I just want to start off by saying that I know that there are no orcs or elves in Greek mythology, I just thought that they would be a good addition to the story.
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There was quite a commotion going on in Mount Olympus, some Gods were outraged, some didn't want to be there and some were drunk. Nevertheless, on this day every Olympian god and goddess were sitting on their designated thrones, wondering why they were called here.
"What is the meaning of this Zeus! Why do you call us here?" Said Hades, furious he was pulled out of the underworld.
"I didn't call anyone, I assure you," Zeus said trying to calm him.
"Oh this is just a huge waste of time, who called us Zeus?" Hermes complained.
"I did," said Aphrodite as she walked in the meeting room completely naked, exposing her perfect perky breasts and beautiful wet crotch. Her beauty wasn't matched by anyone in the mortal world or on Olympus and despite her charm and wit she wasn't loved by the rest of the Olympians. Her unpopularity in Olympus was mostly due to her love of mortals. She was the only Goddess other than Athena that had a clergy dedicated to her and she frequently assisted mortals on quests and wars.
"Really, who let this happen, why are we listening to this whore," Hades hissed, ready to stand up and return to the underworld.
"You fools! Do you have any idea of what is happening in the mortal world!" She shouted.
"I don't know and I don't care," Athena quipped.
"Athena, you of all people! Don't you know that Medusa is loose!" The minute those words left her mouth every Olympian stopped and listened attentively to what she had to say.
"Th-that's impossible, I trapped her at the end of the world, she can't leave," Athena said.
"Yes well, she did, and guess what, she's not turning people into stone, she's hypnotizing them. Do you have any idea how much damage she could do to your temples and shrines. She wants vengeance," Aphrodite said.
"How will we stop her, it's to risky for an Immortal to confront her. With one of us under her control she could destroy anything," Hermes asked.
"One of my top priestesses is already on it, it will take a while but she will defeat Medusa," She said confidently.
"Wait, wait, did you say one, please tell me she's an Orc," Hades said.
"I cannot have my entire clergy attempting to fight Medusa and no, she is not an Orc. Those foul creatures cannot be members of my church. She is human, human and skilled in combat,"
"A human against an immortal monster, the odds aren't exactly in our favor. This better work Aphrodite," Zeus said.
"I agree, This all seems futile, there is no way any human can defeat Medusa without the help of powerful, Elven magic, and you don't have any shrines or temples in the Elven Capitol," Athena said.
"I assure you, It will work and as for the lack of magic, I already have the perfect elf,"
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Adric ran and squeezed through the crowds of people in line to purchase potions or food as he tried to make it to his shop. Nadilia was a busy place, it was mostly populated by humans and orcs, which is why living there was so hard for him. He was the only elf in Nadelia and although the humans accepted him, he was not well received by the orcs. He had learned to ignore their prejudice though, and he did his best to avoid them.
Adric was very, very late. People expected him to be at his shop at seven and it was already eight. He ran through the crowds for two minutes until he finally made it to his shop. To his disappointment, the line to get in was massive and the people in it were not in a good mood. It was going to be a long day.
It was hard being the village blacksmith, it was his job to build all the weapons in Nadelia and enchant every one of them. As he unlocked the door he could hear the customers screaming and groaning. He was used to this by now, the people of Nadelia weren't exactly known for their patience. He worked every day from morning to night, forging and enchanting the villager's weapons and armor and he made a very substantial living out of it. It's not like they could go to anyone else to enchant their weapons. He was the only elf in town, and that meant the only one who had any knowledge of magic.
Adric did little to set up his shop. All he did was set up a table and grab a piece of paper to write down each customers name and how they wanted their item enchanted. He sat down in front of the table and took the first customer's order.
The first customer was a strong, beautiful female orc. She was wearing the typical female orc attire which was a small brown cloth to cover her breasts and a brown loin cloth to cover her crotch.
"Good morning," he said, not expecting any type of friendly response.
"Enchant these for me will ya. I demand an endurance spell and a durability spell," she groaned, plopping a huge silver sword on the table and beginning to leave.
"You forgot my payment miss," he said.
"Hah, I'm not paying a weakling like you, and I want it by tomorrow," she scoffed, beginning to walk out the door .
Adric was used to this type of treatment and he knew the only way for it to stop was through force. Without thinking he picked up his wooden bow and aimed it at her. He shot the arrow and it landed right where he wanted it. The arrow ripped right through the flimsy cloth covering her breasts and the cloth fell to the floor, exposing her small, perky boobs.
"Shit, damn you elf," she said covering her breasts.
"No pay, no enchantment," he said smirking.
"Here's your payment, I hope you rot in Hades, you weakling," she said putting the cloth back over her breasts and stomping away.
The rest of the customers gave him no trouble, except for some orcs who demanded all their armor be enchanted in two hours. After he was finished with the bulk of the customers he was able to start enchanting items and this would take him the whole night to finish.
This was his entire routine, he did this everyday without fail. He wished he could leave Nadelia, he really did, but what would he do? His entire life was here, and the only other thing he was skilled in other than being a blacksmith was archery. He could join the elven army, but why would he risk his life like that? This internal monologue played over and over in his head while he kept on enchanting the items.
It was already four in the afternoon and he was almost done enchanting all the villager's weapons. He had just begun to enchant the last weapon when he heard his door creak open. He kept on enchanting, without looking at the customer and when he heard the person approach his desk he began to speak.