Myths among us.

[starkweather]

a fellow god nearby

as anubus was sipping his beer he suddenly felt starange, as if someone from long ago was here. but who? anubus then began to concentrate more closley on the feeling, it was diffucult at first with all the death going on around him, even though people still practiced the imbalming, it was not for him that they did it any more. as he searched he began to feel weak. The feeling of something familliar was getting stronger. He looked across the bar to a table being used by a lone person. Maybe it was because they came from the same family of sorts but he just knew her. He got up and walked to her table. "Bastet is that you" anubus asked.

[Edited by Ravenloft on 01-09-2001 at 01:03 PM]

 

[Stranger]

Loki walks over to Thor and gives him a friendly grin "did you really think you were going to see me get my come uppance?" He sat down and pulled out a packet of fags and sparked up. turning back to Thor he said "look you've been trying to do that to me for years, you should know the only one who ever got me was Odin when he tied me to that damn rock" his usually grinning face darkens as he thinks back "still the old bastard got his, you know he's now a beggar?" He sucked in a deep cloud of smoke "by the way did you ever find Mjollnar again?"

OOC: thanks for the appreciation

 

[Ravenloft]

Bastet:

Looking up at the speaker Bast nearly jumped. It was a shock that she had been so quickly spotted. Her fur hadn't even had a chance to dry... She just hoped that she would not be thrown out of the bar... "Hello?" She said cautiously as kept her face hidden in the hood she wore tightly. The realization came to her that this man was indeed familiar. He was from her own pantheon. The closest thing to family she had. Though, it was ironic meeting up with the one that was as close to her opposit as possible. "A... Anubus?" She said in a whispering voice.

 

[intriguess]

Muse

OOC well odd enough to have licquor strippers and live music...but hey lord knows what time we're placing this in so.

IC

I pocketed the money I earned that night, I wondered if I should return to more stable work, though performing was always more lively than museum work or library.

"give me a scotch, neat." I tell the familiar bartender as I look around the place. The aura is filled with undercurrent I couldn't quite put my finger on.

 

[Neale]

Oghma
The old god sits down near Lia.

"Ah, Lady Muse, what do you go by these days? I would never have recognized you, with your aura muted, despite my powers of knowledge. Of course, once you sang, you were unmistakable."

He signals the bartender for some Black Label, and turns back to Lia.

"I have a proposition for you, milady. I grow very, very weary of tolerating the terrible blatherskite that passes for music these days. It is enough to make me wish I were the patron of all bars, not bards! Unfortunately, that position is taken." He chuckles. "My powers are fading, like all the other gods. Knowledge is no longer so very important to as many people, and you know all about the state of the bardic arts." A sip from his whiskey goes smoothly down. "This 'internet' business, have you any knowledge of it? So much of it seems to be unknown to humanity, so it is a bit of a mystery to me, too."

He turns his full gaze on Lia, his aged eyes still sparkling with curiousity.

 

[Moneytalks]

Ishtar...

OOC:... [lol]... damn... didn't even get a chance to retaliate!

IC:.. Ishtar smiled her thanks to the bartender. "If there's one thing I understand it's a pair of hands on my chest... still..." she smiled wondering if she should... she tossed her hair over her shoulder and shrugged... why the hell not...

A small glowing ball appeared in her hand and with equally good aim she lobbed it over her shoulder. True to it's trigectory it landed splat on the back of Loki's neck... dissolving instantly.

For the next few minutes he would be a love sick fool fauning over the first person his eyes happened to meet.

She smiled a satisfied smile and sipped her chocolate malt.

[Edited by Moneytalks on 01-09-2001 at 05:34 PM]

 

[starkweather]

metting bastet

"hello bastet, how long has it been," anubus said in a surprised voice. anubus felt it was strange findding a fellow god of egypt here, but none the less enjoyed that some one was finally familler to him in this bar. "can i get you a drink or something, the service here is preety good." anubus looked around the bar to see sevrel old gods in the area, " it feels god to be in the prensce of fellow gods dose it not" anubus paused " well anyway it is good to see you , tellme where have you been all these years"

 

[Ravenloft]

Bastet:

"It has been a bit of time since last we met. A drink would be nice." Bast said in a purring voice. "If you set with me and share one that is." She took her hands off the candle and sat them palm down in front of her. "Yes, just being here brightens my mood considerably. Makes things seem less hopeless." She said as she straitened her posture in her seat. "It hasn't been... Going as well as one would like... You feel it to don't you? Less and less strength every day..." She said with a worried edge to her voice. "But forgive me. That is a most depressing thing to discuss when there is a wonderous cheer to this fine place." She looked about, for the moment forgeting to worry about hiding her appearance, though her hood was still on.

 

[Angelus]

Thor looked at Loki and said, "Yes, I did eventually find her. Would you like me to introduce the two of you again?"
Thor then opened the back door and walked through and when he came back he saw that Loki was gone, "A pity," he said, a large smile on his face, "I would have though he liked scotch."

When he placed the two bottles on the bar he tried hard not to laugh as it wasn't every day that he had gotten the best of the god of mischief and trickery.

 

[Stranger]

OOC: Mjollnar was Thor's hammer

Loki glanced around the bar until his eye was irresistably drawn to Ishtar. Somehow the Trickster god's very nature managed to twist every joke. He ran across the bar and pulled her into his arms and began to kiss her passionately. Between his kissing he announced in a voice very similar to Dean Martin's that he loved her with a passion greater than the moon and stars

 

[Morgoth]

Mark watched Loki with disgust. "Imbecile", he muttered to himself, checking the .35 mill. pistol at his side. He then ordered another round of drinks. Unlike popular belief, not all officers are geezers, he thought to himself, dowining a Scotch.

 

[intriguess]

Lia

"I'm using the name Lia," I take a drink and unwind a little bit. "It's nice to have things named after you, music and museums. Two great things based on moi." I chuckle softly then down the rest of my drink. "The internet is wonderful place. Knowledge of me and mine is wider spread than ever. Musicians seem to use it for sense of community. I actually have all my aspects as chat names. It's amusing to give them inspiration from a far. A lot less draining as well. Simpler to fill in word in the chat room than travelling in the realm of dreams." I pause my soft voice lilting across the room. "what did you wish to know?"

 

[Neale]

Oghma

"Ah, Lia! Lovely name. Haven't really considered a mortal name for myself. Oghma was good enough for millenia, you know?" A puzzled look crosses his face, dimming the twinkle in eyes briefly. "Where was I? Oh, yes. Granted, your Greeks were mighty in their day, as were my Celts, but it seems that my Celts, or at least their culture and music, are becoming once more popular."
"Here is my proposition: One of my primary powers is to know the secret 'true' name of any non-divine entity. I've recently discovered that that power also enables me to know the secret passwords used for anything. I admit it, I don't know anymore how to relate to these mortals, but I still know things!" He cackles with a high laugh. "My worshipers were all bards and wisemen. Not too many of those left. Most of the wisemen are wrapped up in this computer age stuff. With my knowledge and your talents, we could work miracles again!"
Noting the confused look on Lia's face, he pauses, drinks deeply of his whiskey, and continues. "Could you imagine the power a deity could amass through the worship of the myriad mortals active with these computer things? I can tell you the passwords to allow you to enter anyplace controlled by one. Imagine if someone with the bardic gifts you possess were to start communicating with mortals in their innermost secret places! Once, we could tap directly into their minds, but now, we must take other routes. I'd considered trying this through television, to reach even more people, but who would want the worship of couch potatoes?"
The twinkle was back full-force. "What do you think, dear lady? Can we regain what was once lost?"

 

[Stranger]

In his most humerous Cassanova voic he suggested that they "quit this place and go somewhere we can be alone"

 

[intriguess]

Lia

"Sounds complex, passwords are used to protect information usually, not for direct communication. I don't see how such information could be used for anything useful."

 

[Neale]

Oghma, or is it?

"What if you could access any computer anywhere? You could then talk to the mortals through their very own private places again! Once, we could plant thoughts in their heads directly, but our powers have waned. So many mortals pour their very souls out, through their computers. I can help you be there to catch them. Perhaps even put some life into these soulless machines themselves! Please, consider my idea." Oghma stands and stretches, "Now, however, I must be going. Just sing that sweet song again if you want to contact me, or leave a message with the bartender of this fine tavern."
As the large figure of Oghma leaves the tavern, only Bastet's keen ears pick up his muttered curse "Damn! Even I'm being affected by this growing disbelief among mortals. Can't even tempt a little Museling into evil. Sigh. It just ain't easy being the prince of darkness these days. Perhaps I'll change guises, and try again. That ThunderHead might be an easier target..."

 

[intriguess]

Lia

I watched him leave, he seemed very suspicious, i was into inspiring not invading. I lounge against bar and take a look around. I could certainly inspire him.....I lick my lips and walk over to the dark brooding youth in the corner.

 

[Cloudcurse]

Horus

OOC: If this is too late for yet another Egyptian god..? He'll just be in the neighborhood at first, y'all can decide.

IC: Outside a stocky, chestnut-skinned man paced angrily. He, once, had been Horus, proud falcon-god of the Pharoahs, but the wheel of time has turned and he was now a bouncer at a local strip club. HIM! Once he had been revered, worshiped, Pharoah among Pharoahs. Being considered the god of kings gives one a healthy vanity, and Horus was indeed self-possessed. But he was desperate. The life he lived now was constantly eating at him and he wanted, _needed_ to know he was not the only god still living.
Worship in him had always continued in a thready sort of way, by the European medieval falconers, then Mongolian and Siberian eaglers even to the present. And so the need that drew him was more communal (communal! How low could a god fall?) then anything. Anubis and Bast... he could remember them more clearly than ever near that bar. Lost Olympus. Old memories were stirring like groggy fish waking from a millenia-long winter. Olympus was the home of the Roman? no, Greek gods. Horus peered through the window at the varied occupants and blinked.

 

[Stranger]

OOC: is this thread still happening?

 

[Moneytalks]

Ishtar

finished her drink and decided to go out for a meal. She didn't need to eat it was true... but it was an amusing passtime... and mortals did have such a variety of tastes available to them. She tossed her hair and looked down at her outfit. Her brow furrowed slightly and the golden outfit shimmered until she stood in a tight golden skirt and matching tank top. Her sandles becoming stilletto heels. She fluffed her hair and walked out of the place breathing in the air as if tasting it.

She seemed surprised to see the figure standing outside peering in. She looked over Horus carefully. He seemed... godly... but she wasn't really sure. She shrugged inwardly and offered a smile. "Hello... you planning on going in?" She asked. She couldn't quite help herself. He was attractive... she felt her powers of love ignite and it floated about her person like some exotic perfume.

 

[Stranger]

OOC: Moneytalks, you are currently being held by Loki due to your love spell