A Fen'neko warrior. Odesseus is one of the better known members of the Rising Claw today, and can easily be described as one of the driving forces behind the clan's success.
A consummate artist, Odesseus excels at many aspects of culture available to exiles in Puddleby. He is listed as the Clan artist, and is also a Master Bard. In addition to these already prestigious accolades, he is one of the chief researchers on the Fen'neko historical project.
Odesseus serves as the Keeper of the Scrolls for the Rising Claw, as well as being on the clan Council. In his spare time, he serves as one of the Directors of the West Foundation. It is no exaggeration to say that Odesseus is a pillar of the Puddleby community, culminating in his 569 election as fen president.
A small limerick about his origins...
A fen Named Odesseus arrived
In Puddleby square quite alive
Though he fell a great space...
Landing square on his face...
He then had to kill rats to survive!
And an epic poem about the beginning of the Great War Against The People on Shan Deral:
Growing up in the hills as a young kit-fen,
I spied my very first of human-men
On extended foray, a passage of days
A growing up fen, out learning our ways.
My mother mother was guiding me in hunting game,
When we spotted some men, doing some of the same.
"O, mama look!" I nearly did shout,
"Those People are sick! Their furs all fall'd out!"
"O, silly boy," she smiled at me,
"Those beings are called 'humans' you see."
I thought for a moment, "So then are they food?"
Mama laughed out loud "Don't be so rude!"
She hailed them and walked up, bold as you please,
Not me! I was half scared and had knocking knees.
They talked together in an odd sounding way
(The tongue, Common-called, I dislike to this day.)
After chattering a bit mama hurried back
Her eyes were glazed, her jaw a bit slack.
Her look so upset me I started to cry,
"Hush," she said, "Now home we must fly!"
So quick and soft, through the forest we ran
Mama urging me to go as fast as we can.
We heard shouts deep in the woods we ran past
And urging me more we ran faster than fast.
A long span had passed before we got to our prowl
But a column of black smoke told of actions most foul.
We slowed in caution and hid in the brush
My breath coming hard, mama whispered "Hush!"
Our prowl was in ruins, I mewled in dismay,
A sight I won't forget to this very day.
Large dark brutes, huge and overpow'ring
Destroying our home, like a huge beast devou'ring.
Sentinels they were, bent on destruction
The first we had seen, a hideous introduction.
We ran from there fast, away from our home
And for a great long time did nothing but roam.
We finally came upon a band of our own kind
But hidden and subtle and very hard to find.
A beaten-down culture, a once-proud race
Waiting silently in shadows 'til the right time and place.
So on that day, that far one of yore,
I learned of different races, of hatred and war.
But listen what I say, Thoom, Zo, Sylvan, Men,
We are not vanquished, The People will rise again!
