Myths among us.

[Ravenloft]

It is modern day and the world grinds on in its normal patterns. But there is a layer of reality where the myths of old struggle to be remembered… If not worshiped. A myth that is forgotten dies, simply fades away along with the last held memories of them.

-Thor sets on a bar stool grumbling over the watered ale and talking to no-one in particular about how the ale back where he came from could nock 9 oxen to their knees as he mops his brow and eats the free pretzels at the bar counter.

-Ishtar, the Babylonian/Assyrian Mother Goddess, Goddess of love, and of war takes to the cat walk of a strip club as hundreds of sweaty, raucous men toss single after single her way.

-Bastet, Egyptian mythology, the sacred cat is the animal incarnation of the goddess Bast. She was the protector of women and childbirth, as well as a loving goddess who enjoyed music and dance. Laying curled up in a dark alley she dreams of a time when she was more than she is now. It is a bittersweet dream as she knows it will end but she takes join in it while it lasts. Waking, she casts about before she hunts for food. She hasn’t the heart to toy with it though and simply eats quickly and quietly. Her ears perk forward: Someone is praying to her. A young woman, her cat hit by a car. It was still alive but beyond hope of survival. Bast lowers her head as she wills its pain away letting it meet its end quickly. The effort tires her as she sets down in the cold alley, fighting a sob.

OOC: Thats just a taste of how the thread should go. Any mythology you want to pull a god or goddess from is perfectly fine.

[Edited by Ravenloft on 01-04-2001 at 10:26 PM]

 

[Triatic]

Dionysius sighed and looked into a pilsner glass, watching his distorted reflection. Seemed like it was only yesterday, he reflected...runnin' about in the forest wearing nothing but grape vines, having mad celebrations with nymphs and satyrs...good times, good times.

"Hey, Dougie! How' bout anotha beer?"

At least he still had work, which was more than he could say for some gods.

Dionysius - or Doug Sirius, as he was known this time around - filled the glass with draft and slid it down the bar, scooping up the change spilled by ale-clumsy hands. He owned his own bar, called Lost Olympus - just his little joke. He doubted there was enough belief left to let it even exist any more.

Bastard didn't tip me, he thought idly. Have to remember to give that guy one hell of a hangover if I'm feeling up to it.

If I'm feeling up to it...he had to laugh at himself. He got by not too badly - the occasional rush of worship still found its way to him. There were plenty of people who loved the gifts of the vine, and the madness they brought...and sometimes, just every once in a while, one of the old regulars from a few years back would stumble in, dying for a drink. And then they's see ol' Doug's smiling face, and he'd be pouring them their usual after so many years. It was belief, of a sort, and he made the most of it.

He sat back, stretching his long, slender arms. He didn't look remotely greek any more - he'd been stuck in his current fair-haired, lanky body since Prohibition hit. He'd been slumming in Ireland at the time, and never really got back up to speed after that.

Still, Dionysius ol' kid, he told himself, no sense complaining. Coulda ended like Bast. Or Loki. He shivered, despite the warmth of his bar. Come to think of it, I haven't seen hide nor hair of another divine bein' for ages. Might besome sorta omen, that.

Dionysius shook his head, simutaneously shaking off his glum mood. He had never been one for introspection, and his grim memories of the bright past were soon forgotten.

There were always more glasses to fill, after all.

 

[Stranger]

Loki-the god of pizza delivery

As drove along on his moped towards his latest drop off point Loki reflected that the worse thing about being a God ,even one as worn out as him, was that you had no one to pray to. Climbing off his moped he carried the boxes of pizza's up to the house. Still at least he was no longer bound to a rock with a snake spitting in his eye and that bitch of a wife harping on. He handed over the pizza's to the banal American family too stupid to cook for themselves. Of course they didnt really see him, he was still God of triclery, and people only saw what he wanted them to. In this case a totally average pizza delivery guy.

 

[Cryo]

I am Perthro, the God of Luck. I do not abide by the guiding hand of fate, for I am that hand myself. My Pagen origin sais little about my power.




(I hope this is good. I also want to do the god of Ice, but I forget her name)

 

[starkweather]

anubus the god of imbalming

Anubus: this what mortals call a bar is it not? thsi chould be intresting. ( anubus entres the bar and finds a dark corner to sit in. anubus looks like a 9 ft jakel, dressed in a deep blue color robe; however, for this occasion he will morph himself to look like a normal human)
Anubus: hmm waht to drink...maybe the ale, or the whiskey, or the peach snoops...hmmm or maybe the(pause for a moment)yes thats it i willl have a budwiser.

 

[Ravenloft]

Bastet:

After a few hours Bast stood, still feeling weak and somewhat empty. Her body was that of a human females but her head was feline. She didn't even have enough energy to make herself look normal, or what the people of this time think of as normal. It looked like she would be stuck to the alleys and the darkness again. Even though she could not be killed in the manner of mortals she didn't want to risk being locked up or anything. Moving slowly and with as much grace as she could she peeked out onto the street, keeping well hidden.

 

[intriguess]

Muses

As belief worn thin, each of the nine great muses of the arts and sciences became weak. They finally drew straws to determine who would be the last. As each weakened too much the merged their identity into that one muse so that inspiration might live on.

Within me lay my sister's gifts, and I no longer remembered what area I originally governed over. Now I was Calliope the muse of epic poetry, Clio of history, Euterpe of lyric poetry, Melpomene of tragedy, Terpsichore of choral songs and the dance, Erato of love poetry, Polyhymnia of sacred poetry, Urania of astronomy, and Thalia of comedy.

I was all of these great women at the same time. In my current guise I was a songwriter/ performer. Performing anywhere I could.

Lucky that musicians and artists still prayed to me for inspiration.

Tonight I was at a bar, Lost Olympus, the name struck me and looking into the place it did remind me of home. My name was Lia and the guitar case I was carrying held the only thing precious to me.

 

[Angelus]

Thor

I stood behind the bar and watched everyone as they walked into my place "The Thunder's Hammer" and grumbled. It wasn't that long ago that everyone used to be scared of me and now all I was was the owner of a bar. What a great existence I had, I used to be able to hurl lightning bolts and change the weather on a whim but now if I tried anything remotely close to that then I would almost kill myself.

 

[Cryo]

Perthrto

Perthro stepped into a bar. There was no randomness to this bar. The guiding hand of fate guided her here (which means she guided herself here). Inside she found many other gods of cultures past, weakened by the dissaray of the world, Huddled over a glass of Beer or wine. She knew all of them, as she has taken forms in every culture throughout history. Perthro decided to play a hand at Thors table.
Stepping over, she said "Hello big guy. Care for a game of cards?"
Thor looked over at the woman, and scoffed. "Don't you know I am the mighty god Thor? I do not play with such peasantries as you"
Perthro them spoke with a childs voice "Peasentry is not chosen by the peasents of old"
Perthro then spoke with a Wiches voice "Peasantry is chosen my the watchers who see them not"
Perthro then spoke with a crones voice "Will you let yourself be blinded into peasentry"

Thor Looked at her in sudden recognition. "THe three fates. My you've taken a good look for yourself."
"The three fates was my way of scaring people into acceptin their destinies as I set them. So how about that game of cards?" Perthro is today known as Lady luck, and as such is the most believed in deity shy of that fake one from Buddism, christanism, and Judeism. Cards were her favorite pastime. THe only thing untouched in the cousmos by her guiding hand were card games she participated it.

 

[Angelus]

"I guess that one hand is alright. Just as long as I don't lose my bar," Thor said, looking at Perthro.

Perthro smiled at him before she dealt the cards and watched the look on Thor's face.

Thor looked at them again and said, "These have to be the worst cards that I have ever gotten in a game. My luck must be extremely bad."

 

[Morgoth]

Mars, or Mark Aret, as he was known, walked into his favorite bar, the Lost Olympus. He was a colonel of the army and worked for low everything. Once, he would have been leading the hordes of soldiers at America's battlestations and would be able to kill a mortal with a flick of his fingers, but now he just settled for a regiment and an M16. "Hey Dougie, give me the usual, whiskey", he said, throwing him a few bucks and a tip. When Dougie reached over to give him the drink, Mark whispered to him,"Hey, how are your followers doing?"

 

[Stranger]

Loki parked his moped and walked into the Lost Olympus, throwing aside his pizza delivery jacket and hoping the family enjoyed the extra chillis he'd added to their pizza's. He still had a little power left and would continue to so long as pranksters whispered a brief prayer before starting a trick. He walked to the bar and spoke to Dougie "a butterscotch shake with a three rum chasers"

 

[Ravenloft]

Bastet:

As she watched the people move past the alley she hid in, Bast let herself feel the ebb and flow of her strength. The tide she so naturaly floated on. One new mother cried out for her birth pains to stop. Another mother beamed as she watched her child take its first steps. The pain she had contiously eased in the cat only three hours passed was now balanced out by another cat marking its aged owners chin. It always seemed she held a balance. Sighing inwardly she knew it was better than not existing. It began to rain, and for a moment she wondered if it was really a natural rain or one brought about by another god. It suited her mood for the moment... She tucked her arms about her chest and hunched down a little to let the rain roll off her back. In moments she was soaked, her fur clinging close to her body, seeming to cut her mass in half. She did wear a torn and dirty coat though, and it had a hood. She drew it over her head. It hid her face fairly well, unless someone crouched down and looked up they would not be able to see her face. She went out onto the street, cold, wet and fearful of being seen, she stepped out onto the sidewalk. She walked along as quickly as she could while keeping her head down. She could not risk anyone seeing her face at the moment.

 

[Dani B]

Artemis...

She couldn't help but remember the good old days when she hunted down men who hurt her animals and had Amazons worshipping her. Now she was lucky to get the occasional feminist. Man, she missed the old days.

How things can change. She went from "Virgin Huntress" and "Goddess of wild things" to just another stressed out, underpaid, and overworked employee. Some things never change though. She was still trying to comfort pregnant women and young girls; she became Gynecologist and now works in an understaffed, impoverished office; furthermore, she still loved animals, owning a wide array of pampered pets. Now if she could only she could change the virgin part...

(OOC: Hope this is okay. It's my first time posting on the board, and I decided to go with something I know.)

[Edited by Dani B on 01-07-2001 at 04:25 PM]

 

[Moneytalks]

Ishtar...

... wiggled her hips provocotavely which seemed to please the men watching no end. She did a little shimmey and smiled as she leaned forward to pick up the singles being thrown her way. This gave the men throwing the notes an uninterupted view of her cleavage which was perfection itself. The mindless thumping of the music in the background was not in itself inspiring but it was a good show none-the-less. Finally her set was over and with a wiggle, a wave and a blown kiss to her audience she left the catwalk. She covered up her golden bikini with a matching golden wrap and slipped her dainty feet into golden sandles before finding herself and empty stool at the bar.

"Dougie darlin'! A chocolate malt thanx sweetie!" She smiled the smile which could lead people to war, turn people into love-sick fools, or convince people they were protected of both. She sighed and unwrapped a small lollypop which she popped into her mouth. Sucking thoughtfully she bemoaned the fickleness of mortals. Her powers significantly reduced and all but gone were it not for a few new wave women starting up witchcraft again, reading from books which mentioned her name.

She sighed again as Dougie passed her her drink. Removing the lollypop from her mouth she took a sip and sighed a little bit happier now. Thank goodness for chocolate she thought.

 

[Morgoth]

Mars turned around to see a beautiful woman. He din't know she was the stripper. He walked over and seated himself close to her. Both of them feeling immortality and a little amount of War in each other. "Ishtar, is it not. Babylonian, I think? I was Mars, Roman", he said, shaking her hand. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asks.

 

[Stranger]

He shoots , he scores and its one nil to the trickster god

Seeing his chance for some mischeif Loki pulls a live goldfish from his pockat and sneaked up until he had a perfect shot at the front of Ishtar's dress. With an expert flip of his wrist he sent the slimy wet fish arcing high into the air, its golden scales shimmering in the light as it reached the top of its trajectory before plummeting down to slither wetly down the front of Ishtar's dress and between the beautifully firm globes of her breasts. Loki immediately adopted a horrified face and stared at Thor "Thor how could you do that to that lovely lady" he chuckled as he slipped back to let the mayhem start, all the time thinking 'I'd love to be that fish'

 

[Morgoth]

Mars stood up and stared hard at Thor. "Bastard, you have insulted her honor. You will pay for it, you pervert. You wanna take it outside?" he asked, looking at Thor. Suddenly he punched Loki and grabbed him by the frock of his shirt. "Okay, little man, I saw you throw the fish. You want to apologize to the nice godess?" he asked, a malignant look in his eye.

OOC: I don't think fighting should take up Mars's power.

 

[Stranger]

OOC: I'm a trickster god I'm an expert at getting away with things like this and you really shouldnt have spotted me, not only am I good your a war god and as people know war is stupid. Still I'll play like this

IC: Loki squirmed and wriggled in Mar's hold,Mars tried desperately to hold onto him. By some bizarre redefining of certain important Spatial laws Mars ended up tying himself up into an extremely painful knot that he would require assistance to escape from. Dusting himself off Loki walked over to Ishtar and boldly stuck his hand down her dress to regain his fish. Pulling it out he gave Ishtar his most disarming smile and said "sorry they were too goood a target" he squeezed them for emphasis and moved away down the bar

 

[Triatic]

Dionysius leaned forward, helping Mars to his feet. There was something of a dangerous glint in his eyes, and he hissed in a low voice,

"Hey, Mark. In case you hadn't noticed, there's mortals here, and THEY'RE my followers...such as they are. I don't go round and get your men drunk while they're doing drill - don't start fights in my bar. Got it?"

Untwisting the last of the implausibly placed limbs, his experssion softened.

"Look, I don't like him any more than you do, Mars, but keep your head, okay? He's a trickster. You ain't gonna beat him by punching him in the head any more than you could put out the fires of Hades by pissing on 'em. Try to keep yer head, yeah?"

He walked back behind the bar, slinging out drinks with the ease of a natural bartender, pausing to pass Ishtar another chocolate malt.

"On the house, hon. Sorry about the boys - looks like they're feelin' their cheerios tonight."

Smiling a lazy grin, he turned, nodding a greeting at the young lady with the guitar walking into the bar - had they met somewhere? She looked a little familiar...ah, well.

He sighed, shaking his head. It was funny, really, he thought, pouring himself a very strong drink. We all used to be on top, and now we're more slaves to what we represent than the masters. Ah, well. Gods will be gods.

He threw back the drink in a single gulp and poured another. It was probably going to be a long night.

 

[Neale]

Sweet muse-ic

Oghma, Celtic god of knowledge, the binder, patron of all bards, enters the Lost Olympus. He appears as an aged man, with a long, flowing, silvery-white beard, and longish silvery-white hair. His movements suggest a steadiness and a hidden strength not normal to one of his apparent age.

He steps through the dim, smoky bar, seeking the source of the wonderous music he has heard. Just finishing her set, the Muse steps down from the tiny stage. He walks up to her.

"Ah, I really should have known. Getting old, I guess. How are you, lady Muse? Still getting the occasional call for inspiration? Your own music tonight was, of course, divine. Pity that I am the patron of all bards, not just the good ones. You wouldn't believe how much pathetic dreck I have had inflicted on me these days."

 

[intriguess]

Lia the muses

OOC query is there one bar? or two Lost Olympus and Hammer and Axe?

IC

I smiled and greeted him, and subdued my godly aura. I was supposed to be undetectable even to my fellow gods. and how in world did he know who i was from such little information? it irked me even as i enjoyed meeting another such as myself.

 

[Angelus]

OOC: I think that it would be best it there was one, would cut down on all the confusion.... all I want to do is own the thing though.

IC: Thor walked behind the bar, a smile on his face. He had actually seen Loki get caught at something and almost get his head punched in. He was actually glad that he had been around to see that, it was actually a perk of an otherwise crappy day. First of all there was the robbery, then he lost a game of cards- which hardly ever happened to him. He looked around and said to himself, "What else is going to happen to me."

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Damn! I think I like Loki! though the way I read it When Mars was talking about Loki being caught by the coller it was Thor... Was that what you were trying to say? If it was the guy playing Thor might take issue. Nothing more anoying than having your character controled by another player. If it wasn't then Strangers point has a bit of validity to me. I like how he rolled with it though! Superb!

IC:
Bastet:

Shuffling along, her feet raw and wet from the cold rough ground Bast found her way to a bar. Her eyes burning and her flesh chilled, she walked in, her gait unstable at best. Almost instantly she felt the presence of other gods and it brightened her mood considerably. It was like a crackling energy to her own dimmed light and she took comfort in it. She looked quite like a street rat, a drowned one at that but she would have a seat until she was hassled. And if she was lucky they would pay her no mind. She kept her hood on and he coat tightly about her as she layed her hands limply onto the table top. There was a candle lit and burning brightly. She cupped her hands about its glass housing and drew the mild warmth of it to warm her hands, smiling as the light flickered slightly.

 

[Dani B]

Artemis...

She was free for the day! She really hated being cooped up indoors, but it was part of her job. It's not often she felt like the Goddess she used to be, but being a Doctor brought back some of those feelings. Although helping those women give life was a reward in itself, it did make her feel like a God to hold a new life in her hands. Now if only she could include her love of nature in her practice? Maybe one day she'll set up a practice in the middle of the woods? With the way many people wanted to go back to basics, that idea just might be a keeper.

Artemis was still a bit lost in her thoughts while she walked down the almost quiet street. The buildings were quite familiar, but she never really paid much attention to any of the names. One of them just happened to catch her eye. Some place called the 'Lost Olympus.' She could do nothing but stop and stare at the place. For some strange reason it seemed to be calling to her, but that was silly. Maybe it was the name? Maybe it was the memories it brought back? Whatever it was, she decided a little investigation wouldn't hurt...