Fatherofgodsandmen-blog - Bow Before The Father Of Gods & Men

There is a reason for the thunder and I will not dismiss it simply because it upsets you.

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Well isn’t it Zeus!

…Make the thunder go away. 

He responded with a smile as well, "indeed it has been. You look stunning, as always."

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Macha sensed that another deity was near, and she turned around, recognising his face. “Zeus. It has been quite some time.” she said, a smile on her lips.

Temple of Olympian Zeus by scott-k on Flickr.

Somewhat peeved, he crossed his arms and looked at her, "And just why are you speaking to your Father in that tone?"

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So it’s time to show up now? Nice one.

"Was it not you, yourself that chose your faith? You make it seem as if I had exiled you to rule the Underworld when it was your own hand that picked your faith."

The ruler of the Olympians eyed his brother, not budging and standing in place. Showing that he has no fear of the other and if a fight were to break out, the others would quickly show up to protect their Father.

He stopped, as if considering his brother’s request, before simply replying with, “No.”

 He paced before Zeus slowly, his ashen robes flowing over the gleaming floors of Olympus. Everything on Olympus was gleaming and pristine and he was decaying and decrepit.

 ”I sought only to see my old home. You expect to lock me in that prison of a kingdom and not miss the very mountain I was raised?”

"We all have things for which we are willing to make exceptions for. I'm sure you can find it in your heart to release her from your entrapment." Just because he was ready, didn't mean he would attack his own without any real reason. Zeus is well aware that Hades and Persephone are now married and past the abduction but the sense of betrayal remains within Zeus' heart.

"What business do you seek on Olympus? You should have called Hermes instead of making an unwanted appearance."

 ”And yet your daughter was the one who ate the fruit of the Underwold, binding her there. Or does that fact slip the mind of the almighty Zeus?”

He was pushing him, his very voice taunting Zeus to take action against him.

Zeus mildly smiled in return, he motioned for the young man to stop as he, himself crossed his arms and looked at the younger. "I've been doing well. What about you?"

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Iacchos smiled politely at his father and walked forward to him. “Hello Father”, said the younger God. “How do you fare?”

Alright, so after creating this blog with the influence of my friends I thought I should create a multi-listing for Gods and mythological roleplay blogs. If you're interested in joining please send a message so I can add you to the masterlist. 

PS. I need to finish some things before replying to you guys but for the meantime, hello!

Just what are we? A multi-listing of independent roleplayers of the religious and mythological sort!

What are we doing? We wish to help better expose you and your roleplay blog to the others within tumblr to help line up your interests.

Who are we looking for? The roleplayers taking on characters that aren’t of the tumblr norm. There are few of us religious and/or mythological roleplayers, so why not join together and have some fun?!

Interested in joining? All you need to do is shoot us a message from your roleplay blog!

He was quite impressed by the kindness the artist had shown. It was more than he was expecting and the man had even offered the little of the clean water he had to the beggar who had stopped by without notice, claimed to be Jupiter and asked for water of all things.

Hearing about the wine, however, caused him to crack into a smile. With a small motion of his hand, he took the water and had refilled the empty water jugs located in the other room as a means of thanks.

"You had mentioned that you are an artist, signore? Mind sharing any of your recent pieces?" He took a sip of the water before taking the seat that had been offered to him before. Wandering eyes glanced around the room in hopes of seeing just the next greatest masterpiece.

“Certainly, hold on just one moment. You may come in if you like while I try to find some available. My workshop has plenty of paints, but little food and water I am afraid.” He beckons for the man to come inside, closing the door behind him as he tries to think to himself where he put any glasses he may have had. 

“Feel free to have a seat if you are tired,” he said as he made his way over to a cupboard, finding one small cup available and dusting it off. He left the man alone temporarily as he went into another room, and soon came back with a half full cup of water, handing it to him gently. 

“Mi dispiace, I do not have much clean water available here. Most of the water is used for cleaning and preparations. For the most part there is just wine stored away.”