Athene wasn't much one for armor anymore. Things had changed, times had changed, and wars were distant and impersonal - armor was so much less often needed
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Three sets of eyes watch her, evaluating. There are whispers within the hovering clouds around them and the sisters hiss back. When they speak, they speak as one; one voice rumbling and echoing of the damned of Hades.
"The ties between the Old and the New lie shaken. Our will has been defied. Our power mocked. The Lord of War is a Lord of Dishonour far worse than his purpose allows. He has guided his fate into our hands. But those who helped him...."
The Furaie look at Athene meaningfully, the relationship between them is one of bargaining and wills.
Athene spoke slowly and deliberately, as though every word were being measured.
"I must admit to you, Furiae, the matter between yourselves and Lord War is not unknown to me, although there are certain details to which I have chosen not to be privy, out of respect for both you and him. In regard to those who helped him, perhaps this situation is best explained to me before I speak on it."
"A collar was placed on Ares Enyalios. A mark of his transgression against the House of Youth and Heros. A mark only the Lady Hebe could erase. A reminder of the cost of his pride. It has been removed."
The three sisters are slowly fading into the dimness around them. Moving from distinct personalities to a cloud of Dirae - the living curses, Praxidikai - they who exact punishments. They are a storm of red eyes and claws and vengeful hunger.
"You are Old, Pallas. You have felt the chipping, the wear, the whispers that degrade and attempt to deminish. For you alone might we stay our hand against the ignorant and thus hold back the Old Ways of punishment for all. If those who assisted in this affont did so unwittingly, their punishment is yours to decide. We would have you seek their identities and learn the truth for yourself."
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"The ties between the Old and the New lie shaken. Our will has been defied. Our power mocked. The Lord of War is a Lord of Dishonour far worse than his purpose allows. He has guided his fate into our hands. But those who helped him...."
The Furaie look at Athene meaningfully, the relationship between them is one of bargaining and wills.
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"I must admit to you, Furiae, the matter between yourselves and Lord War is not unknown to me, although there are certain details to which I have chosen not to be privy, out of respect for both you and him. In regard to those who helped him, perhaps this situation is best explained to me before I speak on it."
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The three sisters are slowly fading into the dimness around them. Moving from distinct personalities to a cloud of Dirae - the living curses, Praxidikai - they who exact punishments. They are a storm of red eyes and claws and vengeful hunger.
"You are Old, Pallas. You have felt the chipping, the wear, the whispers that degrade and attempt to deminish. For you alone might we stay our hand against the ignorant and thus hold back the Old Ways of punishment for all. If those who assisted in this affont did so unwittingly, their punishment is yours to decide. We would have you seek their identities and learn the truth for yourself."
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