Don't Look 'Em In the Eye

I learned the hard way that those snakes were actually basilisks. I thought Basilisks were lizards with large crests. And the damn things just would not frikken DIE. I practically chopped one to pieces before it finally stopped healing itself. I made eye contact with one and dear god did it hurt. I could heal myself, but poor Lexi got it, too.

Once we took the snakes down another Scion showed up in the form of a giant gold and bronze soldier and scooped up their handler. I tried to take a chunk out of the handler, but it was just too tough to damage... which is really impressive, actually.

A man named General Goras arrived after the fight (the giant scion having carried off the snake handler) with an escort of Minotaurs (which I eyed warily, they have a reputation). The Minotaurs were surprisingly disciplined. Anyway, after a short conversation we learned that this wasn't a planned attack like we thought. Nope, apparently, if you gather a bunch of legendary people in one area, it attracts titan activity like a magnet.

Other Scions were scattered around the area, dealing with pockets of Terra's minions and we decided to get Lexi back to the villa and to a proper healer. Healing seems to be the one thing our group doesn't do. Well, aside from regenerate our own wounds.

Now that I've had some time to myself and get my thoughts sorted, I'm beginning to have some real doubts about my extended family's sense of perspective. Sure, we forestalled fimbulvinter, but I'm still hearing a lot of troubling things on the television. Wars, disasters, political conflicts. I'm not a doomsayer and humanity's past is filled with conflict, but the world situation is quickly deteriorating. The titans are acting much more freely than before.

And what is the family of gods doing? Playing politics and puppets with their kids' love lives.