[Game Thread] Act 1.

[Gamemaster0007]

There is a deep and dark place down below the earth. It is said that the three brothers drew lots on who would be god of what. Zues, being king got the sky. Poseidon got the sea. So Hades, our star of the Olympians here, got the underworld. There was a party of adventurers. They had received one quest from Hades. retrieve the scepter, and bring it back to me. nobody knows what sceptor he speaks of, nor does it matter, for Zues did not want them to get it, so he blasted them out of the sky. So the adventurers died and went to the underworld. While hades was ready to make them heroes, Zues thought to send them to the fields of punishment. And so, the adventurers had to face their worst fear without getting over it. On and on for eternity. And this is where the adventure begins

[DeJoker]

Draconic Sorcerer Themis - Human Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) | AC 15 | HP: 9/9 | Status: Normal Passives: Stealth 12 | Perception 13 | Spell DC 15 | Greek, Celtic | Owl Darkvision 120 ft, Keen Hearing and Sight, Passive Perception/Stealth 13, It had been a long arduous trip and not the most pleasant that he had every undergone but perhaps the most necessary thus far in his life. Still he was finally here in this dark dismal netherworld below Hades but would he be able to shed the necessary light to expose the truth so that catastrophe could be averted. Still he most likely did not look much like the Greek heritage that flowed through his veins as he was dressed in a mishmash of cultures. Upon his solid six foot frame were layers of clothing for the Celtic lands he had come from were much colder than his homeland. Still at the core he wore the loose leggings and tunic held at the waist by a long sash. He wore the traditional knee high sandals but they held cloth wrappings in place to help keep his feet warm. Over this basic homeland attire, he wore a tartan scarf and large animal fur pelt. In his hand he carried an oaken staff given to him by an ancient oak tree. Over his back was slung a backpack from which hung a crossbow another item from his homeland as the crossbow was not used in the Celtic lands and as it was, he did not use it all that much either. Still these were perhaps not his most dramatic changes since he had left home, for his skin had gone from the swarthy complexion of a Greek to a golden tinged one made up of fine scales and his eyes were now golden rather than brown with vertical pupils instead of the normal round that most humans had. Yes he was changing, and most of it had taken place on the journey here the deeper he went it seemed the more his non-human heritage began to show through. He had often wondered what he would look like when the change was complete, would he even look human anymore. Still that was the least of his concerns, if they were unable to stop the coming catastrophe he would most likely not live to see his final change nor would many others live to see another dawn. Nock, a small owl, landed upon his shoulder the little guy had spotted those that he had been told about and so he nodded and headed in their direction.

 

Owl Armor Class : 11 Hit Points : 3 Speed : 5 ft., fly 60ft. Skills : Perception +3, Stealth +3 Senses : Darkvision 120ft, Passive Perception 13 Flyby : The owl does not provoke opportunity attacks when it flies out of an enemy's reach. Keen Hearing and Sight : The owl has Advantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks that rely on hearing or sight

Actions Movement Free Action Action Bonus Action Reaction Needed Rolls Applicable Skills Character Sheet Themis

[Ysolde]

Nike Sparagmos Nike had been an Athenian warrior once. Named after victory itself, with her gleaming armor and maul, she was a shield breaker, one of the decorated veterans who could help smash apart the lines of Athen’s enemies. The quest had been given to her by Hades she was to retrieve a scepter and bring it back to the god of the dead. Such a quest was supposed to be difficult, but she had never suspected that it would be impossible. The power of Zeus’ thunderbolt easily killed her and now, well now she was in Hades’ realm. The large woman with deep olive skin and a deep tan ran her hand along her brow brushing through her brown eyes. Corded muscles readied themselves for the onslaught as she faced off against her foes. They were taller than her five foot and ten inch frame, far taller and muscled as well. She knew she could not win, but she fought anyway. The nightmare creatures wanted her to fight, wanted her to think that this time she might win, that this time it would be different. She gave her all to the fight, but it wasn’t enough, it never was. Bleeding and broken they descend on her to rip and rend, to do unspeakable things and she feels the pain in every moment of it. Then it ends and she is once again arrayed for the battle ready to fight and who knows maybe this time it will end differently?

[ElvenMaiden]

Liara Dawnwalker Liara opened her eyes, knowing that all she would see was endless darkness, stretching in all directions. And soon, the shadow demons will come. They always came. They will start to devour her hands and feet, and when she screams in fear and pain, their invisible hands will pluck her tongue out. She will hear tens, or maybe hundreds of giggling voices from all around her as she slowly lost consciousness from the excruciating pain and blood loss, choking on her own blood. And when she woke up, her body will be whole, just to start all over again. ...where did it go all wrong? All she wanted was see the world, and enjoy the indulgences of life. To sing and dance, draped in fine silks and jewelries, surrounded by beautiful faces. When she first accepted to go on the quest for Hades, she was envisioning the fame and riches she will gain from completing the task, and singing about the grandeur of their journey. She did not expect death. Not this. How long has it been? Ten days? A month? Perhaps a year? Warm tears fell from her sea-green eyes, running down her high cheekbones. Her long, dark brown hair was all matted and spread around her as she laid in the darkness. Her slender limbs shivered lightly as she rolled over on her side, hugging her knees to her chest. Her once splendid, green and gold performing costumes were in tatters, and the colors had faded into tarnished brown and red from her own blood. She tried to hum, but even that was proven too difficult for her weakened lungs, and all she managed to do was croak before starting to cough weakly. I wish I can just die. Oh wait, I'm already dead. Liara let out a ghostly chuckle, and buried her face in her knees. She could hear the faint sound of her tormentors gathering around her now. Of course they came. They always came. And it was about to begin again.

 

Liara Dawnwalker
Female Half-Oriental (Half-Elf) Bard

[Krow Nest]

A mighty roar echoed through the underworld. A young dragoness was screaming to the non-existent sky, enraged by the fact that she ended up in such a place. She kept roaring, trying to let out all of her anger. She was supposed to simply find a scepter or something and she would have been set for life, BUT HERE SHE WAS; NOW DEAD.

"FAEWYNN KREPHOS DOES NOT DIE THAT EASILY!!!"

[Gamemaster0007]

After the punishments roll on and on. All of a sudden you wake in a much different place. A throne room.you all are rather resilient, you know.
I expected you all to give up sooner . He then pauses seeing their mental stress want a mint, I hear that it helps with stress seeing that none of them want a mint. He continues I still want that scepter.
And I'm not going to get new adventurers. So I have a proposition. If you can get past my security keeping you in, You can leave. There is help coming. In fact, he is in my realm, so I will transport him here. At this he claps and Themis appears. themis. Come to do what you needed,
then take these, leave, get me the scepter. he then looks at you. Once you leave this room the games begin.

[ElvenMaiden]

Liara Dawnwalker Liara was startled when she woke up and saw other figures around her. It was still dim, but felt so bright compared to the endless darkness she has woken up to for many days. "Wha..what..?" Hearing a voice which she soon learned belonged to none other than Hades himself, she turned her head towards the throne. She had just managed to gather herself and stand up by the time Hades finished speaking, and another stranger had appeared as well. Processing what the god of underworld had just said, Liara felt a mixed feeling of anger, confusion, and hope all at once. Fixing her hair and clothes as best as she could, she turned her gaze up at Hades and spoke timidly, "I suppose we should thank you, although I do not appreciate how you are treating the matter of the life and death as a game. But you are the god of the underworld, after all." She lightly bobbed a curtsy without smiling. Then, looking around, added, "Do we get our belongings back? Or are we to dive into the river Styx to retrieve them?"

[Gamemaster0007]

Sighs your possessions are behind you. If you do not act soon things will come for you. And I will not be able to stop it.

[DeJoker]

Draconic Sorcerer Themis - Human Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) | AC 15 | HP: 9/9 | Status: Normal Passives: Stealth 12 | Perception 13 | Spell DC 15 | Greek, Celtic | Owl Darkvision 120 ft, Keen Hearing and Sight, Passive Perception/Stealth 13, Themis was a bit surprised to suddenly be standing somewhere he had just not been but it only took a moment or two to gauge where he was whereupon he immediately takes a knee and bowed his head. After Hades spoke Themis replied, "Yes m'lord Hades as you wish." He then stands looks to the others. When Hades speaks again Themis steps closer to the others. "Hurry gather your gear and let us be off." He then strides over to the exit that Hades had indicated they leave by but stopped and turned back to the others saying, "This way," he gestures to the exit, "let us make haste." He will wait till the others have passed and then bring up the rear as they all walk out to wherever out leads.

 

Owl Armor Class : 11 Hit Points : 3 Speed : 5 ft., fly 60ft. Skills : Perception +3, Stealth +3 Senses : Darkvision 120ft, Passive Perception 13 Flyby : The owl does not provoke opportunity attacks when it flies out of an enemy's reach. Keen Hearing and Sight : The owl has Advantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks that rely on hearing or sight

Actions Movement Free Action Action Bonus Action Reaction Needed Rolls Applicable Skills Character Sheet Themis

[Krow Nest]

Faewynn growled at being told what to do next but she really didn't have a choice did she? She grit her fangs as she gathered up her belongings, her sword sitting on her back now as she walked to the others.

[Ysolde]

Nike The Athenian woman was vastly displeased, but how exactly did one say something like that to the god of the underworld? At least one of her companions had the werewithal to mouth off, but she decided against it not wanting to go back to her punishments. Instead she turned to see the pile of her items and began putting them on. Her mail gleamed and her maul looked as deadly as ever. Every bit of her items was exactly as it had been and it annoyed her. There should be some smudge or smear, something to denote the thunderbolt of Zues that had slain her, but everything was pristine. She didn't know where the scepter was, and she didn't know how to get out of Hades realm, but she knew that this was a game to Hades a deadly game that could lead right back to the torments she had received before. So, while it was a game for him it was a deadly serious matter for her and the first part of it was getting out of here and through the god's mazes and traps. Maybe after that they could ask about locations of spears. In any case she moved forward and said, "Archers and spellslingers behind me, warriors with me and everything else between us and the rear. Let's get a move on people before whatever he's got chasing us decides to catch up." She moves with purpose towards the one called Themis and says, "Themis was it? If you knew the way in, then you know the way out. Lead on and we'll follow."

Character Sheet

[ElvenMaiden]

Liara Dawnwalker Liara turned to see the piles of their belongings and sighed in relief upon spotting her beloved lyre and lute among them. "Oh, how I missed you two during the time of my torment." she turned them over in her hands to make sure they were not damaged, and started slinging them over her shoulders along with her backpack. Looking over her shoulder to Themis she said, "Yea, let's get out of here."

[DeJoker]

Draconic Sorcerer Themis - Human Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) | AC 15 | HP: 9/9 | Status: Normal Passives: Stealth 12 | Perception 13 | Spell DC 15 | Greek, Celtic | Owl Darkvision 120 ft, Keen Hearing and Sight, Passive Perception/Stealth 13, As the Athenian woman warrior passed near Themis he softly said, "Yes the name is Themis, and no my intention is not to leave the underworld quite yet for that would be fruitless as we would just all simply end up back here fairly quickly. As for the security, bypassed those on the way in via Hades rather instant summons. So completely unaware of what that will entail. Oh and in addition getting into Hades is much easier than getting out, the guards are mainly focused on keeping things in not out."

 

Owl Armor Class : 11 Hit Points : 3 Speed : 5 ft., fly 60ft. Skills : Perception +3, Stealth +3 Senses : Darkvision 120ft, Passive Perception 13 Flyby : The owl does not provoke opportunity attacks when it flies out of an enemy's reach. Keen Hearing and Sight : The owl has Advantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks that rely on hearing or sight

Actions Movement Free Action Action Bonus Action Reaction Needed Rolls Applicable Skills Character Sheet Themis

[Gamemaster0007]

random encounter as the party stands there wondering what to do. A wight comes out of The west doors and they want blood ooc if you beat this initiative you can act Dice initiative: 1d20+2 (11)+2 Total = 13

[Ysolde]

Nike Sparagmos The Athenian warrior sighed at Themis words, "Right well get back to me when you have some actual idea of where we should go. In the meantime...that way is looking....well Zeus' balls!" The last bit was spat out as she noticed the wights. They weren't the last thing she wanted to see right now, but they were on a list of annoyances she didn't need right now. She rushed the creatures with her maul Attack Dice Roll: 1d20+5 (15)+5 Total = 20 Damage Dice Roll: 2d6+4 (5, 1)+4 Total = 10 reroll the second 1 Dice Roll: 1d6 5 14 damageswinging it with the power and force of the shieldbreaker she was known to be.