Here in the twilight before the shattering of our greatest works, will you fight beside us once more? Or will you die in the dark?
With the Old Gods
So many stories and echoes of things of power, people and places and times lost in the shadows and waves of history's advance. Where did they go? Who did they truly become? Were they ever really real?
Can you feel it in the air? In the water? In the soil beneath your bare and human feet? They never left. They were here long before you gave them names and titles. They persisted, changed, grew and adapted as you stepped ever further forward. They stand among you now.
Mankind's oldest powers face a familiar choice. Here in the twilight before the shattering of our greatest works, will you fight beside us once more? Or will you die in the dark?
Die in the dark? Who the hell do you think we are?
Let them come. We will reach to the heavens and tear out their throats.
Though no longer substantial, I shall rise to the challenge and bring the hunt and moon to bear.
I was growing bored, and my lance acheing with hunger for the blood of true divinity. Bring it, and I will stunt on these fools.
My fire shall scorch the earth and sky and free us from their tyranny.
Beneath the heel of my authority, shadow shall rise, the earth shall buck, and the dead will tremble. We who have lived beneath a million sunrises know the tides that shift beneath our feet. It is time to retake our place.
Main Storyline
A legend yet untold.
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by DrBleep
You who walk the path of the rising sun scorn the gifts and hospitality I provide, bite the hand that gifts you grace and friendship with fire and steel.
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Death to the GOC Arc
On the Rails
by DrBleep
"I heard she killed an entire platoon of US soldiers with an eraser. A fucking eraser," Wong hisses, eyes widening as shadows approach their table.
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A Legend yet to be Written
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Preparing for War Arc
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by DrBleep
There are things that dwell in the old places of the world, etched and rubbed out of the memories of mankind. Things of power, always changing and shifting and rebranding.
In Valencia, you will find something special and deeply strange.
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Swallowed by a Prideful Lesbian Sea
by DrBleep
Betrayal by a friend and confidant. Ambush, theatrics, and motherfucking battleships.
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Medea Filicidium
by DrBleep
A tale of broken love being mended, growth and restitution. Emotion, revenge. Two things are true.
Jason of Argos must fucking die.
Beasts will storm the Library.
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Snow Queen
All magic, all power comes with a cost. Shards of this mirror? They twist your reality. Distort the truth to what it thinks you want to see. Promises fucking futures and places that will never be.
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Cat Got Your Tongue
Carissa manages to find herself in quite the conceptual pickle — and who is dispatched to help? None other than our beloved Dr. Heather Garrison!
Will the lesbians be able to put their differences aside and work together to find a solution? Obviously, they both love women.
A crossover with Forgotten Memories has never been so fun and flirty.
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Love Across a Nonbinary Spectrum
by DrBleep
A devastating story of trans identity in a life that does everything it can to work against you. A story of connection, pain, and finding mutual support, new friends, softness and acceptance in places you never would have dreamed.
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The Lion the Sun Witch and the Warlock
by DrBleep
The witch upon her throne leans forwards, dominating the scene in a flowing gown of purple, blue, and gold, hair radiant with the fire of the sun and brown of the earth.
Myths carried on the tides
Among the epics lie softer, subtler tales of people and places. Though we are old, though we weigh heavy in concept and consciousness, we too spend softness and gentle hands living amongst you. These stories deserve to be told as much as any other.
Slow Pride Filled Life
by DrBleep
Amidst the chaos, we all live and breathe. Gods and Legends are no different.
Welcome to Legend
With the Old Gods is a tale series exploring a world of themes and stories based around Gods and Heros of myth, often in the context of the modern world. These stories range from deep examinations of how these mythic inspirations change and grow over the ages as time and technology marches forward, personal stories about love and growth and finding companionship in the world, and big, bombastic set-piece adventures.
This is not a canon, but a tale series set within a larger setting. The main plotline of this series is closed to contribution without previous permission, but DrBleep is more than willing to hear out ideas for new pieces.
The current starting point of the series is On the Rails, though this is not the true starting point of the story.
The Core Cast
Carissa Decimus
Divine Authority: Teleportation/Portals, The Hunt, Healing/Disease, Moonlight.
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"We're going to drag Jason from his fucking palace and skin him alive."
Her eyes were wild, yellow, and slit like a cat's. Dangerous. Indiscriminate and violent, filled with the fire of a life lived surviving by the skin of one's teeth. Ears, pert and twisting this way and that, fluffy and feline, emerged from the wilderness of her thick maroon curls. The thing that was tilting her head drew away, a long tail ending in a tuft of fur.
Lesbian and powerful archer of legend, Carissa is a force of nature on the battlefield with her ability to teleport herself and most projectiles anywhere she or they need to be. Angry, constantly embittered and furious at her past. An incredible polymath with the patience of a saint in the field, but the temperament of a honey badger and patience of a goldfish in social situations. She will do anything to secure a better life for Medea, her one and truest love.
Medea of Colchis
Divine Authority: Magic, Witchcraft, Sorcery, Borders and Liminal Spaces.
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"You never loved me. You loved the idea of the power I brought you."
A woman with sylvan ears, brown hair with purple tips, and bright lilac eyes. Arcane robes flow around her, glimmering with fading symbols.
The sorceress of legend who brought Jason of Argos to glory and fame, and then snatched it all away again when he betrayed her. Cunning, brilliantly intelligent and aloof, Medea's strategems and plans are infamous for their multi-layered contingencies. Viciously sadistic, bloodthirsty, and murderous. Medea measures no end to the lengths and cruelty she will go to in order to secure her goals. History has taught her that a light hand ends in death. Yet in the midst of this jagged blade is a woman madly in love with her huntress, deeply curious about the world and magic. A woman who would do anything to secure their future together, and go to the ends of the universe in pursuit of greater knowledge.
Forbidden from the deepest sections of the Library for a crime no one quite understood, she seeks new and darker ways to secure a solution to a condition left behind by her traitorous former husband.
Artemis
Divine Authority: Nature, The Hunt, Healing/Disease, Moonlight.
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"Is that really all you wanted, kitten? There are so many interesting combinations you could have tried. Oh wait, here’s something fun."
Her hair flames green, a crown of deer antlers rising around her skull, framed by a wreath of flowers decorated with slivers of half-moons. Pink eyes with silver and green sheens look upon the target. Dressed in very finely tanned skins and leathers, skin kissed by the sun and the moon into a beautiful shade of olive.
Goddess of the hunt, of childbirth, and mistress of the Moon. Artemis was once known as a lone wolf, a solitary divinity who preferred the bounds of the forests, the twilight of crescent moons and fireflies. Aloof, distant, and anti-social, near the end of the Age of Gods she sacrificed nearly everything to secure a future and legacy in a rapidly changing world. Now she exists as but a shadow of herself… but with time and companionship, she has grown mischievous and teasing within her host.
Abigail Im-Immaru
Divine Authority: Light, The Heavens, Justice, Mobile War, and Lustful Love.
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"Would you walk through the front door, fill out thirty forms, and screw around for a month while some pissant behind a desk stamped your forms in triplicate?"
A woman with deeply olive-toned skin and mahogany eyes watches him. A pair of aviator sunglasses perch atop the brown strands of hair. Jeans and chunky sneakers, and a muscle shirt. Her skin constantly shifts with strands of curving light, moving and twirling in the form of intricate tattoos. Her jaw and cheeks are all sharp angles, sculpted.
The Beast of Nature Inanna in the flesh.
Charismatic, intensely flirty, good natured and extraverted, Abigail is a menace in social situations, always quick to banter and crack jokes at the expense of serious situations to raise the mood. Slow to anger, but quick to escalate. Abigail is easily bored, and even more so in the modern mundanity of the greater world; where there are few opportunities to really flex her muscles. Extremely protective of her family, especially her slightly younger sibling, morally righteous, and yet silver tongued. Abigail defaults to diplomacy but backs it up with indiscriminate force when the need arises.
Bearer of titles, and a Beast of Nature, should she so wish, Abigail could bring the world to heel. It is primarily boredom, and a disinterest in upending the good life she and her sibling have built that she remains content with current circumstances.
Aleah Im-Immaru
Divine Authority: Light, The Sun, Justice, Defensive War, Romantic Love.
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"It's ok to cry. It's ok to cry about what you've lost, who you've lost, what you've missed, and what you'll have going forward."
Standing before his gaze is a doppelganger, a near identical being to Abigail, but with fewer lines on their face, and a denser build. His eyes scan them, the skirt, the lace top and wedge boots.
The Beast of Nature Ishtar incarnate.
Shy, quiet, and keeps to herself. At the same time, charismatic in a gentler, more subtle way than her sister. Friendly, and fiercely loyal, morally righteous and deeply committed to protecting people and especially her family. Down to earth, and extremely close with her sister.
Aleah is driven to causes in ways that her sister is often not. In lieu of Abigail's preference to play with any potential opposition, Aleah brings to bear incredible force, seeking quick resolution to conflict at the expense of anything being left of her opponents.
Dr. Emily Kurr
Divine Authority: The Dead, Darkness, The Earth, Nightmares.
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One of many names, but a blip in a life longer than one can truly remember.
Her hair gleams in the ambient light, maroon and dripping down her frame like blood, contrasting the piercing blue of her flame-like eyes. She wears gleaming golden armor that covers most of her upper body, and leg-guards that protect much of her legs.
The right arm is severed at the shoulder joint, replaced with a prosthetic of blackened human arm bones.
Dr. Kurr is quiet and distant, solitary and almost insistent on setting the board of machinations by herself. Deeply compassionate and concerned about the people of Valencia, she is an incredibly serious woman who brooks no nonsense except from those who she's closest to. Simultaneously a guardian and a reaper of reckoning, the path she follows is one that is not often brought into the light but impacts all around her. Though she will never admit it to anyone but Dr. Sarkis, she takes a deep pleasure in inspiring fear in those who stand against her, and sometimes even those who stand with her.
The Beast of Nature Ereshkigal. Unmatched on the field.