Tossing on the floor of the temple grounds where the guards could sleep and the poor Akribos awoke with a jerk of his head as he breathed calmly even though he did awake so suddenly. Reaching up to his face with his large hand he felt the three rings that really did look as though they held the large scar together on his face. Sighing he remembered the dream, the goddess was always the type for dramatics. Looking at his side he picked up the black cat-o-nines as it had sharpened metal ends on it coated with the poison the sadistic goddess had created. He was an exception for most who was visited  now a days cause he was the oldest being on earth. A human at the times of the old Titans and a loyal temple guardian to Menoitios and then the last of his kind embodied with more power than any human, he laid in wait, gaining strength as he aged and then turned to Turael to grant him immortality till the day came to kill the bastard Zeus. The arrogant brat was needing to be cut down a notch, starting with his groin.<br/><br/>Sighing as he waited for the answer to clear in his head Akribos stood up slowly and looked over his things. He lived in the alleyways and slums of this world, but not needing to eat or drink had that advantage. He rarely did anything but drink from the gifts of Turael which kept him alive everyday of the last hundred million years. Gritting his teeth he adjusted his clothes and began to dress from his completely nude form he slept in. He looked at the others around the temple who were homeless and smirked at their sorrow, don't worry fools it is almost over for you. Grabbing his sling for his shield that he had made to make himself look not completely out of place in the modern world, though he wore leather pants and heavy leather boots, and topped with no shirt showing his scared and very well defined torso, most of them weren't from the gods, but the one on his face was. He kept on a beanie and an Arab DishDash, over his face. His spear head was tucked away under his shield and his spear by his side was a long unbreakable staff that he used like a walking cane in public. It was odd, feeling like you should have died, but knowing you won't for the promise you made before anything here was destroyed a few times over.<br/><br/>Brushing himself off he pulled on his large cloak to put over his shoulders as he walked, looking like an odd large man who fell on far to many hard lucks and now seemed like a wandering husk with nothing inside. Wandering out towards the streets of the large town he was in he walked towards his location of his target. Angnhil, he hadn't heard that name in a time beyond long. Groaning as he stretched and cracked his back walking towards the regular folks, that didn't know they were seeing the oldest living thing of this earth. Though human's being the shortest lived species on the earth sort of does that to the other races. The temple was an old broken down one that no one ever used so they turned it into a place for the homeless, he enjoyed the company of the damned as the culture saw it. The cloudy skies raise above him as he headed south towards the harbor of Cork, Ireland. America was the place.<br/><br/>He had heard the American culture were much different from the fishing city of Cork, but he doubted that they were much different than the usual as he boarded the boats and watched the crew load up for the trip. He towered over most of the groups here, and most all the humans, but what was most deceptive was how he hid his face from the world, and kept his armor, blessed by a being older than the Olympians themselves,  and unbreakable by mortal weapons, and the Cat-O-Nines on his hip now was even more strange for a man as large as he, but he rarely let the gifts of the gods go to waste.<br/><br/>Carrying a large ruck sack had his helmet, a gift from Turael to hid his scar, and was formed to hold his rings on his head in place so they wouldn't rip while he fought in it. Remaining mostly human, Akribos could heal in hours what would take weeks or months for the average human, he rarely was cut and never aged with the power of training for millions of year, he could out fight in single combat most anything. Inside the ruck sack was also a large arm plate armor which was jet black and given to him by the old titan whom he worship in his mortal years.<br/><br/>The boats pulled away now, the harbor becoming small as his journey began towards the world across the water, and full of Olympian servants, he couldn't wait to face real opponents again. It had been far too long that he had remained dormant under Turael's request, since she knew that he would do as she asked, if she asked. If she demanded, often times it was when Akribos fought the most to barter. Which having millions of years worth of torment under his belt, she gave him some room as far as his service, but he submitted himself willingly to her insanity and dark wants of the being she had collared. He shuddered slightly at how brutal the woman enjoyed her sexual wants in his dreams. Gritting his teeth he went below deck and began to assemble his weapons and armor on his body, using the large cloth over his shoulders as cover to hide them, but for now he was on his knees praying. “Turael, I have heard you cries and seen your signs, I shall journey to the Americas as requested with the hope that you will guide my suffering to my enemies and bring them with fury so that I may cut them from their mortal existence.”<br/><br/>Bowing his head he spoke one last time before he began exercising in his small bunk room, getting his blood flowing. His toned body adjusting to having his armor on once again, his eyes low as he spoke to himself softly, his own mantra while he pushed himself to get used to wearing the heavy armor again. Standing he put his spear together and put it next to the door on the wall along with his large shield. His arms were ready and now his armor was. Sweet glorious battle was coming from across the ocean. He couldn't wait to meet the faces of the soon to be dead. “Thank you Turael, guide me on this trip, my dreams and my body are yours to enjoy.” With that he laid down to sleep and rest up for the journey, his armor still on while he slept and his sword next to him on the bed.