Bah! This is why I never returned to the towns. What tomfoolery...

Tag be the name of my sweet, sweet Little-One...but he's not so little anymore...

*peers between shrubberies*

Up too late, but I'm done! Waiting on final confirm...

turn in

sent

woohoo!

Rain pattered against the two men struggling in the alleyway. One was smallish, almost a boy, dressed in dark robes. The other was huge, wielding an extremely filthy wide-bladed butchers knife. Isaiah could see dirt on the jagged blade as it whistled by. His opponents thrust was deflected an inch f...

Turn submitted.
I think I finally have a plan worked out.

Drum and trumpet music crashed against each other, and the walls of Circus Cassius. Seven tiered seating areas rose above the sandy stadium floor, each more resplendent than the last. The top tier was shaded from the glaring sun and was reserved for nobility and the other upper classes. Hawkers for ...

50:50

The young man quickly bent to the floor and caught a coin rolling off of the sizable pile of gold and silver resting in the center of the table. Nearby was a deck of elaborately designed cards. Across the table sat another man. He was holding a hand of six cards, and looking unhappy about his luck. ...

I thought you would appreciate that particular turn of words, Chime. After all, Gold has no caste. I'm sure we will be doing many profitable dealings in the future. For you, I would think of creation and destruction as one, Antaka. As you say, life begins at touch of death. Fallen leaves decay and l...

True. All things in this universe are subject to entropy, and the ending that it entails. In death, all things are Grey. But before we arrive in the clearing, we each walk the pathway. Some bring creation, others bring destruction. I wonder what you will choose, Antaka. I wonder what I will choose.

I hear many reasons for ways of existence being spoken for and against. To support and enhance those who sacrifice for us, to simply exist in ones element, to spread ones belief. All are worthy pursuits for each of, we, the Gods. But I wonder if there are not more sinister and shrouded presences in ...

Good and evil, Sisters?

I see only chance. With every spin of the wheel, your odds shift; everything could change. With every bed, of the millions he takes, his chances become better and better of finding the bed.

Libidinal wrote: We should indulge ourselves in red wine and swoon into oblivion!
But what is a God of Love for, hm?

In wine; truth.
With all your sweet talking I'd have to keep both eyes on your sleeves, should we ever play at cards.

Nyx, I respect your position and the Mother in me feels the urge to embrace you and soothe away your pain with my Mother's voice. But, I am sure I would be wrong in doing so, as your darkness and pain are part of your essence. Am I correct? There is in all of us the possibility of change. Each road...

Welcome, and greetings to all who are new-come to the Acropolis! I have spent long lifetimes boring time away, waiting to be released. It is indeed good to dwell in this world again! There are so many chances to take advantage of! Aeon, I'm not going to tell you which is salt and which is sugar! My ...

The light reflected off of the gemstones and precious metals like a technicolor waterfall as they tumbled into the pool. They sank beyond Isaiah’s vision, many heights below the polished stone floor. He turned to his new Master, and bowed low in respect. At Aeon’s word he stood upright, eyes closed....