Ovo_do_bonde

The war is over - Troy has fallen. After ten long years, you, the sovereign of the crown of Ithaca, cast your sails home. But Poseidon, god of the sea, cursed your journey, and now, many trials stand between you and the loving embrace of your wife and child: Polyphemus the Cyclops, Scylla and Charybdis, the mermaids, the Land of the Lotus Eaters.. .you and your companions will even travel to the land of the dead.

And the memories that haunt you: the ghosts of those you killed on the battlefields? Do you even want to get back to your spouse and the burdens of government? What if you find love or peace somewhere along the way? Not all houses look the same. And what songs will the poets sing about you - will they hail you as a hero? ...or an assassin?

Origin Of My Family

The night is finally calm, your crew tired from a day's laboring along the mighty back of the Mediterranean Sea. Circe lights an oil lamp and passes it to you, then lights another and places it on the mast above your head. It casts shadows across your crew's faces as they gather around you: Demodocus with his golden lyre, Polyxena with her royal scowl, Ajax with his harsh and prideful jaw, Eurylochus with the clear, bright eyes that put the Achaean sky to shame.


The water laps quietly at the sides of your ship, the large sail above barely inflated, propelling you forward, toward home.


Home, where your throne and your family await.


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