Island of Exile

Angering Poseidon

Sailing from Troy they found the King Kryos’ ships in pursuit, though sailing prowess alone did they manage to out pace the King’s ships and sail into a fog bank losing their hunters. This fog bank wholly unnatural was perceived as a gift, but after sailing within a few days they set to the ever present land, seen at at the edge of the fog, for supplies. Setting camp and collecting supplies they crew felt as if they were being watched by unknown eyes. Late into the evening they were awaken by one of the sailors on watch, as something prowled near to the camp. Calling out into the darkness of the forest, the party declared their peaceful intentions. In response several large figures emerged from the night. Minotaur in tribal dress…

Initially startled the party settle into a dialog with the creatures who appear to speak rudimentary Greek. The Minotaur hunting party leader goes on to inform them that they have landed on the Island of Exile. A place where Poseidon himself keeps all that he does not wish roaming the sea, and that they themselves can never leave, but they are willing to share there home with the Greeks… To this the party begins embarking the boat announcing, “We’re leaving!”. In vain the Minotaur goes on to explain it is not they but Poseidon himself that maintains their exile, and that if perhaps they could eliminate the worst of the island’s evil that they may be released, such as the hags… But the Minotaur’s words fall on deaf ears as the Greek ship once again sets out into the fog, leaving the island behind…

They travel for a short time in the heavy fog but are suddenly stopped with a jolt as a massive figure rises out of the depths, Poseidon himself. He goes on to inform these mortals that it was he that guided them to this island, claiming that Strands of Fate are too dangerous and with the lyre they too must-. At this point it was somehow decided that the most reasonable course of action here would be to attack Poseidon using the very Strands of Fate that Poseidon was just warning them was too dangerous for mortal hands. Taking up the lyre Epimetheus strikes a cord forcing Poseidon to recoil in shock and apparent pain. They use the momentary distraction to make a break for the edge of the fog in an clearly well thought out attempt to out-run the god of the sea, in a boat…

Their ship wrecked and sinking, but bulk of their crew dead, what remains of their debris glides out of the fog and into the open sea, and the approaching ships of King Kryos… Once again taking up the lyre to turn against the King’s ships, but a misstep in the cord results in the Stands of Fate blasting his own already weak party…

They wake, apparently hours later, below decks of the King’s ship and chained to the oars. Stripped of their gear and the Strands of Fate now in the hands of King Kryos they begin to formulate a plan to overpower the guards, which involved everyone going nuts. Meanwhile King Kryos calls out to the gods, demanding they submit to his will, now that the Strands of Fate are in his hands. This creates enough of a distraction that the party are able to defeat the guards and release their binds as well as the other slaves, without notice. They move to take the ship and a battle ensues ending with King Kryos’ death at the hands of the party’s mysterious Greek rogue. The King’s other ship, witnessing the slaughter sail away to report their leader’s death.

The ship and the surviving slaves now in their control as well as the Strands of Fate in their possession once more, they set a course for Crete, their journey plagued with ever present storms…


Epimetheus had a slightly different recollection of events!

First of all, the merchant seemed no more of a thief than any merchant he had run across. And, after all, as a Monk of Hermes, Epimetheus really has nothing against a man earning a bit of coin in whatever way he has to. Not really seeing anything in teh stall, he was more than willing to meet at midnight at the merchant’s warehouse. He truly suspected this was going to be a trap, but he hadn’t been in a fight in days and he was really looking forward to a good one!

So, later at teh warehouse, seemingly oblivious to the signs of forcible entry and the warehouse being looted, Epimetheus and Theo walked deeper into teh trap. As Hermes has said more thanonce, nothing is more surprising when the ambushers suddenly find that they are the ones being ambushed! After finding a nifty and flexible bamboo staff with interesting oriental markings, EPimetheus managed to find a fantastic helmet for Theo. Plopping it on his head seemed to be the last straw for the merchant, who summoned his gang to set upon the travelers. With a cry of “Kill them! Take their gold!” the thieves descended upon the two companions.

Which was just what Epimetheus had been hoping for! Disappointingly, only half came after him, and even worse, Theo got himself tangled up in a net. One would think that with all the fishing and net flinging he did, he would be aware of just how much of a problem that could be. Meanwhile, Epimetheus set about tflinging thieves about, smacking them hard to teh warehouse floor, moving with the grace of the waves on the shore. Soon, the thieves had found a new respect for the monk’s ability to avoid them, and even worse, slam them to the floor and kick them when they were down or just getting back up! The true breaking point, not the late arrival of the Athenian paladin or the rogue, was when Epimetheus took up the thieves’ own battlecry, “Kill them! Take their gold!” The most fearsome part was it looked like the pair just might do it! Soon, bodies littered teh floor, crates were smashing down from stacks, and the merchant himself was being gutted by Theo.

Angered by the thieves failure to see thigns through to the bitter dregs, Epimetheus considered not allowing them to surrender, but the arrival of the Cretan watch forced his hand. A bit bruised, maybe even bleeding just a little, but riding the adrenaline high of winning a fight against heavy odds, Epimetheus departed with his his companions.

The main problem still confronted him though. Should he back their traveling companionin his bid to go to Tartarus? He still could not decide.

Island of Exile

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