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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

And what do your eyes see when they look at me?"


 "Someone ready to fight at my side, when necessary."


 "We are what we do," you reply. "The past is a shadow, and the future nothing but a dream." You turn around. "Get some rest. That's what I plan to do."


You make your way to the captain's quarters. It's a narrow room with no frills and only the simplest of furniture, but it's good enough for what it's meant to be: a place to sleep, sheltered from the naked dome of the sky, protected from the salt-bite of the wind.


You peel off your clothes. These days, you prefer…


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