Prologue: Call to Journey
As the midday sun blazed overhead, Orpheus and his allies made their way to the appointed place. Spoken of in hushed voices and cautious tones, the locals in nearby villages avoided this place with dread. It is said that nestled between the mountains and the rocky coastline of Greece, there is a small shaft leading deep into the earth. At all times of the night, locals reported wailing issuing forth from the pit, loud and sharp enough to pierce even the harrowing peaks of Mount Iliad. The most common held belief was that this place was entrance to the Underworld; the dark place where men go to die. Only the most foolish men of Greece would dare to throw their life away by descending the stairway into the darkness below.
Thus Orpheus could considered a lucky Heron to have attracted such a fine collection of fools. Upon hearing of both his words and his plights, these eight were the ones to answer the call. A rag tag few, they were the ones who dared to die, so that another might once again live. Though of different race and creed, they were united by Orpheus for the purpose of this expedition. Though few in number, they were great in strength.
However, not all were in support of the journey. There are times when being a friend means stopping their friend from reaching the brink of destruction. Hearing of Orpheus' plight, an old friend and ally was preparing to meet Orpheus at the gate…
Meanwhile...
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"We should be getting close now…"
Orpheus did a quick sweep of his surroundings. Nothing was in sight but trees. Though he could not see the over the tree line, he could hear the crashing of the ocean not far from here. That was a good sign.
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"If what the villagers said is true… We should be arriving in just a few moments. I trust you are prepared, y-yes?"All players are
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