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Post by achilles on Jun 1, 2011 20:38:21 GMT -5
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Egyptian. Date Unknown.*
I have no name that is known to me. Up to this point? My tribe has called me The Destroyer. My mother, she died early in my youth. She was the only to show me kindness, but kindness is a blight that must be eliminated. Compassion is a useless trait for a warrior such as I. I've never met my father, the elders refuse to speak on him. I just know that I am different, from the rest of the tribe. My skin harder to pierce, my blows strike harder, and I move faster and do not seem to catch any of the sicknesses that my tribesmen do. They fear me, despite my being so young. They should, for I am The Destroyer. All who stand before me, shall perish. My reason for writing these thoughts, it is unknown to me. However I find something...relaxing about it. The elders may rend the flesh from my back were they to discover this.
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Post by achilles on Jun 2, 2011 16:55:22 GMT -5
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Egyptian. Date Unknown.*
I have been ousted from my tribe. Their fear of me had become too great. I'm not like them, they stated. Their crippling fear made it too much of a task to attempt to take my life so they ousted me. In the process of doing so? I claimed the chieftains's head. I have tried to figure out my age, it has been stated that when my mother birthed me? She lost much of her strength, and the elders said this was 10 s**ta'a from now. So I guess that is how old I am.
Now I am searching, for who I am. My place in the world, and whom my real father is. I know not where I walk to. But my legs move of their own accord, I have traveled north for some time now. It isn't as hot as what I am used to, and the land looks different. As do the people. Maybe my destiny lies in this strange land?
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Egyptian. Date Unknown.*
I have travelled far & wide, this land is apparently called Greece. More than that, I've discovered many things in my adventure. I was right, I'm different from my tribesmen. I'm not a mere human. No, I am far more. My father, my true father? Is Ares. He's a god, not just any god. But the god of war. Our family are known as Olympians! My grandfather from what he's told me is named Zeus, and is the ruler of the gods and the heavens. My father told me that should I prove myself worthy? I may someday inherit the throne! I'm a god though...a god. It isn't a wonder why my tribe feared me, they knew. They were insects, weak pitiful beings who will die at the end of a blade or festering diseases. They'll grow old and weak. While I? I will live forever.
My father has been educating me, and training me. I already knew how to fight, but this method of fighting? It is different. Far different, although he states I make him proud as I am a quick learner with a natural gift for violence. I wake up early, and train until deep into the night. I've yet to meet any of my other family, aside from my father's sister Athena. This would make her my aunt. She's supposed to be the goddess of wisdom and war. My father intensely dislikes her, warning me not to buy into her weak, spineless beliefs of war. She seems to like me however, but my father won't allow her much contact. Still...my being a god? I am still warming to the idea. Until I inherit the throne? I will become the greatest warrior to have ever walked the earth, and all that stand before me? Shall perish.
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Post by achilles on Jun 8, 2011 15:58:38 GMT -5
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown.*
Father has insisted that I write and speak in Greek, this has been a new experience though it oddly feels natural. I'm still making my peace with the idea of being a god. I've met two of my father's other children so far and they are poor imitations. Not true warriors, they dishonor our bloodline and I'd gladly see them eliminated. This training I've recieved? Is unlike anything I've ever experienced. I punch the hardest of surfaces until either they shatter or my bones break, this strengthens them. Each time I break a surface? Father finds a harder one for me to hit. He's had me test my mettle against dangerous beasts and the like, I slew a Minotaur recently. THAT was enjoyable. I removed it's head and boiled it down to the skull, it will make a fine trophy.
Something that Mistress Athena has said to me, I find troubling. She said that I can choose a different path of war, that I need not follow in father's footsteps. I do not understand. Is she not the mistress of war? A war goddess? War is the complete and utter elimination of one's enemy, to do anything else is foolish and to invite death. I've been gifted a suit of armor, and it feels like a second skin. My father says that if I prove myself? His brother, my uncle Hephaestus will craft for me a suit of the finest armor in all of Olympus. This suit I have in my possession currently is black, and the helmet? I can only imagine the fearsome sight I craft in it as I slay my foes and render them asunder. I've been training for some time, and I long to test myself in the field of battle.
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May the gods be with Sparta, the home to the truest of warriors in all the land. Noble Leonidas was truly a warrior born. He led a few men to confront those damned Persians and they gave them hell before giving their lives. I suspect treachery, however these men? They will not have died in vain. We go now to confront the Persians at Plataea. The men under my command? Are among the most brutal and bloodthirsty of warriors. Our forces are much larger, and these Persians? They can throw the entire strength of their nation at us. On this day? Greece has the Beast of Olympus fighting for her and I will personally see every Persian that I lay eyes on to the gates of Tartarus.
You see, Lord Hades? He holds a special place in his black heart for my men, he holds a special place in that same heart for me. His favorite of great nephews. I kill everything I see! He plays his games, as I play mine. To show my gratitude for this favor? I constantly supply his kingdom with new souls. As I will do today. I prefer offense to defense, but this is to be a defensive battle. Pausanias says we'll hold them, and while I respect Spartans? I'll prove why the mortals worship us in this battle. This battle? It will be the beginning of my legend. All that stand before The Son of Ares shall perish.
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Post by achilles on Jun 9, 2011 10:29:30 GMT -5
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown.*
The war has been won, Plataea was a rousing success and in the process? I've more than proven myself superior to any other warrior on the battlefield. Mardonius the commander of the invaders was slain by my own hand. Impaled at the end of my spear in front of all his soldiers. He died a good death. I lost count of how many of the Persians and traitors to Greece tasted the end of my sword, however I earned a title. "Achilles The Invincible." Is what they've come to call me. At my urging? We now go onto the offense, we push these Persians back to their own country and if neccesary? Lay it to waste.
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown.*
Spineless cowards, the lot of them. We should have continued to press the war! But no these mangy dogs make peace with our chosen enemy! This sickens me, you do not make peace with your attackers. You see them driven before you, you hear the cries of their women and you ensure an end to their bloodlines. However I've recently come to face a truly worthy opponent. My uncle, Heracles. My father has despised him ever since he slew my father's sacred Stymphalian Birds. As well as the murder of that blasted idiot half brother of mine, Kyknos. Kyknos is one I pity. He's a moron who sought to please our father by building a temple in his name, overcompensation for his own ineptitude and deformities.
Kyknos must be a weakling because I fought my uncle the other day in pursuit of a trophy my father tasked me with collecting. I collected this item, but had to face Heracles as a result. This was an interesting contest. Physically? His strength is every bit as vast as I've heard tale of, he surpassed me in both strength and durability. The man wasn't just a lumbering idiot like my father has led me to believe either. Still, I was a better combatant and faster as well as smarter. Our battle however was inconclusive and I long to face him again in the field of battle. He proved himself to me.
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Post by achilles on Jun 13, 2011 11:18:50 GMT -5
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown.*
The trickster Hermes came to me recently, as he's a god? He is to be respected, not to mention he is my uncle. Still his nature is an annoyance to me. However he came bearing news from Olympus. Apparently eyes are on me, to what degree? I do not know. However I've come to learn that certain Demi-Gods? Who prove themselves above all others, have a chance of becoming a full fledged god upon their deaths. Favor has been casted upon me for my part in the war with The Persians. I take this to mean that my ascension to godhood? Will be accomplished through my valor in battle. So I now know what I must do. Seek Glory and raise my legend until the gods have no choice but to include me in their ranks. While this is only speculation on my part? Hermes has told me in his own roundabout way that eyes are on me to see what I do next.
Speaking of eyes, a few nights ago the eyes of a god were most definitely on me. A goddess to be accurate. The mistress of love and seduction, Aphrodite herself. I returned from a conflict that isn't worth mentioning and upon returning to my chambers? Who should be in there but the goddess herself? I knew her to be no mortal woman upon meeting her, nor even a demi-goddess. Her beauty...it is without equal. Her voice is a million promises of everything that is wonderful in life. Her eyes, inviting yet...dangerous at the same time. She was clad in my sheets, fully exposed before making her way to me. For the first time in my life? I felt...powerless and I didn't hate it. She told me that my father? Was one of her most frequent lovers, and that above all of his sons? I alone inherited his looks, his passion and that she could not wait to see what I do with so much potential. She also said to me that one day, on a day of her choosing? When I have proven myself worthy? I would share her bed, for a night that would live on for the rest of my days. I had no choice in the matter, and would not deny her this. She left me with a single kiss, a kiss that I still feel on my lips. That still warms my body and that still I think about as I write this. I've laid with many women, I've laid with nymphs and many more desirable entities but this...this has me perplexed.
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Post by achilles on Jun 16, 2011 15:25:11 GMT -5
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown.*
I am currently on Themyscira, an island that is home to the Amazons. I came here out of curosity. My life at this point is something that I long examine and think on. I know my aunt Athena is displeased with me, she says I am my father's mirror image almost. Wars are to be won, and history is written by the victors. War is supposed to entail the complete destruction of the enemy. Their civillians? They are the enemy as well, and would gladly kill you if given the chance. If a child witnesses you killing it's father? It will naturally dedicate it's life to revenge. Why bother when you can just end them right then and there? Her scorn is something I could do without but of little consequence. I came to this place because I seek something. That which I seek? I cannot know. I feel as if I have everything a man could want. Glory, Wine, Women and I am feared. Achilles the Invincible they call me. It is a title I wear with pride.
As I have stated though, I am currently on Themyscira. I came to this place because I heard the Amazons were fearsome warriors. Well, they've certainly lived up to their reputations. Their prowess in battle is equal to their beauty. I met their leader Hippolyta in battle. She was truly a sight to behold, and managed to win our confrontation. I will not take away from her victory, I foolishly underestimated her and didn't analyze the situation properly. This has been something I've done more often I've noticed when I become enraged. It was a very close contest, but I look at my loss as a disappointment. In regards to skill? We are fairly close, she is as good a fighter as I if not possibly superior in some regards. My size, my strength and durability along with my aggression? I rely on them too much, It has been some time since I've truly been tested so this was a humbling experience.
Still she's extended the hand of friendship towards me along with the other Amazons of this island. I will not turn it down. She is a fine woman, although I don't see anything trangressing between the two of us. More's the pity. Still her and Artemis have granted me a truly superb Bow. I gladly accepted the gift, and I will proudly use it to slay many men.
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Post by achilles on Jun 18, 2011 20:59:41 GMT -5
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown.*
Love, it is something I cannot understand. I've seen it drive rational men to commit acts of insanity. Yet, I am curious. Those who have felt it's embrace? They say that it is the most powerful force on Earth. I know not why I speak of it, my mind tends to wander at times. However I'm currently on a boat, in the midst of a quest. A prince, Jason is on a quest to retrieve the fabled Golden Fleece. My uncle Heracles, amongst other "heroes" have taken part in this crusade. All for their own reasons. I wonder, why am I here? Jason silver tongued though he may be wasn't capable of offering me anything of substance. I am simply here for glory, to further my own name. What does that say about me when tangibles mean nothing to me? Women, Wine, Coin, or Land even? I care not for any of it. As time has progressed? I've grown more and more skeptical of my father's claims of me ascending to godhood. How will I? By slaying the odd foul spawn of Typhon? By conquest over mortal men? There must be more for me, this cannot be what I was meant for. I desire more, it is why I am on this quest. I require some meaning for my life, something. I've even grown bored with the glories of battle. None aside from the Amazons were able to provide me challenge. Still, maybe Jason and his quest will provide something more for me. One can hope.
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Post by achilles on Jun 23, 2011 9:59:05 GMT -5
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown.*
This quest...proved most confusing to me. We embarked to assure that Jason would gain his throne and see his kingdom free from evil. The price of this? Was the mythical Golden Fleece. Men lost their lives, while others? Cemented their legends on this most grave of quests. I suppose I further my own legend, but yet I still find myself unfufilled. Although I briefly had conference with a prophet. She told me that in the near future? A war the likes of which the world has never seen will unfold. That I will be at the center of this conflict and that with it? I shall truly attain immortality but I will lose much and I will fall in this war.
I know not when this war will be, nor the chosen enemy. However running away is not an option. Should I actually give my life? I will take entire nations down with me. Glory, and my legacy? Are all that I have in this world. Those who flee from death? Those are the ones whose names will not be remembered after they are on the ground. I am Achilles the Invincible, and I look death in the face and spit in it. I caress death, lay with death even.
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What am I? It has happened again. I know this is not the fabled battle I am destined to fall in. But this...this conflict that has recently ended itself? It has made me question aspects of myself. I lost control, and in the process? Women, and children lay slain along with their men. A barely born babe was crushed by my hand. This...this is not honor. There is no glory in it, I see myself as without mercy. A ruthless warrior, but when this happens? I become a butcher. There is something horrible inside of me, something horrible that I must control lest it damn me to Hades for all eternity.
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When I reflect some nights? I can recall something, from many dozens of winters ago. I remember a presence. It was powerful. Like my father's but more and the anger was considerably less. It felt far more maternal. I've long wondered what this presence was. I have my suspicions. I've heard tale that my grandmother Hera is present in some form at the birth of truly unique individuals. Could this be it? I wonder, I've yet to meet her myself. Or the sky father Zeus. I am curious as to their thoughts on me. Do they smile favorably upon me? Or do they scorn me as many do my father?
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Last night...was like no other. After a successful battle? I was summoned by Hermes himself who took me to Aphrodisias. More specifically the Temple of Aphrodite where she was awaiting my arrival. This time? She was in her true form...not one of the forms she takes when conversing with mortals. The beauty I was witness to, it almost brought a tear to my eye. I'd never seen such a magnificent sight. She said that this was to be the night she told me of those years ago. I'm not used to allowing a woman to take the lead, and while I was not submissive? I definitely wasn't dominant. But our passion was unlike any I'd ever experienced. Chanting my name as if I was Zeus himself, we enjoyed each other's company for the entirety of the night. Once finished, she stated that while I was definitely as gorgeous a man as any she knew...and while I was amongst her most adept lovers? She had ulterior motives in this...she wanted something else from me. When I inquired as to the nature of this she desired? She stated that she already got it from me, and all things would be revealed in time. I know not what this means, but it is of some concern despite my enjoyment of what has taken place.
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Post by achilles on Jun 25, 2011 9:52:00 GMT -5
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown.*
I think I may have finally found my fated war. We're to go to war with Troy, and I must say...this is the single largest gathering of soldiers I've ever seen. All for one man's wounded pride. Menelaus, the current King of Sparta? He lost his wife to the Trojan prince Paris. Thetis who is one of my more frequent lovers & a nereid? She believes that I am to fall in this war as well. Menelaus himself asked of me to partake in the war, I'll do it. But not for him or his wounded pride. I fight for me, and if I am to die? I am to die. This battle might be what I'm looking for, and so I'll lead my Myrmidons to war. We're the fiercest warriors in all the world, and every man under my command? Will send hundreds of Trojan souls to the Underworld. Still...I can't help but wonder on this fated fall of mine.
Some of the most valiant warriors I've ever known are taking part in this war. Powerful Ajax, my uncle Heracles, clever Odysseus whom I've had a hand in tutoring, and my greatest of friends Patroclus. Unfortunately I was not able to convince my young student Adoni not to join the fighting. He has the heart of a titan, but he is still young and not properly trained. I'll do what I can for him but he will more than likely die in this war. To my great displeasure however, Agamemnon is to be the commander of the Greek Forces. I despise the man. The man angered my aunt Artemis and sacrificed his own daughter to appease her. He knows nothing of honor.
Still, if this is to be the greatest of wars...it will require the greatest of all warriors. If I should die, at least my name will live on until the end of times.
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This war has truly lived up to my expectations thus far. The Trojans have an advantage as they're defending. Their archers are amongst the best I've ever seen. We've been fighting for some years now. While it seems like a long stretch of time to the mortals I fight with, it is a considerably shorter amount of time to me. My disagreements with Agamemnon grow more severe. He'd have us continue to throw ourselves at the Trojans when instead we should be looking at methods of infiltration. If we're able to bypass the Archers and extend our reach outwards from within the borders? They'll have no answer. But the damned coward will not listen to reason.
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My men and I sacked Lyrnessus today, this will prove to be a key victory. However I've found victory of a different kind. A girl, no...a princess. Briseis is her name She was amongst the captives taken. She is young, amongst the most beautiful of women I've ever encountered. There is something to her, something strong and fierce. It compels me in a way I've not known since my dealings with the Amazons. She is my "prize" of war it'd seem. However I've never been one to force relations on a woman. She'll stay in my tent, and although she despises me now? There is something there. Something inside of her, it broke very briefly and perhaps...perhaps I've found something substantial in this fighting. Only time will tell.
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Post by achilles on Jun 26, 2011 19:21:30 GMT -5
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown.*
Briseis is vexing to me. At one moment, she'll look to me with scorn and curse my name. The other? She'll look at me longingly and might I even say sympathetically? The men know well enough to leave her untouched. I've staked my claim to her. When I look at her, I hear a thousand promises of beauty and splendor. I look to her, and feel that there may be more in this life than just endless war. It is quite strange.
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Agamemnon's arrogance knows no ends! He knew of my claim to Briseis and yet this mortal has the gall to take her while my men and I fight in his war? I've learned that he had to release a captive he claimed, and so he feels he should have one of his own. So he takes Briseis! I would gladly cut his throat for this treachery, however he shall not have Achilles nor his men to command in battle no more. Let's see how well this war fares with him in that regard...still if he's touched her? The thought alone fills me with rage and fills me with disgust. The greatest of my friends, my brother in arms Patroclus has told me that Agamemnon will have no choice but to comply with my demands. The Greeks need me in this war.
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Adoni died in battle recently, foolish yet brave young boy. May he know peace. However...I write today for a tragedy of a different sort. The battling has ended for the day...Patroclus foolishly tried to rally the men by marching out in my armor dressed as me. He fought the greatest Trojan warrior Hector who is also a demigod. Patroclus fought well but he is only a man...from when I went to see him? I do not know if he will live or die, but...the rage I feel? Is unlike anything I've ever known. I feel grief...it is like the foulest taste in my mouth and I cannot control it. I will kill Hector and any who share his bloodline...I will repay the pain that has been caused to me. Agamemnon returned the girl to me and swore he did not lay with her and yet...her presence does nothing to sate my anger. Nothing does. Patroclus is the truest friend I've ever had. He believes in me, and has stood by my side when nobody else would. He is my brother in arms, and whether he dies or not? It doesn't matter. The one responsible will die by my sword. Death is not good enough for this Hector and I swear to father Zeus, I will have the villains' life.
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Post by achilles on Jul 1, 2011 13:19:40 GMT -5
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Hector fought well, but died by my hand. He was one of the most worthy opponents I've faced. Something overcame me after his death, he had been responsible for nearly killing Patroclus so I tied his body to a chariot and dragged it around Troy for the entirety of the day. His father came to my tent, asking personally if I'd return his body. His father is honorable and a better king than the one we follow on this campaign. The Trojans are lucky to have him. I returned Hector's body so he may see a proper burial. I'm losing my stomach for war however. Last night I made love to Briseis...she has been a source of comfort for me during these times. I will bring her back to Greece with me. It would only be right.
Clever Odysseus and I have formulated a plan. A plan that will end the war. We will make the Trojans think we've retreated and then? Leave them a large offering, in the shape of a horse. They'll accept it, and bring it within their walls. What they won't know? Is it will contain our men and from that position? We'll be able to claim Troy and slay our enemies. This war has been going on for ten years, it is time to set mind to task and see this war to its' conclusion.
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I know not what happened. We were inside the walls, fighting our way through the town when I was struck down. I was engaged with several warriors and then there was nothingness. Paris, the whelp brother of Hector shot me with arrows from the very bow of Apollo. The pain I felt before blacking out? It was unlike any I've known. Apparently it takes a weapon either forged by the gods or containing their essence to do serious harm to me. Still, he almost succeeded in killing me. Striking me in my tendon, Patroclus did not take kindly to this and he slew him and saw to it that this bow wouldn't fall into unwanted hands.
The war was won, so where do I go from here now? Briseis has taken a husband since my near death, and I've arrived at a conclusion. The Greek Empire is potentionally the greatest empire on the earth. But with fools like Agamemnon leading us? We will never realize that potential. No...I must unite all of Greece, and then spread our glory across the face of this planet. I've realized that this is my purpose. This is how I will appease the gods, and make amends for my failure in the Trojan War. Agamemmnon and his like don't have the stomach for what is to come. My men will follow me, and though we start but a few? Our number will grow. In the name of my father, the god of war I now begin my conquest of Mother Greece.
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Post by achilles on Jul 6, 2011 16:12:45 GMT -5
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My conquest of Greece is going successfully, and yet...I now wonder. If this is the best course. However I will not be convinced to stray from my destiny. My reach will extend beyond Greece's arms.
Distressing news has reached my ears and now I have much to weigh on. Heracles and my cousin Theseus? They're responsible for truly horrific acts. They faced the formidable Amazons, to what ends I know not the full details. I know they utilized treachery, especially as Heracles? As powerful as he is? He has not the skill, nor the intelligence to defeat Hippolyta. The things they did to the Amazons, and the bondage they forced on them? It sickens me to my very core...I want to believe that my father is not responsible for this...but even I must admit that this has all the makings of one of The God of War's ploys. As distressing as this news is, I must focus my efforts on the campaign. Still, this legacy is not the one I want attached to me and my good name. The rape of women sickens me to very core.
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Post by achilles on Jul 14, 2011 1:12:29 GMT -5
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All of Greece is united under my rule, the rest of the world will follow as I expand out to the east. Maybe...I will be able to claim my birthlands? However I write this because of a new development. I have met one...who is truly stunning. I think I now understand what Aphrodite wanted from me in regards to our brief coupling. I've met a sorceress who is an oracle to father Zeus himself. Her name is Olympia and truly...her beauty is the stuff of gods. She has an affinity for serpents. She was presented to me recently and stated that she had been seeking me. Aphrodite herself blessed Olympia and it is odd. I feel no magic, nothing sinister like what I feel with Aphrodite when I am in her presence.
No what I feel for Olympia? It is purer, sweeter, and oddly enough? It empowers me. As we travel Eastward, she is directly by my side. Providing advice, laying with me at nights, but it is more than just that. She looks deeply into my very essence. She sees the lives I've destroyed, all of the blood I've shed, the horrible acts I've committed. Yet she insists that they aren't me. That I am meant to do great things. Greater than laying waste to nations. Than conquest. It makes me wonder. Still, what I feel with Olympia? It is like nothing I've ever known before...Love. My heart beats for Olympia. She alone knows my hearts' desires, and has told me that I will never love another woman aside from her. I truly believe her.
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We extend further and further, and I must admit that I am proud of my accomplishments. In our last skirmsh? I slew the demigod son of some great asian god, and this god himself appeared on the field of battle. Essentially denying me from taking over, but providing appeasement for me. I am sure he could have destroyed me, but to do so? Would possibly invite a war of gods upon his kin's head that they did not want. When we return westward? I will revisit my stance on taking those lands. However that is irrelevant. Olympia and I have consorted for several years. A short time for myself, for her though? She is now a woman approaching twenty and I decided to do right by her and wed her with honored union.
Now Olympia is with child, and the Oracle of Delphi has given word that the child is to be greater than I and to have the heart of a lion. The gods themselves bless my child, and I cannot wait to hold him in my arms. I will see to it that the child becomes something better than I could ever be.
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Post by achilles on Jul 16, 2011 21:07:26 GMT -5
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Though Athena has visited me often throughout my life, since my son Alexander's birth? Her presence is a constant. Which means she sees great potential in the boy, and it also means she wants something. The child is to be greater than I. One can only hope. When I hold Alexander? I see my entire life laid out before me. I see the conquests, I see the wars, I see the quests I've been on. The glory and all of it, and yet...I realize I've done nothing. The life of a father? It is one worth living. Alexander is the one truly good thing I've done on this planet. I look into his eyes...and I shudder thinking of the things he is capable of. He is destined for greatness. He will change the world, as he has mine. I will train him myself in the art of war...he will be brutal...but he will also be honorable. I thank you Alexander, for this clarity.
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Post by achilles on Jul 17, 2011 20:50:28 GMT -5
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Alexander is truly a remarkable boy. He...is different than I, different than all I have known. He is compassionate, innocent, and has warmth. He questions what he is and is a curious child. Yet these do not make him weak, already he is skilled with the blade. He moves quickly and with purpose, and his mother ensures that he is learned in all. Whether it be history, philosophy and how to lead. The child wants to see me in battle, the smart and sound thing to do is to allow it. He will be fighting alongside me when he is older, the sooner he is used to the sight of blood? The less he will falter...and yet? I have not the heart to rob the child of his innocence just yet. I will allow him to be a boy, for but a little longer.
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown.*
Alexander is a wonder to behold on the battlefield. He fights like a warrior born, and despite his effieciency? It doesn't strike me as being as brutal or as savage as my own style of combat. Still we've conquered much and as he matures into a young man more and more? I could not be prouder. My father is cross with me. Despite the war I wage? He wishes to see the nations we conquer razed as opposed to just conquered. Alexander and I have a policy, where the nations we add? Essentially run themselves. This doesn't please Ares. None has ever conquered the vast stretches of land that we have. All in the name of Greece. I have conversed with Olympia on this, and she warns caution. Despite Ares being my father? She doesn't trust him and sees him only as a bloodthirsty monster. I will admit my father is exceedingly violent, but he is still my father. He took me in when none would, and made me into the man I am today. Still...there is wisdom in Olympia's words.
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