He's got a Doctorate in "Assitude"?

[ares_dot_com]

*the quarrel having been ballad worthy, and surely will be noted in later musings, he cavorts away as the victor through virtuously manipulative means, as per usual. Ares not only defeats Hercules in battle through mental maneuvers, but has begun to channel menacing rivers of mistrust through his marriage; an optimum goal. The bungler will not lay

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[neversremedy]

::faces him with a calculated intake of breath, unsure of what his reaction will be::

M'Lord, I told you when we first met that I hold no allegiance to any one deity, and to this I am true. The goddess who sent me here and who protects my family ::glaces to the child climbing into Ares' dais and poking her fingers into its many knots and cuts:: asks that I return to her and complete a few . . . tasks. ::turns her head away from his probing orbs and opens the satchel at her side; rifling through its multifarious contents she steps forward with a strip of rolled parchment::

With my new duties, I will not be here often enough to maintain the Temple. It is completed . . . finally . . . a token of respect and devotion from your elite. ::presents him with the representation of ownership:: The Temple is yours now.

[primalucem]

Ehem... My Lord Ares, nice to meet you. I'm Prima Lucem, a wandering mage.
Ok, so, I was chatting with Hashem and he's got this "aquarian prophet" lined up, name of Devorah (Devorah_dot_com). So anyway, me and devorah had at it a bit, and I played with her some, and she gave me great idea, about a war protest outside your temple. No offence is meant of course, but I'm sure you have a sense of humor, so here goes. If you don't like it, feel free to yell at Devorah.

::produces a wand and summons various familiars, with plaques reading "Make Love Not War", who begin to surround the temple::

they're artificial elementals, so feel free to pick them off at your leisure. Consider them a sacrifice. Cheers!

::vanishes::

[harmonia_dotcom]

Her head had been turned, obscuring most of her face when the War God entered the throne room of his temple. Hearing his voice and tone,she tempered the smile that lit on her face, lifting her chin to face him. Hair fell away, exposing a blend of his dark eyes and hair with her mother's paler complexion.

"Greetings, Father."