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Hydromancer of the Moors
The pungent smell of brine and fish filled the air as Posiedon took one last desperate attempt to quell his brother's rage. The two had been fighting for what seemed like an eternity, high up on the cliffs of Mount Olympia.
Hades had laid siege to The City of the Gods earlier that day, in an attempt to rid himself of the responsibility as the Keeper of the Underworld. While most of the city lay in ruins, Hades' army had all but been wiped out.
Though, even with no army, Hades was just as strong as Posideon, and the other Olympic gods. This wasn't going to be easy!
"Hades, you cannot do this! Killing the humans for their souls is something a titan would do!" His voice, deep and chastising, rang through the sky as a huge tidal wave came down from seemingly out of nowhere, crashing down on Hades' skeltal army, washing them all away.
"YOU have the gall to tell ME what to do?? I sacrificed just as much as you did that day, and you cast me into the bowels, never to be seen again. NO!!! I will drag you to Tartarus with my own bare hands!!" Hades said, his voice nothing but concentrated hatred.
With a fire in his brother's eyes like he'd never seen before Posiedon buckled, for just a split second. In this moment, Hades lunged and grasped the god of the sea by the throat.
"You will feel my pain, brother." He said, poisonously, as he leaped from the cliff with Posiedon in tow. As the two fell, a large, fiery portal opened beneath them and shortly they, and the portal, disappeared.
100 years had passed since Posiedon had been taken prisoner by Hades, though he had lost count. He had sat in a tiny cell, deep in the dungeons of Tartarus. Strangely enough, he had suffered no torture nor punishment save that of being alone, far from his family and the water he once called home.
Over the years, Posiedon had begun to feel a similar calling as he did when he was near water. No matter how he tried, he'd lose the connection after only a moment. It was this very pursuit that would help him escape his prison and ultimately find his true calling.
As the months passed, he was able to build a stronger connection, and soon realized he was connecting to the River Styx. The longer he was there, the more attuned he became to the river of souls, but still, he could not coerce it to his will. It was as if the river itself was just letting him know it was there.
The day finally came when Hades would enact his long awaited punishment on his fool hardy brother, and he could wait no longer.
It took almost 3 days of traveling through the Underworld for Hades to get to the cell he designed for Posiedon. With each step, his anticipation grew, until he finally arrived at his destination.
"What a pity brother, you look disheveled. Maybe you could use some water?" Hades cackled at his own petty joke. "No time for that now, dear sibling. No no no, it's time to give you but a taste of the pain and anguish I've suffered down here since the dawn of time!!" Hades said, his voice almost a whisper, quivering with excitement.
Posiedon would do his brother no justice, and kept looking down, as if he didn't even notice his arrival. This infuriated Hades even more, and decided a different fate was the only answer for the part his brother played in all of this.
"Yes, it is time for you to join the ranks of the undead. It seems that this is the only way to get you understand." With a flick of Hades' wrist, an unnatural fire encased Poseidon, who was unable to ignore the intense pain, and began crying out.
Time slowed for him, and the pain turned into chaos as Posiedon's flesh began to fall from his face, leaving only a grinning skull behind.
At this moment, all went quiet. The pain, Hades' cackle, his own screams. Gone. All that was left was the gentle rhythm of waves lapping against a shore. A reassuring whisper, a tender kiss...
And with that Posiedon was reborn. His body was restored, except for his flaming skull, which seemed to enhance his natural powers. Once Hades had made him undead, the connection with the River Styx was complete, and he had full control of his powers (along with the river).
Once the connection was complete, Posiedon was able to call the river to him. This caught Hades quite unaware, who barely had time to flee, as a torrent of souls came flowing into the cavern, sweeping Posiedon away into the unknown.
The river of souls had transported Posiedon to the Runiverse, with no real idea on how to get back.
He was able to regain his control of the sea here, but could tell the ocean was foreign and not his home. He attempted to find a place within the ocean, but his flaming head made it very difficult to see, with the boiling water everywhere.
So, he decided it was time for a change. He dropped his name, and became the first flaming skull hydromancer in the whole realm.
What type of adventures will Hydromancer of the Moors find himself on? What kind of person will he become, now that he is no longer a god? Stay tuned and find out, in the next chapter, Hydromancer and the Beast!
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