Zeus and the other Olympians resided on mount Olympus, as they rightfully deserved. Going about their business and life as they normally would. The same could be said for the Mortals, but not all that existed thorough the realms. As this reign of false peace continues, the true chaos slowly begins to unfold.
While those on Mount Olympus and the mortals continued their daily lives; anger and hate boiled and brewed in the underworld. Hades was in the rarest of attitudes, it was excited. His plans were not only working, but at an unexpected rate of success. He may of not directly caused the fall of Greece, but he may as well had been. But that was the least of his actions, the beginning of his terror that would be etched into the mortal realm, once again.
(After a bit of character development and interaction. I will insert and play a few characters that start a very epic chain of events. (The main story/quest.)
A weak shout echoed as he awoke, his breathing was heavy and frantic. Drenched in sweat Theos attempted to pull himself together from the nightmare that awoke him. The same nightmare that has haunted him ever since that horrifying day. After a while of calming down he started picking up camp. Due to his abrupt and somewhat loud awakening, Theos was a little on edge while gathering his things.
Today was one of those rare occasions where Rome would be visited. Not only was his supplies running thin, but A Cyclops head was in need of turning in.
Rome was a place that Theos could hardly call home, due to how often he was really there. However no matter how long he was gone, he was always welcomed with open arms. More importantly, the arena always remembered his name. If it wasn't for earning his freedom he would still be in the damned gladiators arena. But luckily the gods favored Theos' freedom over his gladiator title.
Unlike most, Theos traveled by foot, not often by horse. Many considered him a fool for traveling the distances he did on foot. But he never saw a problem with it. There were a lot of things that he felt, separated himself from the rest of the world. Meaning he never truly found somewhere he could say, he belonged. Except for once, though that time of belonging, was cut short and now is a haunting nightmare.