Literature
NeOlympus - Chapter 20
Apollo was waiting at the Great Temple of Delphi. Assembled around him was a throng of various members of the clergy: acolytes, inquisitors, templars, chalicers, lamplighters, hierophants, and even the Grand Pontifex and Grand Oracle sitting on the oracle's dais with the god. As his fingers rapped on the arm of the replica throne of his Olympian throne, Apollo felt a hand grip his wrist. The god glanced over at the oracle's withered hand and then at the woman herself. "Pythia," he said, acknowledging his first oracle. "Is something the matter?" "You should go outside," she said. Apollo was unsure how to respond to such a vague statement, but he knew better than questioning the oracle. He gave her a firm nod, stood up and quickly held a hand up to cease the approach of templars ready to escort the god. "I got this," he said as he stepped forward and hopped off the front of the dais, clearing the piles of daily sacrificial offerings and gifts laid at the base of the dais to appease
