Heroes of the Peloponnese Game Thread
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Leonaidas was glad to be out of the maze filled with magical traps and mages. Now if only he could get his hands of some coin so he could buy a trinket or two in the market before sailing off to parts unknown. Perhaps he should take a moment to record his thoughts about the last venture to papyrus for future reference in composing an appropriate ode.
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+500xp to Damien, Telemachus, Leonidas, Eleni, Andreas, and Kataramene for IC posting this week.
Pw is the same as always.
+500xp to Damien, Telemachus, Leonidas, Eleni, Andreas, and Kataramene for IC posting this week.
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"Come on, a... slave of our own wouldn't be so bad, would it? Would it?" Polytropos looks from face to face. "It'd be someone to keep our clothes in good repair, our weapons clean, someone to cook... someone to harvest olives, if we ever get back home... it's not like we have to take them with us into danger, right? Right? Right...?"
The young warrior looks from person to person, seemingly enthused at the idea of having Someone Else to do the menial work... but seems to find little support. His shoulders sag.
"I suppose it's ship to Egypt, then."
The young warrior looks from person to person, seemingly enthused at the idea of having Someone Else to do the menial work... but seems to find little support. His shoulders sag.
"I suppose it's ship to Egypt, then."
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Leonaidas nodded in agreement to Pol's comments. Yeah, a slave could be very useful. All Spartan warriors have a slave or two along on campaigns for such things. Most wealthy folk have several slaves to help out with domestic stuff. If it's good enough for the Spartans and the the wealthy, why not us?
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Kataramene just glared. A thousand Watt glare that could take down a titan. "You just go right ahead and buy your slave then, if you need someone to look after you better than ... than we can," she snapped. "I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun together. I just hope they can rescue you from Labrinths and everything, when you get into trouble, too." With a toss of her head and her chin lifted imperiously she flounced off in the direction of the ship.
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"If you're too lazy to do you own cooking and cleaning, you can bloody well pay a servant or you can swim back to Argos. End of discussion."
"Lets get under way, the gods only know what is waiting for us in Egypt but it's probably not getting any easier to deal with."
"Lets get under way, the gods only know what is waiting for us in Egypt but it's probably not getting any easier to deal with."
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"Didn't the Master say we are all slaves of someone or something and that true freedom is nothing but a myth?"
Andreas looked around. The scents of the market were carried by the gentle breeze. What was better, to be an happy slave or an unhappy free man? He could not tell.
"A word without slaves? That would be interesting but who would build all this? Who would farm and harvest the crops? Who would prepare the meals of kings and soldiers? Who would go the river and wash the clothes?"
Andreas looked around. The scents of the market were carried by the gentle breeze. What was better, to be an happy slave or an unhappy free man? He could not tell.
"A word without slaves? That would be interesting but who would build all this? Who would farm and harvest the crops? Who would prepare the meals of kings and soldiers? Who would go the river and wash the clothes?"
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"Indeed. To Ra-kedet it is, then," Eleni agreed, eager to leave this topic behind her. It wasn't that the thought of having a slave around was inherently a disagreeable notion - she believed there could be such a thing as a benevolent master or mistress. But equally she believed that Leo, out of all her companions, would never be any such thing.
It reminds me of something dear old Aristarchus once told me: those who are most likely to desire power over others are least likely to be worthy of it. Though now that I think of it, that might have just been one of his many ways of trying to temper my eagerness...
That notion brought her thoughts to the charm spell she'd used on the feeble-minded spy. That was a trick all but the cruellest slave masters - those who preferred ruling through fear over love not because of practicality but because they loved to be feared - could find a use for, no doubt. But the way she used such things - that was just mischief, surely? Or at least, it always had been. A little nudge here, a suggestion there; usually encouraging seeds of things that were already there, planted much earlier by casual smiles and kind words, tools which were no less potent. Just another little way of convincing people that, clearly, her arguments required some additional consideration.
The spy's instant infatuation, though, hadn't been something she'd seen before. Hadn't really been something she'd meant to cause, even if she'd pushed a little harder than normal because, well, the situation seemed to warrant it. She'd hoped merely to make the man more likely to stumble into her trap; not cause him to leap right into it while making declarations of eternal love. But the thing that concerned her most was how easy the whole thing had been - and with this, of course, the notion of what else might be possible...
It reminds me of something dear old Aristarchus once told me: those who are most likely to desire power over others are least likely to be worthy of it. Though now that I think of it, that might have just been one of his many ways of trying to temper my eagerness...
That notion brought her thoughts to the charm spell she'd used on the feeble-minded spy. That was a trick all but the cruellest slave masters - those who preferred ruling through fear over love not because of practicality but because they loved to be feared - could find a use for, no doubt. But the way she used such things - that was just mischief, surely? Or at least, it always had been. A little nudge here, a suggestion there; usually encouraging seeds of things that were already there, planted much earlier by casual smiles and kind words, tools which were no less potent. Just another little way of convincing people that, clearly, her arguments required some additional consideration.
The spy's instant infatuation, though, hadn't been something she'd seen before. Hadn't really been something she'd meant to cause, even if she'd pushed a little harder than normal because, well, the situation seemed to warrant it. She'd hoped merely to make the man more likely to stumble into her trap; not cause him to leap right into it while making declarations of eternal love. But the thing that concerned her most was how easy the whole thing had been - and with this, of course, the notion of what else might be possible...
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Polytropos throws up his hands, and calls after Kataramene. "I didn't mean a slave GIRL! I just meant... augh, forget it." He shrugs at the others, frowning at Telemachus. "Back in the doghouse I go."