My name is Adelfos. I am a Spartan child born in Sparta and raised in Hades. When I was young they tore me from my home, my family, and eventually my life. I grew in the pits of Hades. My only desire to seek out revenge upon the one who put me here. I decided to seek aid from others who had been placed here by the very bastard I scorn. One day, as his fame grew, he sent me a captain. He was the captain of a ship that was destroyed by the creature known as Hydra. I talked with him and he decided to help me. We would need a crew. A fearless crew to help steer a ship up the river Styx and out of this pit of damnation.
We had a captain and myself. More were needed to begin this quest. As the captain and I scoured the fields of Asfodel we discovered three women sitting on the grass and talking peacefully. All were discussing the Ghost of Sparta. As if he were some god on high. In my anger I lashed out at them screaming that he was nothing but a coward and traitor to all he knew. One of the women grabbed my head and I relived the life I once knew.
My birth, my mother, my training as a young boy, and then I relived the day. That day my life was turned to nothing. The woman looked at me in shock.
"You're an oracle." I sneered.
"Yes." She replied. "The last Oracle of Athens." It was obvious she was avoiding a discussion on what she had just seen. I looked to the other girls.
"And them?"
"Whores. Women that..." She stopped as she chose her words, "He has taken to bed."
"You will come in handy." I told them all. "How would you like to escape from this place and return to the land of mortals?" The whores smiled and the Oracle nodded disapproving of the suggestion but seeming to appreciate the concept of escape.
So they joined us as we made our way to Tartarus. There we were gladly joined by three undead soldiers, a wraith, a centaur and a satyr. Eventually word had spread about my plan. I was approached by the great Mionotaur himself. The first of his brood. I didn't understand his grunts and growls but it was obvious he too wanted revenge. So I welcomed him and two of his sons.
The crew was complete. All we needed now was a ship. As we left Tartarus a hand grabbed my shoulder. I looked upon the arm, up the shoulder, and into the eyes of someone I never believed I would have the luck to meet. I bowed before him and trembled in fear. "My Lord."
"To defeat a God." He said picking me up off the ground and standing me up. "You will require the help of a God." And with that Ares pointed to the river Styx where a large ship, with the heading of a Hydra, rose from the black water. Our journey had begun.
