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

If you ever had any doubt that you were born to be great, that day extinguished it.


Demodocus plays another note. He's building up to another one of his songs, recounting it all. "Arrows rained down on us from the high wall so thick they blotted out the sun."


Ajax nods and addresses you: "I covered you with my shield as you let out a cry so loud it still sends shivers up my spine."


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