Aquamarine_ze_dragon

Aquamarine_ze_dragon t1_jarcz3f wrote

Reply to [WP]"Halt, foul beast! You shall threaten this town no longer!" Yelled the hero, drawing their blade, an ancient artefact that glowed and became razor sharp in the presence of evil.. except it wasn't only not glowing, but dulled as the hero pointed it at the 8' tall man-wolf huddled in the corner by Zagreus7777

"Why isn't it glowing?"

"Please don't kill me, I keep to myself and have not once gone into your town; I just want to live by myself and collect chickens." The beast whined with fear, odd.

"What are you talking about, you've been taking sheep, and there's at least three children missing because of you."

"You have the wrong person, I'm just a peaceful hermit. Also what were you talking about with your glowing sword, that thing is dull as a rock, I'd get it checked out by a blacksmith.

"But this is the place the old man with screams coming from his old cellar told me to come. Wait, he was the one..." Great, I messed up bad.

"You have to be the dumbest adventurer this side of Riverwood." Deserved.

"Sorry for the intrusion my good sir, I'll be on my way now, here's some gold as payment for the inconvenience." I need to get out of here and back to the old man."

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Aquamarine_ze_dragon t1_j96xsiq wrote

Reply to comment by Meepsicle83 in [WP] God, demigod, guardian--Every time mankind finds you, during a different age, they give you a title representative of your otherworldly power. You aren't getting weaker, yet your title gets diluted each time until finally, a group of humans think you're just a homeless person who needs help. by gymleader_michael

Thanks, this is only my second time writing one of these. Criticism welcome.

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Aquamarine_ze_dragon t1_j94051d wrote

Reply to [WP] God, demigod, guardian--Every time mankind finds you, during a different age, they give you a title representative of your otherworldly power. You aren't getting weaker, yet your title gets diluted each time until finally, a group of humans think you're just a homeless person who needs help. by gymleader_michael

I've been searching, waiting, trying to get my fishing hook back for 500 years. I've tracked it to the Museo di Palazzo Grimani in Venice, but I cannot enter for now. I have other matters to attend to, like this security guard.

"I am not homeless you damned mortal, I am a god!"

"Miss, if you would please leave before I have to escort you out with force."

"I will turn you into an insect where you stand, get out of my way."

"Hey lady," A boy no older than 16 dares to yell, " You're ruining the vibe of this place."

He comes over to me and whispers, "Nuasiela, I've got it. Play along."

"You vile boy, fine, I'll leave willingly."

A crowd has formed around us as I walk out the door, just as a small storm is coming my way. I snap and the clouds dissipate with no one batting an eye. Gods it's hard to get mortals to look up.

The "boy" comes up to me with a small grin on his face, "you like my disguise?"

"I don't like anything about you, Marsmoke."

"Well then, we'll just have to wait 500 more, won't we."

"That won't be necessary." I say as I snatch it out of his hand. Finally, my coveted fishhook, the very thing I needed.

I walk into the streets of Venice without another word, becoming one with the early morning mist.

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