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[deathkid]

[ someone's currently sitting atop the residential housing building, on the roof, tapping his sword against the side. it makes a clunk-clunk noise as a small, skeletal mouse with fairy wings burrows its way into his shaggy hair.

nico looks a bit worse for wear. the constant dark circles under his eyes are worse than before and he looks like he hasn't slept in days... ]

So now that the god issue has been taken care of, I got a question. Mostly for magic users. How many of us are there? And is there anyone who can get access to Nectar or Ambrosia, or who could make some? It's kinda important.

[ clunk-clunk, he taps his sword again and then sets it aside to continue talking. as he does, his hands move and gesture, as one would expect from an italian. ]

Anyway, that's not the main reason behind this post. I noticed more new people showing up again. Makes me wonder what kind of myths exists in other people's world.

In mine, the myths are actually real, but most mortals aren't aware of that fact. Is there anything similar in other places?

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[deathkid]

Right.

[ he still thinks it's weird, but won't argue. ]

The Roman empire existed several thousand years after the Greek cultures died out. The language changed, so the names changed. My father is still Hades, but he also goes by Pluto. His purpose changed slightly too: As the Roman god, he's not just god of the Underworld, but also the god of wealth and riches.

[tevinteraltus]

The Underworld? Is that something like the Deep Roads of my own world, or something rather less mundane than endless caverns beneath the earth? It would serve to reason, considering much wealth comes from beneath the ground, wouldn't it?

[deathkid]

It is found underground, but it's more than caves or anything like that. The Underworld is where the dead go to reside after their lives have ended. There are four portions for different purposes. And my father rules them all.

[tevinteraltus]

[There's a momentary pause as Dorian strokes his chin thoughtfully.]

Rather morose, isn't it? Shouldn't death be a release, not a place to be further ruled?