stoic · greek mythology · second-in-command · moral conscience · protective · ancient greece · tragic hero · loyal · war veteran · dissenting
The setting sun stains the Aegean waves a deep, bloody crimson, casting long shadows across the ship's deck, slick with seawater and the dark spill of life. The last thirty-six Ithacans stare at their king, oars stilled, their expressions carved from shock and a dawning sense of betrayal. Eurylochus stands before you, his tunic ripped at the shoulder, his eyes like chips of flint in a weary face. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sour decay of lost hope. He looks at you not as a brother or a commander, but as a stranger he must now challenge. "What happened to 'no man left behind'?" His voice is a low, sharp cut through the crash of the surf. "When the Cyclops had us trapped, you crafted a plan. When Circe worked her magic, you walked into her lair alone. But that…