Back to SeanKReynolds.com home : Back to RPG Files : Back to Campaign Journals : Back to New Argonauts campaign
|
That night, Thyrsos again awoke to find princess Meledria in his room. She warned him that her father was furious at their second victory, and though other heroes had agreed to this quest, none of them ever returns. She feared for his life and urged him to be careful. Once again, Thyrsos asked her to join him in his bed, and this time she agreed, leaving before dawn so her father's spies would not see her. |
|
| The tunnel angled strongly downward, twisting back and forth until they were disoriented. Eventually they reached a cavern with a large black river running through it. One each side of the river was a bronze bell. Anaxis rang the bell, and in a few minutes a strange figure on a small skiff poled his way toward them from upstream. The figure was old and gaunt, and wore a skull-faced mask. He extended an emaciated hand, and once he was paid he carried them across the river, never speaking a word. Unnerved, the heroes elected to not converse with Charon, ferryman of the Styx. |
|
|
The hounds were larger than any the heroes had seen, easily as large as a horse, though their heads were not as large as the great skulls mounted around the gate. Each was a dull gray, tipped with gray-white, and their tails were green and slick with slime. Almost in unison, the hounds opened their mouths and howled, releasing a bitter chill as cold as the underworld itself. Thyrsos, Arcturus, Xanthos, and Zale found themselves covered in frost and hurt by the intense cold of the creatures' breath. Enraged, Arcturus called on Ares' power, and the hero's eyes turned red with the fury of the god of war. Zale shrouded himself in Poseidon's mists. Xanthos and Thyrsos picked one hound and began to stab at it. The dogs retaliated with bites and lashes of their poison-drenched tails. Clearly Cerberus was not here, but these things were related to him somehow. |
To be continued....