#corinth.event

Location: Caffeine & Caffeine

The storm was getting bad... Progressively worse, in fact. Nikandros looked from inside the restaurant and wondered if he’d be able to leave anytime soon, he wanted to go home, to get back to his dorm, put on some music, and pretend none of this was happening. This weather gave him a bad feeling, and he could feel the hysteria as it quietly grew in the air about him. A ripple of pain jettisoned up from his abdomen and Nikandros could not help but wince, another surge from his thigh, another from his arm, a final rush from his back and the sphinx collapsed to the ground - when he looked up, there was his mother, though her expression lacked the warmth that his memory afforded him. Her eyes were cruel, and the shrillness of the voice that fell from her lips was not one that he knew, and yet, one that Nikandros had always feared. He closed his eyes against his as his stomach rippled with pain again, when he opened them she was gone but someone stood over me, they were speaking, but Nik hadn’t made out what they said. “I’m- I’m okay, just afraid of thunder.” 

Mateo had lost his date. It was easy to forget that humans couldn’t keep up with him when it came to drinks-- or perhaps the Canadian had been at a disadvantage as soon as he started tossing back shots at the bar. After the third round, his eyes had started to go misty, and another drink later he was out of sight. Seemingly unbothered, the vampire floated through the event. The dress code had been ambiguous, he supposed, eying a werewolf in a fur coat next to a witch in what looked like floor length prom dress. Biting back a comment about Macklemore and thrift shopping, he reached for a glass of champagne from a travelling tray, bringing it to his lips for a sip. “This is nice,” he commented drily to the nearest figure, before letting out what he truly thought. “But when is something going to fucking happen?”

Atlas used to love parties... Now, not so much. Especially this one, the witchcraft, the ambiance, the estate. It was all very familiar, yet crowded with a host of people that the fury largely did not know and instinctively did not like. It was intended to be an evening void of any violence, but Atlas was not so sure, he had his suspicions about the coven, about Anastasia, and the timing of this party all felt very conspicuous. Whatever, he was supposed to be here for a good time. “Have you been in the maze yet? It’s enchanted, should probably come with a warning sign - warning: labyrinth may induce madness.” 

Years of preparation had culminated into this moment, while the cultist had prepared, had spent years carrying out the Goddesses missives, it was Hektor’s arrival that indicated the time to swell Persephone’s numbers was at last upon them. He had done his due diligence, had taken a number of people, the genasi Safiye included, and with the help of Antony and Ares, the cage beneath the Delphi had swelled in populace. Eager to get started, the vampire stepped forward, cerulean hues distant and cold as they set upon those that were trapped within. An amused smirk crossed his features as he fixed them upon one individual. “Step forward.” it wasn’t an order leveled with his usual compulsion, but it was a demand, one that would not be without consequence if it was refused.

The melody was a new one, Patroclus and Psyche were off enjoying the festivities, and while Myles would join them later - he first wished to pay homage to patron. Patroclus told him he should be grateful for the God’s blessing, that he should learn to cherish what was great and beautiful about this new world - and while he failed to do the latter, the former was something that the rift could manage. A shadow fell over him where he sat with his back against a pillar, “You’re standing in my light, or did you plan on singing for me?”

Rejoice, blessed Leto, for you bare glorious children, the lord Apollo and Artemis who delights in arrows; her in Ortygia, and him in rocky Delos.

As the summer in Greece begins, the preparations for the Thargelia (Θαργήλια) Festival within Corinth Bay have begun as well. This festival is dedicated to the twin gods Artemis and Apollo; signifying a rebirth of the city. On the 6th, the day is dedicated to Artemis, driving out the evil spirits of the land and purifying the town. Ritualistic alters and wine pouring will be located throughout the city. Hymns and laurels will be given out to those who wish to participate. Eiresiones, the personification of a sacred object, is situated upon an alter, ofr gifts of olive oil, bread, or spices to appease the goddess.

On the 7th, the day is dedicated to Apollo, who welcomes in the new harvest and the new offerings to bless the rest of the year until the festival comes around once more.

There will be booths located throughout the city offering laurel crowns, jars of olive oil and manna bread, and endless wine and music to enjoy the new season within Corinth Bay. The focus is on Apollo and Artemis, so lyres and bow and arrow challenges will be available to those who think they are the greatest of their time. 

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The genasi had a big house, but the Vidalis estate was beyond anything that Dante had experienced first hand. It was practically palatial, the gilded lights, the fine foods, the imported wines. It was completely beyond, massive, practically a maze, and all about witches flitted in and out behind the scenes. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” Dante offered as he and Kasandra wandered the grounds together, a little desperate to escape the stuffiness from inside. She appeared at home, but that was a trait that Kas seemed to exude  at all  as if she could be transplanted  anywhere, anyplace, and be completely at ease. “Have you ever seen anything so... Extravagant? I’m into it.”