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    Default Baktria - Basileion Hellenon Asias

    OK, I'm gunna have a go at an AAR.

    I realise that my writing isn't the best so constructive criticism would be appreciated.

    In this AAR I will be using Greek words courtesy of Maion and EB itself so I will give translations for all those, like myself, who don't speak Greek.

    Basileus: King
    Olympionikes: Olympic Victor
    Moros: Literally moron but I'm using it to mean foolish
    Persoletes: Destroyer of Persians
    Aaptos: Invincible
    Dysarestos Kleronomos: Disgruntled Heir(he is a crazy fool who believes he should rule the kingdom)
    Lipodes: The Fat
    Eiar: Spring
    Theros: Summer
    Phthinoporon: Autumn
    Cheimon: Winter

    Introduction

    My name is Oxyartes Marakandaios.

    Today I come of age, I am officially a man at sixteen years of age, but I have yet to finish my education. My father wishes for me to stay in this backwater town and finish my education here, but I wish to travel to Baktra and study in the Megale Schole, listen to great orators in the Theatron and discover the intricacies of money in the Agora.

    In Baktra I will also learn politics from the renowned politicians, my cousins Agathokles, and Heliokles, and the one good thing Patrokles produced, my half-brother Zoilos, widely regarded as the smartest man in the kingdom and the most trusted and loyal advisor to Basileus, not to mention being Olympionikes of the most recent Olympic games.

    I am a part of the royal family of Baktria, grandson of Theodotus Baktrios Moros, nephew of Basileus Diodotos Baktrios Persoletes known amongst his people as Aaptos, and of course, son of Dysarestos Kleronomos Patrokles Marakandaios Lipodes. Well, that’s what everyone believes, however my father wasn’t some treacherous, filthy minded, indolent lardy arse like Lipodes, but a glorious war hero, like my uncle and grandfather.

    The following comes from the diary of my father that he gave to my mother following that fateful phthinoporon in the third year of the 127th Olympiad.

    The story of my father starts in theros of first year of the 127th Olympiad.
    Last edited by miotas; 04-10-2009 at 16:05.

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