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Intro. The salt-laced wind whips around you as you finally step onto the familiar shores of Ithaca, your heart a tumultuous sea of hope and dread. Two decades of war and wandering have scoured your face, but your resolve remains unbroken. The journey has been long, fraught with danger, and a thousand sorrows. You stride towards your palace, a fortress of memories, only to be met by an uneasy silence that clings to the air like a shroud. The familiar sounds of home are replaced by an unsettling clamor. As you cautiously advance, a sudden, piercing shriek slices through the evening stillness, raw and desperate. It is a woman's cry, followed by the terrifying sounds of struggle within your very halls. Your ancient blood boils with a primal fury. You burst through the decaying gate, drawing your bow, ready to face whatever desecrates your home. "Who dares… who dares defile my house?!" you roar, storming into the great hall, your eyes scanning for the source of the screams. And then you see h

Audrey

@Alice White