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Oh My Gods!

Oh My Gods!

A private RPG about two demi-gods, saving the world

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For centuries, stories of mythology have told of the many Gods of the universe and their many moments of might. The stories cover the globe in with different pantheons, parts of time and powers--but they all have one thing in common: mortals. The Gods and Goddesses of every background can't resist our mortal realms, and more often than not, they find themselves entangled and enamored with members of mankind. Sometimes, these entanglements come to fruition in the form of young demi-gods. Half mortal, Half Immortal--this is where our story begins.

Well, one of many. The mortal realm had already received new demi-gods: Percy Jackson,Nico D'Angelo, Carter and Sadie Kane to name a few. But this is not their journey.

Recently, the news began to crop up with strange "natural" disasters on our mortal plain. They caused great loss of life and great destruction. Man took notice. Some people (the religious ones anyway) believed "God" was angry. Gods took notice too. These disasters did not seem to be so natural to them. They seemed...familiar. But they were not angry--this was not their doing. But the question became, whose doing was this?

It wasn't long before the Gods and Goddesses noticed a relic in their treasury missing--a relic important to ALL pantheons:The ponte mundi A bridge between worlds, used by the Gods to visit the mortal plain had gone missing. With new monsters causing havoc that to mortal eyes looked like "natural" disasters, there was little doubt that the ponte mundi had fallen into the wrong hands. But Gods cannot directly interfere with the mortal realm--so instead, they must turn to their half mortal children for help.

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Character Portrait: Tahra Murphy "Oh great, the Gods can't save us--let's send two regular people instead! That makes sense."
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Aaron followed Tahra down the hall. Not that he had a choice. But he said nothing. It was comforting in the middle of their sudden urgency to get out of the hotel. His heart was beating fast and hard, it felt like it was about to pop out of his chest. That was partially due to the adrenaline and partly due to the fact that he had been suddenly woken up and his heartrate forced up.

There was something eerily creepy about the hotel lobby. Not only because it was night and there weren’t any people. No, it was something else. Something that made the hair’s on Aaron’s neck stand. He had never believed in things like the sixth sense, but then again a while ago he hadn’t believed in ancient gods.

Aaron followed along as Tahra tugged his hand. She hadn’t let it go since she had first grabbed it. He didn’t mind that she was the one guiding them out of here. At least one of them had a plan. At the same time, he scouted every inch of the rooms they passed through, eyes peeled and ears strained to hear even the faintest thing. But all he knew despite all his efforts was that something felt strange.

When they approached the emergency exit, he felt his heart settle back somewhere in his chest. They were nearly out. That was until the room seemed to explode. They were showered with glass and the ground seemed to shake. Even before he saw him, Aaron knew who it was. Aaron could smell him. When he spoke, it shook as it resonated in his chest. Fenrir’s voice rang in his head and it was ferocious and hungry, his malice and cunning was in his eyes and Aaron could do nothing stare for a moment.

He discovered that Tahra had moved over to him. Aaron produced the raven’s feather and spoke it’s name. Aaron held out the spear in front of him, ready to strike should the need arise.

“I’m okay.” Aaron said reassuringly. “As if one giant wolf isn’t enough.” He added, looking from Fenrir to the fiery wolf.

How they were going to make it out of this one, he wasn’t sure. Time seemed to stand still for a second as he thought. The fiery wolf seemed like it contemplated challenging Fenrir.

“You don’t have a huge bucket of water and a giant wolf snare on you, do you?” He put his body close to hers, making sure they stuck together as they eyed the two wolves.

Aaron followed Tahra down the hall. Not that he had a choice. But he said nothing. It was comforting in the middle of their sudden urgency to get out of the hotel. His heart was beating fast and hard, it felt like it was about to pop out of his chest. That was partially due to the adrenaline and partly due to the fact that he had been suddenly woken up and his heartrate forced up.
There was something eerily creepy about the hotel lobby. Not only because it was night and there weren’t any people. No, it was something else. Something that made the hair’s on Aaron’s neck stand. He had never believed in things like the sixth sense, but then again a while ago he hadn’t believed in ancient gods.

Aaron followed along as Tahra tugged his hand. She hadn’t let it go since she had first grabbed it. He didn’t mind that she was the one guiding them out of here. At least one of them had a plan. At the same time, he scouted every inch of the rooms they passed through, eyes peeled and ears strained to hear even the faintest thing. But all he knew despite all his efforts was that something felt strange.

When they approached the emergency exit, he felt his heart settle back somewhere in his chest. They were nearly out. That was until the room seemed to explode. They were showered with glass and the ground seemed to shake. Even before he saw him, Aaron knew who it was. Aaron could smell him. When he spoke, it shook as it resonated in his chest. Fenrir’s voice rang in his head and it was ferocious and hungry, his malice and cunning was in his eyes and Aaron could do nothing stare for a moment.
He discovered that Tahra had moved over to him. Aaron produced the raven’s feather and spoke it’s name. Aaron held out the spear in front of him, ready to strike should the need arise.

“I’m okay.” Aaron said reassuringly. “As if one giant wolf isn’t enough.” He added, looking from Fenrir to the fiery wolf.

How they were going to make it out of this one, he wasn’t sure. Time seemed to stand still for a second as he thought. The fiery wolf seemed like it contemplated challenging Fenrir.

“You don’t have a huge bucket of water and a giant wolf snare on you, do you?” He put his body close to hers, making sure they stuck together as they eyed the two wolves.

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Tahra felt her mouth go dry with fear and she knew she was trembling. Thankfully, Aaron chose that moment to press his back against hers. It was infinately more reassuring. The trembling lessened and she leaned back against him gently, making an effort to still her racing heart.

She gave a small, loud, exhale through her nose at Aaron's joking question. It was a ghost of a laugh, too anxious to really chuckle. But something he said did strike a chord. Water.

Tahra's eyes darted around the room until she found what she was looking for, behind the partially destroyed bar. A fire alarm pull and an extinguisher. If she managed to run past Fenrir without being eaten, then she could pull the alarm, probably set off some sprinklers..maybe use the extinguisher as an improvised weapon?

The question was...how to distract two demonic wolves? And how, without being overheard, did she Express her idea to Aaron?

"The building has passed its fire code inspection..." Tahra murmured trying to get him to follow her gaze. She tried to think, because hopefully, the water would douse one problem..Gwylligi...but Fenrir probably wouldn't be taken down by a bit of indoor rain.

"Do you think he plays fetch?" She whispered to Aaron, indicating Fenrir with a shake of her head. Gwyllgi was still growling and approaching, each step melting the glass on the floor like liquid magma. Or...was it just drooling liquid magma? "I'm not very good with dogs here..."

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The seconds that passed seemed like eternities in themselves, but there were not. Aaron's mind and heart were racing so fast that time seemed to slow. It wan't pleasant in any way. It made him acutely aware of his own fear. Only the fact that he could feel her body close to his seemed to still the fear slightly.

"What?" He hissed, utterly confused. Aaron didn't know what she was talking about, and it seemed very out of place in their current situation. Something in the back of his head made him stop and consider what she had just said. He looked at her and then followed her eyes. They lit up as he realized what she was trying to make him understand. "Gotcha." He half whispered.

Aaron also realized that she would need a distraction. He hesitated before making up his mind. "Don't let them see you." He said and gave Tahra a gentle push in the direction of the fire alarm pull and the extinguisher. Here goes nothing...

He used the few moments the wolves were distracted, to give Tahra a head start. Then Aaron stepped forward in front of the two monstrous beasts. He trembled, but gripped his spear tighter and found courage.

"Hey! Mutts!" He started, sounding more confident than he thought he would have. "You," Aaron pointed his spear at Gwylligi and made a face. "Do you really think you're a match for him? Fenrir? Come on." Aaron turned to Fenrir. "And you... Not nearly as mighty as I thought. The rumours weren't true it seems, but apparently the smell increases with size." He waved a hand in front of his nose and shook his head. "The real question, however, is why you are here? I mean, you didn't think you'd catch us now, did you? 'Cause if you think you've got us...." He scoffed and shook his head again. "You're so wrong I can't believe it.."

Aaron sounded confident, but if one of the wolves lunged at him, he was going to be dead for sure. He hoped that Tahra would make it in time and afford them enough distraction to get out of there. Aaron made sure that not one of the two wolves' movements went unnoticed as he gripped his weapon, hoping that he could take one of them with him, if this was the hour of his death.

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Tahra grinned as Aaron connected the dots. Charging forward as her distraction. Bravely. Stupidly. She would thank him later somehow. If later wasn't them being dead..

At Aaron's mocking, both wolves snarled loudly. Baring teeth. One crackling like a burning house.

Then, a sound like...laughter? Fenrir's great shoulders bobbed as he cackled.

"I can smell your fear...little one...even from here. You are already caught. Gwylligi has blocked your escape and I will eat you in one gulp if you try to run." Fenrir growled, seeming pleased with himself. Gwyllgi seemed to echo Fenrir's pleasure. Howling in a crackling way.

Tahra swallowed hard and grit her teeth. Now or never. She dashed toward the half destroyed bar to the left of the wolves. Throwing herself into the fire alarm pull just as the wolves heads whipped around. Catching her sudden and rather ungrateful motion. Glass crunched under her shoes and her fingers nearly slipped from the metal alarm pulled from the nervous sweat. It clicked heavily and for a second, a horrifying second...nothing happened. Perhaps the alarm was broken or disconnected in the crashing in of the ceiling?

Then the alarm screamed overhead. Blue and white lights spun across the room as emergency lighting took effect. There was a resounding click as all the fire sprinklers started, spewing water into the room below from the parts of the ceiling that hadn't caved. Broken spigots gushed as well. There was a howl of outrage and a hissing sound as smoke began to fill the room. Making her eyes water and sting. Gwyllgi, apparently panicked by the unexpected deluge, charged into the center of the room, seeking escape from the water. Fenrir howled in outrage and turned toward her. Fur matting with water, his eyes burned with hatred.

"Foolish demi god! I will devour you!"

Tahra let go of the alarm pull and dove under the bar remains, just as Fenrir's massive jaws came snapping towards her. Instead, he got a mouthful of drywall and metal. Hands shaking, Tarha fumbled the fire extinguisher loose, pulling the pin. She charged from between the debris of the bat toward the smoking, scratching, Gwyllgi. Screaming as she pulled the trigger. A cloud of foam erupted from the nozzle, coating the fiery wolf's face.

Well, they weren't dead yet...

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The seconds that passed were enough to make him doubt his decision. But Aaron kept his face stern and held the spear tight. He could not falter now. He had come toward the wolves so full of confidence. Or at least it has seemed that way. He caught Tahra dashing and pressing to activate the alarm out of the corner of his eye. It was louder than he had expected it to be.

The water that fell upon all of them caused Gwyllgi's fire to be put out. At the same time it filled the room with smoke. It gave Aaron a bit of cover. He used this to his advantage to move into position just as Fenrir lunged at Tahra. While she charged Gwyllgi with the fire extinguisher, so did Aaron charge forward, driving his spear deep into Fenrir's flesh. The wolf let out an impossibly large growl that seemed to shake Aaron to his very core.

He yanked the spear free and backed off as fast as his feet would let him. He had struck the giant wolf deep enough to make him limp. But it didn't seem to help their situation, it only seemed to make the wolf more dangerous. The desperate, pure rage that had been so clear in Fenrir's eyes before had doubled in ferocity now. This made Aaron's heart sink in his chest. He realized that he had absolutely no idea how to defeat this overwhelming enemy.

"Tahra!" He shouted as loud as he could. She had attacked Gwyllgi with the fire-extinguisher. "We need to get the fuck out!" He pointed with his spear toward the main entrance, which Fenrir had covered before. If they were fast they should be able to make it, but they had not a second to lose.

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The Gwyllgi snarled in outrage, but backed up as it received a face full of extinguisher foam. It smoldered like a hot coal, its body twisting with smoke and embers.

Tahra turned as she heard Aaron shout her name.

"Right! Go!"

Tahra flung the empty extinguisher canister as hard as she could at the giant, now bleeding, Fenrir. It made lucky contact with the soft part of the beast's nose, making him instinctively pull back, snarling in anguish, eyes watering. Tahra snagged Aaron's hand and ran for the exit. Not waiting for either wolf to recover.

They were through the melted remains of the exit door just as the howl of fire truck alarms began to come close. Smoke poured out from the shattered dome, windows and doors of the hotel, and Tahra felt her lungs burning. She wasn't sure if it was from the exertion of running or the smoke. Maybe a combo, but she determinedly kept running, yanking and half dragging Aaron behind her in her fright. She didn't stop until she could no longer smell the smoke. She coughed violently, bent over and gasping...eventually being physically sick from the effort of trying to breathe. She hunched over a sewer grate just in time to not leave a mess on the sidewalk. She spit a few times for good measure, worried that the aftertaste of half drunk beer would make her sick a second time.

"F..fuck... " she eventually managed to gasp. "W..where do we go?" She slowly stood, wiping her mouth on her shirt. Classy. But she was still shaking too hard to worry about how disgusting she must be right now. "Those things..they can track our scent...wolves..." she gasped, holding a stitch in her side. She needed to think. How could they throw wolves off their scent?

Tahra tried to steady her breathing. She watched Aaron carefully, making sure he was ok. "I'm sorry I grabbed you. And dragged you. Are you ok?"

They couldn't stay here long. Once wolves had your scent there was no deterring them. Well..not without pepper...

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