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Atara Raven · (10-20-2024)

High upon that mountain of Gods, Olympus, the daughters of Themis had convened. Thread in hand, three sisters, whose sigil was the Dove, had looked down upon the world and wove into their tapestry that the destiny of men would be settled by war once more. Like the days of old when titan and God had clashed, when new sovereign's were allotted the different dominions of men, when one was charged to sit above them all.

The carnage from which the daughter of tides of was born.
Risen from the foam of a raging sea,
The Caretaker of vanity's looking glass,
Laughter Loving Aphrodite.

Just as it was before, the water of the earth's seas had been stirred into a raging tempest and threw those ships captained by a few brave souls high and nigh. If the wrath of the ocean was not enough, they too had to contend with each other. The desire for eternal glory and the promise of paradise forcing them to be at the throats of the other. It was all out war and as men do in war they would have to turn friends, look for allies, and invoke their gods to see them through.

Like the Great Flood, the impious would perish,
Noah and his ark would reach paradise,
But not without aid.
Not without the Amalgamation of Raven of Dove.

The Spinner, The Alotted, and The Inevitable, the daughters of Themis had watched. They had woven. They had decided. A Pirate King. A Champion of Men the Universe Over. He would find paradise and waiting for him there would be that goddess born of the raging sea.

The Goddess.

The Incarnation of Aphrodite

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