forum The Mouthpiece of the Gods // OxO // Closed

Started February 25, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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“How are you today?” the king asked.

“The gods are quite well, sire.” the mouthpiece of the gods replied calmly.

“No, I…I wasn’t asking about the gods. I mean you.” the king studied the mouthpiece.

The mouthpiece blinked slowly. “I do not understand, sire.”

“I’m glad that the gods are well, but…what about you?”

“I am as the gods, sire. There is no difference.”

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The Mouthpiece of the Gods is an honorable thing to be, a post chosen for only one in a generation. They are the mortal host of the Gods, their mind inextricably linked with the Gods. They serve as the Gods’ mouthpiece, speaking for the Gods to mortals, or from mortals to the Gods. The Mouthpiece has no name, has no identity outside of being a vessel for the divine. The Mouthpiece is only important for what they carry, what they communicate. Not for who they are. They are bound by a series of strict rules, and indeed, cannot really think for themselves outside of what the Gods feel or wish.

The current Mouthpiece is masculine, and still rather young. He is like any other Mouthpiece. But the king? Ah, the king is different. He speaks to the Mouthpiece sometimes in a strange way. As if the Mouthpiece were any other person. He expects the Mouthpiece to behave like a normal person, to express opinions and thoughts and feelings that are…not from the Gods. It is blasphemy, and the Mouthpiece…the Mouthpiece is confused, and at the same time…the Mouthpiece craves these conversations, these things that are not meant for the Gods that the Mouthpiece hosts, but instead for the Mouthpiece himself.

Little by little, the king begins to draw out the real Mouthpiece, to create a Mouthpiece divided into two parts: the real, human man, and the Mouthpiece. The human part of him begins to fall in love, even as the Gods begin to rumble with anger at this blasphemy towards them, towards the vessel consecrated as theirs alone.

Then, disaster.

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Hello! So, this is yet another RP. The culture of the country above is based loosely on Ancient Egypt and Ancient Greece, and I would like that to be kept in mind during character creation. This will be a romance and fantasy/Historical RP (historical only in its roots; it does not take place in our world for obvious reasons).

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Rules:

• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s rules apply
• This will be descriptive, four sentence minimum
• This will have dark, mature themes, along with blood and cussing
• Steamy scenes will be taken to PMs
• I reserve the right to say no

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Templates will be posted after someone joins!

(It's not that good but here…

"Just wondering," Kelton answered, wondering what had made him want to punch Ben so badly. He didn't do anything to Piper or him, yet he just wanted to knock the living daylights out of the guy. Is something wrong with him? Was he turning into his mother? So many questions floated around his in his head, making him feel like his head was going to burst open or something. The realization dawned on him after a few moments. This, this was the feeling all those countless books he read had described. Love. That's what it was called. Everything made sense now. All those countless nights he had spent crying, waiting and hoping that Piper would appear, or he would wake up and it was all just a bad dream.)

Name:
Nicknames:
Titles:
Gender and sexuality:
Age: (between 18 and 24)
Looks:
Typical clothing:
Other:

Name: Ari Rizone (Ar-EE REE-zone)
Nicknames:
Titles: Mouthpiece of the Gods
Gender and sexuality: Male, gay
Age: 18
Looks: Looks Ari is rather small, heightwise, at only 5’5”. He is slim, with a lithe, lean body shape. His hair is typically kept back in braids or a ponytail. His eyes are a strange, brilliant green with golden flecks, colored this way because of his proximity with the Gods. His body has a few scars, and he has a light tan.
Typical clothing: The ceremonial clothing of the Mouthpiece; a draping, loose garment that is usually decorated with strands of gold, along with other assorted jewelry. Will sometimes change clothing or jewelry depending on which god is being channelled more heavily.
Other: No one, including Ari, knows what his name is. He is only known as the Mouthpiece.

(Okay then, just wondering)

Name: Sam Evans
Nicknames: Sammy
Titles: King
Gender and sexuality: Male and Pan
Age: 19
Looks: Sam is around 5'7 with a pale, lanky body. His hair is usually kept in a neat side part and his green eyes usually show tiredness. Even though, everything else he does suggests power and grace.
Typical clothing: He usually wears a long toga that's neat and crisp along with sandals, though he has been spotted with bare feet.
Other: He had recently been crowned as King so he's kind of new

(Is he okay?)

(yeah sure!)

The Mouthpiece of the Gods was not quite sure where he was supposed to be right now. He hadn't been summoned for anything, and the priests didn't need him…so what was he supposed to do? Currently, he simply stood in the gardens, looking out at the fish pond carefully. If he just wished for it, he could hear the gods voices as they spoke to each other, and could even address questions to them, which of course they would answer. But there were no questions, so he had no purpose.

(Thanks!)

Sam groaned softly at the sheer amount of people crowded outside the hallway, knowing he'd have to talk to all of them, and he really hated talking to people. But, he adjusted his robes before opening the door and smiling at the person in front, letting them in before closing the door again. "So, what do you have to offer?" He asked, taking his seat and studying the female. She looked neat and composed, so she probably had some sort of power. She took out a giant piece of paper and flattened it after turning it his way. "A lot, sire, you see, we were wondering if we could use some of the flat land down south for a spa."

(np!)

The Mouthpiece let out a slow breath, reaching up to tuck back a wayward strand of brown hair. His hair was currently back in an intricate braid, strands of gold braided through it. A layered gold necklet hung about his neck, and his robes were of a dove grey, the embroidery shining golden as it caught the light. He did not know what to do now, as he was not needed anywhere.

Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes and smiled kindly. "And tell me, why would be need another spa?" He asked, pretending to look surprised.

The woman became flustered at the question. "Well, your Highness, t-there's a lot of women t-that wanted this…" She stuttered out like no tomorrow, gathering enough courage to smile at him.

Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking at the woman. "Listen, do you understand how much more freedom you have than other Greek women? They can't vote, own land, or do anything except side inside and take care of their children." He was trying his best not to explode over her, it wasn't her fault and he didn't want to upset her. It was just that there were a dozen or so women that had wanted him to build a spa for them, all with the same reasoning.

He ran a hand over the top of his head, sighing softly. Perhaps he had best go inside and see if there was anything he needed to do? Yes, that was probably a good idea. He headed inside, the long robes swishing softly as he walked. He didn't disturb the king, instead walking through the passageways quietly.

The woman nodded, lowering her head. "I-I'm sorry, your Highness."

Sam sighed softy after realizing what he had just done. "Look, I don't want you guys to stop coming or anything, just suggest something other than spas, please." He replied, glancing at the blueprint. "I can't help but say, that is beautiful architecture."

He sighed softly, adjusting the robe. One of the priests stopped him, asking a few questions about the gods and such. The Mouthpiece answered each question carefully, making sure not to offend either the gods or the priest. He knew better than to dare to fuck up.

She looked up at him hopefully. "Really? You like it?"

Sam nodded, a smile on his face. "Absolutely."

"Ooh! We could make a library with the structure!" She squealed, her eyes lighting up.

Sam nodded again. "That sounds great, you can take the flat land near the school." And with that, she was gone while smiling happily.

Soon, another person came in, a man dressed in all white with some rather extra accessories. "What do you have to offer?"

The priest continued to inquire after the gods. After their health, after their will. If there was anything they desired that the priest could accomplish for them. The Mouthpiece continued to answer each question, eyes flickering slightly as he channeled the gods words and ideas.

"Your Highness, I can offer everything you could ask fo–" The man said, glancing at Sam with a weird gleam in his eyes.

"Just get to the point." Sam waved his hand, glancing at him.

"But, your Highness, I can offer you everything, even your loved ones," He asked, standing up and walking over to Sam.

Sam had stiffened a little, the only loved ones he had were dead. "What do you mean?"

"You see," The man started, grabbing the arm chairs that Sasm was sitting in and leaning in. "I'm a rather…important person…you see, I make deals for Thatanos and Keres."

The priest finally bowed, and hurried off. The Mouthpiece watched the priest go, feeling the dull ache behind his eyes that always accompanied a chat with the gods. It was a strain on a mortal body, to be harnessed by the god's powers. It drained the Mouthpiece every time, as it had drained the Mouthpiece's before, and would drain the ones that came after.

"And why exactly should I believe you?" Sam asked, raising an naturally arched eyebrow.

The male rolled his eyes. "You want proof?" He asked, rolling his sleeves up, revealing black marks and signs all over his arms. Sam could definitely tell they were marks from the gods of death.

Sam sighed. "Fine, what do you even want from me? You wouldn't casually go around offering to resurrect people."

The Mouthpiece frowned a little as the gods whispered in his mind of someone else who was god-touched, who was talking to the King right now. Who could wreak havoc. He started heading towards where he knew the king was granting audience, if only to see who this other person was.

"Smart," The male muttered, studying Sam. "Well, let's get to the point. I need the Mouthpiece for a day." He demanded, rolling his sleeves back down.

Sam got up, looking angry. "No! You're not going to have him!"