On that day, it had already been more than six years since the death of
Basileus Megas Philippos, our great leader. It is said, since the time of
Antigonos Gonatas, in this Arche, that all great men die quietly. So it was
that our Philippos began his journey into Hades. Six years since Antigonos
became the Basileus. In these quiet years I have heard many stories of the
intrigues of politics. Rumors of poor management. Rumors of corrupt
members of the Assembly. Rumors of a lazy Basileus. Rumors of plotting
and counter plotting. And yes, there were rumors of the Assembly planning
to overthrow the Basileus. Never had I believed these rumors, few did. The
events of that day changed that.
My name is Dromeus, though it matters not. I live in the great city of Athenai,
capital of the Hellenes' Arche, one of the largest and busiest cities in the
world. I am a simple man who works in one of many warehouses that store
goods that have been brought up from the port. Exotic goods, spices, rare
animals, strange people, and stories of foreign lands all come to Athenai from
all across the Pontos Mesogeios and beyond. The work can be difficult but at
least I work for my money. The city has grown so quickly that many simply
live in the streets or hastily built slums begging, thieving, gambling, drinking,
and waiting. On my particular street, it is many of these kinds of people who
are my friends and neighbors. For the evening meal and after, both those who
work and those who do not gather on the ground floor, telling stories and
talking of rumors. A man name Titus, a theiving man from the west, usually
tell the best stories and will exaggerate any rumor he feels like passing on.
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My simple life and those of the forgotten inhabitants of this distant, darkened
street of this great city matter not. The events of that day were more
important issues and concerned men who the gods themselves keep their
eyes fixed upon. The night before that particular day, the rumors had begun.
Titus was on the street, over excited and going on about something even as I
returned that night. I could tell he already had plenty wine in him and payed
him no heed. After I had a little wine in me, I decided to listen to what he and
the others had to say.
Titus was arguing with Diokles, another street "personality" who I believe came
from Ionia. I spent the night as I would any other night, talking with friends
and acquaintances. After some time I was able to figure out what Titus,
Diokles, and there others were talking about. I didn't really care at first, that
night. I didn't believe them either. As their story went, the Basileus had been
removed from power by the Council in the meeting at the Assembly that day.
They said that he had arrived and had given an order to the Council, as was
his right. The Council had refused to follow it and forced him to leave.
All of the arguing between Diokles and Titus had been whether they believe the
Basileus would use the military to overthrown the Council or would simply step
down and let the Council rule. Titus believed that rule by a Council was a
better system, whereas most of others gathered that night believed that the
Basileus had the right to rule. For me, Basileus Pyrrhos had been the
military's Basileus and Basileus Philippos had been the people's Basileus.
As a Hellene, born in Korinthos, I had loved Basileus Philippos. To me, any
descendant of Philippos had the right to rule. Basileus Antigonos was son of
Megas Philippos and the true ruler of all of Hellas and beyond. No Council run
by Athenaioi would take away what rightfully belonged to the family of Pyrrhos
and Philippos.
Before the night was over, rumors began to spread that the Basileus would
speak to the people at the Agora the next day. Diokles and Titus both said
that they would be there to see it.