Backstory

So it occurred to me that most of you guys have no idea why we were on the boats in the first place. So lets start from the beginning.

So, back when we were still fighting the Danaans in the fields of Troy we were going through the daily routines, worshiping the gods, preparing and repairing weapons, mourning for our slain comrades over some ale at the tavern, yaknow the usual shenanigans. As I was heading to the armory I noticed a large crowd of people gathering outside the gates of glorious Troy. Naturally I head over to investigate, and to my bewilderment I found a colossal horse standing before me. Of course I was suspicious of such a strange event during war time and gladly entered the debate between what to do with it. The leader for those desiring to bring it into the city was Theocles (I'm not sure about this part, but i'm fairly certain I smelt some wine on his breath). I lined myself along with Laocoon, arguing against bringing it into the city as it was so obviously a Danaan trap. Not V minutes after I came upon this horse was a Danaan boy found near the city walls. Obviously we questioned him, and although I was originally suspicious, his story was one of the those tragedies that tugs on your heart strings. He told us that the Horse was not to be harmed and that it would give us great power. At this point I became suspicious yet again, but right as I was about to object and silence the Danaan spy two great snakes came forth from the ocean waves and decimated Lacoon and his sons. Needless to say I kept quiet from that point onward as not to invoke the wrath of the gods.

So it was late at night when I woke up in a sweat, my warrior's senses were enraged, I jumped up and grabbed my weapons and armor. No sooner did I equip my weaponry than I heard a war cry to the south....exactly where the horse had been placed. I woke my family and told them to hide, and that I would return once the town was safe. I loved my family very much, but the fate of my people outweighed the fate of my family. I ran outside the house just as I saw the Danaans charging into the Trojan palace. My king was in danger, I sprinted as fast as I could to the palace and met up with a few fellow Trojans that I knew to be honorable and brave. As I entered to defend the palace, I saw out of the corner of my eyes a Danaan platoon heading into the city where my family was hiding, I wished them luck, but I knew that I would not see them again.  We defended the entrance for what seemed like seconds, but in reality was probably hours. Where was Aeneas? Was he dead? Was he still alive? I know we don't always get along, but he is my best friend. While the Trojan forces were slowly being depleted the Danaan forces were getting more plentiful. We retreated into the inner sanctum in order to have a last stand in the defense of our king. As we entered we found Aeneas entering through the hidden entrance. He looked fully rested, and had not a scratch on him. He clearly had woken up late. We continued defending the sanctum, but eventually we became overrun. Unfortunately King Priam was slaughtered by Pyrrhus, it was at this point as I was preparing to fight to the death that i saw Aeneas STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BATTLE! just staring at Helen. Really Aeneas? Now is when your going to check Helen out? I noticed a Danaan rushing towards Aeneas and threw my spear at him, instantly killing him with a blow to the neck, but in the process losing my only remaining weapon. All hope of me living was gone at this point, knowing that my only means of defense against the Danaan horde was used to save the life of my best friend. I'm not sure why I chose Aeneas' life over mine at that point, but it was done nonetheless. No sooner had I accepted my death when a small force of Trojans came in and held they're own against the horde. I knew I could no longer serve my country with no weapon so I retreated in hopes of maybe killing a few more Danaans before my death.

As I left I found a half broken sword near the exit, it wasn't much but it would do. However, as I looked back on the palace, I knew there was no hope left in defending it. Troy was defeated. Knowing that my own actions could not save my city from its fate, I chose to flee the city, and to someday get revenge for my king, my family, and my people. As I was exiting I saw Aeneas fleeing as well, with his father and family in tow. I cursed him for his still having his loved ones, while I had lost everything. During our flee we were separated from Aeneas wife, and I continued on with his family while Aeneas went back to find her. Not long afterwards he returned, alone. Instantly I regret my earlier curses, I should be thankful that Aeneas' family, and countrymen were still alive.

Afterwards we headed for the mountains, leaving everything behind. Aeneas may be a fool, but he always seems to know exactly where he was going. This was one of those times where his true leader instinct took control. As I thought back on the past hours, as much pain as there was to deal with later, I knew that I did what was right for my country, and in the end that's the most important thing, isn't it?