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The Witch-King of Tsámra:
First here is the Obsidian Portal page.

The Witch-King of Tsámra:
(I will note which of these journals are by which character. This is by Spero the Son of Aphrodite and Dionysius)

Journal Entry One:

Spero woke up one morning to go hunting and found dead bodies of merchants he knew. He offered prayers to the dead and was met by Hades. Hades and Spero went to modern earth (what ever that is) and i was trained for 20 years. Spero then received immortality from Hades and when he awoke from being hatched from a cosmic egg he saw Heracles which was awkward because he was making a joke to Hades.

The Witch-King of Tsámra:
(Written by Spero son of Aphrodite and Dionysisus)
Journal Entry Two:

So when I hatched from my cosmic egg I saw a big buff man wearing a Hawaiian dad shirt, cargo shorts and sandals. like I wrote earlier this made me very embarrassed because I was making a joke to Hades. But to my surprise both Hercules and Hades seemed to be talking to each other with out moving their mouths. So my curiosity got the better of me and I tried to join the conversation and got told by both Gods to not interrupt them while they were talking. So I shut up and let them finish talking and after they finished talking they decided that I would travel with Hercules to train, teach and get me ready for what ever they had planned. I was sad to see Hades leave but he told me he had things to take care of in the Underworld and that we would meet again. But before he left he gave me a gift the ability to travel through the Hadean Road. Once Hades had left Hercules let me get dressed and then we left and traveled back to my original home (Classical Earth still trying to understand that). Once there Hercules told me he had things to do so he was giving me a week to my self. I decided to go and visit my mother. I grabbed a boat and set sail to my home, but as I was sailing a storm started to from so I asked/prayed to Poseidon to let me have good wind and nice seas to get home fast. To my surprise the storm stopped and I felt a presence giving me a thumbs up and a head nod (kind of like Poseidon was saying you got it man) and then I got home very fast. Once I got home I embraced my mother in a giant hug. I then went on to tell her everything I had learned and been through and to my surprise I figured out she knew what I was talking about. She then told me she was Aphrodite and I was in complete shock. Then she said she no longer had interested in me and was bored. After that she was trying to leave when I insisted on asking her questions. She humored me and answered some of my questions and told me somethings then left. I then felt very depressed and decided to call Hercules to take me to Sparta with him so I could see if I could talk to Ares and Hephaestus. But not before cleaning up my home so that way i would have a place to come back to.

The Witch-King of Tsámra:
(Written by Spero, Son of Dionysius and Aphrodite)
Journal Entry Three:

When Hercules and I arrived in Sparta I asked him which God’s Temple I should visit, Hephaestus or Ares. He told me to visit Athena. So I followed his advice and on my way to the Temple I walked along side a fellow Red Head but I didn’t care and continued on my way. I went to a private worship room and asked Athena if she could help and teach me. Athena Asked me who was my divine parent and just told her Aphrodite (No one needs to know about my father). She said my mother was a bitch and i told her she was wrong and don’t talk about my mother that way. Then she said to her daughter to teach me as she pointed towards the door. From a crack in the door came Grace who was spying on me (creepy). She then lead me around Sparta to find Hercules to learn more of what to do. We found him in the Red Light district drunk and needed help walking so we both helped him walk by taking one arm each. He then proceed to puke and we both dodged. He told us where to go and so we went after taking a pit stop for clothes. We then both end up on an Earth that was completely colonized by the British. We are in San Francisco and find out there is a party the the Royal Prince is attending. On the way we encounter a Maenad (Who he had seen back at the party that the murdered merchants were at Spero's Home) which makes me extremely uncomfortable. We sneak in and then find a half naked women running and screaming covered in blood and gore with torn dress.

The Witch-King of Tsámra:
(Written by Daniel Amada, son of Morpheus and Iris)
Journal Entry Four:

I can say for certain, that my run in with these two godlings was peculiar to say the least. Their names were Grace and Spero, and they were calm and frazzled, respectively, upon my first impression. I had come upon them in a ball of sorts, a joyous occasion it should have been, which had devolved into a murder from the cult of Dionysus, the blood and gore painting the walls like the art project of a five year old. Crude. Earnest. No finesse. It was a butcher’s job to say the least, and the two godlings next to me seemed to be unphased by the entire endeavor.

I’ve always been a scared individual, however. Though my face does not show. It is not a particular piece of pride for me. I was rocked. The job was strikingly inhumane, to put it bluntly.

Regardless, we found out the cultists stole a crown, which seemed to be of utmost important for a ritualistic undertaking, which I’m still trying to gather information on. We will find out later, it seems.

Later on, Spero summoned Hermes. At will. T’was like Hermes was a magical fairy godmother. He just appeared in a puff of sparkles and smoke. I remained stoic, thanking my poker face.

Hermes unfortunately did not know anything about this matter. He disappeared, doing, again, a grand impression of a fairy. Sparkle, sparkle, puff, puff – gone.

So the group decided to go meet Ares (because of course that’s what they do, meet gods on a whim. Along the way, we came upon a minotaur in the temple of the god, who was compelled to attack us. We tried to talk to him, but my glamour remained ineffective, admittedly. Grace decided to deal with this matter in haste. She crushed the minotaur into paste into righteous fury.

I was amazed by her power, and terrified by her judgment. The minotaur was controlled, compelled, not doing anything wrong, yet she squashed him like a bug.

I wasn’t too happy about the proceedings. Not just for the brutality, nor my own human morality, but the fact it was a missed opportunity to garner more information. We could have knocked him out; I could have invaded his dreams. We would have understood the immortal being who had it out for us.

A shame. More mysteries remained.

We proceeded to meet Ares, and I found out Spero was a child of his lover, Aprhodite (I would say it’s a plot twist, but it made sense.) He seemed a bit lost on the whole matter of the situation too. Ah. Yes. Olympian competency at its finest.

Frankly, however, I was a bit shocked about the whole situation and still processing how all these divine beings just interacted. So forgive me if my next notes are scant in nature.

He agreed to aid us with his finest soldiers. And so he did. We met with them (and radiant and proud they were.) We also traveled further to another boat, and upon this boat, we saw the very realm and whether shake, as if the realm seemed to tear apart.

It was a reminder of the power I needed to garner.

We came upon an island, then, meeting a group of centaurs and magical warriors, who gifted us weapons and armors for our quest.

And that is the end of this first entry.


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