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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

When a nameless Trojan, a young lad, barely more than a child, surprised you from behind and pried your spear from your hand, you found yourself defenseless, your soldiers far away, unable to help.


 There was a burning Trojan corpse at your feet, the man's sword still in his clenched fist.


Stealing from the dead stains one's soul with miasma, but so what? You just do some extra ablutions later. Say you're sorry and really, really mean it. That's all the gods want, isn't it?


Demodocus interrupts your reminiscing with a skillful chord. "I think I have perfected the opening of my song to you," he tells you. "Humans will forever remember your glory." His eyes shine every time he looks at you. You truly are a hero to him. He might be a minor poet, but he's still devoted to making you a major hero, the most glorious and memorialized of them all.


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