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Mephistophelily

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Xena gave a frustrated sigh, blowing the hair from her eyes as she dredged back out from the caverns, her chestplate (as well as the rest of her) coated in blood as she dragged a hydra head along behind her. Gods she hated dealing with those things... They made such a terrible mess, and the stench lingered for weeks. She'd be pulling hydra bits out of places for days, now.

"That won't be bothering you any more." She tossed the head before the feet of the gathered crowd of curious villagers, one of the men giving a shriek as he saw it. She gave him a sharp glare. "Its DEAD. Not going to hurt you now.." Her words were blunt, but there was still a smirk on her face.

"How can we repay you, warrior? There is dinars and treasures back in our village, please, let us-"

She shook her head. "What I could really use... is a bath, and my sword sharpened. Some food would be great as well." She kicked a few pieces of hydra off from her boot, frowning at it. "And a good strong drink."

Hours later, her "payment" received in full, she was back on the path to Athens. Side tasks were something to keep her mind occupied, her reflexes to their full strength... and way to keep herself from growing bored. The occasional beast, a thief or two with too sticky a set of hands... She asked for trivial things in return. She did not wish to take what was sparce to these people. She had done that enough in her past.
Argo gave a distressed neigh as they approached the bridge, Xena giving her a gentle tap on the side. "Easy now. Its not as bad as it looks... You can get across there," She jumped down, taking the reins in her hand and easing the horse onto the bridge. "See? slow and steady..."
 
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Aphrodite

Aprodite was tired of her husband. She needed to find someone else to help her have her fun. She was a beauty, long blonde hair, emerald eyes, a body that all were envious of. Surely there was someone to keep her busy, at least for a little while.

She always tired of men. None ever seemed to keep her happy long enough. Maybe it was because she was vain and had a bad temper. One can never be sure. There had to be someone that could handle her.

She would just have to look a little bit harder she thought. Harder, that was a good word to use, she could use something hard right at that moment.
 
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enter Dionysos

As Xena was trying to get her horse to cross the stream, a youthful man walking the same road came up behind her. Like most greeks, he had dark hair and an olive complexion. He was dressed in simple leathers, and carried a walking staff, freshly cut, there were some vines still attached to it, as well as a few pinecones. There was a twinkle in his eye, as if he was in on some private joke, and a permanent grin on his face, as if every moment in life was exceptionally pleasant. There were a few goats following him with wine skins bundled on their backs. Goats weren't anyone's first choice for a pack animal, but these seemed docile enough.

The man stopped and watched Xena attempt to coerce her horse. He decided she needed a hand and approached to a decent talking distance. The sword at her side made it perfectly clear that caution was advisable.

"Hello there! I am Lenaeus, and I couldn't help but notice your having trouble with your horse. Would you like a hand?"
 
Xena peered around the front of Argo, seeing the young man grinning at her...
And his goats. Lots of 'em.
"She's just spooked. Maybe if she saw how well your goats cross it, it will calm her." She inched Argo back, nodding to Lenaeus. "She never has trusted bridges like that. I suppose after crossing so many that have fallen through, she's developed a bit of a fear."
She held out her hand. "My name is Xena... and this is Argo."
 
Apollo had been watching Xena for several days now. She had fought admirably against the Hydra, and refused the type of payment she had asked for when she was a feared warrior. He wondered if she had finally loosed herself from the control of Ares. He also wondered if she knew the truth about herself. He grinned at that thought, then followed her to the bridge at a safe distance. Then he saw a rather familiar looking figure. He couldn't figure out why the guy looked familiar though. But that was a lot of goats he saw. This was even more amusing. He moved in closer, keeping himself well hidden.

OOC: (shouldn't it be Bacchus? as in Bacchanaal?)
 
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Autolycus.

Damned people. Run him out he owned half the town. Well land, Well deeds, Well not owned Aquired. Autolycus hated when peole caught onto hi schemes. it was rare that anyone saw through the haze of doublespeak and flim-flam the king of thieves was so good at, but ocasionally.

"Oh well. Who wants to own a crummy village anyway. Athens that's where I need to be. Or sparta. Some Big City to really rake my fingers through. Not sit in some silly chair in straw hut because I have the biggest pile of manure in the village. " Autolycus cussed hismelf out. The country life. Bah. Who even liked the country. Not him. Damn it all. Now he needed something to steal. But what?

OOC: And this is the point Where I have to think up something for him to do. which is proving the hardest of all. I mean How many times can he steal a really REALLY big gem?
 
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Apollo had been watching Xena for several days now. She had fought admirably against the Hydra, and refused the type of payment she had asked for when she was a feared warrior. He wondered if she had finally loosed herself from the control of Ares. He also wondered if she knew the truth about herself. He grinned at that thought, then followed her to the bridge at a safe distance. That was he saw the unmistakable Dionysis. This was even more amusing. He moved in closer, keeping himself well hidden.

OOC: (shouldn't it be Bacchus? as in Bacchanaal?)
OOC: Only if this were Roman.
 
Xena? Where had Leneaus heard that name before? It definately sounded familiar. Was she family? She could be family. He had a rather large family.

He clasped his hand around her wrist, greeting her in the method of the Medes. He smiled as he released his grip and looked at the horse, diagnosing it.

"Well, I'm better with goats myself, but have you considered a prayer to Posiedon?" Leneaus nodded to the lead goat and it lead the other goats across the bridge, stopping on the otherside and waiting for him. He turned back to the warrior princess.

"On the road to Athens aye? The great Dionysia starts tomorrow, and that's one festival I never miss. You must be looking forward to it. Its said even Athena comes to toast her younger brother in her city, though I doubt she'd participate in the orgies what with being a virgin and all." He smiled at her, for all appearances a simple goatherder obsessed with the gods and looking forward to an excuse to get drunk and debauch.
 
The festival. She had forgotten all about it.. This would certainly make things interesting, to say the least.
"I might take a few drinks," She admitted, watching the bridge creak and sway beneath he and his herd. No wonder Argo had been so spooked- even she had her doubts on the thing now. Still, she couldn't let the horse see that.
"C'mon girl," She muttered, tugging the horse along. A few hsitant steps, and they were headed across.
"Ah- Thanks. For the help." She gave him a glance. "If you'd like, I could walk with you to the city. It's probably full of a few sneaky and slightly drunk hands right now."
 
Leneaus grinned at Xena, his calming hand on Argo's neck as they crossed the bridge. She really did look familiar, though he couldn't place her. He'd ask Dad next time he went home, if he remembered, Dad kept track of things like that.

"Well, you are far better armed then me, and it is fitting to be heading to Athens with a female warrior. I'll make you a deal, you protect me and my goats and I'll let you partake in my wine. Aged to perfection, it is a wine fit for the gods themselves! What do you say to that?"
 
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