[center][h1][color=gold] Amos [/color][/h1][/center]

Amos coughed as he awoke from his slumber, drink and late nights out never mixed. He might have learned that, after centuries, he in fact could get drunk, to stay away from alcohol but he liked the taste. It wasn't as good as Nectar, what was, but it was the only thing the humans could come up with. It numbed him, made him forget, made him seem [i]human[/i] for awhile. Then he'd sleep it off, and be back to square one.

"Good morning." came a soft voice next to him. 

Amos turned to look at the women next to him, [color=gold]"Morning." [/color]he replied in a tired voice. His memory was coming back to him again, they had found each other last night in some bar, and one thing led to another. Only rarely did Amos succumb to such bodily pleasures, but with little to do anymore and no major wars to fight in, one could fall easily to seduction. The women, whose name escaped him, was very pretty and he was sure they had a good time with one another but it was time for him to go.

He started to get up and collect his things. When he was dressed he turned to the women, who was sitting up and stretching.

[color=gold]"It was fun, but I should be going now. Goodbye." [/color]he started towards the door.

"Where will you go, Hank?" came her voice.

Amos stopped, Hank was his current persona, did he actually tell her that? Oh well. [color=gold]"Wherever the road takes me." [/color]Came his somber reply and then he left the room.

As soon as Amos left the small apartment building, he began to feel strange. It was a new sensation to him, like someone was slowly lighting a fire inside of him. It grew and grew and Amos found himself panicking. The alcohol was finally catching up to him it seemed, burning his insides! He collapsed onto his knees, he felt cold stone beneath his hands but it did little to relieve his pain. He began to wretch, throwing up what little contents he had in his stomach, before shutting his eyes. It felt like he was going to explode from heat and fire, that he would truly die and not come back and it terrified him, he had never felt such pain in his existence.

Then it was over. 

The fire had burnt out as quickly as it had came, leaving him in a state of- calm? He felt better, much better then before. He opened his eyes and could [i]see[/i]. He could see the smallest details in the pavement, and when he looked up he could see everything with a new clarity he had forgotten. It all began to click, the burning sensation wasn't of malice or alcohol, no, it was his powers returning.

Amos began to laugh out loud in the street, a great hearty laugh the likes of which rang pure, and one he had no heard from himself in such a long time. Amos the God of Valor had returned! But what did this truly mean? Were the gates of heaven open once more? Had the traitorous Death finally come to his senses? There was only one way to find out, he needed his sword. He reached out his hand and spoke,

[color=gold]"Cerbanis! I summon thee!" [/color] With giddy excitement. But he waited and waited and his sword did not come. 

Where on Earth had he left it?