Hercules; The Lion of Olympus (lionofolympus) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2010-12-03 01:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | hercules, tink |
Who: Hercules and Open to Tink
NPCs: Possibly other patrons.
When: July 28th, 894 A.D. (Anciently backdated!)
Where: Gwynedd, a Welsh Successor state that emerged in Post-Roman Britain.
What: Hercules is allowed to return to the realm of men to do battle with a great creature. In so doing, however, he comes across an unexpected ally.
Rating: PG-13 (?)
There was a lot going on in this part of the world, Hercules had noted upon his arrival from Olympus, especially for such a petty kingdom. While he had come in search of a dragon, there were also hoards of Norsemen ravaging the coast and countryside, and he had done righteous battle with a few bands of them, much to his merriment. After laying down a dozen of the viking warriors with solid blows, he had been eagerly welcomed into the tavern that the Norsemen had been in the process of raiding when he had come upon the scene. Mugs of alcohol were thrust into his hands in gratitude, and more than one female eye followed him as he entered the dark exterior. But while he was glad to have been of help, he was not yet in the mood for celebration. He still had a dragon to smite, after all, and only then would he allow himself the contentment of a true victory.
But for now, he would be the good guest.
Downing one of the mugs in his hand, he set it aside and wiped at his beard passively as he took a seat, resting his elbows on the table before him as he looked around. The other men in the establishment were all armed with swords, and some armor. Hercules knew that King Anarawd of Gwynedd had appealed to King Alfred of England for aide against the Norsemen, and guessed that at least a couple of the other men had seen real fighting against the invaders. While Gwynedd had a mountainous terrain that would make it virtually impossible for the Norse to launch any kind of full scale invasion, the raids had been enough to bring the country, and ultimately the King, to his knees. If only his task were not so specific, Hercules would have gladly participated in the actual warfare as he had once done in his mortal life, but Zeus had expressly forbade him from overly exposing his presence on the mortal plane.
Nevermind that he had to do battle with, and destroy a dragon, that mortal men only believed in as myth for the most part. Such were the politics of Olympus, Hercules thought bitterly, as he began at his other mug.