Ragnorak: The Return of the Gods RP

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Ares stood alone on the beach, watching the crashing waves. The world had changed. Gone were the simple huts of his time, now the mortals had actually built towers of steel, tall as Olympus in its glory. But the mortals were the same. Bloody, violent, chaotic. He loved them for that. Two weeks in this new world, and already Texas and Arkansas had devolved into bloodshed. Now he was moving north, inciting war as he went.

"Ares? What a surprise!" came a sarcastically dry voice from beside him. Ares whirled, startled, fist raised to strike, but nobody was there.

"Over here, Ares." the voice said again, from behind, and when Ares turned, there was a youth, barely more than two winters into life by appearance, with a punchable face, and shoulder length black hair. He wore modern clothes, a green sweatshirt and jeans, but one thing revealed his true appearance. A golden horned crown.

"Loki." he snarled. He had never liked the Norse god.

"In the flesh." the god replied lightly. "Nice to have a body again, after a millennia trapped in a rune stone. This world is . . . strange, yet so familiar. It's ripe, like the first fruits of autumn. Ripe for chaos."

"Why are you even here?" Ares growled. "Go bother Hermes or Apollo, or something."

"They're boring. So set in their ways, so protective of mortals. You, on the other hand . . ."

"Why are you here?" Ares said, suddenly worried by the dangerous gleam in the trickster's eyes.

"To give you a gift." he said, pulling out a brown parcel, unwrapping it. "The mortals call this a gun."

Ares studied the metal triangle curiously. It did not seem dangerous. "What does it do?"

Loki grinned, and raised the gun. A clap like thunder sounded from it, and out over the bay, a pigeon dropped. "Like a bow, but more lethal. Gone are the days of swords and spears, friend. This is a tool. My gift for you. A gift of chaos."

---

Aaron moved through the square quietly. For the middle of an afternoon in New York City, it was quiet. Too quiet. The few people out moved furtively, trying to reach their destination as soon as possible. The storm could be blamed for that. For two weeks, ever since Greece, the rain had not stopped over New York. And the lightning . . . The Empire State Building was rubble, after it had been hit by dozens of bolts of lightning, pulverizing it. People said it was the end of the world.

They weren't wrong, Aaron thought grimly. Things had been seen. Men with bull heads, strange flying beasts, even dragons. Things he had once dismissed as a childhood fairy tale were walking the streets.

He left the square, moving into a side alley, where he finally spotted the place he was looking for. An old apartment complex, temporarily transformed into a disaster relief center. A small crowd of people milled outside the doors, and Aaron joined them hoping he would not be recognized.

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The mythology returning RP has begun!

@Through The Living Glass @Argenti @SpiritOfWrath @IcedOutPenguin @echo74 @TheBestTruthwatcher @CoderDrag0n8 @Hoid_Slayer @BridgeBoi

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Aelorin looked up into the rain, his mind running.

He shrugged, then looked around.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

19 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Ares stood alone on the beach, watching the crashing waves. The world had changed. Gone were the simple huts of his time, now the mortals had actually built towers of steel, tall as Olympus in its glory. But the mortals were the same. Bloody, violent, chaotic. He loved them for that. Two weeks in this new world, and already Texas and Arkansas had devolved into bloodshed. Now he was moving north, inciting war as he went.

"Ares? What a surprise!" came a sarcastically dry voice from beside him. Ares whirled, startled, fist raised to strike, but nobody was there.

"Over here, Ares." the voice said again, from behind, and when Ares turned, there was a youth, barely more than two winters into life by appearance, with a punchable face, and shoulder length black hair. He wore modern clothes, a green sweatshirt and jeans, but one thing revealed his true appearance. A golden horned crown.

"Loki." he snarled. He had never liked the Norse god.

"In the flesh." the god replied lightly. "Nice to have a body again, after a millennia trapped in a rune stone. This world is . . . strange, yet so familiar. It's ripe, like the first fruits of autumn. Ripe for chaos."

"Why are you even here?" Ares growled. "Go bother Hermes or Apollo, or something."

"They're boring. So set in their ways, so protective of mortals. You, on the other hand . . ."

"Why are you here?" Ares said, suddenly worried by the dangerous gleam in the trickster's eyes.

"To give you a gift." he said, pulling out a brown parcel, unwrapping it. "The mortals call this a gun."

Ares studied the metal triangle curiously. It did not seem dangerous. "What does it do?"

Loki grinned, and raised the gun. A clap like thunder sounded from it, and out over the bay, a pigeon dropped. "Like a bow, but more lethal. Gone are the days of swords and spears, friend. This is a tool. My gift for you. A gift of chaos."

---

Aaron moved through the square quietly. For the middle of an afternoon in New York City, it was quiet. Too quiet. The few people out moved furtively, trying to reach their destination as soon as possible. The storm could be blamed for that. For two weeks, ever since Greece, the rain had not stopped over New York. And the lightning . . . The Empire State Building was rubble, after it had been hit by dozens of bolts of lightning, pulverizing it. People said it was the end of the world.

They weren't wrong, Aaron thought grimly. Things had been seen. Men with bull heads, strange flying beasts, even dragons. Things he had once dismissed as a childhood fairy tale were walking the streets.

He left the square, moving into a side alley, where he finally spotted the place he was looking for. An old apartment complex, temporarily transformed into a disaster relief center. A small crowd of people milled outside the doors, and Aaron joined them hoping he would not be recognized.

@Through The Living Glass @Argenti @SpiritOfWrath @IcedOutPenguin @echo74 @TheBestTruthwatcher @CoderDrag0n8 @Hoid_Slayer @BridgeBoi

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Ares doesn't know what a gun is yet?

. . .

I thought you said he went to Texas . . .

Camille mingled with the crowd, trying to spot anyway she knew.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

Camille mingled with the crowd, trying to spot anyway she knew.

Aelorin noticed her, narrowing his eyes as he crouched down, inspecting the crowd.

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

25 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Ares stood alone on the beach, watching the crashing waves. The world had changed. Gone were the simple huts of his time, now the mortals had actually built towers of steel, tall as Olympus in its glory. But the mortals were the same. Bloody, violent, chaotic. He loved them for that. Two weeks in this new world, and already Texas and Arkansas had devolved into bloodshed. Now he was moving north, inciting war as he went.

"Ares? What a surprise!" came a sarcastically dry voice from beside him. Ares whirled, startled, fist raised to strike, but nobody was there.

"Over here, Ares." the voice said again, from behind, and when Ares turned, there was a youth, barely more than two winters into life by appearance, with a punchable face, and shoulder length black hair. He wore modern clothes, a green sweatshirt and jeans, but one thing revealed his true appearance. A golden horned crown.

"Loki." he snarled. He had never liked the Norse god.

"In the flesh." the god replied lightly. "Nice to have a body again, after a millennia trapped in a rune stone. This world is . . . strange, yet so familiar. It's ripe, like the first fruits of autumn. Ripe for chaos."

"Why are you even here?" Ares growled. "Go bother Hermes or Apollo, or something."

"They're boring. So set in their ways, so protective of mortals. You, on the other hand . . ."

"Why are you here?" Ares said, suddenly worried by the dangerous gleam in the trickster's eyes.

"To give you a gift." he said, pulling out a brown parcel, unwrapping it. "The mortals call this a gun."

Ares studied the metal triangle curiously. It did not seem dangerous. "What does it do?"

Loki grinned, and raised the gun. A clap like thunder sounded from it, and out over the bay, a pigeon dropped. "Like a bow, but more lethal. Gone are the days of swords and spears, friend. This is a tool. My gift for you. A gift of chaos."

---

Aaron moved through the square quietly. For the middle of an afternoon in New York City, it was quiet. Too quiet. The few people out moved furtively, trying to reach their destination as soon as possible. The storm could be blamed for that. For two weeks, ever since Greece, the rain had not stopped over New York. And the lightning . . . The Empire State Building was rubble, after it had been hit by dozens of bolts of lightning, pulverizing it. People said it was the end of the world.

They weren't wrong, Aaron thought grimly. Things had been seen. Men with bull heads, strange flying beasts, even dragons. Things he had once dismissed as a childhood fairy tale were walking the streets.

He left the square, moving into a side alley, where he finally spotted the place he was looking for. An old apartment complex, temporarily transformed into a disaster relief center. A small crowd of people milled outside the doors, and Aaron joined them hoping he would not be recognized.

@Through The Living Glass @Argenti @SpiritOfWrath @IcedOutPenguin @echo74 @TheBestTruthwatcher @CoderDrag0n8 @Hoid_Slayer @BridgeBoi

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Whoops, just saw this after making my post in the planning thread. TwinStorm, can you please approve my character?

@TwinStorm

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Aelorin noticed her, narrowing his eyes as he crouched down, inspecting the crowd.

She spotted him and gave him a weird look.

[Argenti he/him]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

Ares stood alone on the beach, watching the crashing waves. The world had changed. Gone were the simple huts of his time, now the mortals had actually built towers of steel, tall as Olympus in its glory. But the mortals were the same. Bloody, violent, chaotic. He loved them for that. Two weeks in this new world, and already Texas and Arkansas had devolved into bloodshed. Now he was moving north, inciting war as he went.

"Ares? What a surprise!" came a sarcastically dry voice from beside him. Ares whirled, startled, fist raised to strike, but nobody was there.

"Over here, Ares." the voice said again, from behind, and when Ares turned, there was a youth, barely more than two winters into life by appearance, with a punchable face, and shoulder length black hair. He wore modern clothes, a green sweatshirt and jeans, but one thing revealed his true appearance. A golden horned crown.

"Loki." he snarled. He had never liked the Norse god.

"In the flesh." the god replied lightly. "Nice to have a body again, after a millennia trapped in a rune stone. This world is . . . strange, yet so familiar. It's ripe, like the first fruits of autumn. Ripe for chaos."

"Why are you even here?" Ares growled. "Go bother Hermes or Apollo, or something."

"They're boring. So set in their ways, so protective of mortals. You, on the other hand . . ."

"Why are you here?" Ares said, suddenly worried by the dangerous gleam in the trickster's eyes.

"To give you a gift." he said, pulling out a brown parcel, unwrapping it. "The mortals call this a gun."

Ares studied the metal triangle curiously. It did not seem dangerous. "What does it do?"

Loki grinned, and raised the gun. A clap like thunder sounded from it, and out over the bay, a pigeon dropped. "Like a bow, but more lethal. Gone are the days of swords and spears, friend. This is a tool. My gift for you. A gift of chaos."

---

Aaron moved through the square quietly. For the middle of an afternoon in New York City, it was quiet. Too quiet. The few people out moved furtively, trying to reach their destination as soon as possible. The storm could be blamed for that. For two weeks, ever since Greece, the rain had not stopped over New York. And the lightning . . . The Empire State Building was rubble, after it had been hit by dozens of bolts of lightning, pulverizing it. People said it was the end of the world.

They weren't wrong, Aaron thought grimly. Things had been seen. Men with bull heads, strange flying beasts, even dragons. Things he had once dismissed as a childhood fairy tale were walking the streets.

He left the square, moving into a side alley, where he finally spotted the place he was looking for. An old apartment complex, temporarily transformed into a disaster relief center. A small crowd of people milled outside the doors, and Aaron joined them hoping he would not be recognized.

@Through The Living Glass @Argenti @SpiritOfWrath @IcedOutPenguin @echo74 @TheBestTruthwatcher @CoderDrag0n8 @Hoid_Slayer @BridgeBoi

Joseph was sitting in class listening to the professor drone on about Kennings and Fragments of old poetry, when it all began. He just so happened to look out the window when he saw a mountain in the distance begin to shake. The rumbling low groan hit him seconds later. Is that an earthquake? He wondered for a second before realizing how dumb he was. Not in Norway, it's not? That's when he saw the mountain turn, and a bearded, long-nosed face, seeming to be formed from the very forests themselves peer towards the town. 

That's when pandemonium erupted.

A Skogtroll? Joseph thought, while calmly packing his backpack, people screaming and running from the classroom.

"Hm. They're supposed to be a myth." 

Two weeks later. 

---

Joseph sits in class, struggling to focus on his book over the constant boom of church bells. They keep the trolls at bay, you know. Every kid here knows that. Joseph learned that in Norwegian folklore class last semester. Cool stuff.

Course that didn't help against the Lindwurms, Alv, and Landvættir. Not to mention that damn Kraken. But most of the things that popped up over the last two weeks were harmless; the Alv and the Landvættir were only dangerous if you didn't know what they were, the Kraken could be kept fed easily enough, and the rare god or jotun were satisfied with praises in their honot. Everything else? Turns out runes started working now, and Oslo has since turned into a magical fortress. Who knew learning old norse would be so helpful?

 

 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

She spotted him and gave him a weird look.

He registered this, nodding to her and moving on with his inspection of the crowd.

[Argenti he/him]

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Should we be in new york?

 

[echo74 she/her]

30 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Ares stood alone on the beach, watching the crashing waves. The world had changed. Gone were the simple huts of his time, now the mortals had actually built towers of steel, tall as Olympus in its glory. But the mortals were the same. Bloody, violent, chaotic. He loved them for that. Two weeks in this new world, and already Texas and Arkansas had devolved into bloodshed. Now he was moving north, inciting war as he went.

"Ares? What a surprise!" came a sarcastically dry voice from beside him. Ares whirled, startled, fist raised to strike, but nobody was there.

"Over here, Ares." the voice said again, from behind, and when Ares turned, there was a youth, barely more than two winters into life by appearance, with a punchable face, and shoulder length black hair. He wore modern clothes, a green sweatshirt and jeans, but one thing revealed his true appearance. A golden horned crown.

"Loki." he snarled. He had never liked the Norse god.

"In the flesh." the god replied lightly. "Nice to have a body again, after a millennia trapped in a rune stone. This world is . . . strange, yet so familiar. It's ripe, like the first fruits of autumn. Ripe for chaos."

"Why are you even here?" Ares growled. "Go bother Hermes or Apollo, or something."

"They're boring. So set in their ways, so protective of mortals. You, on the other hand . . ."

"Why are you here?" Ares said, suddenly worried by the dangerous gleam in the trickster's eyes.

"To give you a gift." he said, pulling out a brown parcel, unwrapping it. "The mortals call this a gun."

Ares studied the metal triangle curiously. It did not seem dangerous. "What does it do?"

Loki grinned, and raised the gun. A clap like thunder sounded from it, and out over the bay, a pigeon dropped. "Like a bow, but more lethal. Gone are the days of swords and spears, friend. This is a tool. My gift for you. A gift of chaos."

---

Aaron moved through the square quietly. For the middle of an afternoon in New York City, it was quiet. Too quiet. The few people out moved furtively, trying to reach their destination as soon as possible. The storm could be blamed for that. For two weeks, ever since Greece, the rain had not stopped over New York. And the lightning . . . The Empire State Building was rubble, after it had been hit by dozens of bolts of lightning, pulverizing it. People said it was the end of the world.

They weren't wrong, Aaron thought grimly. Things had been seen. Men with bull heads, strange flying beasts, even dragons. Things he had once dismissed as a childhood fairy tale were walking the streets.

He left the square, moving into a side alley, where he finally spotted the place he was looking for. An old apartment complex, temporarily transformed into a disaster relief center. A small crowd of people milled outside the doors, and Aaron joined them hoping he would not be recognized.

@Through The Living Glass @Argenti @SpiritOfWrath @IcedOutPenguin @echo74 @TheBestTruthwatcher @CoderDrag0n8 @Hoid_Slayer @BridgeBoi

Catie was crouched in an alley, looking around for someone trustworthy. She had a small green backpack slung over one shoulder and clutched in her hand, she held seventy dollars in cash.

Edited March 27, 2025 by echo74

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Argenti said:

 

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IDK, I’m a god! (Once my character is approved)

 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

10 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

He registered this, nodding to her and moving on with his inspection of the crowd.

She rolled her eyes and ignored him.

[echo74 she/her]

Catie crawled out of the alley and shoved the cash in the pocket of her jean shorts. She figured if maybe she could find the police--Maybe they would help her find her dad.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She rolled her eyes and ignored him.

He’s already looked away.

He withdraws a weapon from his jacket discreetly.

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

40 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Ares stood alone on the beach, watching the crashing waves. The world had changed. Gone were the simple huts of his time, now the mortals had actually built towers of steel, tall as Olympus in its glory. But the mortals were the same. Bloody, violent, chaotic. He loved them for that. Two weeks in this new world, and already Texas and Arkansas had devolved into bloodshed. Now he was moving north, inciting war as he went.

"Ares? What a surprise!" came a sarcastically dry voice from beside him. Ares whirled, startled, fist raised to strike, but nobody was there.

"Over here, Ares." the voice said again, from behind, and when Ares turned, there was a youth, barely more than two winters into life by appearance, with a punchable face, and shoulder length black hair. He wore modern clothes, a green sweatshirt and jeans, but one thing revealed his true appearance. A golden horned crown.

"Loki." he snarled. He had never liked the Norse god.

"In the flesh." the god replied lightly. "Nice to have a body again, after a millennia trapped in a rune stone. This world is . . . strange, yet so familiar. It's ripe, like the first fruits of autumn. Ripe for chaos."

"Why are you even here?" Ares growled. "Go bother Hermes or Apollo, or something."

"They're boring. So set in their ways, so protective of mortals. You, on the other hand . . ."

"Why are you here?" Ares said, suddenly worried by the dangerous gleam in the trickster's eyes.

"To give you a gift." he said, pulling out a brown parcel, unwrapping it. "The mortals call this a gun."

Ares studied the metal triangle curiously. It did not seem dangerous. "What does it do?"

Loki grinned, and raised the gun. A clap like thunder sounded from it, and out over the bay, a pigeon dropped. "Like a bow, but more lethal. Gone are the days of swords and spears, friend. This is a tool. My gift for you. A gift of chaos."

---

Aaron moved through the square quietly. For the middle of an afternoon in New York City, it was quiet. Too quiet. The few people out moved furtively, trying to reach their destination as soon as possible. The storm could be blamed for that. For two weeks, ever since Greece, the rain had not stopped over New York. And the lightning . . . The Empire State Building was rubble, after it had been hit by dozens of bolts of lightning, pulverizing it. People said it was the end of the world.

They weren't wrong, Aaron thought grimly. Things had been seen. Men with bull heads, strange flying beasts, even dragons. Things he had once dismissed as a childhood fairy tale were walking the streets.

He left the square, moving into a side alley, where he finally spotted the place he was looking for. An old apartment complex, temporarily transformed into a disaster relief center. A small crowd of people milled outside the doors, and Aaron joined them hoping he would not be recognized.

Eclipse sighed as he walked down the street, he pulled his cloak tighter and fingered the sword at his side. He wished he had never had to use it, but the last two weeks had been interesting.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

6 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

He’s already looked away.

He withdraws a weapon from his jacket discreetly.

Too bad she was ignoring him.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

Too bad she was ignoring him.

…that was actually bad for her.

Aelorin stepped up, feeling the bulletproof vest under his jacket as he shot the rifle upward.

”EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!”

@TwinStorm

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

…that was actually bad for her.

Aelorin stepped up, feeling the bulletproof vest under his jacket as he shot the rifle upward.

”EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!”

@TwinStorm

Camille jumped and, panicked, fled towards another door.

[echo74 she/her]

2 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

…that was actually bad for her.

Aelorin stepped up, feeling the bulletproof vest under his jacket as he shot the rifle upward.

”EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!”

@TwinStorm

Catie squeaked and turned to run.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

Camille jumped and, panicked, fled towards another door.

He shot a bullet in her direction (purposeful miss), but let her go.

 

 

1 minute ago, echo74 said:

Catie squeaked and turned to run.

Since she was in the nearby alley, he wasn’t focusing on her.

[Argenti he/him]

5 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

…that was actually bad for her.

Aelorin stepped up, feeling the bulletproof vest under his jacket as he shot the rifle upward.

”EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!”

@TwinStorm

Joseph turned his page in the textbook. He's heard much of the world has dissolved into anarchy and violence.

Edited March 27, 2025 by Argenti

[echo74 she/her]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

He shot a bullet in her direction (purposeful miss), but let her go.

 

 

Since she was in the nearby alley, he wasn’t focusing on her.

Catie ducked behind a trashbin and watched to see what he was going to do next.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

28 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Camille mingled with the crowd, trying to spot anyway she knew.

Aaron noticed her, approaching her slowly.

24 minutes ago, Argenti said:

Joseph was sitting in class listening to the professor drone on about Kennings and Fragments of old poetry, when it all began. He just so happened to look out the window when he saw a mountain in the distance begin to shake. The rumbling low groan hit him seconds later. Is that an earthquake? He wondered for a second before realizing how dumb he was. Not in Norway, it's not? That's when he saw the mountain turn, and a bearded, long-nosed face, seeming to be formed from the very forests themselves peer towards the town. 

That's when pandemonium erupted.

A Skogtroll? Joseph thought, while calmly packing his backpack, people screaming and running from the classroom.

"Hm. They're supposed to be a myth." 

Two weeks later. 

---

Joseph sits in class, struggling to focus on his book over the constant boom of church bells. They keep the trolls at bay, you know. Every kid here knows that. Joseph learned that in Norwegian folklore class last semester. Cool stuff.

Course that didn't help against the Lindwurms, Alv, and Landvættir. Not to mention that damn Kraken. But most of the things that popped up over the last two weeks were harmless; the Alv and the Landvættir were only dangerous if you didn't know what they were, the Kraken could be kept fed easily enough, and the rare god or jotun were satisfied with praises in their honot. Everything else? Turns out runes started working now, and Oslo has since turned into a magical fortress. Who knew learning old norse would be so helpful?

 

 

Caedmon cursed softly, looking over his textbook. Two weeks. Two weeks since the world had gone bloody insane. "Oi, Joseph." he hissed. "You think they'll attack again tonight?"

3 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

…that was actually bad for her.

Aelorin stepped up, feeling the bulletproof vest under his jacket as he shot the rifle upward.

”EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!”

@TwinStorm

Aaron scrambled backwards, terrified

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 minute ago, echo74 said:

Catie ducked behind a trashbin and watched to see what he was going to do next.

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Waiting for Twinstorm

*sigh*

OH

@TwinStorm

Aelorin announced loudly. “Money, possessions, supplies, to me! Throw them over!”

He was really only interested in the supplies, but he had to fit the part.

Edited March 27, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

He shot a bullet in her direction (purposeful miss), but let her go.

 

 

Since she was in the nearby alley, he wasn’t focusing on her.

She screamed and hid.