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drunkandhorny) wrote2022-06-13 01:18 pm
drunkandhorny) wrote2022-06-13 01:18 pm
snake memshare (heroic)
Pallas travels through a village, spear and shield in hand as people of varying degrees of minotaur-ness peek out of their homes to watch her.
At the end of the path, she reaches a group of tents. She bangs her spear on her shield, demanding that the soldier's commanding officers come out - instead, a hulking hyena-person approaches her, asking why he should listen to a little priestess like her.
She answers by skewering him straight through the heart, before turning to the crowd that has slowly begun to gather around her, and calls out:
Come, faithful warriors of Akroti! We are all people of Minos, and we are not alone! Show these invaders that we are not mere artists and storytellers to be trampled upon and exploited! Light the flames of resistance, and they shall burn hot and fierce!
There's chaotic scuffle afterwards as they charge the encampment, Pallas taking on the bulk of the fighting - and seemingly, the more people watch her fight the stronger she gets and the stronger those who have decided to charge forward with her get too. A sparkling aura of whirling oak leaves and rose petals surrounds her as she heals every wound she takes by bashing another enemy soldier in the head.
At the end of it all, she sits outside the burning encampment, sharing a drink with the others and singing in a language that's like, ?almost Greek?.
At the end of the path, she reaches a group of tents. She bangs her spear on her shield, demanding that the soldier's commanding officers come out - instead, a hulking hyena-person approaches her, asking why he should listen to a little priestess like her.
She answers by skewering him straight through the heart, before turning to the crowd that has slowly begun to gather around her, and calls out:
Come, faithful warriors of Akroti! We are all people of Minos, and we are not alone! Show these invaders that we are not mere artists and storytellers to be trampled upon and exploited! Light the flames of resistance, and they shall burn hot and fierce!
There's chaotic scuffle afterwards as they charge the encampment, Pallas taking on the bulk of the fighting - and seemingly, the more people watch her fight the stronger she gets and the stronger those who have decided to charge forward with her get too. A sparkling aura of whirling oak leaves and rose petals surrounds her as she heals every wound she takes by bashing another enemy soldier in the head.
At the end of it all, she sits outside the burning encampment, sharing a drink with the others and singing in a language that's like, ?almost Greek?.