"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
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"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."
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