Posidon’s Inn
It was a warm afternoon, from a time nobody alive today can remember when a youngster with dirty sailor cloths and a little girl with a pretty dress came in a dirty old Inn at the suburbs of Athens, Greece
After a few tankards of wine he was sobbing with his head down the table, the little girl was patting his shoulder to cheer him up but it was no good, after a few minutes he finally raised his head from the table hitting the table with his closed fist he screamed “Athena! May the sea turn into land and land turn into sea again, I curse ya land and ya sons as i curse thee The Most Hypocrite, you who couldn’t hold your own Vows, you had to take it away from me, me love…me heart…for thou couldn’t even kill her The Most Envious, you had to create a beast, now i can’t even look at her Eyes…” he started crying again hitting the table again, and again…and again…
The little girl eyes were big, she was in the verge of crying while pushing the young man’s sleeves “You shouldn’t have to see it, ya old man crying like a little lass…” he fought to fend the tears away while stroking the little girls hair “She’ll never know who you truly are, i swear to the Waves, to the Winds and to the Seas that no warm will be done to thee”
the girl kindly smiled and a happy bark could be heard even though her mouth didn’t move “you better leave, scum of the sea..” in front of them was one of the inn’s guard hand resting upon his sword sheath “your drunkenly ramblings have gone long enough, the people here are getting restless already…” the young man looked around, everybody was staring at him their eyes reinforced what the guard said to them he was just some filthy thing which came from the sea
“Ye squish thing dare to stand before me?!” the guards laugh hit him stronger than steel “I AM THE MIGHT OF THE SEA!” his eyes turned deep blue while a thin mist involved the saloon but what really freak him out was the angry growling which came from the little girl skirt “T-T-The Terror of The Sea…” what happened after this was a carnage that has no place in humans eyes nor ears
Since then only a those with mystic blood running in their veins can see the inn, from those only the brave venture within it, just to find a young man with sailor clothes and his daughter tending an old inn, the smell of wine, ale, rum and spices flowing in the saloon, along with the song of cheerful laughter and dancing songs. The inn acts like a safe heaven for everyone with mystical powers , placed at the edge of time, it’s common for people from all Ages to come in, it’s not unusual at all to see a fearful boy from the 90’s talking with a seasoned Minotaur Commander or a Crusader trying to sweet talk a Dryad, anything from anytime can appear at the Posidon’s Inn
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Poseidon was cleaning a mug while glancing at the empty saloon, all he could see was he daughter with a broom cleaning the place, of course the dress wouldn’t help her and from time to time he could see a chunk of meat disappear under the young girl skirt “ye cursed dogs… ” he muttered to himself, the curse upon her daughter was the most painful thing for him “some scars may never heal…” he started cleaning the counter, it was already clean but he needed to do something to keep his mind away from the drama.
“the terror of the sea they call her, but they don’t know her like i do, such a diligent child she is always trying to be helpful, to be more than…” he clenched his teeth at the thought my little girl is not a monster he looked at the door waiting for someone to come in and take him away from this line of thought
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A door slowly opens as there a man walks in seemingly tired. As if he just woke up. He walks casually. Not seeming to notice or pay mind to the fact the bar is empty with a rather tired face. His footsteps are heavy and he smells like salt. The middled aged man glances at the girl for a moment. Then his eyes wander to the bartender. He takes a seat at the bar. “Hello.” He sounds Spanish, but very proper. “…Might I have a drink?” Vas asks.
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Poseidon stared at the man coming in his saloon, he could smell the sea coming from the man and for that he fell glad, the shadow of a smile soon came between his lips “we have the best spiced rum and wine you will ever find, we also have ale and mead if those are more towards ye liking” with his eyes shining like sapphires he crossed his arms “but first i must ask you, why did you choose the life at the sea?”
His daughter nervous green eyes jumped from the man in the table and his father so many years have passed and she’s still bound by it his eyes rested at the man on the table we all are
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“Well, part of it was me choosing the sea.” The man starts. “Why, I believe that the sea choose me. It was the only place I seemed welcome. Wasn’t very welcome in the streets. Wasn’t very welcome in the country. Wasn’t very welcome at my first home. I had to go to the sea first. Before I could go to all those places. Twas the freedom it granted me. It’s vastness. Almost like it was calling out to me. No other life for the likes of me besides one at sea. Especially not one of nobility.” Dammit. I’m on a roll. What rhymes with nobility?
“Nope. I’ve lived that life. Not for me. The life for me is a life at sea.”
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The young man laughter placing a mug of spiced rum in front of the man “ye understood! the sea is a living thing calling fer ye!” he smiled at the man as he continued “to be a true sea dog is to give yerself to the sea and in returns the sea resonates within ye! to live withing the sea is to be unbound and free!” Poseidon’s eyes shined, he felt as before him was a equal “now tell me friend of the seas the circumstances which bring ye to me”
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“I’m not to sure. Something happened. Something I can’t remember. All I can remember is there was a fight, and I got separated from me ship n’ crew.” His proper language often mixes with slang. “All started when I found this amulet.” I take out an emeralded stone. “Strange things started happening since I found it. Can’t remember much. All I remember is a fight with some thing or some things and then I washed ashore. Ship and crew nowhere in sight.” Elliot puts the amulet down and looks around. “But, I’d rather not talk about that” I look about the inn as I pick up and the rum and drink.
I notice the little girl. I then say “Where are me manners? Hello, young lass…” I say to the girl. “Forgot to greet you.”
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Poseidon laugh “don’t worry sailor this kind of thing happens a lot around here” he picked a mug of spiced wine for himself “most people from yer age don’t understand how this kind of power works” he snorts “as civilization advances and old knowledge turns obsolete i supposed something was this was bound to happen…” then he put one hand in his head as if he just remembered something important “of course you must be doubting my manners right now but before i present myself” he clenched his teeth, he did this question many times but it was still uncomfortable for him “how are your current relation with the omniscient”
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“Hmm. I dunno. We never been close I’d say. I’m not particularly the religious type. Why do you ask?” Elliot asks as he then drinks his rum while he listens.
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Scylla blushed and looked down at being addressed by the man. Usually she avoided talking and coming in contact with customers. A nervous hissing whine sounded from beneath her flowing skirts. Hurriedly she turned, running to hide in the kitchen only pausing to whisper to Posiedon: “Πατέρα, θα είμαι στην κουζίνα.”
Safe in the kitchen she made sure her dress was smooth before slipping a couple of slabs of dried meat under her skirt. With a soft sigh she sank down on a chair. We need to be more careful. Both Papa and I.
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please sweet hearth there is nothing to fear, we’re safe here… but the girl throwed herself at the kitchen before he could say anything this made a sad spark appear in his eyes but it dissipated completely when he looked back at the man “I ask for i am Poseidon, God and Might of the Sea” he sadly smiles “and i am kinda tired of drag the bodies of those who try to warm me and me daughter in the name of ye Omnipresent Deity” he continued for he knew that Athena had little to no influence at all on the man’s age “Me daughter is Scylla, Terror of The Sea, they call her but in fact she is the sweeter of the girls, one night she even asked me if there was no monster under her bed!” he laughed joyfully “i can fell ye’re a true man of the sea and those types are always welcomed here, me kid however had though times…please excuse me” he leaved the man on the table for a moment and walked towards the kitchen
“Sweet pie i know ye’re still nervous about knowing new people but i don’t want ye to abstain completely from mankind…”
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“Papa…” She cut him off, looking up. “I am just concerned, for you, for both of us. We must be careful. We don’t know where she is…or if she hears us. So please be careful!” She grabbed her father’s hand and tried to keep the panic from her voice.
“Anyone, these human costumers especially, could be here for us. As in out to get us! She could have sent them! We can’t trust them! Any of them!” She rested her cheek against her father’s rough hand. “I don’t want to lose you…” Tears began to leak from her eyes. -
“Dearest daughter of mine if engage is eminent remember who you are” he kindly wipe her tears away with his thumb “ye’re daughter of Poseidon the one who can be bend the seas with his will and Medusa..” remembering her mother was still painful for him, after a small pause he continues “yer mother could transform any living being into stone by only gazing at it” he puts his hand on her should and gives her a stern look “by blood we’re bound to do great deeds, the power is inside you, even though ye don’t know it yet, it’s not thy place to cower in fear but to stand up and fight against anything destiny throws at you” he finally let loose of the stern posture “be brave and you will prevail” he kindly pats her head “and if Athena herself walks through that doors all you need to do is stay behind me and let me deal with her”
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She sighed. “Alright Papa. I will try. In return just please be careful?” She stood up and hugged him.
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Elliot was going to say something to Poseidon. But he hurried off to comfort his daughter. Elliot had no objection to this, and as he left, sat quietly to himself and sipped his rum.
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“sorry for leaving ye so bluntly” poseidon returns with his kid sitting at his shoulders “kid is kind passed through a lot of things and still get easily nervous around new people” he pick Scylla from his shoulder, kiss her cheek and put her back on the floor “Be nice and present yerself to the man dear, and don’t worry for i am and will always stay at your side”