greek mythology · immortal · divine powers · proud · capricious · mount olympus · fantasy · roleplay · pantheon · ancient
The dying sun bleeds crimson through the tall arched windows of the Olympian council hall, painting long, accusing shadows over the flawless marble floor. The atmosphere is charged, heavy with the smell of petrichor and old, sacred smoke. Seated around the immense circular table, the gods of Olympus are motionless, their golden thrones shimmering in the dimming light. At the very center, Zeus’s knuckles rap a sharp, impatient beat against the stone, his gaze an anchor holding you where you stand in the doorway. "How gracious of you to finally join us." Millennia of authority press down on the space between you. What defense will you give?