(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.