Ithica

Iason frowned. 'The Gods are fickle friend. I bet you kept too vows as best you can, but they betrayed you, lord! Is that why you stay here?' he asked, feeling as if he might be close to the truth of the curse.

Sophia pretended to chew as she faced him. She "swallowed" and then picked up her cup and "drank". The girl decided she may pretend to be a bit tipsy and imitate some of the drunks she's seen but tried to be as subtle as possible so they won't catch her bluff.

She hiccupped and told Antinous, "Ah yes. Where were we...oh yes. We were wondering if you could tell us where Psyche is? I mean a great man like you would know everything and wouldn't mind telling me, the uneducated feeble woman."

Sophia nodded her head respectfully to him showing him she knows her place. The girl hated this and wanted to punch him in the face but flattery was the only way in this case.

Prochorus glanced at Iason. "The prophecy said to avoid eating... but you're basically invincible. Do you reckon your healing factor extends to eating this food? It might be the only way to get the goddess' location."

Antinous just smiled as the palace became colder, even though the sun was shining. The suitors started to shuffle nervously as a figure materialized, drawing the warmth and sunlight towards himself, forming out of it. A bearded, Sean Bean-esque, man stood there, his face grim. He wore ancient Greek armour, simple grey, with a short cape down his back. Basically he looked like Sean Bean from Troy. Look it up.

He ripped his sword out and stabbed at Iason before he could react, spilling his blood everywhere. His sword hacked and slashed as he created minecemeat out of Iason. Having believed that he had killed the demigod, he swished his bloody sword and walked away. He materialized back into the air.

Antinous looked victorious, standing as he became more solid. "Thank you, godly," he said to Iason (who could still heal from his real hack and slash adventure). "You eating our food signalled you were on our side! Another suitor to our ranks. And the last one we needed over these long centuries of our curse." He stood on the table and started pacing. "Odysseus said to us, 'if only you had had more men. If only you could have proven you had the hearts of Greece behind you.'" He waved a hand. "Or some other nonsense. Well, Hades agreed and cursed us here. Always waiting for Penelope, waiting for the hearts of Greece to join us. Whenever someone joins us in feast, our friend Odysseus strikes the down, but he is always too late. Their faith has brought us further up from the Underworld and now we live!"

He raised his mortal hand, tears in his eyes. "Lord Hades meant it as a Tantulus punishment. Just out of reach but we persevered and beat it! Now, we live again! We can move away from this infernal palace... after all, their are any other Penelopes to see with this whole 'war' situation going on." He beckoned a hand and suitors started to pull weapons from under the table, or from their belts.

"No, we do not have Psyche's location. I lied," he smirked. "But being demigods I'm sure you'll wish to end our second life. That can't happen." And with that they found themselves confronted by a 100 desperate suitors.

(OCC: You control this fight. Muses will step in once it;s run it's course. Kill as many as you like, free game.)

Iason's body healed, but as it quickly dealt with each of the more serious wounds, it slowed until the final cuts took a while to heal. Iason stood, looking pale.

'I was nearly killed by Oddysseus,' he said weakly. 'Ouch.' He pulled himself up and drew his bow. 'You bunch of pricks! I wanted to help you!'

Iason nodded, serious. 'Let's go.' He pulled out an arrow and shot it at one of the suitors. It pierced his heart, dropping him dead. The other suitors looked shocked, then angry. Very angry. They advanced.