. He would follow him to the end’s of the earth to protect and serve him, to gain all that he deserves. But he does not share. He will not make a place atop his pile of gold for a second to sit beside him. Not before the gold washes red with his own blood. Each coin has been clawed for across the years, and the hoard of money, tiltes, power and reputation he has built upon himself is his life’s work and proudest achievement. He would die, kicking and screaming fury before he lets even an ounce of that slip from his fearsome grasp.
Hey guys! I’m Flint and this is Penthesilea. Perhaps some day I shall be able to write her name without googling it first, but not some day soon. Under the cut I’ll post a few bullet points about her along with some of the information from her app. Shoot me a message or drop this a like and I’ll get in touch for plotting!
— ✹ HEED THE MURMUR ! The Halls of Sparta welcome PENTHESILEA the QUEEN of the Amazons. The bards tell us they are approaching 36 and strike a likeness to LUPITA NYONG’O. Their deeds precede them in the world — extoled to be ambitious and attentive yet proud and stubborn in their worst hour. When they enter a quiet room, shadows of towering palms on a sun warmed beach, white marble awaiting a sculptor and swirling cloth of many colours, draped over fine, bronze armour spring forward. Their opinion about the marriage contest is a positive one. Their purpose at the Spartan court falls in line with keeping the peace and winning the marriage contest.
Penthesilea has a complicated relationship with gods and mortals, viewing herself and her people as part of the purgatory that sits between them. As a result, she can be aloof and detached, particularly in matters of emotion and personal politics.
Therefore, relationships seldom pass through a surface level for her. Respect is something she holds in high regard, and not something those she is among have earned yet. Though she spends time with them, it is to further her own goals and take her advantages.
As a fiercely independent person, she doesn’t ask for a second opinion and her natural confidence soon becomes a head-strong, stubborn attitude. To her, it feels natural. She genuinely believes herself better than the rest and behaves accordingly.
Despite her close familial relationship to the Olympians, she has little regard for them, especially not for her father. If she is aloof, they are utterly removed from reality and she detests their petty nature and the games they play with mortals.
Though a fierce warrior that continuously dedicates her time to training, she sees war in a darker light than most. She sees it for the devastation is causes and believes it avoidable. Having lost many of her friends and sisters to it, she seeks to avoid the conflict brewing in Sparta by any means necessary.
While she takes the time to find fun in a trivial competition between trivial men, she is here for a cause she heartily believes in, and can switch from jovial to protector in a heartbeat.
Starting from the beginning of play, she will make her estimations of the players in the god’s games and where their paths may lead. She sees people for the threats they may pose or the allies they could be and addresses them accordingly. Impersonal as it may be, she has to if she is to have any hope of halting the wheel.
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What are three plot points you see for this character in the future ? They can be rendered as paragraphs, bullet points, or any way you prefer.
Never one to back away from a challenge, she views the marriage contest more as entertainment than a serious matter. While many of Sparta’s suitors may seek power and fame in both the match and victory in the competition, Penthesilea seeks neither. Quite satisfied in the fact that her reputation precedes her, she nonetheless intends to win. Admittedly, she believes it doubtful that the prideful Spartan king would allow a betrothal between his daughter and the Queen of the Amazons, but that certainly does not prevent her from trying. It is all in the name of sport and amusement for her, with the added caveat that a beautiful wife and the commitment of the city of Sparta would make valuable prizes, indeed.
There are many others fighting for Helen’s hand, none of which she holds in particularly high regard. Believing she has a marked advantage over them, she intends to prove herself their better and excel in the competition, while perhaps making room for the harmless seduction of her prize in the meantime. It is not her priority, however. Though besmirching the ego of the men competing may cool their tempers enough to prevent them quarreling with one another, Penthesilea knows that the task of keeping the peace shall be a difficult one. Playing babysitter to the greatest powers in Ilia and beyond is one thing, but keeping the Olympians from tearing the Greek world asunder in their petty arguments will be the true task.
Not the sort to bow and beg before mortal lords, she knows sense and diplomacy will only take her so far. Ultimately, she has a head for war as much as morality, and intends to prove herself swiftly as one not to be trifled with by squabbling men that feel personally slighted. If they will not listen to reason, they may listen to threats. An intimidating presence ought to work best in earning the respect she requires. Though she may lose some regard for herself in any resulting trickery and subterfuge, she believes that the ends shall justify the means if it prevents all out war from breaking out.
How to sate the gods is something she must figure out, and quickly. Using people as play things to solve petty differences infuriates her and reminds her of the bitter fickleness of the Olympians. With her father among them, she regards them as far more tangible than many mortals might, and fears them not. Whether she will find allies or enemies among them, she can only hope they will be played against one another to settle their arguments. They would do best to heed her warnings of what tragedy their actions may bring about.
She feels a great burden upon her and I look forward to finding where her loyalties lie. Assuming they will fall in with Troy, there is a lot to explore with her motivation and what cements her attachment to that faction. While she so naturally follows in the footsteps of her father, I can’t see any true loyalty there to sway her into following his preference. While at a push she may defer to the authority of the gods over mortals, it would not take much to overrule that. In her determination to keep the peace, she works better as a neutral mediator, though a natural instinct for battle and the defence of justice might sway her to honour one faction over the other. Ultimately, she’s fiercely independent and holds her own moral code in high regard. It could be a strong personal bond that sways her, loyalty to one god or another or a belief in the right course.
If they are a mortal, what would they fight for ? What would they die for ?
Somewhere between immortal and mortal, Penthesilia holds a unique position in this regard. Despite her parentage, she is no pawn of the gods, but in living a life separate from mortals, she holds no great love for them either. What she supports is the path of least destruction.
Proud of her own nation, they are a people she would lay down her life for without question, and it would take a similar force of nature to sway her so much for any other.
Far from her father’s ruthless appetite for war, she views battle as more of an art, war as a necessity, and death as a tragic shame. She fights for what she loves and what she feels is right, sitting somewhere around a neutral good alignment. For the right person or cause - something or someone she believes in - she would sacrifice herself. Perhaps it’s the unique position of an Amazon that she knows how valuable her life is as something greater than human, yet is as ready as any noble soldier to face death in the name of honour.
— ✹ HEED THE MURMUR ! The Halls of Sparta welcome ( ODYSSEUS ) the ( ADVISOR ) of ( MYCENAE ). The bards tell us they are approaching ( thirty-five ) and strike a likeness to ( RAMI MALEK ). Their deeds precede them in the world — extoled to be ( ingenious, perseverant, cunning, and rugged ) yet ( conniving, duplicitous, sly, and self-serving ) in their worst hour. When they enter a quiet room, shadows of ( rough, calloused hands mapping out delicate plans, saying one thing and meaning countless others, the knowing smile of a man with a secret well-kept ) spring forward. Their opinion about the marriage contest is an ( opportunistic ) one. Their purpose at the Spartan court falls in line with ( overturning the cycles of the world and assuring himself a place in what shall come after ).
Bio & App / About Page
Odysseus! The wily general at Troy, the clever mind behind the Trojan Horse, the great wanderer & legendary King of Ithaca... or at least maybe he will be, someday.
This is an Odysseus before the legends, his circumstances & ambitions somewhat different, and I am so excited to develop him and see where he goes.
He was born no one and nothing ( as far as he knows, anyway ), has managed to secure himself a place as Agamemnon’s advisor, and has his sights set so much higher.
Sick of the whole system, sees the contest for Helen as a powderkeg that could change everything, and has thoughts on how to set it off.
Allegiance currently lies with Mycenae, but really he’s on a side all his own.
Soft as hell for Penelope
Intrigued by the workings of the divine. Has of course heard the rumors that he may be an unclaimed son of Hermes, not sure he believes them, even less sure it makes a difference.
Wanted connections include: friends, enemies, co-conspirators, rivals, family?, confidantes, sparring partners, drinking buddies, romantic connections, and anything else you can think of!
« Υπήρξε δίκαιος, σοφός, γενναίος.
Υπήρξεν έτι το άριστον εκείνο, Ελληνικός -
ιδιότητα δεν έχ' η ανθρωπότης τιμιοτέραν·
εις τους θεούς ευρίσκονται τα πέραν. »
————— hello, henry here with theseus. read on for a short summary of him and feel free to go thru the assorted links! lms for me to come plot to you thru tumblr im's / you can just ping me at my discord!
APPLICATION
BIOGRAPHY
PERSONALITY
WANTED PLOTS
DISCORD : i am a mushroom! 🍄#9146
intro.
— ✹ HEED THE MURMUR ! The Halls of Sparta welcome ( THESEUS ) the ( EXILE ) of ( MYCENAE ). The bards tell us they are approaching ( thirty-one years ) and strike a likeness to ( JAMES NORTON ). Their deeds precede them in the world of men — praised to be ( witty, charming, unorthodox, and ingenious ) but ( manipulative, self-seeking, sly, and ruthless ) in their worst hour. When they enter a quiet room, shadows of ( white-knuckled fists clawing at a chance for glory and immortality, blood-stained hands reaching for some sort of absolution (salvation?) and finding only air, & the weight of creating a legacy pressing down one one’s shoulders ) spring forward. Their opinion of the upcoming marriage is an ( enterprising ) one. Their purpose at the Spartan court falls in line with ( cementing his place in the halls of heroes and his rank in the minds of men ).
summary.
you know his name: slayer of the minotaur, doer of six labours ( only half as much as heracles, but it’s hard out here in the hero world! besides, he did it first smh! ), owner of a ship that may or may not be the same he set sail out on, and son of the king of athens and also son of poseidon.
the last part’s confusing, isn’t it? the simple solution is: don’t think about it too hard. he doesn’t—and look at where he is now!
well, where he is now is nothing of note, because he’s been exiled from — hm, everywhere. trying to abduct both a daughter of zeus and an olympian would do that to you.
but now he’s back, baby!
2 theseus 2 furious: die hard with a vengeance!
this might seem shitposty, but that is genuinely it lmfao
— ✹ HEED THE MURMUR ! The Halls of Sparta welcome ( HADES ) the ( GOD ) of ( THE UNDERWORLD ). The bards tell us they are ( IMMORTAL ) and strike a likeness to ( DAVID GANDY ). Their deeds precede them in the world — extoled to be ( stoic, clear-minded, sharp ) yet ( uncaring, detached, reclusive ) in their worst hour. When they enter a quiet room, shadows of ( a cold so sharp it cuts through flesh through to bone ; aged, immovable stone, unweathered through the millennia ; a darkness unlike any other, a vacuum that swallows all light, all life ) spring forward. Their opinion about the marriage contest is a ( neutral ) one. Their purpose at the Spartan court falls in line with ( the desire to spectate human and godly squabbles ).
Hellooooo ✨ I’m Aubrey, I’m 21 (turning 22 in a few days), I’m from the Philippines, I’m addicted to Stardew Valley, and I’m currently studying law! (Which is, not gonna lie, what most of my whining is going to be about 😴). Hit me up on Discord (emperor constant teen#3635) for plots! 💕
PLOT POINTS
A mere spectator in this contest; a mere spectator to the events that threaten to unfold. What little he cares for mortal squabbles, and even for godly ones. (The latter has, unfortunately, the tendency to demand for his participation, but for as long as he can he will resist.) He has no favor or disfavor for either side, and for almost all respects he will choose inaction. It is not until he himself, or his personal interests are threatened, that Hades will rise towards action. And there is one, of course, one interest that could sway him, one so crucial — his dearest Persephone. If she were threatened, then Hades would himself unbalance order and chaos, would raze the World and bring upon it the Underworld.
Hades will resist for as long as he can, but godly blood threatens to flood, and it will bleed past the world of which he cares so little to threaten the harmony of all that exists. There is a balance, a natural order, and Hades will work towards the ends that maintain such order. Hera is the natural order; the natural ruler, which, like he, remains unseen. He will stand beside the goddess and bring the force of the Underworld behind him — and there will be no one to show mercy to those who dare tread against him.
Vengeance holds no place in the Underworld, nor is Hades a vengeful God, and yet one mortal’s acts have stirred up fiery anger from the pits of his being: the demigod, Theseus, and his attempt to kidnap the goddess Persephone — an insult to his sovereign, an insult to the very nature of godliness. Whilst the mortal Pirithous continues to serve his eternal punishment, the demigod had escaped from the Underworld and the rightful punishment which had been meted to him. Whilst his saviour lies beyond Hades’s reach, granted, of all things, immortality, there are ways to bring suffering to the mortal realm. There is a price to pay by the two demigods, and Hades has come to collect these debts.
If they are a God, where do their true loyalties lie and for what reason ?
This world is not his. He does not detest it, but his presence within it is abhorrent to all that is natural, abhorrent to the very order of the cosmos. This world is not his, and yet he steps upon it in the form of a mortal and lets godly gaze set sight upon the petty squabbles of the mortals (and, lest it be forgotten, of the gods). He sees the bright light of the sun and its reflection upon the seas that disappear to the horizon, the rich foliage of the forest and the sweet fruits and delicate flowers that blossom upon their branches, the creatures that roam upon dry land, their hearts beating in their chests, and mortals, mortals and their tools that separate them from every other living creature; the scent of war abounds thick in the air, a static so scattered, so enthused to be inflamed, there need only be the final strike of the flint. Nothing here is his, nothing here belongs to him — nothing here begets his loyalty.
The tides shift, seasons pass, the world crumbles into dust and entire peoples are slaughtered and born and each is nothing more than a drop in the ocean. Every battle, every war — every shift in allegiance, every act of goodwill, every act of treachery: there was only one ending. Each mortal flesh with its fears and dreams and hopes, each and every arduous journey has one destination: by the hand of his brother Hermes they shall come to him. And so what did it matter, to whom the discordant Helen goes now? In the end, she will go to him.
He had not chosen what he was, did not choose the realm which he ruled. And yet it is what it is, and it is what always will be. It is his duty, it is his sovereign, it is his invisible realm that cannot be transcended, not even by the Gods.
Where else would his loyalties lie?
There is no need to mask the truth. The words slip slowly, disinterestedly, obviously from his lips: “Always and forever to the Underworld.”
