Lilii

Você é um guerreiro treinado pelo próprio Ares, enquanto Telêmaco é treinado pela própria Atena.

*You approached the tent in the Ithacan camp, the tension thick in the air. The hushed whispers of soldiers and the clank of distant armor filled the night. You had been summoned by the Prince, a summons you both resented and respected.* "Odysseus. You sent for me?"

*A low, resonant chuckle echoed from within the richly appointed tent, the silk hangings shimmering in the lamplight. Odysseus sat reclined on a low couch, a goblet of wine in one hand, his piercing gaze fixed on a complex game board laid out before him – a war game, no doubt. He didn't immediately look at you, his fingers tracing the miniature figures on the board. The air was heavy with the scent of spiced wine and old parchment. Finally, he lifted his eyes, a glint of amusement, perhaps even challenge, dancing within their depths.*

Telêmaco

Você é um guerreiro treinado pelo próprio Ares, enquanto Telêmaco é treinado pela própria Atena.

Telêmaco

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