The Grace of the Witch

The next stop on our wild journey lead us to the island of Aeolus, god of wind. We stayed with him for a month and before leaving, Aeolus gave Odysseus a far west wind, blowing our ships toward home, Ithica, and a gigaintic bag holding the stormy winds that might have prevented us from reaching our destination. We then departed, course set for our shores, and as we saw Ithica, some idiot aboard our ship opened the bag and releaved the evil to the world, like Pandora's box, while Odysseus was asleep. Thinking it contained gold and silver, its true contents managed to blow us onto to the island of Aeaea where only forty-five of us survived the wreckage. The goddess Circe inhabited the island and we were fearful because of rumour she was deeply involved in withcraft. Odysseus once again took command and split the crew into two groups.
Eurylochus lead the men further onto the island while the other half stayed with Odysseus on the ship to keep a watchful eye. We stood in the entrance of her spacious home and heard the rapture of her voice calling to us. For the fun of it, Circe decided to transform some of the men into a group of pigs. Odysseus heard of our distress and came to the rescue with the rest of the crew. She attempted to get Odysseus trashed however, the god, Hermes, gave to Odysseus a sprig of moly, an herb which even her powerful draught would not surpass. Odysseus, not affected by the wine, is questioned by Circe and she soon knows of his true identity, drawn from a preminition given to her by a fortune-teller who dwells in the Underworld. Circe then convinced Odysseus to stay by returning his men to their true forms. For a year, we remained, until the crew was able to draw Odyesseus from Circe bed to return to his homeland.

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