As dawn trails its rosy fingers across the sky, Peleus' son Achilles sets out aboard a fisherman's boat across the wine-dark sea. When he heard news of the fearsome beasts terrorizing the waves, he did not hesitate to come forth as a volunteer. The gods of this land brought him here for a purpose, which daily he seeks to understand — moreover, his life is already forfeit, his death decided by Fate, the day drawing nearer with every breath. To one such as him, the taste of fear is all but forgotten.
"Take courage!" swift-footed Achilles says, laying a strong hand on his comrade's shoulder. "These beasts that have conquered the cutting waves and struck terror in every fisherman's breast, we shall conquer them in like."
So speaking, a pulse of energy warms under his palm. As when a man imbibes wine, and the sweet buzz of it sinks into his blood, so too does this energy move through Achilles' companion. Rather than dulls the senses, however, it sharpens them.
Back in the Primary Settlement, Achilles joins in the preparations for Winifred's funeral with all the solemnity demanded of such a noble sacrifice. Into the forest he journeys, armed not with the bow and spear he favors for hunting, but with an ax, with which he shall hew the sacred wood for Winifred's pyre.
He holds his tongue as he treads the trail, for such silence seems only proper when he approaches the sacred trees of the gods. But in his throat hums a dirge, and in his mind the story of the late Head of the Council forms.
task 1: leviathans
"Take courage!" swift-footed Achilles says, laying a strong hand on his comrade's shoulder. "These beasts that have conquered the cutting waves and struck terror in every fisherman's breast, we shall conquer them in like."
So speaking, a pulse of energy warms under his palm. As when a man imbibes wine, and the sweet buzz of it sinks into his blood, so too does this energy move through Achilles' companion. Rather than dulls the senses, however, it sharpens them.
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cw: sharkman tries to eat the giant squid
cw: uh, squid hunting
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musing on too-young military losses; gross cutting up of squid?
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task 2: funeral preparations
He holds his tongue as he treads the trail, for such silence seems only proper when he approaches the sacred trees of the gods. But in his throat hums a dirge, and in his mind the story of the late Head of the Council forms.
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