You approach a Throne, adorned in skulls, and depictions of vultures, and the bloody helms of victory from countless battles won. The God of War is seated on a darkened golden throne, a leg crossed over the other as he looks down at you, red eyes glaring daggers to you through the dark.

“I am Ares. The greek god of War. Son of Zeus and Goddess Hera, and a fan of Bloodshed. I am war incarnate… Though, something tells me you already knew that.”

He speaks lowly. “Tell me what you seek.”