>Jump 3: Vergil's Aeneid
Location: Carthage
Name: Lusine
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Origin: Demigod (-200D)
>Perks
Catasterism (free to all)
Epithets (Free Demigod)
Radiant Beauty (-100D)
Divinities Everywhere (-200D)
Divine Favor (-300D)
Mould Her Heart Anew (-300D - Love)
>Items
Xenia Gifts (Free)
Household Gods (-100D)
Elysium (-300D)
>Companions
Figure of Myth (-100D - Camilla)
Divine Parent (-100D - Venus)
>Drawbacks
Propoganda (+100D)
Ambiguous Hero (+200D)
Plaything of the Gods (+200D)
Dependents (+200D)
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...so the maid Camilla strode forth and gave chase to Chloreus. The Trojan man, having seen the warrior maid cut down a dozen men like a farmer to wheat, fled before her. Perhaps, had the Fates withheld judgement for a little while, Camilla might have run down the warrior, and relieved him of both life and armor alike.
For there too stood fearful Arruns, javelin in hand. While perhaps somewhat cowardly, that man had a practical wisdom to him, and had been stalking Camilla for a while now, looking for the opportunity to slay one of the Latins' greatest champions from beyond reach of retaliation. And now, with Camilla caught up in the allure of Chloreus' prize armor, he saw his chance.
"Oh Far-Striking Apollo, if to you my offerings have ever been pleasing, then please, watch over me now. May you guide hand and bolt alike, and see me safely from the field."
And for whatever his faults, Arruns was a faithful man. Always had he honored the great god of the bow and lyre, always had he honored that god's beloved sister and adored son, the divine physician. So did the shining one look down upon the mortal man and smile, and rightly did he guide Arrun's aim.
But alas for Arruns, such was the extent of Apollo's generosity. Of aim, was the throw perfect, and more forceful than Arruns could've ever hoped for, but not all piercing, and Camilla had earned herself an admirer not long before.
It was such that, with a reat leap, the fairy maid Lusine, daughter of radiant Venus, placed herself betwixt that destined bolt and its final fated home. Lord Apollo had been generous, but mere iron could not pierce the flesh of the Moon King's get, and so the spear-point shattered upon piercing her shift, and fell upon the earth.
"...that was my favorite sweater."
[Expand Post] And so was frightful Arruns' shoulders relieved of the burden of carrying around the weight of his head, the fairly maid plucking it like a man might a grape from the vine.
"Hm, now where did that girl go. Really shouldn't be this hard to follow the trail of dismembered corpses...I swear, if [Regina Caeli]'s behind this after I saved Dido and Carthage for her, I'm dropping a meteor on Argos."