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True Heroism! The Olympian Way! Session 1, Period 3
Hercules had the class gather in a clearing in the preserve, since he preferred the outdoors. He was back in his 'heroic' outfit, the sash, the skirt, the sandals. And the oiled chest. Watch those pecs glisten.
He had a duffel bag nearby, with his secret arsenal of literally mythic proportions. But that was not the main point. Once everyone had gathered, he clapped his hands, then pointed dramatically to the horizon.
"I am Hercules, son of Zeus. I am the Lion of Olympus, the former Prince of Power, hero to all. I have bested the poncy haired Thor in combat, defeated those who would destroy our universe, and spent my Olympian fortunes to help those who were most in need. I am the Hercules who beat the Nemean Lion, the many-headed hydra, and the Stymphalian birds. I was a member of the Argonauts, the Avengers, the Champions of Los Angeles, and a former worker for Damage Control. And that's just the flashiest part."
He laughed a hearty laugh, his chest rising and falling with each great guffaw from his lungs. "You are all here because you are to become heroes, or to test your heroic mettle. And while I would never say I am the greatest hero of all, I am one of the most... classic. Today is mainly a day of introductions, both literally and in regards to what I intend to teach. As a hero, while humility is of course a great virtue to uphold, it is important to strike a chord when you introduce yourself to your foe. Assuming your foe understands your tongue, of course."
He reached into his duffel bag and produced his sword, the edge of which looked impossibly sharp. He wielded it with skill, and did a few chops in the air with it. "If I were to leap out at a mugger and say 'Woe to you, I am Jeff, and I like pudding', they aren't really going to be intimidated. They may laugh, but they will not fear. If instead, I leap out and say 'Today you will taste the steel of Hercules, unless you throw down your weapon and surrender!', there may be a bit more of a reaction. So remember, keep it cool, keep it strong, and soon your name will be spread amongst evildoers as one to be feared. And the good people will know your name and start to praise it from town to town. Also a good benefit."
He grinned, then lowered the sword. "Now I want you all to introduce yourselves as fiercely as possible. Then, please share your level of experience in heroism, and what you think makes you a hero." He grinned. "Whoever wishes to start, start."
[ooc:Wait for OCD plz Class is open and ready to go!]
He had a duffel bag nearby, with his secret arsenal of literally mythic proportions. But that was not the main point. Once everyone had gathered, he clapped his hands, then pointed dramatically to the horizon.
"I am Hercules, son of Zeus. I am the Lion of Olympus, the former Prince of Power, hero to all. I have bested the poncy haired Thor in combat, defeated those who would destroy our universe, and spent my Olympian fortunes to help those who were most in need. I am the Hercules who beat the Nemean Lion, the many-headed hydra, and the Stymphalian birds. I was a member of the Argonauts, the Avengers, the Champions of Los Angeles, and a former worker for Damage Control. And that's just the flashiest part."
He laughed a hearty laugh, his chest rising and falling with each great guffaw from his lungs. "You are all here because you are to become heroes, or to test your heroic mettle. And while I would never say I am the greatest hero of all, I am one of the most... classic. Today is mainly a day of introductions, both literally and in regards to what I intend to teach. As a hero, while humility is of course a great virtue to uphold, it is important to strike a chord when you introduce yourself to your foe. Assuming your foe understands your tongue, of course."
He reached into his duffel bag and produced his sword, the edge of which looked impossibly sharp. He wielded it with skill, and did a few chops in the air with it. "If I were to leap out at a mugger and say 'Woe to you, I am Jeff, and I like pudding', they aren't really going to be intimidated. They may laugh, but they will not fear. If instead, I leap out and say 'Today you will taste the steel of Hercules, unless you throw down your weapon and surrender!', there may be a bit more of a reaction. So remember, keep it cool, keep it strong, and soon your name will be spread amongst evildoers as one to be feared. And the good people will know your name and start to praise it from town to town. Also a good benefit."
He grinned, then lowered the sword. "Now I want you all to introduce yourselves as fiercely as possible. Then, please share your level of experience in heroism, and what you think makes you a hero." He grinned. "Whoever wishes to start, start."
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