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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 10:20 am
♦Hades♦
Welcome to the Hades Table!
The Underworld table. It is made of Stygerian Iron, made directly from the River Styx. There are small Medusa statues, and pomegranates. It has a small amount of cloud around it, somewhat like a fog.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 3:02 am
Skylar entered the Lunch Pavillion, to the Hades table. Grabbing a pomegranate, he wondered if he had to give offerings as well, seeing as his father didn't live in Olympus. Better to be safe than sorry. He shrugged and went to the firepit to offer some fruit before leaving the Pavillion for the Woods.
((Exit to the Woods))
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 5:26 am
☽ɠɑɓϵ ɓʆɑϲӄɓʆɑȡϵ☾
"You have some seriously messed up ideas about death." "Man, I'm so hungry." Gabe said as he yawned, he had just woken up in the woods. He grabbed a pomegranate and walked out, not quite sure where he wanted to go. -------------------------------------------------------- Beneath the hills and wrapped in night, the cavernous plains below, the realm of Hades. Mystic Hades, Holder of the Keys of Earth, Incline Thy sacred ear, unlock Thy deep and adamantine gates, and bring abundant fruits to bear. All needy mortals pray to Thee, and You reply with riches from your hidden chambers. The seat of Gods, the basis of mankind is fixed upon Thine Avernean throne in the Underworld, Distant, unknown to rest, where darkness reigns, and destitute of breath, pale specters dwell. In dread Acheron, whose depths are shrouded, And Earth's stable roots are held secure, Thou determines the fates of the dead, heeding the council of Queen Persephone, Thy wife. In Thy black chariot, by sable horses drawn rapt over the deep, in the wondrous cave of Atthis, the wide gates display the entrance to Thy realm devoid of light. Thou shelters mortal souls in the comforting heart of Gaia, in the dark womb of Earth. Father of Dionysus, of subtle works, Thou alone are the author, visible and known. Teacher of Mysteries, Rapturous Lover, Power All Ruling, Holy Giver of Hope, who delights in the hymns of sacred poets, Grant favor to the work of Your Priestesses and Priests, And rejoicing come, for Holy rites are Thine.
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