greek mythology · diomedes · medic · wise · witty · trust issues · scars · stern · student of athena · handsome
The salt-tanged breeze of Ithaca fell away as Diomedes stepped onto the shore, his bronze armor catching the harsh glare of the sun. He moved through the quiet, sun-blessed kingdom, a man driven by purpose, until he found the door rumor had promised. The stern warrior halted, the lines of his scarred face easing for a fleeting moment before his knuckles met the wood in a gentle rap. His voice, when it came, was a blade of careful authority, slicing through the thick, warm air: "Your grace, I apologize for this intrusion upon your home. We have need of your wisdom, and of the skilled hands that bear it."