Along the stream of time, resided a man who lived in Paros, with the name Vencious. Vencious loved to fore armour and weapons for the Parosian army. His armour was the strongest of them all, only Hephaestus could craft more robust armour than he could.
Although he was a skilled Black Smith, he never took Hephaestus’materials even if he was in need of new materials; He crafted sturdy armour for t he Parosian
If man travelled along the never ending river of time, they would come across a humble man who sat in his great theatre. This man went by the name of Katrios. Ideas flooded into his head as night over took the day. Being a playwright wasn’t easy for Katrios: the large city of Athens needed entertaining. Continue reading The Golden Mask
Many moons ago in the land of Greece, you might find an undersized village nestled between to towering mountains. If you stopped your journey in the age of the heroes (Belleraphon and Theseus), you may also find a mossy forest with a scenic stream trickling through the calm meanders that led it.
The village was an impoverished place with few hard – working citizens. Belonging to the town was a large group of hunters that would search the budding terrain for the resource that kept them town alive: rodents and small wild animals. One of these men was a particularly skilled hunter called Orpheus.
Many years ago in a far of island incolfed in time there lay a small village called Semof. in the village was a hut and in that hut lived Femnos the brave. One day the village was attacked by Macnot a nabering village. The solders of Semof but up a desperate fight agains the invaders but to no avail. the attakers put the Semof under sige. Semof’s solders had no stomach for another fight and many villagers were slaughtered. Howerver Femnos could not bere to see his village burn. So he prayed to Athena and Ares for the strength he needed in battle. Continue reading Femnos
Down the long stream of time,there was a play wrighter named Scriptos. Scriptos lived in a small town in Greece with his mum,dad and his younger brother Kryos. Scriptos loved telling and reading stories to his family. his family always encouraged him in what he did with his career. Scriptos also did puppet shows for younger children in town.
Down the stream of time, there once lived a young man named Kynigos. Kynigos lived in a small town known as Nyks, in the heart of Greece. He loved hunting, but he would only take what he and the town needed.
Everyday Kynigos would pray and sacrifice a young deer to Artemis. One day (when Kyingos was praying) he recived a message from his friend from his friend that the almighty hydra was attacking the city. Kynigos prayed for a couple more minutes. When he finished , he found Artemis’ bow lying next to him.
Down the twisting paths of time in a long forgotten village, there lived a man who was went by the name of Illios. Everyday, as the sun dipped into the horizon, you would see a single figure standing, awaiting the love that will never come. You were living under a rock if you had not heard of him.
Many moons ago, there lived a man named Akylus, who dug into the ground to find gold. He resided in Greece and had no wife or children
Akylus loved his town in many ways: he mined for gold and shared it to everyone; he built shrines out of gold for Hades and was very humble. The Gods loved Akylus because of his and tepidity and gratefulness.
Long, long, ago, down the twisted stream of time, there was a town. A town that is now ruled by moss and ivy. Once, this village was unseen; unheard of even. But little did it know that one of it’s sons would soon make it very well known indeed.
In this town lived a poor yet humble man who went by the name of Nikkos. Nikkos was always very kind and considerate and loved entertaing the childeren in his village. He would constantly be putting on puppet shows for them. Through these shows, Nikkos taught the kids about their culture, history and religion. Furthermore, he encouraged them to worship the gods. Nikkos would would always put aside part of his day so he could pray. He would thank the gods and ask them for success.
ASTRIDES THE WARRIOR
Many battles ago, in the great city of Athens, there was an army of great fighters. One in particular: Astrides. He was one of their greatest fighters, respected by all. Everyone looked up to him, every single person in Athens wanted to be like him. No one was known not to want to be like Astrides.
He would do anything he could for his city: he would kill all the evil beasts, he would protect the civilians and would never forget to sacrifice offerings to the gods. They would give him good luck for the day. The gods he could never get off his mind were Athena and Ares: the war gods.