|The Battle for Mt Olympus|
|Link||The Battle for Mt Olympus|
|Size||17 Players (Large)|
|Start Date||January 07, 2009|
|Winning Faction||Achaeans & Hermes|
|First to Die||Yoruichi-san|
|Last Remaining||A. Person, Prof. Templeton, dawh, SomeGuy, GreyCells, PuzzleGirl, Reaymond, O'mally, Brandonb|
It began on January 07, 2009 and ended in a Achaeans & win in N7 (January 20th).
OK, this will be the first of three games. There's no obligation to play all 3, but there is incentive: all surviving characters continue on to the next game. In addition, they, plus the top 5 rated players will get special/secret abilities in the following game (based on a rating scale similar to Sinistral's in Pirate Mafia~great idea 8-) ). For now there are no secrets. There will be a story (beginning with the Night 1 post): It begins with the Iliad. Where it ends... is totally up to you ;)
One team may not recruit both Gods, but they may recruit 1 God and Calchus. All three Free Agents automatically join the team's BTSC group if they get recruited.
Each day someone is voted to be Sacrificed. That person gets to give an offering to either Apollo or Hermes in the dying hope that they will join their living comrades. Gods cannot give Offerings to Apollo or Hermes.
Daily Sacrifice: Hera has defied Zeus, who told her not to take sides, and has taken the side of Troy. Likewise, Poseidon has taken the side of the Achaeans. Each day the Sacrifice will be made to one these two Gods. Neither God will kill another God. Hera will not kill a Trojan and Poseidon will not kill an Achaean. Offerings may still be made. The chance of getting Hera or Poseidon is 50%, unless one has appeared two days in a row. The following Day, the other God will appear. Each player sacrificed will not reveal their role, but their allegiance may be determined depending on the outcome.
Win Condition: The team that wins is the team with the player(s) left alive. If the 3 Free Agents aren't recruited and live, they also "win" and will be in the second game as well. But obviously there should be a high incentive to want to recruit any of them given their abilities. A primary objective is to get as many people from your group and independents into your BTSC group a.s.a.p. but it isn't necessary for a win, it just makes things easier. And like I said, the team left standing wins, be it Trojans or Achaeans.
- Hector (Troy's most skilled Warrior and Prince): begins with BTSC with Priam. May kill each Night. If he targets a God, he has only a 50% chance of killing them.
- Priam (Troy's King and Tactical Leader): begins with BTSC with Hector. Guesses 3 different character actions each Night. If he is correct about any/all of them, he will gain the ID of the player. He may not guess the inactivity of a God who acted the Night/Day beforehand. If the player is a Trojan, they will join Troy's BTSC group.
- Paris (Hector's younger brother and known Coward): Paris cannot die unless all other Trojans are dead. If he is targeted, he will be given a list from Aphrodite (who favors him for his beauty) containing all the names of the living Trojans. He will gladly choose who to sacrifice in his stead. He may send Aphrodite to save someone each night. There is no need to save himself, but if he is targeted, Aphrodite will too busy to save anyone else and that action will be nullified. Paris gains the ability of Priam and/or Hector if they should die. If all Trojan BTSC players die, Paris gains control of that as well.
- Helen (The Face that launched 1,000 ships~and started this whole mess): May seduce someone each night with her beauty, nullifying their actions. This only fails on the husband she left behind, Menelaus. He is too angry to see her beauty anymore.
- Aeneas (a gallant general fighting for Troy): May target one person each night. There is a 50/50 chance he will either kill them in a proper duel or take exception at his opponent's skill and decide to befriend them. If he befriends them, he will keep them safe that night but no longer after that, unless he targets them again and does not kill them (then he befriends them for life and may no longer target them). If chance let's Aeneas attempt a kill on a God, he has a 25% chance of a successful kill.
- Agenor (a brave Trojan soldier): May protect anyone each night (never himself). If he protects the same person twice, there is a 50% he may die for them. 3 times = 75% and 4 = 100%. If he protects someone from Achilles though, he will die for certain. Each Night he may guess Achilles' ID. If he is correct, he will be able to stop Achilles without injury from then on, unless Achilles targets him directly that is.
The Achaeans: (the Greeks)
- Achilles (Achaea's greatest Warrior): begins with BTSC with Agamemnon. May kill each Night. If he targets a God, he has only a 50% chance of killing them.
- Agamemnon (Achaea's Commanding General): begins with BTSC with Achilles. Guesses 3 different character actions each Night. If he is correct about any/all of them, he will gain the ID of the player. He may not guess the inactivity of a God who acted the Night/Day beforehand. If the player is an Achaean , they will join Achaea's BTSC group.
- Odysseus (Achaea's brilliant strategist): cannot die unless all other Achaeans are dead. If he is targeted, he will be given a list from Athena (who favors him for his mind) containing all the names of the living Achaeans. He must choose who to sacrifice in his stead. It will be tough, but he knows he must live on at all costs via a vision gifted to him by the Soothsayer Calchus a long time ago. Each night he may guess the actions of 3 different characters and if any/all are correct he will setup traps to nullify those actions. Odysseus gains the ability of Agamemnon and or Achilles if they should die. If all Achaean BTSC players die, Odysseus gains control of that as well.
- Diomedes (a brave soldier of Achaea): May target one person each night. There is a 50/50 chance he will either kill them in a proper duel or take exception at his opponent's skill and decide to befriend them. If he befriends them, he will keep them safe that night but no longer after that, unless he targets them again and does not kill them (then he befriends them for life and may no longer target them). If chance let's Diomedes attempt a kill on a God, he has a 25% chance of a successful kill.
- Nestor (a wise old Achaean soldier): Each night he may visit a fellow Achaean. If they are a fighter, he will inspire them, boosting all of their kill percentages to 100%. If they are not attacking that night, his inspiration will boost their defensive prowess and give them a 50% chance of surviving any of their attacker's kill strokes. He may not speak with the same Achaean 2 nights in a row.
- Menelaus: (Helen's husband who will stop at nothing for vengeance) Each night he may guess Paris' ID. If correct he will threaten him and halt Paris from saving anyone but himself. He detests Paris for stealing Helen and wants him to fully realize his own cowardice as his allies fall. Menelaus cannot be seduced by Helen. Each night, he may protect anyone but himself or choose to attack Paris if he has already RID him, forcing him to sacrifice another Trojan. Menelaus does not get to have full vengeance though. If Paris is the last Trojan standing, he may not attack him.
The Gods: are crazy powerful ~ get used to it :D All Gods' actions are limited to never be used 2 Nights or 2 Days in a row. This is a decree from Zeus himself, since he wants to see how this battle plays out and not allow the Gods to completely dominate the battlefield.
Ares (The God of War - fights for and wins with the Trojans): May completely stop all malicious actions taken any night, but not twice in a row. If only Paris and Ares remain for the Trojans, Ares will begin killing each night with 100% accuracy. His Kill will not be nullified if he also wishes to stop all other malicious acts.
Athena (The Goddess of Wisdom in War - fights for and wins with the Achaeans): May stop the Sacrifice any Day, but not twice in a row. If only Odysseus and Athena remain for the Achaeans, Athena will begin killing each day (in addition to the sacrifice) with 100% accuracy. Her dying does not impact Odysseus' role information of living Achaeans.
- Apollo (The God of the Sun - Must be recruited, wins with team or if he survives without being recruited): May end the Day early whenever he wants. As God of the Sun he may choose to advance the Day however fast he chooses. He must send me a PM and the time he specifies (may specify 'right now' or 'in 4 hours' for example) is final whether I'm on or not. The Sacrifice will be whoever has the most votes at that time of the PM. If Apollo is recruited and the last member standing aside from Odysseus or Paris, he will begin killing people each night in frustration. Apollo also knows exactly how to recruit Calchus. Apollo may be recruited with 2 Offerings from one side.
- Hermes (The Messenger God - Must be recruited, wins with team or if he survives without being recruited): May send one message each night and each day to a specific character (through pms to me and only once per 2 cycles - meaning a day and a night out of every 2 days and 2 nights). Hermes also knows exactly how to recruit Calchus. Hermes may be recruited with 3 Offerings from one side.
- Calchus (The Soothsayer - Must be recruited, wins with team or if he survives without being recruited): Has a secret way of being recruited that varies each Night and Day. Only Apollo and Hermes are privy to this information and will only gain it once they have joined the BTSC of a team. Each Day and each Night, Calchus will learn "see" a random character's action, if they have one at that time. He will be notified if the random character is action-less at Night or at Day.
Game Idea and ExpectationsEdit
Great game everyone and thanks for playing! Congratulations to the Achaeans and Hermes for winning! ;)
I don't know when the next one will be, but it will feature Athena, Apollo, Hermes, Odysseus, Nestor, Diomedes, and Calchus. The Top 5 players were pretty easy to pick out. Unfortunately, not everyone could see the BTSC conversations, because there was really great gameplay from everyone.
Prof. Templeton, dawh, Brandonb, SomeGuy and unreality stood out from the group though (sorry for having no grid of actions, but like I said, this is mostly based on BTSC discussion, and SG for winning as an Independent :) )
All of those characters and those 5 players (should they play in the next game) will have a super-special-secret ability. B))
I forgot to mention Calchus' recruitment requirements. The first night/day cycle, the Achaean BTSC team had to get 4 people to type 'Tartarus' that were not on the BTSC team. I think they only got unreality ;)
The second was during the night. They had to get every player to post at least once, which was not even close :P
The third one was to get a God sacrificed. It could have been Athena or Apollo as long as no one on the Achaean BTSC team voted for them. Luckily for them everyone voted for dawh (Apollo) and they got Calchus :)
- Prof. Templeton - Odysseus
- LIS - Menelaus
- GreyCells - Athena
- reaymond - Diomedes
- impervious - Agamemnon
- Brandonb - Nestor
- Y-San - Achilles
- O'mally - Calchus - recruited to winning faction
- dawh - Apollo - recruited to winning faction
- SomeGuy - Hermes - won by surviving
Day and Night PostsEdit
|Night 1: Struggle on the Trojan Shores|
|The Sun began to set over Mount Olympus. The brilliant hues of its descent shone through the impressive glass and stone sculptures surrounding the throne room of the mighty Zeus. Zeus sat with a rigid back and stiff arms, his wife Hera at his side. She placed her hand on his opposite shoulder and ran her fingers across his back. Zeus didn't even blink.
Zeus: The Achaeans will reach the Trojan shore tonight my Dear.
Hera: I'm aware my Lord. Have you chosen a side?
Zeus: No.. and neither will you. ...oh my dearest Hera how you run my mind ragged. I know your ways too well, but I command you to not take part in this War! Leave the mortals be. I'm most interested in the outcome of this battle since I love both Achaea and Troy. Agamemnon and Priam both hold equal place in my heart. It would be an outrage for either to draw the wrath of the Gods.
Hera: My husband, please. If you know me so well, then know that I would never defy your will. Now... I must see to some pressing matters. ...if you'll please excuse me my Lord.
Zeus grabbed her hand as she began to drift away, halting her in mid-stride. "Of course" he muttered as he glanced over to her confident eyes. "Of course you would never defy me my dearest Wife. And of course you may be excused." His tone reached an almost sinister level as he let her hand go. Hera withdrew from his grasp, quickly rubbed her hand and then swept her flowing robe over the pain she wished she had hidden from him. "What is that woman up to now?" Zeus pondered as he leaned his head over his elbow on his throne's arm, agitated and deep in thought.
He stroked his heavy white beard as Hermes flashed into existence before his him and knelt to the throne of his father.
Zeus: Ah, my trusted son Hermes. Always keen to my needs. And always punctual. Never have you strayed your course from me. Which is more than I can say for some others... but forget that now. What news have you?
Hermes: The Sun has now set and Apollo is nowhere to be found in the Heavens.
Zeus: Hmph. As I planned. He vest too much interest in the outcome of this battle. I command you to counter his efforts. Go now, stealthy Hermes. Travel lightly and quick and reach the Trojan shore before him.
Hermes: As you wish my Lord Father.
With that, Hermes vanished and sped down to the Earth, his winged feet traveling faster than the eye could see. Zeus conversed with himself: "That accounts for my headstrong son Apollo... Ares and Athena will surely be present in this matter as well. But Hera... she adds an element I am not prepared to counter." Zeus rose from his seat and slowly walked to the edge of the room's precipice. He peered deep down to the seas. An enormous burst came forth from the deep sea and took the shape of a mighty face. The face winked up at Zeus and slowly descended from sight, leveling the water as if it was never there. "Thank you brother. Your love of the Achaeans runs deep as the sea. A fair trade for Hera's hatred of them. Now my mind can still knowing the Gods are at equal strength in this affair."
The Achaean ships hit the Trojan shore and the soldiers poured from the vessels. Achilles led the group, followed by his powerful warriors, the Myrmidons. Hector rallied his soldiers and prepared several battle formations to counter the Achaean onslaught. Groups from each party began to form flanks and crept out under the veil of darkness.
Reaymond noticed a bright light emanating near him. He was bewildered by its radiance. After a time of searching for its source he realized he was all alone, but he did not care. He had to find it! He came upon a seductive cornerstone and knew she stood around the way. He edged closer and closer to the stone's end. When he reached the end, he slowly ducked his head around and met eyes with a beauty too unfathomable for description. His eyes were fixated and his mind lost control of his body. The stunning beauty Helen watched as he collapsed to the ground.
All the Achaeans had cleared from the ship except Nestor. He sat on a trunk gazing at his own reflection. "The battles I've seen. The warriors I've known. The warrior I was. Such strength and power no longer exists in this world. It's a shame, but also a lesson. Gazing at myself, a wrinkled old man, though I possess more knowledge than most of these youngsters combined. It's that experience that keeps one alive in such times, not skill with the spear and sword. ...though I'm not too rusty with those either. hehehe. Perhaps this old man still has more fight in him than these young Trojans would anticipate?"
A group of Trojan soldiers sped down the Eastern crags toward the Achaean ships. They came across a strange man in a dark robe. Calchus pulled his cowl tight around his face as the men approached. Seeming to be no threat, the Trojans pushed their way past him, spewing angry slurs and curses at the nuisance. Calchus stumbled and nearly fell as they pushed him, but took hold of a stone wall.
Standing amidst the moonlit spikes and twisted shadows of the tide-broken stones, Calchus muttered back at the group:
A few Trojans turned, picking rocks and threw them at Calchus. Calchus raised an arm to fend them off as he used his other hand to keep his identity concealed. He withdrew from them, yelling:
"Shut up you old geezer! Just stay out of our way and stay silent!" The Trojans whispered angrily at Calchus who ducked into an overhanging overlooking the bright crescent moon. He wrapped his cloak around his body and rocked back and forth in anticipation of the event he had already witnessed.
Achilles, dawned in his ominous black helmet and armor, unsheathed his sword and rushed at the Achaeans ready to kill them all by himself. Just after he took the first step, the crescent moon slanted in the sky as if it were a smile. All the warriors from each side halted at the odd omen. Just what was happening? Suddenly a second moon appeared to the right of this one. Then they both began to open as if they were eyes, and everyone watching realized that the true Moon was actually behind them. The enormous eyes looked back and forth over the battle that had yet to begin. The constellations began to take the shape of a giant man. It was surely one of the Gods. All of the warriors remained still. Most shivered. Achilles did not flinch. The God shrank his size, and slowly descended onto the beach. He still towered over everyone like a giant though. Color began to form his features. A beard and hair of fire, red menacing eyes and gauntleted fore-arms with fists the size of boulders.
Ares: You all dare fight without my permission?! So you forget your place? Forget the God of War!? How foolish to take life on the first Night of battle! Likewise, how awful to die on the first Night of battle. No! I shall not allow it!
Achilles paid Ares no mind and rushed at his target. Ares grabbed Achilles' sword at the hilt. The two locked eyes and Ares flung the swift deadly assassin Achilles high into the sky and back toward his ship. Achilles regained his composure midair and landed on his feet, sliding back thirty paces he reached an arm out to stop his movement against his ship, fierce eyes locked determinedly onto Ares.
Achilles: This isn't over! The Gods will not sway my rage! I will have vengeance, Hector's head and Troy burned to the ground! This in NOT over!
Ares: You're damned right it's not.
|Day 1: An Illness Spreads across the Achaean ships|
|After an un-fulfilling Night, the Achaeans meandered restlessly among their ships, glancing up the steep and vast Trojan shore, past it's fertile land, to only what appeared as a gleaming particle of light. That light was the Castle of Troy, Priam's home and the symbol of all the Achaeans wished to destroy.
One fighter glanced up and then bent over spewing all over the ground. Then another, ten paces off, fell on his back and writhed in agony. They all felt chills and broke out in fevers. Some of their skin cracked open with lesions that began to fester within the hour. It was not natural. It was surely the wrath of a God who had taken ill will against these men.
Y-San arose from his offering. Watching the gutted cow burn in an Offering to the Lord Apollo. "My Lord Apollo. This offering is in hope that you join our side. Please join the Achaeans and please end this madness! Our men are nearly dead from the plague that has been cursed upon us."
The area around Y-San lit up brighter than the rest of the land and he received word from Apollo that this offering was not in vain and that only one more would suffice for his allegiance. The illness however was not his doing. He provided a tip, that it was none other than the spiteful Goddess Hera. She had taken offense to the Achaeans and their pursuit of Troy's damnation. Only a sacrifice to her would ease the sickness. Maybe not forever, but at least for the day.
Y-San prayed for Athena to save him. "How loyal I have been to you my Goddess of Wisdom. Ever-loving to our cause. Please take pity on me and my ilk and stop Hera before it is too late." But then darkness settled over Y-San. His words echoed into the emptiness, never heard. He turned to face his destiny as Hera appeared before him. Before he knew it he was slashed in half and then again and fell to pieces on the beach. Hera stood over the mound, "I will take this sacrifice as penitence for the Achaeans' transgressions here. I will lift the plague temporarily, but only that. May your torment suit you in Tartarus."
The Achaeans began to heal instantly and within ten minutes they were leaping with joy and praising the benevolent Gods. They found their comrade Y-San with tokens over his dead eyes, haulting their jubilation. All realized he made the ultimate sacrifice for the good of the whole. The waiting Trojans watched from high above, the funeral pyre of the Achaean Y-San. It brought them no comfort, but the serenity of the moment would only last until dusk, when Hector would roust his men into a frenzy.
|Night 2: Confusion throughout the Camps|
|Agamemnon sat by the shore peering away from the Trojan camp. The black waves continued to pound and crash against the ships. He looked to the sky almost in tears at the sacrifice one of his own men had to make to that fiendish Hera. "Just what am I to do? My mind is a flood of rage and sorrow and... despair. Great Lord Zeus please guide my mind, my body, my sword. Help me find my lost men among these accursed beaches. Having them scattered so is tearing at my heart."
As Agamemnon pleaded to Zeus, who favored him and considered him a General among generals, the trustworthy old warrior Nestor walked slowly up beside his commander. "How worried you look Agamemnon. This is not the Agamemnon I know. The boy I watched become the most brilliant tactician of his age. Leader of the Achaean fleet and supreme General, favored by Lord Zeus himself."
Agamemnon: Thank you my old friend. But it seems even Zeus has turned his back on me. No matter how much I ask and plead and sacrifice he refuses to show me a sign, a path, any means to victory. I've lost one of my finest men and now I sit in despair and weakness and Zeus laughs.
Nestor: Oh I don't think he's laughing my Lord. No, just the opposite I'm sure. Zeus finds himself divided between his love for you and his love of the Trojan King Priam. Expect no favor from him, but do not fear his wrath or his neglect. He's watching and waiting. Waiting for you to become the pillar this group needs. A sturdy foundation of unrivaled mind and physical dominance. Take up your sword of Kings and rally your men. You will feel Zeus within your heart as yours warms while you do what you were born to do. You were born to lead these men. You were born to take Troy.
Agamemnon looked over at Nestor's serious face and felt renewed vigilance. He breathed in sharply and exhaled all his sorrow and regret. Then the fire returned to his eyes and he began rallying the Achaeans into exhilaration.
Diomedes took in every word from his Captain-Commander's mouth. Agamemnon set a fire in his heart that could only be quenched with the kill of a worthy adversary. He stalked out into the night. He slew soldier after soldier in a riveting display of skill, until he saw a twinkle in the eye of someone among the shore. He disregarded all other warriors and pushed them aside, stepping closer and closer to his prey. He had a feeling this one was of key importance to the battle and would not leave his sight alive. Diomedes reached the man and spun him around by his shoulder. "What is your name?" "I am Lost in Space." "Lost are you? Then allow me to guide you to your final resting place in Tartarus."
LIS' eyes widened as the spear sank deep into his midsection. The seemingly possessed Diomedes let his foe slide off the spear to die on the ground and then continued to fight on slaying fighter after fighter, Agamemnon's encouragement ringing in his ears.
Calchus remained hidden among the twisted, intertwining rocks and spires of erosion along the coast. He sat just out of reach of the crashing waves and huddled under his cloak. He continued to rock back and forth, shivering and muttering to himself:
|Day 2: Athena's Decision|
|The fighting was beginning to get to Brandonb. He was shaking and shivering huddled on a large rock on the outskirts of the beach. "How can I go on? It's a complete meleé out there! There's no order! I just... I just... There's only one way to win... to sacrifice myself! That's it! It's madness, but I must do it." He rose and walked steadfastly to the nearest temple, where he would properly sacrifice himself, but his steps were halted. As if his mind was emptied of all his worry, he began to think with a clear head. He looked across his surroundings and saw the battlefield as a chessboard that was still begging to be used.
Bb felt the warm clasp of a hand on his shoulder as he surveyed the beach. It was the Goddess he has prayed to earlier in the day. Athena in the flesh had appeared to him as he had asked and all was well. He regained his composure. "I see now that a sacrifice today would be a waste. Thank you my Goddess Athena! Your Wisdom has set my path straight and to the quick. I now know what I must do. I must prepare an Offering to ______. Excuse me as I make haste!"
Athena allowed a slight grin and then vanished, no one else having seen her presence. Bb hurried to make a decision of who he would grant an Offering. "Shall I ask the Celestial Apollo or the Swift Hermes?" All waited with impatience for his decision. He stood between the temples of Apollo and Hermes. Which would he enter?
Editor's Note: Poseidon would have been the Sacrificial God had it come to that.
Brandon entered Apollo's in next post and recruited him.
|The Recruitment of Apollo|
|Brandonb walked up the steps to Apollo's temple with the body of a Trojan warrior. He tossed the warrior down before the great statue of the Sun God and pierced the body's heart with his blade. Blood began to flow through the carefully carved design in the ground forming a seal. The symbol was of an archer piercing the Sun itself with an arrow of blood. When the blood filled the floor's engraving, the statue's eyes opened. Slowly the grey color began to take on a pinkish hew and it's head and neck began to twist as if thawing. The plaster shattered and Apollo emerged from the statue's remnants. Brandonb lowered his head, but Apollo lifted his gaze up to him by the chin. "Fear no more my child of Achaea. You have just gained a mighty ally."
Apollo emerged from the temple and conjured a large satchel. He removed a bow so large and powerful that only a God could loose an arrow from its divine rope. The bow and arrow sparkled in the sun's rays and Apollo launched a Sacred Arrow at Troy. The arrow pierced and set right at the top of Troy's palace, directly in the center of Priam's family crest. Priam fell to the ground holding his heart. His attendants all crowded him. "Back off you fools!" Priam shouted at them. "This is no wound a mortal can heal. I have just been marked by a God..."
Apollo spoke, not a shout, but it's voice carried across the entire land. "From this day forth, know that Apollo has joined the Will and Fire of Achaea, that he will summon and dispel the Sun you all count so dearly upon, and that he will annihilate Troy's existence from the land." The Achaeans all knelt to their new ally. The Trojans retreated to deliberate on this new matter. And Calchus whispered: "Strange that. I didn't see that coming..."
|Night 3: The Moonlit Assassin|
|Within Nestor's ship, the brave Diomedes sat and listened to his mentor's inspiration. The old man was finishing a story of his youth that sparked and fueled a dangerous rage within Diomedes. He stood in a flash and burst out of the ship's confines, landing solidly on the beach, eyes fixated on Troy as if nothing else existed. Odysseus was standing next to him explaining to Agamemnon his proposal of taking an experienced scouting team up to the Palace of Troy in hopes of learning the enemy's battleplan. Just as Agamemnon nodded in approval and Odysseus' group began to set forth, Diomedes laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I beg you to include me on this mission General Odysseus." Odysseus saw the fire hiding behind the cool face of Diomedes. "I wouldn't have it any other way dear friend. I'll fill you in on my plan as we proceed up the western passage."
The stealthy reconnaissance group led by Odysseus stopped short of the passage when the ground before them began to quake and break open. From the chasm's darkness a pair of evil eyes shone bright. The men stilled in awe at the giant figure that emerged and set foot on the ground that closed beneath him, seemingly at his beck and call. Ares' burning hair and menacing disposition put all the Achaean warriors at unease. Only Diomedes was not swayed, Nestor's words still tossing around in his memory. Diomedes approached the fear mongering Ares and knelt before the God. "Please my Lord Ares, allow us to fight this night. I have the will of fire within my soul and it yearns to be expelled onto my enemy." Ares' raised a slightly shocked eyebrow and huffed to himself. "Very well young Achaean, but know this! I had made the decision to allow bloodshed tonight before our present encounter. I take no pleasure in fulfilling your wish. I only hope that tonight you all die at the hands of my favored Trojans. If not for my father's insistence, I'd kill you all where you stand this instant. But alas, I must wait for an opportune time. Until then, I only hope that my allies succeed in that regard. Now leave my sight before I change my mind!"
Across the beach the battle waged on as it had the previous nights. both Aeneas and dawh found themselves closing in on each other. As Aeneas vanquished his foes, one after the other, he reached dawh and attempted to slice him across the belly, but dawh blocked the attack in a ringing clash of blades. Aeneas was taken aback. "May I ask your name?" "I am called dawh by some, another name by others. You may call me dawh if you wish." "Well, ..dawh.., tonight you've earned my respect. I suspect I may enjoy fighting by your side for a while. It's not often someone manages to block an attack of mine after all." dawh continued to block attacks in the maelstrom of warriors and never bothered to answer the already occupied Trojan fighter.
Odysseus' group reached far beyond their expectations. They crouched among the shrubs and bushes just beneath the royal chambers of King Priam himself. Odysseus raised a finger to his lips signifying total silence. He then used a series of hand signals to guide all his men to strategic locations around the palace. He sent Diomedes far out of earshot for fear that the overzealous warrior would begin to shout in anticipation. Odysseus raised his head as close as he would dare to the window and listened in on the Trojan Lords' conversation. He heard Priam himself: "...those are two of the events I predict for tonight's transpiration, as for the third. It involves my son Paris. I presume he would..." Before Priam could finish his thought Odysseus launched a burning log through the window, shattering it, and startling all royalty. The room emptied and guards would soon descend upon Odysseus' men.
From his hiding spot, Odysseus clearly saw a group of men coming his way. There was one man in the center and the others seemed to be a guard of sorts. It looked to be led by the brave warrior Agenor of the Trojan ranks. Agenor looked back at the man he appeared to be protecting. "Have no fear Frost. You are well guarded tonight." Odysseus threw a series of stones down near the trunk of a nearby tree. Agenor's senses heightened. He signaled his men to advance. Frost tried to grab one of them in a panic and then came the creaking of the thin wood below their feet. Agenor shouted to flee, but before they could, the ground they stood upon collapsed and they all fell into a deep hole, breaking bones and being knocked unconscious. Frost was left alone. He directed his frustrated view toward Odysseus and saw only a wide smile. Then his eyes almost burst open as the blade of a sword pierced out through his chest. Frost ventured a final look behind him to see Diomedes' blood-spattered face, also smiling widely. The moonlight shone bright off his killer's face. The skin and teeth appearing white as snow, the blood spatters, as black as pitch. It was the last image Frost would see before his eyelids fell for the last time.
Diomedes wrenched the sword out of Frost, twirled it in the air, grabbed it with two hands and sliced the man's head clean off. Frost's body fell to its knees and then collapsed in a heap. Diomedes looked over at his friend's smile and then worry covered his face. Without thinking, Odysseus whirled around and impaled the person who had walked up behind him without his notice. Odysseus was surprised, but relieved. Still though, he held some doubt. "What is your name? I am Odysseus, General of the Achaean ranks." "I am ...kno ..known as ...Ccceee .....eeellllllll." CL fell back from Odysseus' blade. Diomedes rushed up to his friend. "Let us return before more danger should rear its head." "Yes. It's been a fulfilling night indeed. I wouldn't want to trust luck any farther."
The Night was in its weening moments. The sun almost ready to appear on the horizon. Impervious sighed in relief as he thought of living for another day. Then came the crashes of shields from his left. A legion of men sent to their death in a single swipe of a spear. Impervious backed away, despite his pride. Then came another loud crash as helmets were crushed and shields were pierced and men flew about as if a tornado had appeared in the midst of the battlefield. Impervious swallowed hard. Then he saw him. The pommel on the top of his helmet blowing in the wind gusts he created. Blood covered his golden armor. He tossed the heads off his spear and launched it at Impervious. Impervious tried to dodge the madman's spear, but it pierced his shoulder and sent him flying into a large tree, pinning him where he stood. Each man that approached the menace was split in half and broken and sent flying in a rage of skill and bloodlust. Impervious knew this was his end. But to think that the Mankiller Hector could be this sadistic and this skilled to actually live up to his fabled name? To think.... no... there was no more time to think. Time slowed as Hector raised his mighty sword above his head. His eyes shone red in the approaching sunrise. His sword sliced straight down splitting Impervious dead in half through helmet and armor. Hector ripped his spear out of the tree and the tree split in half then as well. He turned from his foe without another care and then he launched his spear at his next victim. Impervious' dead eyes faced both the back of his departing killer and at the same time, the Achaean ships harbored at the beach. He closed one eye before his body finally died.
|Night 3: Addendum|
|Calchus looked up from under his cowl at the fleet-footed Hermes landing like a feather on the thin spires in which Calchus had been hiding throughout the entirety of this vicious battle for Troy. "I knew you would come." "I knew you would know." Hermes smiled with the sarcastic remark. "This isn't much of a place for the peaceful. Well, this demonic-looking stone structure actually is quite peaceful. The waves and the silence between. Tell me, Calchus. Do you wish to be brought under the wing of either the Trojans or the Achaeans?"
|Day 3: The Man who refused to be Sacrificed|
|Brandonb felt as if he lived the same day twice. His head was a jumble of thoughts. "Did I just not hear these same voices yesterday? Am I to risk a visit with the Gods again today? And... I fear Athena will not be able to intervene this time as she did the last. ...well, I suppose there's nothing to it, but to face the call of Tartarus."
Bb walked along the shore thinking these somewhat delusional and depressing thoughts when it appeared to him that the tide was closer than it ought be at this time of day. He looked out over the sea, at the waves and suddenly they halted. It was a pure and serene stillness. Bb felt at peace and renewed in his vigor for the battle. Far off in the depths of sea, a platform of water rose, and on top of that another platform, and another, and another, each one smaller than the next until the final plateau raised high above Brandonb's vantage point. He could only make out the top of a throne carved from coral and bone and the tip of a golden trident.
Poseidon rose from his seat so that his eyes met Brandonb's. "My faithful Achaean Brandonb. Luck surrounds you today for I have beaten Hera to your location. Allow me to offer you the protection of my daughters, the seductive and tantalizing Sea Nymphs, for the day. They will shield your presence until the Sun sets. Then they must return to the water and you will be on your own again. I have faith in you though. And am proud of your achievements thus far. Continue on and do not disappoint me. The Achaean's cause is one that I hold dear to my heart. Farewell child." The throne descended and the sea returned to normal. Brandonb was left in a joyful embrace of comfort and harmony for the remainder of the day's light.
|Night 4: A Long Wait for No Action|
|The two camps were pounding their spears into the ground waiting for all their members to arrive and take position. The pounding on the ground was like a thunderous earthquake. Hector was screaming at the top of his lungs like a wild man, daring eyes staring deep into each of men, psyching them up. His temper grew ferocious every time his eyes made contact with the Achaean camp below. Finally, all had arrived, and just as Hector raised his sword for the Trojans to make their move down the steep onto the Achaean's for the fourth night of battle, his hand was halted before he could scream his battlecry. Before him and the entire Trojan army stood the giant God of War, Ares. He towered over everyone by at least the height of a man and then some. His beard of flames whipped in the night's wind, but for the most part, silence had found dominion among them now. "I understand you are all eager to kill those damned Achaeans, but tonight is not the night. Trust my judgment. I have been in more battles than all of you put together. Tonight, we wait. And do not worry about your foes. I've made it so that they cannot pass beyond the distant beach's border for the night. All of you must settle and recalibrate your minds. Something is amiss and we must settle it before tomorrow's eve." He let go of Hector's sword. All the Trojans bowed to the great God Ares. He inhaled with pride and then came the chants for Ares. "Ares! Ares! Ares!.." the ground began to thunder again and Hector leaped onto his war horse. He had him trot over to the edge of the precipice and shouted down to the hated Achaeans: "We have the mighty Ares on our side! How can you, who cannot even lift arm against us now, still be capable of thinking you can win!? You only mock yourselves! Tomorrow, we're coming to bring the pain!" Odysseus looked up at the menace, his mind calculating all possibilities for the ensuing battle. Just how was he to take down this Mankiller Hector? He was fine with the delay. He justified his satisfaction in the notion that he needed more time to think. After and above all, he had the God of War against him.
dawh paced in the silence. He was not eager to wait out the night. But he was suddenly relieved of his impatience and frustration. A hand caressed his shoulder. How could he not have noticed this woman's presence? He dared a look at her face. It was ...Helen... He surprised even himself by collapsing in ecstasy on the spot.
Odysseus sneered up at Hector who finally steered his black war horse away from the cliff. Odysseus shook his head and withdrew to his ship's strategy room only to find the trustworthy Nestor waiting for him. Nestor and Odysseus went over many plans on the map of the Trojan shores that lay before them. Odysseus was awed at Nestor's knowledge. Just how old was this man? and how many battle had he fought in to know this much of war? Odysseus' confidence rose. He was beginning to feel very good about the next day and night.
|Day 4: Enter Calchus|
|dawh sat by the ocean on a large flattened boulder. He was idly skipping pebbles across the water's surface when he sensed the presence of a fellow God behind him. It was Hera. Hera took a dignified stance behind dawh, never actually looking at him. As a matter of fact, dawh didn't hazard a glance in her direction either. He simply continued to toss the randomly strewn pebbles. "What news Hera? I know you are not here to take my life... if you even could that is." "Hah! Let it be known to you and the world that I indeed could if only Zeus had not forbade my interference with others from Olympus. And why would I want your life dawh? Why indeed? I think you know. Yes. You know all too well..." "So then why do I get the pleasure of your company? Please enlighten me Hera for I grow weary of this conversation." "How it pains me to deliver you good news... " dawh twisted his head around to see Hera staring off into the deep water. Was she looking out for Poseidon? Maybe. But no matter. dawh's thoughts stopped then.
A shivering man in a dark cowl emerged from behind Hera. "You have successfully satisfied Olympus' condition today. You may now use this prophet's power, albeit as random as it is, it will certainly come into usefulness sooner or later. Now, I'll take my leave for I fear I can't hold back my anger any longer. Farewell dawh." "Hmm. You as well Hera. And thank you for the news." Both ended the conversation in half sarcasm and half truth to their words. dawh rose from his lounging position and walked over to Calchus who simply stood in awe of the God, cowering and looking down at the ground. dawh then clasped Calchus on the shoulder and whispered: "Forget your worries friend. We have much to talk about."
|Night 5: Heavy Violence and Wicked Twists|
|Diomedes took in every word from the wise old Nestor. The warrior thanked the old man and departed from Nestor's chambers. Nestor sat back for a moment wishing he still had his youth. That he could enter the fray with the same vigilance and power he once called his own. But alas, time had taken its toll on the experienced warrior. Nevertheless, he rose, drew his sword and vowed to fight until his dying breath. He couldn't help but notice though, that Diomedes was already 30 paces ahead of him cutting down Trojan after Trojan with a renewed fighting spirit.
Odysseus was careful in his actions. Unbelievably to him, the coward Paris was actually in his sights. He would not waste this opportunity. "Paris!" Odysseus yelled at the fragile young prince. Paris paused his descent down to the beach and looked Odysseus right in the eyes. "Ha! You think I fear you?! Perhaps I'm no match for you in a duel, but I've escaped more sticky situations than you could possibly endure." Somehow I doubt that, Odysseus muttered to himself. Nonetheless, he charged Paris, but the Prince was surprisingly agile and he was able to unleash his arrows at a lightning pace almost rivaling the skill of Apollo. Odysseus was forced to take cover, but he took solace knowing that his endurance would prove superior.
Brandonb knew he was in over his head. He heard the thunderous crashes coming from up the hills. It was the Mankiller Hector to be sure. He knew he would stand almost no chance against such a foe. Almost immediately after the thought, Hector exploded several Achaean soldiers to his right and sent them tumbling away, all almost certainly dead from the God-like blow. He readied his spear and prepared to launch it at his next target: Bb.
Odysseus, still under cover from Paris' arrows looked Bb's way and saw Hector taking aim. He quickly released a tied rope that was keeping a mountain of logs in place. Having set the trap up in the dark of night whilst no others were around, the pile was overlooked by all who approached it during tonight's battle. The logs careened toward Hector who was forced to leap them and dodge one way and then the other. He survived the gauntlet, but when he regained his composure and looked for his former target, Bb had used the precious time to escape. This sent Hector into a murderous rage and he slew the six Achaeans that had advanced into his blindspot during the delay tactic with one fell swoop of his fabled spear. He stabbed the spear into the ground with all the men still attached and let out a fierce battlecry. Bb covered his ears from his hiding spot beneath a tarp covered in brush and grass only ten paces from the Mankiller. Relief filled Bb as he attentively listened to the pounding footsteps quiet as Hector sought out new prey.
unreality stood watch outside Troy's castle, without fear, for Aphrodite stood by his side, ready to whisk him away at the hint of danger. "Oh no!" she screamed. "What is it Goddess?" unreality looked to her with concern. "My Paris! My beloved Paris! He's in mortal danger from that foul Odysseus! I must go! I must save my beauty!" "Wai.. Wait! Wait! ...Damnit! What about me. To Hades with that lanky, coward Paris and all... ugh!" unreality was so busy being angry, he had not even bothered to notice Diomedes' approach. unreality was pierced clean through the chest with his spear. "But... no... way... you... you will soon face my vengeance!" "Tell me please, how you intend to exact vengeance without a head?" unreality reached for his sword despite his wound, but Diomedes was ready and loosed his sword from beneath his shield. He blocked unreality's sword with shield and then lopped his head right off in a deft circular swinging motion. unreality had only blood left for his mouth to spew. No more words. Diomedes watched his prey die and then jaunted across the fields to find another group of Trojans ripe for killing.
Paris was out of arrows, quiver emptied. Foolishly he spent them all without ever a clean shot at Odysseus. He screamed for JS who appeared almost within the instant. Odysseus raised his sword to end Paris' life, but JS blocked it. All the warriors seemed to stop fighting in order to watch this pivotal duel. Paris fled for safety leaving his savior JS to die as a martyr. Paris cared not for the man, only his own life. Aphrodite found him, swooped down plucking him up and returning to the Trojan Palace. Odysseus called after him: "You coward! Get back here and face your demise!" "HAHA! That's not how I role...play! Later, fools!" Paris comforted himself in Aphrodite's arms as she smoothed his hair and landed just outside his bedroom window to lay the young prince to bed. Meanwhile back on the battlefield JS and Odysseus went at it like madmen. Clang! Clang! Their swords were near breaking with each clash. Then Odysseus got the upper hand and sent JS onto his back with a brutal blow to the face with the side of his shield. Odysseus leaped onto JS and prepared to finish him off with a final blow when Agenor entered the stage and threw Odysseus off of JS. JS retreated, appalled at his defeat. Odysseus and Agenor stared each other down, but Odysseus did not lack the discipline to retreat when he was out of stamina. Both sides went their separate ways. Agenor spat on the ground in Odysseus' direction. "You'll wish you hadn't done that." Odysseus said aloud without ever looking back.
The Achaeans returned to their ships before the dawn only to find GC completely paralyzed. He was sitting on the bow of one of the ships as if he was in another world or daydreaming for that matter. Odysseus shook him to his senses. "What is it GC? What has gotten into you?!" "So beautiful... more beautiful than I could ever have imagined. The lady Helen Odysseus. I'll never forget that face for as long as I live." Odysseus shook his head and looked back up to the Trojan Castle. He suddenly became aware of Calchus' presence to his left. The old man in the cowl simply tugged on his hood and wandered away. "Hector fights bravely, I dare say. So let us begin fresh this day. Wine, water, food, they have the reserve, but an utter defeat they surely deserve." Odysseus' brain began to hurt from the constant oddities of the night. He permitted himself a brief respite and a nap and fell to sleep as his head touched down.
|Day 5: Apollo's Rage|
|Apollo looked down at Troy in disgust as he rode his golden chariot across the sky. "I've had enough of this! Those Trojans thinking they still have a chance... How dare they not even try to appease me! Not even one Offering to the great Apollo?! Hmph!" He lashed his stallions on faster and faster. All the mortals looked to the sky as the sun raced toward the horizon and over it, tree shadows elongating until total darkness settled over Troy. Twin Pop was startled and fearful at the display and as soon as the sun set, he heard a crashing wave hit the shore like thunder. Twin Pop looked toward the ocean as Poseidon's Trident came flying out from the depths of the wave. The Trident speared Twin Pop and sent him flying through the air only to come to a sudden halt above the Temple of Hermes, cracking the crest at its peak. With his last words, Twin Pop spoke softly: "Please Hermes, join us. We need you ..now ...more than ever." Blood rained down from the body, splattering and pooling in front of the temple. Hermes accepted the Offering, but remained comfortable in his independence. Troy mourned the loss, but knew they had little time to spare before the next battle commenced.|
|Night 6: The Oath of Pain|
|The depleted Trojan force began to pant and clutch their knees. Hector rounded on them and swore that he would lead them to victory even if he was the last Trojan to live. His words hit his men's hearts and souls and lifted their spirits renewing their will to fight on. "No matter what happens, I will fight for you all to my death. And I vow that if I should die on this night, my skills shall not be lost to you." Hector drew his short sword and slashed his palm. He clenched his fist and drew it to his chin, blood dripping from it. "I make this blood oath that I shall protect the young Prince Paris and bestow on him all my ability should I die. Fear not Trojans. Though we are weakened, our land will be preserved this night. And though we may lose, our spirits will never die!" The young Prince Paris was lifted by his brother's words. But he asked himself if he'd have what it took to fight for his life when it came down to it. He was still unsure of this, but managed to wear the face of a warrior despite his indecisiveness. Hector looked into his brother's eyes and gave him a satisfied clap on the shoulder. "Fear not my brother. I will not let harm befall you this night."
The Achaeans revved themselves up. All yelling and pounding their spears as if they had already won. Odysseus and Diomedes smiled with bloodlust. Even the wise old Nestor had taken up spear and seemed to be speaking to himself. Some of the other Achaeans took notice and could almost see the man's appearance brighten and look youthful for an instant. Then Nestor turned to them and stared them down. Not a one could meet the old warrior's gaze. Odysseus took up his spear and pointed it up at Hector's diminished force. "It's over Trojans! It's over Mankiller! Do yourself a favor and take your own lives! It will be much less painful then if we have to charge up this hill to take them from you by force!" The Achaeans all laughed, but suddenly became silent when they saw the words had invigorated Hector. It looked as if his eyes were hot fire as he charged down toward them.
Hector reached the Achaeans on horseback, spearing one after the other. "This battle isn't over..." he slew another. "Until we say it is over!" and flung the corpse into another Achaean. "I will not take any more of your verbal lashings..." spearing through two men, "...coward Odysseus! Too afraid to take me on in a fair fight! Always ready to sacrifice another in your place! What gives you..." stabbing his spear into the ground and loosing the bodies from it, "the priveledge?! Now join me Trojans and we shall cut through these cowards like a scythe through grass!" Paris took up Hector's flank and quickly unloaded arrow after piercing arrow through the Achaean's necks and underarms with perfect accuracy to avoid their armor. Hector rounded on reaymond. Odysseus saw that reaymond had not a chance against such a foe. He raised a hidden chain in the gorund and ran with it around Hector's warhorse. The horse fell and Hector toppled with it. Hector never lost his composure though, so when Odysseus attempted the fatal blow Hector grabbed his spear and launched Odysseus over his fallen horse and right into Paris. Joe's Student saw the commotion and knew he must save the young Prince. Odysseus turned to impale Paris, but his blade went through the diving JS in his stead. JS' blood covered Paris' face, who turned his stallion and fled in complete disarray and abandon for his fellow Trojans.
Diomedes stalked the battlefield, looking for his prey. But when he found JS already dead, he did not sigh in relief. Rather, he screamed a curse that the one he wanted to kill with his own spear was already dead. He was robbed of his prize. His anger over this injustice carried him on through the Trojan ranks slaying one after the other in a vicious frenzy.
As reaymond brushed the dirt off his shoulder and readied for more action, there came a soft yet unsettling voice from behind him. "You're not going anywhere." And when reaymond turned to look at the beauty Helen, he indeed heeded her words and fell incapacitated to the ground. Just before dawn, Odysseus found reaymond and slapped the man to his senses. "Her again?" "Wha..? Oh yes... Yes! Odysseus you simply must see her some night. You wouldn't believe your eyes." Odyseeus dropped reaymond's head back down onto the soil with a thud. reaymond's breath and mind were still enamored with this woman. Odysseus shook his head as he returned to the ships. "Hmmm. Though illogical, curiosity of her beauty is actually starting to overwhelm my senses. Maybe I'll take a peak tomorrow. ...with ample preparation for any ill will that seems to shroud her existence of course." He kept mumbling on as he passed his soldiers who all snickered a bit at the first time they saw General Odysseus contemplate such an absurdity.
|Day 6: Luck finds the Trojans, only too late|
|A. Person stood before Hermes' shrine and raised the body of a goat, once stabbed. He carefully placed the goat on the altar so that its blood would flow about through the indented symbol on the floor. The symbol was that of a wing in honor of the Winged-Foot God Hermes. The blood stopped at a point though, so that only two thirds of the symbol was coated in the red blood of an official offering. A. Person stepped back from the shrine and gazed up at the statue of the Messenger God which almost looked to move in his direction and wink at him. After he scrubbed his glazed eyes, the statue had returned to its lifeless state.
A white hand then gently rested on his shoulder. He spun to face the Queen Goddess Hera. Hera wore a scowl. "I had much faith in you Trojans. Oh, how I wished for your victory over those filthy Achaean monsters... *sigh* at least you have all fought bravely for my sake. If only I wasn't forbidden to act more in this affair. May you last on brave Trojan, though I fear your end is near..." Hera vanished and A. Person stood in awe and yet despair at the same moment, knowing full well what awaited his Trojans: a voyage across the River Styx.
|Night 7: The horse of doom|
|Exhausted and out of ideas, the Trojan camp was thoroughly aggravated. They could hardly stand and listen to the inexperienced young Prince Paris any longer. "Rise up you fools! Just because Hector is dead there is no need to be so crestfallen! Rise up! Join me and..." The Trojans began to throw rocks at Paris, mocking him and praising the spirit of their fallen leader Hector. Paris retreated to the castle and found Helen sitting alone in the dark. She had been watching the meleé, a moonlit tear fell from her chin. Paris hugged her from behind and whispered: "Let us leave this disaster my dear. It is over for us and Troy. We could go to..."
Interrupting Paris' train of thought, the heavy gates began to open and a large wooden horse was being carted through it. "What is that?" he thought. Paris and Helen raced to the scene. He demanded an explanation as all the remaining Trojans crowded around in wonderment. An older Trojan general addressed Paris. "It is a gift from Achaea, believe it or not. Apparently they have exhausted their supplies and can carry on no longer. This gift was constructed for us so that we do not assault their retreat." A broad smile swept across Paris' face. They had done it! Lost so much, but actually beat those monstrous Achaeans back! Did Apollo abandon them then? Though confused all the Trojans rejoiced and had a splendid party in cheers to their victory.
Sun set. The Trojans slept, drunk and full, deep and dreamless, out like candles. The legs of the giant wooden gift horse creaked open ever so slightly. Odysseus led his men who had been hidden inside the hollow beast. He slit each guard's throat without a sound and the Achaeans advanced through the city, killing every Trojan in their path. Hera wept as she watched the slaughter. Poseidon uneasily stirred the seas in anticipation of the final victory call from those men he cherished. How crafty to gain entrance to the City of Troy, Poseidon thought. He swelled with pride for them. Aphrodite flew down to the beautiful lovers and woke them. Paris led Helen by the hand in an attempt to escape the city walls, but each way they turned, Achaeans were storming. Suddenly Helen seemed too light and quick. Paris looked back to see he was only carrying the stump of a severed arm. He dropped it and screamed like a girl. The Achaean demon-like warrior Diomedes then took a swing at Paris who dodged the swipe only to leap right into Odysseus' blade. Odysseus turned him around and spat in his face. Paris could only spurt up blood in defiance. Odysseus stared him down, "Troy will be erased from this Earth! Die coward. Fool. Weakling. At least your brother's blood was worth staining an Achaean blade, but you... you're far from worth it." He kicked Paris off and down to the ground where the young prince twisted in pain until he died. The Achaeans then raised Troy to the ground.
"You're my only hope, brother." Hera spoke to a man wearing a black cape and a black vicious-looking helmet. Behind the holes for his eyes, nose and mouth, only an even darker black could be seen as if he did not exist. "Please, Hades, take vengeance for me." Hades whipped his cloak around and looked Hera up and down. "You summoned me for that? What do I care about Troy or Achaea aside from the souls I've recently collected?" "Not them then. Zeus." She had garnered Hades' attention. "What about my brother?" "He wishes to rule over Tartarus. He has aligned with Poseidon, believing the two of them could destroy you." Hades laughed. "Hera... Zeus doesn't want Tartarus... that's why it's mine..." Hera knew she struck a nerve now. Hades would never forgive his brothers for essentially mocking him with the least valued dominion. Hades snarled. "To crumble Zeus' pedestal. That's always been my dream, and it seems yours as well. Worry not, I'll keep that secret safe." He smirked, a brief glimpse of fire could be seen behind his helmet. "What would you like me to do then? I'm all ears now Hera." Hera's face was serene, but her insides were leaping with joy. Hades would make such a valuable piece to the puzzle that would dethrone Zeus. And now he was ripe for use. "Well, there will need to be some extreme measures taken, but first..."
The Achaeans marched back to their ships with bundles of weapons, armor, and booty of course. Athena and Apollo left during the trek for Mount Olympus to report to Zeus per a message from Hermes. Odysseus then led them, as he had for some time now, but he paused when the ground erupted before them. As fast as lightning, and as dark as the night sky, a large figure on horse back flew up from a great depth to impede their descent. It was Hades himself! The Achaeans all dropped their spoils and took battle stances, swords unsheathed. Hades let forth a burst a fire so immense that all the Achaeans were sent back from the blast about twenty paces. A ring of fire surrounded both Hades and Odysseus. Odysseus' mind raced as he tried to think of how he could escape such an unfortunate event, but his thoughts were cut short by Hades' hand covering his face and pulling him toward his evil stallion. "Your leader has a price to pay in Tartarus. Yes. His punishment will be legendary. Know that he will not be able to escape on his own. So, if you wish to save him, you'll have to storm my castle and rest assured it will not be as easy as slaughtering those weak Trojans. No. You will all face death itself and it will eventually eat away at you until all your souls are mine!"
Diomedes spread his swords apart and raised his shoulders. "Why do this Lord Hades? What have we done to incur such wrath?" Hades threw a spear of fire through Diomedes' left arm, disintegrating it. The warrior fell to the ground in agony, but the Giant Ajax caught his friend before he hit the Trojan soil. The Lesser Ajax looked at Hades. A Demon God as hellish and vile as they come. Clad all in black atop a dead, yet living black stallion. The God held Odysseus by the face as if he were a doll. Odysseus could not even utter a sound. Hades gave the group a last glance and then vanished beneath the surface. The fire went out and the earth closed behind them. Nestor touched the ground where they vanished and pulled his hand away from the burning sensation. It was an evil feeling. Nestor only looked down at the charred earth "How do we get down to Tartarus? We'll need to call upon Athena I suppose." Calchus then grunted and coughed as if to make himself known to still be alive. "I... I may know a way... yes.. I remember now. The way to Hades' castle."
End of Game RosterEdit
- A. Person - Helen - survived D6 Lynch, alive at game end
- Prof. Templeton - Odysseus
- Frost - Priam - Killed N3
- dawh - Apollo - survived D4 Lynch, alive at game end
- Cherry Lane - Aeneas - Killed N3
- Twin Pop - Agenor - Lynched D5
- LIS - Menelaus - Killed N2
- SomeGuy - Hermes
- Joe's Student - Hector - Killed N6
- GreyCells - Athena
- PuzzlGirl - Paris - Killed N7
- reaymond - Diomedes
- impervious - Agamemnon - Killed N3
- O'mally - Calchus
- unreality - Ares - Killed N5
- Brandonb - Nestor - survived D2 & D3 Lynch, alive at game end
- Y-San - Achilles - Lynched D1