"If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die
unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius bringing misery and death to
billions, his name will echo through the millennia for a hundred lifetimes. Infamy
is always more preferable to ignominy." -unknown
"Change! Hail Demokratia! Down with the Synedron! I shall not move from the agora!"
A lone man, stood in front of a phalanx of sarissae.
He is no barbaroi.
He is a hellene.
He is a scholar of the akademia.
He stood, defiantly, before two hundred and fifty six hellenes, with five rows of
sarissae pointed at him.
Neither has the notion to move.
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In front of a garden of a grand abode, an old man in his late 50s muse to himself
to the gentle summer breeze. Beyond the shrubs and planted flora lies the great
plains of lower makedonia. A grand view, fit for a synedros with a grand wealth.
A slave disturbs his master's relaxation with a reminder, "Tis time, Master Kratos,
the carriage has been prepared."
"Very well," Kratos replied. "Assist me."
Helping his aging master to his feet, the slave gently supports Kratos with his
nimble roman arms. They walked through the garden to the waiting horse carriage. A
figure already sat waiting inside.
"Is he..?"Kratos turned to his slave. The Romaioi nodded.
Kratos smiled and enters the carriage, Caivs the slave salutes his master as the
carriage leaves for the city centre of Pella. He covers his face from the dust,
then returns to the mansion for his daily cleaning.
"How goes your progress?" A hooded figure asked Kratos, with an inquisitive tone.
"It has been done." Kratos answered, a little too quickly. He swiftly added, "The
masses are easy to sway, but not all scholars are fools." A slight stammering in
his voice, the wrinkles on his face multiplied along with hs nervousness. "Use the
divine power of the mnai then, they were not given to you just for rhetorics and
wine."
He took a thoughtful pause, then continued. "The basileus and his heir
campaigns in Italia against the Molossio-Romaioi, the power of Basileon Makedonikon
lies in the collective hands of the Synedron. With the Basileus away, the claws of
corruption comes to play; wealth distribuition goes astray, the masses woe day to
day." His tone was sly and playful, "Power of the state must be returned to the
people. You, Kratos the Athenaios, well versed in the greatness of demokratia are
you not?"
"It's not without it's flaws, however." Kratos confessed, sounding a little more
nervous in offending his 'benefactor'.
"Suffrage must be given to all citizens, I- YOU are to be their savior from the
decadent nobs..." Softening his tone once again, "The ends justifies the means,
Kratos"
The Carriage stops. With a thousand words' worth of thoughts, Kratos prepares to
attend the Synedron. Turning back to the hooded figure, Kratos gathers the courage
to ask, "What is the end you so wish for?"
"Synedros Kratos of Athenai, It is not your concern."
05-23-2009, 06:24
Vasiliyi
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
Interesting... Is this an aar, or just another story.
05-23-2009, 06:43
satalexton
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
depends on my whim, as this is sort of based on my current campaign afterall...
05-23-2009, 07:00
Vasiliyi
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
Ok, ill be looking forward to reading this.
05-23-2009, 10:57
Ghaust the Moor
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
I'm slightly confused, but neato nonthelesss. I shall be reading this. :book:
I see our small talk yesterday got you fired up, didn't it? :wink:
Anyway, nice going hope to read more of this in the future. Oh, and I especially liked the Romaios slave.
Maion
05-23-2009, 19:31
Centurio Nixalsverdrus
AW: Short stories in Makedonia
Great read, satalexton! Though I doubt anyone would consider sending a Romaios anywhere else than into the mines. :wink:
05-27-2009, 14:09
satalexton
Re: AW: Short stories in Makedonia
Mines? Nah, he wouldn't even survive a week.
I'll snoop the next story by tomorrow (i have a day off yay!). I don't post the short stories in chronological order btw =P
A named blue balloon for the person that can sort out the orders by my 10th story.
05-28-2009, 16:38
satalexton
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
"The minds of gods are not for mortals to know or to judge. Accept that Demokratia has a place for all of us in her grand scheme, and be happy in the part you have to play."
-Unknown Demokrate
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"Please REASON with me, the Synedron is tolerant with your movement, but your demostration and crowding of the Agora is doing much unrest to Pella!"
"We will NOT leave, until All Makedonia adopts the One-True-Goddess, Demokratia!"
"All Hail Demokratia!"
"Stop the war against Demokratia Molosson Barbaropoleos! Tis an act of hubris against Mother Demokratia!"
"YEA!! To hell with zeus and his pantheon of pervese! His holy oils now burn for Demokratia!!"
"Lets Stone the heretic! He speaks too much, damned diplomat!"
"Let's kill him!"
"No, maim him first!"
"Cleanse him with the holy oil!"
"Kill maim burn! Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!Kill maim burn!"
"Heresy is like a tree, its roots lie in the darkness whilst its leaves wave in the sun and to
those who suspect nought, it has an attractive and pleasing appearance. Truly, you can
prune away its branches, or even cut the tree to the ground, but it will grow up again ever the
stronger and ever more comely. Yet all awhile the root grows thick and black, gnawing at the
bitter soil, drawing its nourishment from the darkness, and growing even greater and more
deeply entrenched.
Such is the nature of heresy, and this is why it is so hard to destroy, for it must be eradicated
leaf, branch, trunk and root. It must be exorcised utterly or it will return all the stronger, time
and time again, until it is too great to destroy. Then we are doomed."
The Great Synderion of Pella.
Built with marble whiter than snow. Each pillar painstakenly hand-carved on-the-spot by
artisans at the quarry, then lifted manually by Romaioi (their blood and sweat provided the
best polish, 5 times more effective than the smelly keltoi) pack-slaves from the mountains to
Pella. The high barbaroi mortality rate and the exquisite use of marble, the Synedrion costed
a full third of the Silver talents 'requisitioned' from the Royal Tombs of the Pontikoi Persikos.
Situated at the very centre of Pella, with a great Agora before it, it is regarded as the second
-most important landmark of the polis (after the Palace of the Basileus).
"Ionos, what happened to your slave Aemilius?"
"Oh it was misbehaving, so I removed the limbs. Maion, remind me to get more the next time I
visit Barbaropolis-"
"Sympatriotai! All rise!"
Numbering to more than a hundred, the Synedros of Makedonia rose to their feet in silence.
"The Basileus is absent, as he is still campaigning in the barbaric west, the false pretenders
of the Molossian dynasty. To give our spiritual support to our Great Basileus and his heir, we
shall recite the 'Hymn of the Peltastai' in the stead of our march anthem!"
The Strategos Autokrator claps his hands. A trio of Auletai begins to play. With grand feverent,
the Synedroi sang:
"No horizons,
No horizons,
Our Darkest dreams will lead us onward!
Let us forge ahead,
Making clear the way.
O Makedones!
Swear the oath right here,
Onward!
No horizons,
World encompassed,
Our Darkest dreams will lead us onward!
Souls this young and free,
Know no limits,
Now is the time,
Come!
Grab life while we can!
It's time!
Onward!"
"ALL HAIL MAKEDONIA!!!" The men exclaimed. The Hypaspitai clashed their spears against
their Aspis. The Autokrator raised his arms, the Synedrion returned to silence. He began.
"Before we begin our day to day affairs, it is upon my great honour to bring to you this news.
It's true that some, if not all, of you would have knew this by now. Our heir had won his first
decisive victory against the Italo-barbaroi. Our brave thuerophoroi and peltastai, under his
esteemed leadership, had vanquished the invaders! By the glory of our Basileus, Taras is,
and will always be, an inseperatable part of Arche Makedonia!!!" "ALL HAIL MAKEDONIA!! ALL HAIL MAKEDONIA!!! ALL HAIL MAKEDONIA!!!!"
Most knew of the victory the night before already, but they made no attempt to hide their zeal
within the the halls. As the Strategos Autokrator turned a blind eye (for an hour), some
procured bottles of wine from their robes, some simply danced, more sang the 'Holy March of
the Taxis' over and over again...
"...hoist your xiphos into the sky!
ALL HAIL MAKEDONIA!!!!"
...A few, simply sat and said not a word.
"Have you taken care of those in the Akademia?"
"Them fools, thinking they know the world after reading a few parchments, they are in our cause now. Synedroi Kratos."
06-02-2009, 15:34
Maion Maroneios
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
:smash:
Maion
06-03-2009, 21:48
Vasiliyi
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
Nice update. I loved the way you described Heresy. :2thumbsup:
06-04-2009, 09:16
satalexton
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
just intermingling philosophy with my EB roleplay =P
Souls this young and free,
Know no limits,
Now is the time,
Come!
Actually why you put these sentence on retreating peltastai? time to retreat?...:idea2: Oh I know, that should be time to the Phalanx to take the peltastai's job... But I want to ask.... what's your primary ideas in these sentence?
Chronology: after the peltastai tire entire roman line with only taking some casualities, the exhausted romans got skewered by the phalangitai... exhausted men do move a lot slower and die quicker in front of Sarrisa..., except the peltastai makedonikoi, all the peltastai was retreated, rest for a long while, and then sent to either chase routers or smash the roman's opened back :yes:
06-09-2009, 09:26
Maion Maroneios
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
Quote:
Originally Posted by Cute Wolf
... then sent to either chase routers or smash the roman's opened back :yes:[/SPOIL]
I believe you neglect the importance of cavalry for that role. There is no thing more beautiful and awe-inspiring to behold, than a charging unit of Hetairoi in the backs of Romaioi Barbaroi. Of course, butchering thousands of crying, screaming sissy Romaioi is equally fun to do with some good Prodromoi, Lonchophoroi and the like.
Maion
06-09-2009, 12:28
Cute Wolf
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
My lonchophoroi is busy lurking against those routers... and allready smashing the flank in earlier time to "mold" these barbaroi, so they don't spill past my peltastai line...
Oh yeah... although cav is better to smash tose barbaroi's back, I didn't think encircling triarii with cav's is a good idea... :smash:
06-09-2009, 15:02
HunGeneral
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
Quote:
Originally Posted by Maion Maroneios
There is no thing more beautiful and awe-inspiring to behold, than a charging unit of Hetairoi in the backs of Romaioi Barbaroi.
Oh yeah now that is a site to behold.... (the only things which are somewhat more ave-inspirring is when an entire army routes from a mass-charge of 4 units of Hetairoi and two and a half units of Thessalian cavalry, or a whole army is overrun by 5 or more Saka or Pahlav Cataphracts.....)
Nice AAR - are thoose all your poems Satalexton?
06-09-2009, 15:11
satalexton
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
nah, they're modified lyrics of several songs =P
06-10-2009, 06:59
Vasiliyi
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
Nice update satalexton. Very nice screenshots Cute wolf.
06-13-2009, 04:54
satalexton
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
I'm actually going to compose a march for this, in celebration to Maion's victory:
For loyalty! For Basileus! ALL, HAIL, MAKEDONIA!!!
06-13-2009, 05:59
Cute Wolf
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
Verry Impressivveee
ALL HAIL MAKEDONIA
06-13-2009, 12:48
Maion Maroneios
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
Hehe, laughed at the "Malakes" part XD Trully astounding work there, Satalextos.
Maion
06-17-2009, 06:01
satalexton
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
"What has the Basileus done for you? He fights his wars far away, leaving the rule to his so-called 'Strategos Autokrator' and his council of nobs from all Hellas. His heir forfeits the use of our sarissae altogether in his taxis, dishonouring our very dignity.
We clung to the Basileus, a mortal man, because He was all we knew. We feared life. We feared our own potential strength. Makedonia is dying. A slow death, but it’s dying. I did what I had to, that’s all. I opened my eyes and saw what a fool all of us were, bowing to a mortal failure slumped on a throne. Haha! The blasphemy still sends shivers down my spine. It is the freshness of life. I am given to Demokratia now. Now I truly live!"
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"The Pezhetairos never share their wealth with us, yet we are levied when mortal peril comes our way."
"We only know how to sling and throw stuff, that can't be helped!"
06-24-2009, 03:53
Satyros
Re: Short stories in Makedonia
Brother Satalexton , what chapter do you hail from ?
Or perhaps you are of the enlightened ones , like me ? Once Brothers , now thrice cursed and thrice blessed by our choice , our will and our loyalty to the Warmaster , forever immortal in the embrace of powers the lapdogs of the corpse are unable to fathom .
Do you seek to protect the corpse or be the speartip of the powers of ever-change ?
