Quick update: so at 11 Athena called the meeting to order. Well, 11:20, Xipe was late. His people only invented the recording of time... regardless, Thena was just into the main swing of the rousing oration about duty to ourselves and the protection of our people, when Xipe busted in, stammering and pointing to the kitchen. The priestess was just dragged through, he says. The one who moved the tripod. The one who posted the blogs.
By Epimetheus.
What the hades? He's been in Tartarus 200 years now.
Xipe dumped that on us and turned heel to track them.
And then the true oratory began. Goddesses love ya, Theeny, but you can talk the ear off a cob of corn. But there is a plan now. I stopped listening entirely, but I believe there will be an armament, and flanks, and... hold on.
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