5633/Flames of War

Flames of War
Date of Scene:	23 October 2018
Location:	Space
Synopsis:	Sindr invades Raethon III, runs into Ares
Cast of Characters:	Sindr, Ares
Tinyplot:	Burning Host

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Sindr has posed:
The Fringes of Sector 2814, Planet Something or Other where Sindr stands atop a mountain, in the guise of something approximating a tall human with slight demonic features, gazing down on some civilizations below. There is no one with her at this time - her minions tend to blather on so and if it weren't for her ignoring most of what they say, she'd never get any productive thinking done in their presence. Still, this is not the time for that. Below, there are more than a couple of large valleys, most teeming with civilization. This world is rich in resources, which she intends to plunder along with its population.

Ares has posed:
On this planet, a warrior in pitch black armor engraved with rams on the chest, pauldrons, and gauntlets. a tattered cloak with fur around the neck falls to the floor, he wears no helmet, though his eyes stare to the mountains where the fire demons await.

Ares was evacuating the city. one of many. Does he intend to fight alone?

It certainly would not be the first time. His eyes lock with Sindr's as he starts to walk up the mountain, no weapons on his person as of yet, but clearly the God of War sought some kind of Audience with Queen Sindr.

Sindr has posed:
Sindr doesn't appear to either; but then, someone of her power and skill doesn't have to carry them about like a plebian to arm themselves swiftly and efficiently. She is patient in waiting for the God of War - it's not like either of them are running short of it, after all - and by the time he arrives she is present in all her splendor. He is no mere manling, after all. Even taller, horns showing, flames engulfing her.

"Ares."

The way his name gets spoken bears recognition, and the smile she wears is confident - haughty even - as ever, but not without some hint of respect. "I had wondered who'd show up first."

Ares has posed:
The God of War eventually arrived in front of Cinder. he himself was about 6'4" tall in his Godly form, looking slightly up at Sindr, A smile on his face. "Sindr. You look well. I'm sorry about your father." No, he wasn't really, but respect given is respect returned.

"I already know your intentions. I don't want to fight you, but I will. If any of the other Olympians arrived, it would be an easy victory for you."

Ares smiles then. He is the God of War after all.

Sindr has posed:
The Queen of Cinders inclines her head, accepting the gesture about her father for what it is. No doubt she admired her sire, but grief isn't something she has the heart or the luxury for anyway. "I would enjoy war with you, Ares, worthy opponent that you'd be. It would be counter to my purpose, I think." She takes a step toward the vista below.

"I don't suppose you'd join me instead." she says, a moment later. "I have need of their resources, their... science. Theirs and others and more. There'd be bloodshed a-plenty, sacrifices enough for both of us to slake our desires. I wouldn't even mind if you spurred both sides, as long as it didn't de-rail what I'm after."

Ares has posed:
Ares almost forced a smile. Almost. Though he shakes his head. "While I may find myself playing sides, as it were, my intention is to prevent your advance until the people can get off world. I hear their prayers."

Though he does smile. "But, we will see. I have not faced a creature of flame in quite some time." a large battleax with godly energies fueling it appears in his hand. "I pray we do not face each other on the battlefield. I would hate to kill you."

Sindr has posed:
"Well." Sindr says with a sigh. "That's inconvenient."

The giantess turns, facing Ares once again. There's a smile, "We will cross that bridge only should we reach it. Now, how many do you intend to save? Surely not everyone on this world pays you homage."

Ares has posed:
"Indeed it is." There is a small look of regret on Ares's face, but he does give her a nod. "As many as I can, preferably. you may take the nation to the north without resistance from me. they scourge the gods and believe themselves superior. I have no desire to defend them." Seems he is here to defend those who pay heed to divinity.

"Attempt to take those who have adherent faith, and your forces will meet their end at my hand."

Sindr has posed:
Sindr takes a couple of steps away and to the side, wondering aloud, "I am of course willing to make those accommodations, but what are we trading on here, Ares? Our past cordials? Are there considerations to be owed? How shall I tell one fleshling from another?"

She looks over her shoulder at Ares then, one flaming brow arched higher than the other. "I mean, if this were properly negotiated, I could allow your adherents to march with mine and enjoy mutual rewards. Muspel flames set for your worshippers to sacrifice the bodies of the slain to your glory. There would be little need for them to flee their homes."

Ares has posed:
Ares seems to chuckle rather faintly. "You are trying rather hard to avoid fighting me, arn't you? I am the God of War, not negotiations. If you want that, find my sister." of course, to that he references Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge.

"Though, I must admit. You're offer is tempting. Perhaps we shall see how the first day goes, hm?" Ares offers that much, standing tall and defiant against the Queen of Cinders, whom he was once close to.

Sindr has posed:
Sindr's response is quite serious in tone, "Hardly. I would gladly go to war with you, as I said earlier, but it would consume time better spent on my current desires. It is much more in my favor to have you on my side, now. We can always battle one another some other time, some other world."

She takes on that more human form, looking at him eye to eye. "It helps that I find you far more agreeable than those flaming Asgardians." There's a tiny smile at that, and she looks below again. "To the north, you say? Easily done; I shall redirect my efforts there, while you decide whether your people shall continue to flee, or gird for war."

Ares has posed:
Ares seems to chuckle softly, but nods appreciatively. "Asgardians are not people you can normally negotiate with. I found that out the fun way during the Olympian-Asgardian War. Regardless of this, thank you for accepting my offer." He smiles.

"I will accept that time. I don't want to fight you unless I must. Are we not friends?' he says with a hint of amusement in his tone.

Sindr has posed:
Sindr merely looks at him, and one might think for a moment there is a flicker of incredulity in the expression she wears... but she is the daughter of Surtur. Surely not her, right? She looks over the other side of the mountain, which shields the valleys below from her war. There, the lands are ablaze, and beings pour through a large gateway purified for her invasion by Muspelfire, brought into being by her Will, and rendered lasting by the construction of an archway.

"Friends." she repeats with no emotion attached to the word, a foreign concept most likely, given her father, given her rearing. It's left there, that word, hanging between them.