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Asgard: Odin’s Throneroom, days ago.
A beautiful blond knelt prostrate before an immense throne. On the throne sat a whitebearded giant of a man wearing a gold-gilded eyepatch over one eye.
Odin the All-Father, leader of the Asgardian Pantheon regarded the prone beauty momentarily and rose to his feet. He gestured to the goddess with his Uru scepter Thurdstrock, “Amora thou are accused of taking the form of Idunn in a plot to seduce her husband Bragi the long-bearded and to steal the apples of immortality!”
“But sire---“
“I say thee nay!!!!” Odin’s voice boomed. Despite herself Amora could not help but to cringe.
“Do not utter a word lest ye rise my ire even further!” Amora dared not even breathe. Damn the cow Idunn, she would see to it that she would pay. “For thy crimes thou shalt be punished. Aye, thy are fair wench, but ye must learn humility and kindness. For this I should strip ye of thy beauty. Would that humble ye?”Amora gasped and threw herself sobbing onto Odin’s ankles.
“Nay All-Father!! Slay me if ye must!! Anything but that!!”
“Nay, for thou art so fair that it would be a larger crime for me to mar such beauty…Nay thou shalt be banished to Midgard.” A hidden smile formed beneath Amora’s tears.
“Aye banished--” he said again stepping back from her.
“Thank you Sire!”
“—And stripped of thy Immortality, and godly power!!”
“Wh—NO!” But it was too late. Arcane energy sprung from Odin’s one good eye and lanced through Amora, wrenching from her every last ounce of divine power.
From her scrying crystal Amora’s sister, Lorelei smiled as she looked on. Smiled and laughed…
New York City, Today
When Amora awoke she was in a city parking lot. She wandered for days in a daze. Lost and hungry, hardly able to conceive her current circumstances. She took refuge in an alleyway. Weak from hunger it was inevitable that those who prey upon the weak would fall upon her.
“Lookie what we got here Rocco…”
“Suh-weeet! Looks like we’re gonna have some fun today boys. Aint that right Mongo?”
“Yeah…but I get’s me a piece first Snake!”
As one the trio begin accosting the Asgardian. At first her efforts to fend them off are feeble at best. Then something sparked inside her….
“Unhand me you curs!!” she yelled and sent all three men in various directions with a shrug. Then with a gesture she summoned eldritch bands of energy ensnaring her would be attackers and holding them aloft before her. “I should flay you all for attempting to defile me. But you inadvertently freed me from my reverie, so I gift you with your pathetic lives. However….” With a thought, all of the hoodlums clothing tore free from their bodies and they were flung into the main street like so much garbage.
Amora then looked done at herself. “Tsk! This shall never do.” She said aloud and with a sweeping motion her tattered and stained clothing became whole once more.
She was herself again. At least in mind, and somewhat in body. Her lithe statuesque form stilled weighed in at 450 pounds and could perform feats of strength, while not godly, were still superior by human standards. Odin could not strip her of her Arcane knowledge she learned over the centuries. Her spellcasting, while weak in comparison to her former feats, could still match most Mortal sorcerers. And most important of all, she still had her beauty. But what to do now? She had to prove somehow that she had learned “Humility and Kindness.” Or she would forever be trapped and crippled in this mortal coil. What could she—Her thought process and stride was interrupted by a TV in the window of the local pawnshop. A bearded blond man was announcing tryouts for a local “Hero” group.
“OF COURSE!” she said, and willed herself into the air. “A hero…” she smiled and took off into the skyline.
A beautiful blond knelt prostrate before an immense throne. On the throne sat a whitebearded giant of a man wearing a gold-gilded eyepatch over one eye.
Odin the All-Father, leader of the Asgardian Pantheon regarded the prone beauty momentarily and rose to his feet. He gestured to the goddess with his Uru scepter Thurdstrock, “Amora thou are accused of taking the form of Idunn in a plot to seduce her husband Bragi the long-bearded and to steal the apples of immortality!”
“But sire---“
“I say thee nay!!!!” Odin’s voice boomed. Despite herself Amora could not help but to cringe.
“Do not utter a word lest ye rise my ire even further!” Amora dared not even breathe. Damn the cow Idunn, she would see to it that she would pay. “For thy crimes thou shalt be punished. Aye, thy are fair wench, but ye must learn humility and kindness. For this I should strip ye of thy beauty. Would that humble ye?”Amora gasped and threw herself sobbing onto Odin’s ankles.
“Nay All-Father!! Slay me if ye must!! Anything but that!!”
“Nay, for thou art so fair that it would be a larger crime for me to mar such beauty…Nay thou shalt be banished to Midgard.” A hidden smile formed beneath Amora’s tears.
“Aye banished--” he said again stepping back from her.
“Thank you Sire!”
“—And stripped of thy Immortality, and godly power!!”
“Wh—NO!” But it was too late. Arcane energy sprung from Odin’s one good eye and lanced through Amora, wrenching from her every last ounce of divine power.
From her scrying crystal Amora’s sister, Lorelei smiled as she looked on. Smiled and laughed…
New York City, Today
When Amora awoke she was in a city parking lot. She wandered for days in a daze. Lost and hungry, hardly able to conceive her current circumstances. She took refuge in an alleyway. Weak from hunger it was inevitable that those who prey upon the weak would fall upon her.
“Lookie what we got here Rocco…”
“Suh-weeet! Looks like we’re gonna have some fun today boys. Aint that right Mongo?”
“Yeah…but I get’s me a piece first Snake!”
As one the trio begin accosting the Asgardian. At first her efforts to fend them off are feeble at best. Then something sparked inside her….
“Unhand me you curs!!” she yelled and sent all three men in various directions with a shrug. Then with a gesture she summoned eldritch bands of energy ensnaring her would be attackers and holding them aloft before her. “I should flay you all for attempting to defile me. But you inadvertently freed me from my reverie, so I gift you with your pathetic lives. However….” With a thought, all of the hoodlums clothing tore free from their bodies and they were flung into the main street like so much garbage.
Amora then looked done at herself. “Tsk! This shall never do.” She said aloud and with a sweeping motion her tattered and stained clothing became whole once more.
She was herself again. At least in mind, and somewhat in body. Her lithe statuesque form stilled weighed in at 450 pounds and could perform feats of strength, while not godly, were still superior by human standards. Odin could not strip her of her Arcane knowledge she learned over the centuries. Her spellcasting, while weak in comparison to her former feats, could still match most Mortal sorcerers. And most important of all, she still had her beauty. But what to do now? She had to prove somehow that she had learned “Humility and Kindness.” Or she would forever be trapped and crippled in this mortal coil. What could she—Her thought process and stride was interrupted by a TV in the window of the local pawnshop. A bearded blond man was announcing tryouts for a local “Hero” group.
“OF COURSE!” she said, and willed herself into the air. “A hero…” she smiled and took off into the skyline.
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