My environmental shield splutters and… Fails to engage as I fall back onto the floor of the boat.
"Than-thank you."
No ring power, eh? Even more likely he's dead, then. Won't operate if he's full of
death.
"Think little of it." I try picking myself up, but it looks like I'm still a little unsteady. "Few try diving in Avernos Lake in order to avoid my fee, and fewer still emerge so intact."
I manage to turn, and see a pale skinned but otherwise fairly normal-looking man with a pale brown bushy beard looking down at me.
At least he's being generous about people trying to fare-dodge.
"This was something of an accident."
He nods sympathetically. "It often is. I'm not sure whether that's better than war or not. A war one enters into deliberately at least has a personal purpose to it. Accidents are happenstance." He recovers his oar and inserts the paddle into the water. "What was yours?"
And better still than a slow, lingering death in bed from sickness or dotage. At least in the eyes of the Hellenes...
"I'm not totally sure, but I think I disrupted what was left of a Nazi attempt to access Erebos by absorbing residual death magic from the shade of a hydra."
He stills his oar and glares at me with narrowed eyes.
"Ah. You're a
Hero, then.
"
"You are Pavlos of the Orange Lantern, aren't you?"
"Yes. And you're Charon the Ferryman. I… Ah." Can't access subspace. I feel for my pouch-. Yes, there we are. "I'm afraid that I can only offer you a blank coin, but it is one hundred percent gold."
Not quite the traditional two
Obol in the mouth, but I expect OL is overpaying for quick service.
He pull the oar out of the water and sits down, facing me.
"I have managed to avoid you so far. I know that Lord Hades favours you, and that Melinoë does also. And Akhlys… Your intentions were noble, at least."
Akhlys... The goddess of despair and suffering that he
tried to heal? I guess making the effort was appreciated by those who know her.
"My intention was to fix a problem I could not ignore."
"I don't think I approve of this new heroism. There was a time when fighting against the natural order was considered hubristic, not praiseworthy."
Indeed. But times change, as do religions and peoples.
"If no one fights how things are, how will they ever change?" I looks around.. at… Yes, this is Erebos. "What's been going on here?"
"King Hades is behaving oddly thanks to someone removing all memory of his marriage."
Ah... I'm guessing he's been feeling
youthful again. Not quite the usual sort of midlife crisis...

Afterlife crisis? That most people go through.
"Are he and Persephone making any progress?"
"Making them forget their marriage hasn't just made them forget their marriage. King Hades acts more like a youth, while Persephone dances with nymphs and dryads in an entirely unbecoming fashion for a woman who has birthed two children. Their children show more maturity than they do."
Oooh.

I'm reminded of the archetypal meme of the freshly-divorced woman dressing in her daughter's clothes and going out to feel young again with partying and one-night stands.
"They are several thousand years old. They should both be able to manage their own households by now. Look, about that hydra…"
"Why do you think I am on this lake? Prince Zagreus is on the shoreline waiting for it to emerge."
...And you're serving as a
beater? Or worse,
bait...
"Can you just reopen the portal which the Nazis opened? Thana's right on the other side."
"Not as things stand." He moan-sighs, then stands and takes up his oar. "I will take you to Prince Zagreus. He appeared to hold you in reasonable regard."
Let me guess, he doesn't have the administrative privileges to
control the gates.
"Ah, look, my friends were fighting shade hydra heads. I sort of need to get back there."
"And do what? Your rings are dulled and you cannot breathe the water."
Great. Stuck dead with no rings and thus no inventory access bar what he had in his pockets...
"Ah, true, but-." I check my pouches, but it looks like I lost the purple healing ray. "I can.. probably fix that."
"You can 'fix' it on the shore. I am unhappy to be-."
...This is going to be a
fun day.
The water explodes behind us!
The boat is thrust forwards as Charon glances back, decidedly unhappy. "Get the other oar."
Oh look! More
fun! And some exercise to boot!
Where-? Oh, there. I plant my feet carefully as the water surges and the boat tilts, picking up the oar and-.
"It's been a while since I've done this."
At least you're in good shape for it.
"I suggest that you relearn quickly."
Something flies out of the-. Oh they can fly!

I was
joking about them resembling Castlevania's Medusa Heads...
Oar in the water, try and remember Dad's canoeing lessons and try and keep it in time with Charon's increasingly frantic-
Something zips over our heads and-. And I'm not turning back to look because I'm having a hard enough time with this oar as it is. In-back-lift-turn-forwards, be grateful that I didn't put my heavy armour on because this would be impossible-. Though I would be able to fly using the kinetic belt assuming that it survived passage.
Be glad you're at least getting to keep your physical form for this. It'd be worse if you were stuck as a
shade.
"Lantern!"
I look-. On the shore Zagreus is putting another arrow on his bow.
Right, then. Time to play the helpless escortee. A rare occasion in escort missions.
"Paddle faster!"
More water surges past us, spray splattering against my back and head and I decide to stop twisting the paddle and just pull as fast as I can.
Gee, Zaggy, what do you
think they're doing?
"Do I want to ask?"
"I don't know you well enough to say. Manning a punt for three-." He gasps. "Three thousand years has not prepared me for this!"
Well, good to know you two are on equal footing for this little party.
"Then I guess we're-. We're both in good company!"
The air hums as Zagreus's arrows fly like autocannon rounds at what I'm guessing are the hydra heads. And if they're coming here, then they're not bothering the others.
Ah, supernaturally strong archers. Got to love bows that fire like ballistae.
I hear a crunch right behind us-.
"Duck!"
Where's a
Punt Gun when you want one...
I crouch to the side, doing the best I can to keep up my paddle speed as an arrow fzzzmms through the space I was standing in and hits something, probably a hydra head. I-
"Don't stop, that's the immortal one!"
There's always something more
intimidating about arrows whizzing past than bullets. Must be the size and air displacement.
-don't stop frantically paddling until we hit the shore and scramble onto land and only then risk turning back to see…
Heads, laying on the surface of the water, squirming but almost… Anchored in place by the arrows. And one head, clearly not dead even as blood continues to pout from its neck and from the wounds Zagreus's arrows have made, trying with all its might to squirm up the sand towards us.
"And this isn't even the worst of it."
Exacerbated by the absence of Olympus, no doubt.