Scion of Alexandros
What ho! Come have a seat at my table and I shall tell you all there is to know about the great Alkyoneus Argeades. You've never heard of him you say? Well that is only a matter of time, for I am the soon-to-be-great-though-not-so-great-now Alkyoneus Argeades.
I am the eldest son of Antigonos Argeades, great Basilus of the withered husk of the once-mighty Makedonian Empire.
Although I am his eldest son, I am not his heir. My father mistrusts me. He thinks me a coward, a fool, or worse. Instead, my uncle is next in line to the throne of Makedon.
My uncle, Krateros is a doddering old fool. Aye the people love him, he is a skilled leader, but he knows nothing of battle. He is a weak old appeaser who wants nothing more than to stabilize our borders in Makedon and make peace with the Epirotes and Hellenes. As if that old fool weren't enough, his son, my cousin Alexandros is his heir apparent.
Alexandros is a selfish, corrupt prig. He thinks only of his own gain and glory and nothing of the wounds our people have suffered since the death of Megas Alexandros. My spies tell me he is accepting money from the Seleucids to prevent our expansion into Asia. He campaigns vigorously in Lacedemon and with his father's help, has raised an army to attempt to seize Sparte.
Our once great empire is not what it once was. It has been over fifty years since the death of Megas Alexandros and Makedon bleeds. The Diadochi split his empire and left Makedon with but a rump of her former glory. Selecus claimed Asia, Ptolemaios took Aegyptos, and a dozen upstarts have carved themselves kingdoms out of our once great Empire. Alexandros' conquest of Asia saw many of our people migrate into the Achamenid Empire and abandon their ancestral home for the riches and pleasures of the Persians. Our best and brightest went east. They conquered to the ends of the known world, but were conquered in turn by the brothels of Babylon and the soft lives of their enemies. The Hellenes to the east have forgotten that it was not in the soft luxury of Persia, or among the slaves of Aegyptos, but from the honest farmers and shepherders of Makedon that Alexandros drew his strength.
Our land is depopulated. We are beset by enemies. In the North, the Getai seek to raid our pastures. From the west, the Epirotes led by that upstart Pyrrhos, pretender to the legacy of Alexandros, eyes our weakened people with greed. In the south, the Hellenes of Athenai, Sparte, and Rhodos have formed an alliance against us and are in open rebellion. We are few. We are weak. But we shall rise again like the Phoenix, by the sword, blood, and fire we shall be reborn! Like the goddess Io we shall rise from our lowly debased state and we shall rule over men as the gods we are! The time has come. My time has come.
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Originally Posted by Dayve
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