" SIGNED, Nobody. "

⋆˚࿔ an rp blog depicting odysseus' journey back to ithaca (etm). 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[theithacansailor]

" Hello, comrades, citizens from distant lands, and fellow travelers like myself. My name, location, and place origin should be of no interest to any of you who wish to stumble upon this 'postbox' that I have decided to set up, as I am just a simple traveler, fighting alongside 600 men and their captain to reach back to our homeland. I pray this postbox does not bring threats or estrangement; but merely a sense of familiarity, and a connection with the outside world to let them know we remain alive."

" As for the information that I will let you to gaze upon; the people that sail amongst these Trimene ships have been birthed from Ithaca, Greece. My age is irrelevant, but I shall guess I am in my 30s. A few pricks of grey hair have began showing themselves through the hairs of my scalp; and my friends tease me for my growing age. It is amusing, I shall not blame them. "

" In summary; for those who stumble upon this blog and wish to know the tales of the Trojan War, and for those who wish to know of our wellbeing as we sail back home (whether it be your family, or for curiosity), this is your destination. I pray you send your letters so we may remind you of our travels. "

— Regards, the Ithacan Sailor

TAGS USED:

"will these actions haunt my days? 👁️" - physical trauma, violence, etc "how could you say this? 👤" - emotional trauma, angst "i fight for us. 🫂" - posts about penelope/telemachus, or loved ones "full speed ahead! ⛵️" - lore-effective posts, relating to etm/the odyssey "letters that sail through ithaca. ✉️" - general answers and posts "we only mean to harm to disarm. 🌟" - posts about greek gods

RULES:

no disturbing asks. flirting, suggestive asks are fine, but no disrespect, disgusting themes, homophobia, racism, or any hate. (mod is he/him by the way!)

try not to control all actions or events in the rp/ask; i am trying to remain as canon to the events of the odyssey/etm as possible(e.g godmodding, etc.)

OTHER BLOGS:

@thecacaomonarch - my crk, dark cacao cookie blog.

@fromantsupthere - personal blog, non-roleplay related

[theithacansailor]

send asks

[theithacansailor]

anywhere BUT Ithaca bro 😭😭💔

shhhhhh ts is gonna take him a while gng /ooc

[theithacansailor]

It has been very song since we have heard from you traveler, I do hope that this finds you in good health. And that your journey is a smooth one.

" Dear faraway traveler,

I thank you for your kind words; I am very sure the rest of the captain's crew would be very grateful for the support that you send towards us across the seas. I have had difficulty sending my letters back across the wind and towards Ithaca; but I hope that my replies are not too much delayed. The ships still remain strong, and these 600 Ithacans still remain hearty. I pray to the Gods that these conditions still stand across our journey back home. "

— Regards, the Ithacan Sailor

[theithacansailor]

hol up have i gotten ANY asks on this acc lemme check /ooc

[theithacansailor]

*... It was rather boring being on break. But breaking a promise to a friend, especially if that friend was Dionysus, would never end well most likely. So... perhaps there was something else to do, yes?*

*The weather was ideal for a fly! So, after making an excuse to leave, he entered the mortal lands. Traveling by his winged sandals and additions on his head... he stumbled on a fleet.

The fleet.*

*He chuckled to himself, staying in the air... hovering just far away to where he may not be noticed. He was looking for someone in particular.*

The weather truly was grand at this time of day. Birds of sorts soared through the salt-wafting air, the sparkle of sea scattering the sunlight across the vision of every single man that stood on those Trimene ships. Men walked back and forth, bringing barrels and crates down towards the lower sections of the ship, small shimmers of cutlery being seen stuffed in the cloths tucked around the shadows of the vessels; albeit they didn't look all too dirty.

There seemed to be quite a few men beginning to thin, although their faces remained full of life and pride; with confidence and satisfaction glimmering across their eyes. They were making it back home.

And then, there came the captain.

As Odysseus was setting down a barrel across the lower deck of the ship, he glanced further into the blue, radiant sky, taking in the smell of the sea that him and his 600 men sailed upon. He stared greatly at the birds that flew by, likening himself and his ships towards those birds; trying to make it back home. Trying to find something to eat.

Little did he know that something far greater than a bird was watching him.

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

*He was as observant as a hawk, while remaining as a separate being from one. Studying the men below as they trotted in orderly fashion, wood thudding rhythmically. They reminded him of little ants, small but great in their own worlds.

With a distant woosh, he whisked himself through the atmosphere once more. Closer to the old captain below. His great grandson. Odysseus. Whom held the air of relaxed authority like a cape on the back.*

*It appeared the men were rather, for lack of a better word, anticipated. Or, perhaps a sort of satisfactory at their homeland becoming oh so much closer as moons pass. The hope had yet to diminish, and he had the urgency to make it stay as such.

So, with a flourish, he laughed. One of the usual, high-pitched and hasty kinds that had become his signature. He had no clue if the man below would truly catch it, yet, he dared to attempt to get his attention anyhow. At least without causing a scare all too awful.*

[theithacansailor]

Odysseus, the great king of Ithaca, the great captain of his crew; unfortunately was not invulnerable to the succumbing of hunger. He felt himself get frailer — not by a lot, but just enough to make his muscles ache. The skies continued to remain blue and bright; his red cloak swaying behind him as the winds guided his journey home.

Suddenly, he felt the winds get stronger beside him, despite it being only for a mere moment, it was a strong blow, almost strong enough to ripple the ship's sails and change course — fortunately not powerful enough. However, it had just enough power to make the king flinch; and peak his curiosity. He looked left and right, his focus now in full throttle as the whispers of his daydreams now dissipated from his mind.

Then, he heard some form of laugh. He wondered if it was all in his head, or if it was some caw from a bird high-up in the distance, high and mighty just enough for Odysseus to hear it. He looked up once more, placing the side of his palm above his eyes to shield himself from the sun's rays blocking his vision; and then he saw it.

Something high and mighty like a bird, but definitely greater. A figure in the distance. Flying.

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

*That very figure was rather well-built, but narrow and swift like an arrow ready to soar. He certainly knew better than to stay in the open, but, this was a mortal related to him. What harm must it do?

The birds seemed to part in their flight path as he finally descended. A wave came up, hard and quick, just barely striking the side of the hull. Just enough to set it into rocking motion, before it once more settled idly in the sun reflecting waters.*

"Why, if it is not Odysseus himself!"

*The voice and the appearance was unmistakable. Vibrant like fresh fruit, mysterious like what may hide behind clouds on a rainy day. Only to be unveiled when it all clears up.*

[theithacansailor]

The captain immediately jolted, watching as the ship rocked back and forth in a swift motion, not enough to cause any commotion or anything to topple over, but just enough to create a cause for concern for the men on the ship that Odysseus stood upon. He grasped tightly against the railings of the ship, watching as it began to settle after the sudden oscillation, rocking back and forth before coming to a standstill once more, the sails swaying gracefully.

Odysseus stared further into the sky, watching as the birds had already departed from the blue of his vision; remaining only that same figure, high and mighty, swift and narrow like an arrow, but well-built like a god.

Oh.

It was a god, wasn't it?

" Who goes there? "

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

"Just a friend,"

*Came the same voice. A rather simple, concealed response. He enjoyed his own games of vaguely engaging in answers.*

"Who may have information you wish to have from your homeland. One that you slice through these very waves with firmly built hulls to get to."

*It was true. The god could grant insight of certain details. However, the question was if he would do so, or would he continue to block it like a gate?*

[theithacansailor]

A friend. How reassuring. The Ithacan sailor wasn't quite sure if he could trust the figure high in the sky, but there was something about his voice that stuck to him — needling pressure through his head as a sense of familiarity. It didn't quite get to him right.

" Information from my homeland? And what kind of information do you bring? "

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

*A breathy laugh this time, toned lower. With the heat of the sun beating down on him, he was a little out of energy. Not common for a god, especially not for him, but he would never officially let it be displayed.

At the question, there was a subtle tilt of the head visible. Wings beginning to slow their more rapid flapping to a calculated relaxed set of movements.*

"Information that may just add fuel to your motivation to return. To keep you hopeful. After all, I believe I have the correct captain, and the rightful fleet... Ithaca is your destination, is it not?"

[theithacansailor]

" Ithaca is my destination, yes. You do seem to know a lot, oh almighty one in the sky; so what is this information that you wish to tell me? What words have you blessed upon my ears to guide us further into our journey home? "

The captain tilted his head, crossing his arms.

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

"Ah, I just knew I was not mistaken. I offer the words of what you may wish to know. The wellbeing of your wife, your son. The goodness of your dear kingdom... you name it, I deliver!"

*He stated, hands resting on his hips with the elbows pointing to the sides.*

[theithacansailor]

So high-and-mighty; bringing messages from miles away, washing through the waves of the open sea, to find lone ships led by a courageous captain. His suspicion, as if it never existed, faded away as soon as Hermes mentioned his wife and son. His kingdom. The sole thing he spent 10 years away from, merely for the act of war; Ithaca.

" You know this? I have been gone for 10 years; how much do you know? "

[theithacansailor]

*... It was rather boring being on break. But breaking a promise to a friend, especially if that friend was Dionysus, would never end well most likely. So... perhaps there was something else to do, yes?*

*The weather was ideal for a fly! So, after making an excuse to leave, he entered the mortal lands. Traveling by his winged sandals and additions on his head... he stumbled on a fleet.

The fleet.*

*He chuckled to himself, staying in the air... hovering just far away to where he may not be noticed. He was looking for someone in particular.*

The weather truly was grand at this time of day. Birds of sorts soared through the salt-wafting air, the sparkle of sea scattering the sunlight across the vision of every single man that stood on those Trimene ships. Men walked back and forth, bringing barrels and crates down towards the lower sections of the ship, small shimmers of cutlery being seen stuffed in the cloths tucked around the shadows of the vessels; albeit they didn't look all too dirty.

There seemed to be quite a few men beginning to thin, although their faces remained full of life and pride; with confidence and satisfaction glimmering across their eyes. They were making it back home.

And then, there came the captain.

As Odysseus was setting down a barrel across the lower deck of the ship, he glanced further into the blue, radiant sky, taking in the smell of the sea that him and his 600 men sailed upon. He stared greatly at the birds that flew by, likening himself and his ships towards those birds; trying to make it back home. Trying to find something to eat.

Little did he know that something far greater than a bird was watching him.

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

*He was as observant as a hawk, while remaining as a separate being from one. Studying the men below as they trotted in orderly fashion, wood thudding rhythmically. They reminded him of little ants, small but great in their own worlds.

With a distant woosh, he whisked himself through the atmosphere once more. Closer to the old captain below. His great grandson. Odysseus. Whom held the air of relaxed authority like a cape on the back.*

*It appeared the men were rather, for lack of a better word, anticipated. Or, perhaps a sort of satisfactory at their homeland becoming oh so much closer as moons pass. The hope had yet to diminish, and he had the urgency to make it stay as such.

So, with a flourish, he laughed. One of the usual, high-pitched and hasty kinds that had become his signature. He had no clue if the man below would truly catch it, yet, he dared to attempt to get his attention anyhow. At least without causing a scare all too awful.*

[theithacansailor]

Odysseus, the great king of Ithaca, the great captain of his crew; unfortunately was not invulnerable to the succumbing of hunger. He felt himself get frailer — not by a lot, but just enough to make his muscles ache. The skies continued to remain blue and bright; his red cloak swaying behind him as the winds guided his journey home.

Suddenly, he felt the winds get stronger beside him, despite it being only for a mere moment, it was a strong blow, almost strong enough to ripple the ship's sails and change course — fortunately not powerful enough. However, it had just enough power to make the king flinch; and peak his curiosity. He looked left and right, his focus now in full throttle as the whispers of his daydreams now dissipated from his mind.

Then, he heard some form of laugh. He wondered if it was all in his head, or if it was some caw from a bird high-up in the distance, high and mighty just enough for Odysseus to hear it. He looked up once more, placing the side of his palm above his eyes to shield himself from the sun's rays blocking his vision; and then he saw it.

Something high and mighty like a bird, but definitely greater. A figure in the distance. Flying.

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

*That very figure was rather well-built, but narrow and swift like an arrow ready to soar. He certainly knew better than to stay in the open, but, this was a mortal related to him. What harm must it do?

The birds seemed to part in their flight path as he finally descended. A wave came up, hard and quick, just barely striking the side of the hull. Just enough to set it into rocking motion, before it once more settled idly in the sun reflecting waters.*

"Why, if it is not Odysseus himself!"

*The voice and the appearance was unmistakable. Vibrant like fresh fruit, mysterious like what may hide behind clouds on a rainy day. Only to be unveiled when it all clears up.*

[theithacansailor]

The captain immediately jolted, watching as the ship rocked back and forth in a swift motion, not enough to cause any commotion or anything to topple over, but just enough to create a cause for concern for the men on the ship that Odysseus stood upon. He grasped tightly against the railings of the ship, watching as it began to settle after the sudden oscillation, rocking back and forth before coming to a standstill once more, the sails swaying gracefully.

Odysseus stared further into the sky, watching as the birds had already departed from the blue of his vision; remaining only that same figure, high and mighty, swift and narrow like an arrow, but well-built like a god.

Oh.

It was a god, wasn't it?

" Who goes there? "

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

"Just a friend,"

*Came the same voice. A rather simple, concealed response. He enjoyed his own games of vaguely engaging in answers.*

"Who may have information you wish to have from your homeland. One that you slice through these very waves with firmly built hulls to get to."

*It was true. The god could grant insight of certain details. However, the question was if he would do so, or would he continue to block it like a gate?*

[theithacansailor]

A friend. How reassuring. The Ithacan sailor wasn't quite sure if he could trust the figure high in the sky, but there was something about his voice that stuck to him — needling pressure through his head as a sense of familiarity. It didn't quite get to him right.

" Information from my homeland? And what kind of information do you bring? "

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

*A breathy laugh this time, toned lower. With the heat of the sun beating down on him, he was a little out of energy. Not common for a god, especially not for him, but he would never officially let it be displayed.

At the question, there was a subtle tilt of the head visible. Wings beginning to slow their more rapid flapping to a calculated relaxed set of movements.*

"Information that may just add fuel to your motivation to return. To keep you hopeful. After all, I believe I have the correct captain, and the rightful fleet... Ithaca is your destination, is it not?"

[theithacansailor]

" Ithaca is my destination, yes. You do seem to know a lot, oh almighty one in the sky; so what is this information that you wish to tell me? What words have you blessed upon my ears to guide us further into our journey home? "

The captain tilted his head, crossing his arms.

[theithacansailor]

*... It was rather boring being on break. But breaking a promise to a friend, especially if that friend was Dionysus, would never end well most likely. So... perhaps there was something else to do, yes?*

*The weather was ideal for a fly! So, after making an excuse to leave, he entered the mortal lands. Traveling by his winged sandals and additions on his head... he stumbled on a fleet.

The fleet.*

*He chuckled to himself, staying in the air... hovering just far away to where he may not be noticed. He was looking for someone in particular.*

The weather truly was grand at this time of day. Birds of sorts soared through the salt-wafting air, the sparkle of sea scattering the sunlight across the vision of every single man that stood on those Trimene ships. Men walked back and forth, bringing barrels and crates down towards the lower sections of the ship, small shimmers of cutlery being seen stuffed in the cloths tucked around the shadows of the vessels; albeit they didn't look all too dirty.

There seemed to be quite a few men beginning to thin, although their faces remained full of life and pride; with confidence and satisfaction glimmering across their eyes. They were making it back home.

And then, there came the captain.

As Odysseus was setting down a barrel across the lower deck of the ship, he glanced further into the blue, radiant sky, taking in the smell of the sea that him and his 600 men sailed upon. He stared greatly at the birds that flew by, likening himself and his ships towards those birds; trying to make it back home. Trying to find something to eat.

Little did he know that something far greater than a bird was watching him.

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

*He was as observant as a hawk, while remaining as a separate being from one. Studying the men below as they trotted in orderly fashion, wood thudding rhythmically. They reminded him of little ants, small but great in their own worlds.

With a distant woosh, he whisked himself through the atmosphere once more. Closer to the old captain below. His great grandson. Odysseus. Whom held the air of relaxed authority like a cape on the back.*

*It appeared the men were rather, for lack of a better word, anticipated. Or, perhaps a sort of satisfactory at their homeland becoming oh so much closer as moons pass. The hope had yet to diminish, and he had the urgency to make it stay as such.

So, with a flourish, he laughed. One of the usual, high-pitched and hasty kinds that had become his signature. He had no clue if the man below would truly catch it, yet, he dared to attempt to get his attention anyhow. At least without causing a scare all too awful.*

[theithacansailor]

Odysseus, the great king of Ithaca, the great captain of his crew; unfortunately was not invulnerable to the succumbing of hunger. He felt himself get frailer — not by a lot, but just enough to make his muscles ache. The skies continued to remain blue and bright; his red cloak swaying behind him as the winds guided his journey home.

Suddenly, he felt the winds get stronger beside him, despite it being only for a mere moment, it was a strong blow, almost strong enough to ripple the ship's sails and change course — fortunately not powerful enough. However, it had just enough power to make the king flinch; and peak his curiosity. He looked left and right, his focus now in full throttle as the whispers of his daydreams now dissipated from his mind.

Then, he heard some form of laugh. He wondered if it was all in his head, or if it was some caw from a bird high-up in the distance, high and mighty just enough for Odysseus to hear it. He looked up once more, placing the side of his palm above his eyes to shield himself from the sun's rays blocking his vision; and then he saw it.

Something high and mighty like a bird, but definitely greater. A figure in the distance. Flying.

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

*That very figure was rather well-built, but narrow and swift like an arrow ready to soar. He certainly knew better than to stay in the open, but, this was a mortal related to him. What harm must it do?

The birds seemed to part in their flight path as he finally descended. A wave came up, hard and quick, just barely striking the side of the hull. Just enough to set it into rocking motion, before it once more settled idly in the sun reflecting waters.*

"Why, if it is not Odysseus himself!"

*The voice and the appearance was unmistakable. Vibrant like fresh fruit, mysterious like what may hide behind clouds on a rainy day. Only to be unveiled when it all clears up.*

[theithacansailor]

The captain immediately jolted, watching as the ship rocked back and forth in a swift motion, not enough to cause any commotion or anything to topple over, but just enough to create a cause for concern for the men on the ship that Odysseus stood upon. He grasped tightly against the railings of the ship, watching as it began to settle after the sudden oscillation, rocking back and forth before coming to a standstill once more, the sails swaying gracefully.

Odysseus stared further into the sky, watching as the birds had already departed from the blue of his vision; remaining only that same figure, high and mighty, swift and narrow like an arrow, but well-built like a god.

Oh.

It was a god, wasn't it?

" Who goes there? "

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

"Just a friend,"

*Came the same voice. A rather simple, concealed response. He enjoyed his own games of vaguely engaging in answers.*

"Who may have information you wish to have from your homeland. One that you slice through these very waves with firmly built hulls to get to."

*It was true. The god could grant insight of certain details. However, the question was if he would do so, or would he continue to block it like a gate?*

[theithacansailor]

A friend. How reassuring. The Ithacan sailor wasn't quite sure if he could trust the figure high in the sky, but there was something about his voice that stuck to him — needling pressure through his head as a sense of familiarity. It didn't quite get to him right.

" Information from my homeland? And what kind of information do you bring? "

[theithacansailor]

*... It was rather boring being on break. But breaking a promise to a friend, especially if that friend was Dionysus, would never end well most likely. So... perhaps there was something else to do, yes?*

*The weather was ideal for a fly! So, after making an excuse to leave, he entered the mortal lands. Traveling by his winged sandals and additions on his head... he stumbled on a fleet.

The fleet.*

*He chuckled to himself, staying in the air... hovering just far away to where he may not be noticed. He was looking for someone in particular.*

The weather truly was grand at this time of day. Birds of sorts soared through the salt-wafting air, the sparkle of sea scattering the sunlight across the vision of every single man that stood on those Trimene ships. Men walked back and forth, bringing barrels and crates down towards the lower sections of the ship, small shimmers of cutlery being seen stuffed in the cloths tucked around the shadows of the vessels; albeit they didn't look all too dirty.

There seemed to be quite a few men beginning to thin, although their faces remained full of life and pride; with confidence and satisfaction glimmering across their eyes. They were making it back home.

And then, there came the captain.

As Odysseus was setting down a barrel across the lower deck of the ship, he glanced further into the blue, radiant sky, taking in the smell of the sea that him and his 600 men sailed upon. He stared greatly at the birds that flew by, likening himself and his ships towards those birds; trying to make it back home. Trying to find something to eat.

Little did he know that something far greater than a bird was watching him.

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

*He was as observant as a hawk, while remaining as a separate being from one. Studying the men below as they trotted in orderly fashion, wood thudding rhythmically. They reminded him of little ants, small but great in their own worlds.

With a distant woosh, he whisked himself through the atmosphere once more. Closer to the old captain below. His great grandson. Odysseus. Whom held the air of relaxed authority like a cape on the back.*

*It appeared the men were rather, for lack of a better word, anticipated. Or, perhaps a sort of satisfactory at their homeland becoming oh so much closer as moons pass. The hope had yet to diminish, and he had the urgency to make it stay as such.

So, with a flourish, he laughed. One of the usual, high-pitched and hasty kinds that had become his signature. He had no clue if the man below would truly catch it, yet, he dared to attempt to get his attention anyhow. At least without causing a scare all too awful.*

[theithacansailor]

Odysseus, the great king of Ithaca, the great captain of his crew; unfortunately was not invulnerable to the succumbing of hunger. He felt himself get frailer — not by a lot, but just enough to make his muscles ache. The skies continued to remain blue and bright; his red cloak swaying behind him as the winds guided his journey home.

Suddenly, he felt the winds get stronger beside him, despite it being only for a mere moment, it was a strong blow, almost strong enough to ripple the ship's sails and change course — fortunately not powerful enough. However, it had just enough power to make the king flinch; and peak his curiosity. He looked left and right, his focus now in full throttle as the whispers of his daydreams now dissipated from his mind.

Then, he heard some form of laugh. He wondered if it was all in his head, or if it was some caw from a bird high-up in the distance, high and mighty just enough for Odysseus to hear it. He looked up once more, placing the side of his palm above his eyes to shield himself from the sun's rays blocking his vision; and then he saw it.

Something high and mighty like a bird, but definitely greater. A figure in the distance. Flying.

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

*That very figure was rather well-built, but narrow and swift like an arrow ready to soar. He certainly knew better than to stay in the open, but, this was a mortal related to him. What harm must it do?

The birds seemed to part in their flight path as he finally descended. A wave came up, hard and quick, just barely striking the side of the hull. Just enough to set it into rocking motion, before it once more settled idly in the sun reflecting waters.*

"Why, if it is not Odysseus himself!"

*The voice and the appearance was unmistakable. Vibrant like fresh fruit, mysterious like what may hide behind clouds on a rainy day. Only to be unveiled when it all clears up.*

[theithacansailor]

The captain immediately jolted, watching as the ship rocked back and forth in a swift motion, not enough to cause any commotion or anything to topple over, but just enough to create a cause for concern for the men on the ship that Odysseus stood upon. He grasped tightly against the railings of the ship, watching as it began to settle after the sudden oscillation, rocking back and forth before coming to a standstill once more, the sails swaying gracefully.

Odysseus stared further into the sky, watching as the birds had already departed from the blue of his vision; remaining only that same figure, high and mighty, swift and narrow like an arrow, but well-built like a god.

Oh.

It was a god, wasn't it?

" Who goes there? "

[theithacansailor]

*... It was rather boring being on break. But breaking a promise to a friend, especially if that friend was Dionysus, would never end well most likely. So... perhaps there was something else to do, yes?*

*The weather was ideal for a fly! So, after making an excuse to leave, he entered the mortal lands. Traveling by his winged sandals and additions on his head... he stumbled on a fleet.

The fleet.*

*He chuckled to himself, staying in the air... hovering just far away to where he may not be noticed. He was looking for someone in particular.*

The weather truly was grand at this time of day. Birds of sorts soared through the salt-wafting air, the sparkle of sea scattering the sunlight across the vision of every single man that stood on those Trimene ships. Men walked back and forth, bringing barrels and crates down towards the lower sections of the ship, small shimmers of cutlery being seen stuffed in the cloths tucked around the shadows of the vessels; albeit they didn't look all too dirty.

There seemed to be quite a few men beginning to thin, although their faces remained full of life and pride; with confidence and satisfaction glimmering across their eyes. They were making it back home.

And then, there came the captain.

As Odysseus was setting down a barrel across the lower deck of the ship, he glanced further into the blue, radiant sky, taking in the smell of the sea that him and his 600 men sailed upon. He stared greatly at the birds that flew by, likening himself and his ships towards those birds; trying to make it back home. Trying to find something to eat.

Little did he know that something far greater than a bird was watching him.

[its-a-little-bit-dangerous]

*He was as observant as a hawk, while remaining as a separate being from one. Studying the men below as they trotted in orderly fashion, wood thudding rhythmically. They reminded him of little ants, small but great in their own worlds.

With a distant woosh, he whisked himself through the atmosphere once more. Closer to the old captain below. His great grandson. Odysseus. Whom held the air of relaxed authority like a cape on the back.*

*It appeared the men were rather, for lack of a better word, anticipated. Or, perhaps a sort of satisfactory at their homeland becoming oh so much closer as moons pass. The hope had yet to diminish, and he had the urgency to make it stay as such.

So, with a flourish, he laughed. One of the usual, high-pitched and hasty kinds that had become his signature. He had no clue if the man below would truly catch it, yet, he dared to attempt to get his attention anyhow. At least without causing a scare all too awful.*

[theithacansailor]

Odysseus, the great king of Ithaca, the great captain of his crew; unfortunately was not invulnerable to the succumbing of hunger. He felt himself get frailer — not by a lot, but just enough to make his muscles ache. The skies continued to remain blue and bright; his red cloak swaying behind him as the winds guided his journey home.

Suddenly, he felt the winds get stronger beside him, despite it being only for a mere moment, it was a strong blow, almost strong enough to ripple the ship's sails and change course — fortunately not powerful enough. However, it had just enough power to make the king flinch; and peak his curiosity. He looked left and right, his focus now in full throttle as the whispers of his daydreams now dissipated from his mind.

Then, he heard some form of laugh. He wondered if it was all in his head, or if it was some caw from a bird high-up in the distance, high and mighty just enough for Odysseus to hear it. He looked up once more, placing the side of his palm above his eyes to shield himself from the sun's rays blocking his vision; and then he saw it.

Something high and mighty like a bird, but definitely greater. A figure in the distance. Flying.

[theithacansailor]

*... It was rather boring being on break. But breaking a promise to a friend, especially if that friend was Dionysus, would never end well most likely. So... perhaps there was something else to do, yes?*

*The weather was ideal for a fly! So, after making an excuse to leave, he entered the mortal lands. Traveling by his winged sandals and additions on his head... he stumbled on a fleet.

The fleet.*

*He chuckled to himself, staying in the air... hovering just far away to where he may not be noticed. He was looking for someone in particular.*

The weather truly was grand at this time of day. Birds of sorts soared through the salt-wafting air, the sparkle of sea scattering the sunlight across the vision of every single man that stood on those Trimene ships. Men walked back and forth, bringing barrels and crates down towards the lower sections of the ship, small shimmers of cutlery being seen stuffed in the cloths tucked around the shadows of the vessels; albeit they didn't look all too dirty.

There seemed to be quite a few men beginning to thin, although their faces remained full of life and pride; with confidence and satisfaction glimmering across their eyes. They were making it back home.

And then, there came the captain.

As Odysseus was setting down a barrel across the lower deck of the ship, he glanced further into the blue, radiant sky, taking in the smell of the sea that him and his 600 men sailed upon. He stared greatly at the birds that flew by, likening himself and his ships towards those birds; trying to make it back home. Trying to find something to eat.

Little did he know that something far greater than a bird was watching him.

[theithacansailor]

THE SECOND DAY

" Dear Ithaca,

Things have taken a sharp turn in terms of our journey back to our motherland. Our minds and our hearts remain full of strength, power, knowledge, and guidance from the gods, the winds carrying our ships back to the right direction, sun glimmering towards our eyes and making the path blessed and clear for us. We are truly grateful. However, although our emotional and mental physique remain strong and structured, our physical being does not.

Our ships remain strong; 600 men under the Captain's command, yet we have run out of supplies to eat and take minor aid under. Curse the war; our food storage has depleted. There still remains gallons of wine in our amphorae, tucked under the cellars of our ships — but fermented grape juice will not keep us satisfied, or healthy, for long. There still remains an oscillating week before our anchors may hook against the shores of Ithaca, but I do not think 600 men can survive a week without nutrition.

I pray that the gods may continue to bless our direction, and the winds where our sails flow against, and push our ships towards the seas that will lead us to great health. At this time of morning, the birds that soar through the salt-wafting skies scatter for food, so we shall sail similar to them and look for land. Then, we shall hunt for what our bodies have been looking for.

Only then, may our bodies be both well-fed and strong-minded, and we shall continue forth towards Ithaca. "

— Regards, the Ithacan Sailor

[theithacansailor]

(OOC:

I'm quite happy to see a new face to the EPIC/Odyssey roleplay community... it has been rather dead lol.

I have ONE TOO MANY blogs that I could use to interact... and I saw perhaps you want to grow an idea on Hermes seeing Odysseus? I would be happy to oblige :3.

— Sunny the Sunflower 🌻!)

ooc: hellohello! well i'm not exactly a new face around here, i've been in the epic / odyssey rp community before

and yeah i'm shocked it's this dead just a few months ago it was thriving and i loved it

anyways that aside i'd love to interact with you in any shape or form! hermes meeting odysseus could be fun, thank you sm

[theithacansailor]

what if when odysseus met hermes, he also asked to hear word from penelope so he could hear her voice and know she was okay

but he didn't specify how; so hermes only made it so the winds carried penelope's voice towards his ears, and all odysseus could do was listen and weep

i really like this concept, but if there are any odyssey/epic fans out there who can help me stretch out this idea for writing id love it

[theithacansailor]

Throws (12 year old) @magic-and-necromancy at you.

"Have your son. He's about to die anyways"

And I disappear into the wind

(Ignore the genderbend thing. I forgor about it and haven't fixed it yet)

" Dear mysterious messenger,

You cannot throw some sort of child at me through a letter. Do not mock me for having a son. "

- Regards, the Ithacan Sailor

[theithacansailor]

(OOC)

I never thought I'd see a new etm rp blog pop up!

I've been here for about over a year. I know practically all the blogs in the sphere. It's lovely to see a new face!

– 🐺

ooc: hellohello! i recently got back into it after i found out my english teacher liked the odyssey ; i've actually had an etm blog before and it went rlly well, since the fandom on tumblr was thriving

if youre an etm blog as well, id love to interact with you! judging by the wolf emoji youre either telemachus or antinous. both are painful /j

[theithacansailor]

Greetings, I’m Carmen it’s very lovely to meet you.

I do hope today is a good enough day for you to answer a few questions, though if you are weary please do not pay me any mind.

my question to you is where exactly are you right now, and how does day to day life look currently?

A new letter. The captain was too busy managing the crew and helping them set up any leftover supplies in their correct areas for proper storage; whether it be scraps of food, or wine. He looked beside him, and asked a crew member to help respond to the letter with his following words as he worked.

" Dear Carmen,

Greetings, new asker. Your name sounds quite unfamiliar, if I must be honest; but I am more than glad to welcome whatever inquiry you have. The winds, waves, and skies of this particular day are quite peaceful. The sun shines down on us and blesses us with warmth, and light leading back to our homeland.

We are currently still sailing down the seas, on our way back to Ithaca — however, we have noticed an island nearby, and we plan to settle down there for food and replenishment. We are in desperate need of supplies; otherwise I predict us men will go hungry.

As for our day-to-day life; there is not much we can do but row and reorganize. The captain continues to discuss with us men about the status of the day; whether the weather is right, what direction we continue to row into, if there is any other information we need to know for the journey. I hope everything goes well. "

— Regards, the Ithacan Sailor