The Slave King - An Illyrian AAR

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The Slave King - An Illyrian AAR

Narrator: Unknown

The Illyrians pressed around the Athenian captain, waving their weapons and screaming at the top of their lungs as they did.

“The Slave King has his vengeance!” they shouted, “The Slave King has his vengeance!”

A pathway opened for a single man who strode forward, a battered shield in one hand, a heavy mace in the other. He wore no armor but an old bronze helm that sat atop his head.

“The Slave King has his vengeance” The Illyrian screams lowered into a steady chant. “The Slave King has his vengeance. The Slave King has his vengeance…”

“Who are you?” The Athenian was armed and armored in the finest that civilization had to offer. A large, decorated shield, a finely made blade, a winged helmet, and a sturdy bronze cuirass protected him, but similar outfitted men lay dead around his feet. His courage was faltering. “What do you want of me?”

The Slave King attacked, his mace smashing against the lions on the Athenian’s shield and forcing the captain down onto his knees. The Athenian thrust his sword out in desperation, but the other quickly sidestepped the attack and brought his crude weapon down upon the exposed elbow.

“What do you want of me!” the Athenian screamed in desperation as the Slave King knocked the shield out of his hand, “What do you want of me!”

The barbarian stood tall above his civilized counterpart as the sun rose behind him. He was an old man, his hair was gray and his face covered with wrinkles. There was no anger left in him, only exhaustion remained. There was no enjoyment to be had in his actions. A single tear managed to escape his eyes and fell down his face, leaving a clean streak down his dirt covered face.

“What do you want of me…” the captain whispered, “What do you want of me?”

The mace came down and crushed the Athenian’s helmet and skull. The Illyrians roared in approval and the screams rose up into the morning sky. “The Slave King has his vengeance! The Slave King has his vengeance!”

“Peace” the old man whispered as blood fell from his mace, “I wanted peace”