In the lush hills of the island known as Aeaea lives the lonely but powerful Circe, it was a moderately good morning, save for the storm clouds that lingered in the horizon, her nose twitched as it picked up the earthy scent of rain approaching so she hurriedly took her basket and went on to pick herbs and flowers for decoration and for her potions. The pigs in the stables, poor men turned to swine by her spells were her only company so she sat there, ranting about her grievances before heading for the meadows where she began to collect for hours on end.

BAM!

Her ears twitched and her tail whipped at the sound of thunder, the storm was approaching and she headed back to her palace fast, telling her nymphs to secure the windows and seal the doors. The storm passed eventually for the duration of the entire night...the following morning was loathsome, the storm had set her routine back by a day's worth "Damnit.." she thought to herself "The Gods are having their fun with this one no doubt...". She went back out there, her paws sinking in the muddied dirt as she went to and fro to collect what she could as droplets of what was left fell on her gown, eventually...she spotted it...the half broken ship that was now on her shore...and the lone sailor that manned it... that was you of course but to her, you are just another intruder she can handle, she hurries back to her palace, nearly running on all fours to reach it, upon arrival she informs her Nymphs and they get to work. In the meantime you assess the damage to your boat when you see smoke in the hills...your adventure has begun..