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[X] Alexander's Hetaroi
I can´t believe I have missed this!!!
I can´t believe I have missed this!!!
Hetairoi (No SV, You are a Companion of Alexander the Great)
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Heteroi and Companions.
Magoose
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-[X]The Other Heteroi: Alexander has brought you to the training yard, and has introduced you to the other Heteroi. His other companions. Rolled:D100 => 49
When you arrived at the training yard, there were not as many of Alexander's companions as you had thought, for it seemed that, at least at the moment, you were…
Not expected.
However, there were clearly some who wanted to meet you and had been waiting for you to arrive. Instead of, as it seems, riding their horses around the tracks nearby.
Hephaestion was the most notable, sitting by Alexander with a dreamy stare in his eyes as he watched the sky seemingly move with clouds. You would have expected him to be looking at Alexander due to how close they were as companions, but you must have clearly missed something. He seemed distant and frustrated with much more on his mind than his other duties.
The fact of the matter was, you could see even now, that he was unfocused.
However, the most interesting member of Alexanders' friends, and companions, was the one who was sitting beneath the shade of an Olive tree, reading. That was Ptolomey. You had heard a great many things about him, many of them conflicting, and otherwise contradictory.
He was seen as a great warrior and a student of war and Battle. Others said that he was a more… softer focused young man. He was always buried with a scroll or book in his hand, and he was inquisitive, practicing Historia in almost every matter and writing them down in his own little scroll. Yet Ptolomey here was scribbling with fresh ink and quill of a matter yet unknown.
You wanted to say that the stories about him were true, that he was a bookish and learned sort. Yet you of all people knew that looks could be rather deceiving.
Mother taught you that.
He was by far the eldest, at least to your reckoning, because you had never bothered to ask. But he was most certainly the biggest. To you at least.
Yet the final member was the one who made you the most at pause. Leonnatus was something of a mystery, even to other members of the court, and a subject to many rumors that you didn't know what to make of them.
Some say that he was incredibly close to Alexander, even more than Hephaestion, who you knew was Alexanders' closest friend. Yet another rumor circulated that he was just happy to be away from his family, and had a growing bloodlust about him.
As you arrived, Alexander waited, and waved, gathering the attention of his friends and they all, slowly, wandered towards him, gravitating towards him like moths to flames.
"Hail Prince." They all, in unison said, the training of soldiery had quietly shown, as they sat.
"Hail," Alexander spoke, and he was excited, you had seen the great look on his face as he looked at each and every one of them. "You know of my brother. Neoptolemus will be joining us from now on, in training and in journeys."
"He's a child," Ptolomey whispered, clearly not amused. "I will not coddle him like some nursemaid because you want him with us."
"This is not my word, but my father's." Alexander returned with a curt and quick reply. "And they will be obeyed like all my commands." There was a silent gaze between them. "Where are the others?" Alexander asked as he looked around. "Where are they?"
Hephaestion replied first. "They are racing." He then pointed towards the large groups of boys and horses, with other soldiers that were there. "They were bored of training, and want to ride."
"Did my father or Stablemaster agree to this?" Alexander asked cross and feeling vindictive in his tone. He wanted to exercise his authority. Yet in a way that would be nice and rewarding for him.
"Mercenaries will be mercenaries?" Leonnatus replied, barely piping up, and having sunk behind a tree, to hide or to watch, you did not know.
"Indeed," Alexander whispered as he waved his hand. "Come now… let us see these mercenaries."
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-[X]Born on the Saddle: You are going to learn how to ride a Horse. Rolled:D6 => 6
When you arrived at the grounds, the Panonian mercenaries that were serving your father's court were indeed, racing. But it seems members of the nobility were there as well, members of the court that were trying to beat the riders of horses with their own skill.
And failing miserably at that. Every single race was a terrible reminder of the Macedoneon horsemanship when compared to legendary riders and skilled horsemen of the North and the West.
They were, just better because they were born in the saddle.
Yet you looked at the Stablemaster, who was watching the whole event with tears in his eyes. "Brings a great tear to your eye, to see so many brought low by such low birth." He whispered as Alexander and the companions walked over to their fellows, who were not happy that they were losing. "Makes you want to do something about it?"
"I don't know how to ride a horse." You replied, feeling frightened at the whole thing, yet the Stablemaster smiled. "Nor do I have one."
"You are the Prince of Macedon… all the horses are yours, you just need to take command." He replied as he looked to another young boy, barely your age, who rode on the saddle with such ease that it was as if he was born in it.
"I… I can't." You stammered.
"Yes, you can." The Stablemaster said as he smiled. "Now go, destiny is never made standing still." He then pushed you into the path of an oncoming rider, who was only trotting slowly, in full control, and could see you.
You then nodded. "Hail!" You stopped one of the riders of your father, a sword to your side. He stopped and looked at you, his eyes looking hazy. He had full control, despite the beast going on its hind legs, and you fall to the ground in fear.
"Prince Neoptolemus." He spoke quickly and with little pause, as you finally moved over, and got to your feet again. He recognized you immediately… he must have served court, or he was just around enough when you wandered. "How may I help you?"
"I need a mount, and this one will do for my purposes." You stated plainly.
He looked confused. "Prince, what is the meaning of this… brashness?"
"I want to ride." You replied. "Now, may I?"
The soldier was confused, but he obeyed. "As you will." He then quickly, and expertly dismounted, holding the reigns of his horse firmly, and he sighed and petted it. "Be well, the Prince will be riding."
You then walked over and stood beside the great beast that towered over you, and you stroked its mane. "A name?" You whispered.
"My horse has no name, my prince." The soldier replied. "Lost too many mounts over the years of campaigning to get attached."
You looked up to the soldier. "I was asking for yours." You replied.
That act caught him off guard. "Icarus."
You studied the man for a moment, this Icarus. He was taller, but he was certainly shorter than other soldiers. He was scrawny, but he had strong arms. His hair was red as fire, yet you also saw heavy bags of blackness underneath his eyes, and his left hand was missing a single finger.
"Thank you, Icarus." You replied with a small bow. "I will do honor with your mount, and bring you glory."
He bowed. "The honor is mine." He then looked at you.
You then did a slight cough. "Can I have some help getting on?"
There was a snort, and a laugh from some of the mercenaries and even the Stablemaster, who were watching. There seemed to be some money being made from this state… and you were happy that it wasn't for losing. "Of course." He replied.
He then lifted you up off the ground and placed you on his mount's back. The beast was surprised, and you squirmed. "I don't know if I-"
"Be calm," Icarus stated as he commanded, as he placed the reigns in your hands. "Have no doubt. Feel the horse beneath you, steer with your legs, not the reigns. Control your breathing. Flick the reigns when you want to move quickly." He then placed his hand on your chest. "Let your heart match that of the horse… he will trust you then."
You took a breath, as you held the reigns with one hand, and stroked the mane with the other. The horse then neighed, reciprocating with a happy nod and pounding with one hoof on the ground. "Good. You didn't scare him." Icarus stated.
Now the whole crowd, Alexander and the others were watching. Silence had overtaken them, and they waited.
He then let go. "He's yours now." You then did what was natural. You rode.
The Horse below you was something that you never expected, sure it was an animal, but it was under your control, and it was responding well. You moved about the arena with grace, surprising all watching.
Even Alexander, who was very surprised when he looked at you, watching you, masting the beast below you like a seasoned master.
Bellowing laughter from the Stablemaster could be heard as he shouted. "The Prince has finally ridden, now he shall ride for eternity."
It was the first time you had ever felt such praise… and you smiled, you laughed you felt the wind blowing through your hair.
And you finally stopped beside the boy who had seemingly won every race with Alexanders' companion, on a horse that was rested and happy. "Hail." You stated calmly, despite the rush in your tone, and your heart racing from excitement.
"Hail." He replied though he bowed his head. "What do you want, My Prince?"
"To regain the honor of my people." You smiled as you raised your arm. "I challenge you to a race."
Everyone was silent now, and people were not entirely… well calm, there was some jumping and there was some heckling. You didn't care for them.
"What's the wager?" He asked. "Honor means nothing to some of us, and I don't have much in the way of the coin?"
"I win… my honor and that of my people is restored." There were some cheers and laughter from that. "I lose… My father will give you any horse in the stable. That is yours until they die."
There was a smile. "Than Prince, I accept."
"You're name, or do you not have one?" You asked.
"Diomedes," He replied. "And you will owe me a horse."
The Stablemaster prepared a line, and he smiled. "At the end, Where the others have raced, there is a line to cross. You know where it is. And the winner will be declared."
He held up his arm, and you tense, before you remembered what Icarus said. You calmed, feeling your heart slow, and you felt like the wind.
"BEGIN!" He shouted.
It did not matter, for you found your calling.
Reward:
You have met a few of Alexanders' companions, who seem a little frosty towards you, mostly because you are new, and not entirely in their circle of hierarchy.
But you, however, are now part of them, and they accept that.
As you learned, a rider of your father's army, Icuras gave you some minor pointers on how to ride, but everything came naturally.
During the Great Race, however, you challenge another great rider, Diomedes. And you won.
Skill Gained:
Horsemanship (Legendary) They say you were born in the saddle, and to ride. They are right.
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-[X]Brothers: Alexander came to your room to talk to you. About what, you do not know. Rolled:D100 => 93
Alexander was in your room, and he was happy. "Father will be taking us on campaigning once the season begins." He stated as he wandered in. "He's taking both of us."
"Truely?" You asked, feeling a bit small as he sat next to you. "I can barely ride?"
"That does not matter, Father wants us to learn at his feet, and we will. He certainly does believe in us."
He then leaned in to hug you. "He believes in you too."
"But you're the heir." You replied. "It's more appropriate for you to leave, not me."
Alexander then stood up and waved his arm out and proclaimed. "I believe it is not. We are brothers of the same father and mother, we are bound by destiny to help one another." He then placed his hand down to his side. "You just need to believe it, like I do."
He then held out his arms. "Promise."
You embraced.
Reward: soon you will join your father in a campaign.
Careful.
When you arrived at the training yard, there were not as many of Alexander's companions as you had thought, for it seemed that, at least at the moment, you were…
Not expected.
However, there were clearly some who wanted to meet you and had been waiting for you to arrive. Instead of, as it seems, riding their horses around the tracks nearby.
Hephaestion was the most notable, sitting by Alexander with a dreamy stare in his eyes as he watched the sky seemingly move with clouds. You would have expected him to be looking at Alexander due to how close they were as companions, but you must have clearly missed something. He seemed distant and frustrated with much more on his mind than his other duties.
The fact of the matter was, you could see even now, that he was unfocused.
However, the most interesting member of Alexanders' friends, and companions, was the one who was sitting beneath the shade of an Olive tree, reading. That was Ptolomey. You had heard a great many things about him, many of them conflicting, and otherwise contradictory.
He was seen as a great warrior and a student of war and Battle. Others said that he was a more… softer focused young man. He was always buried with a scroll or book in his hand, and he was inquisitive, practicing Historia in almost every matter and writing them down in his own little scroll. Yet Ptolomey here was scribbling with fresh ink and quill of a matter yet unknown.
You wanted to say that the stories about him were true, that he was a bookish and learned sort. Yet you of all people knew that looks could be rather deceiving.
Mother taught you that.
He was by far the eldest, at least to your reckoning, because you had never bothered to ask. But he was most certainly the biggest. To you at least.
Yet the final member was the one who made you the most at pause. Leonnatus was something of a mystery, even to other members of the court, and a subject to many rumors that you didn't know what to make of them.
Some say that he was incredibly close to Alexander, even more than Hephaestion, who you knew was Alexanders' closest friend. Yet another rumor circulated that he was just happy to be away from his family, and had a growing bloodlust about him.
As you arrived, Alexander waited, and waved, gathering the attention of his friends and they all, slowly, wandered towards him, gravitating towards him like moths to flames.
"Hail Prince." They all, in unison said, the training of soldiery had quietly shown, as they sat.
"Hail," Alexander spoke, and he was excited, you had seen the great look on his face as he looked at each and every one of them. "You know of my brother. Neoptolemus will be joining us from now on, in training and in journeys."
"He's a child," Ptolomey whispered, clearly not amused. "I will not coddle him like some nursemaid because you want him with us."
"This is not my word, but my father's." Alexander returned with a curt and quick reply. "And they will be obeyed like all my commands." There was a silent gaze between them. "Where are the others?" Alexander asked as he looked around. "Where are they?"
Hephaestion replied first. "They are racing." He then pointed towards the large groups of boys and horses, with other soldiers that were there. "They were bored of training, and want to ride."
"Did my father or Stablemaster agree to this?" Alexander asked cross and feeling vindictive in his tone. He wanted to exercise his authority. Yet in a way that would be nice and rewarding for him.
"Mercenaries will be mercenaries?" Leonnatus replied, barely piping up, and having sunk behind a tree, to hide or to watch, you did not know.
"Indeed," Alexander whispered as he waved his hand. "Come now… let us see these mercenaries."
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-[X]Born on the Saddle: You are going to learn how to ride a Horse. Rolled:D6 => 6
When you arrived at the grounds, the Panonian mercenaries that were serving your father's court were indeed, racing. But it seems members of the nobility were there as well, members of the court that were trying to beat the riders of horses with their own skill.
And failing miserably at that. Every single race was a terrible reminder of the Macedoneon horsemanship when compared to legendary riders and skilled horsemen of the North and the West.
They were, just better because they were born in the saddle.
Yet you looked at the Stablemaster, who was watching the whole event with tears in his eyes. "Brings a great tear to your eye, to see so many brought low by such low birth." He whispered as Alexander and the companions walked over to their fellows, who were not happy that they were losing. "Makes you want to do something about it?"
"I don't know how to ride a horse." You replied, feeling frightened at the whole thing, yet the Stablemaster smiled. "Nor do I have one."
"You are the Prince of Macedon… all the horses are yours, you just need to take command." He replied as he looked to another young boy, barely your age, who rode on the saddle with such ease that it was as if he was born in it.
"I… I can't." You stammered.
"Yes, you can." The Stablemaster said as he smiled. "Now go, destiny is never made standing still." He then pushed you into the path of an oncoming rider, who was only trotting slowly, in full control, and could see you.
You then nodded. "Hail!" You stopped one of the riders of your father, a sword to your side. He stopped and looked at you, his eyes looking hazy. He had full control, despite the beast going on its hind legs, and you fall to the ground in fear.
"Prince Neoptolemus." He spoke quickly and with little pause, as you finally moved over, and got to your feet again. He recognized you immediately… he must have served court, or he was just around enough when you wandered. "How may I help you?"
"I need a mount, and this one will do for my purposes." You stated plainly.
He looked confused. "Prince, what is the meaning of this… brashness?"
"I want to ride." You replied. "Now, may I?"
The soldier was confused, but he obeyed. "As you will." He then quickly, and expertly dismounted, holding the reigns of his horse firmly, and he sighed and petted it. "Be well, the Prince will be riding."
You then walked over and stood beside the great beast that towered over you, and you stroked its mane. "A name?" You whispered.
"My horse has no name, my prince." The soldier replied. "Lost too many mounts over the years of campaigning to get attached."
You looked up to the soldier. "I was asking for yours." You replied.
That act caught him off guard. "Icarus."
You studied the man for a moment, this Icarus. He was taller, but he was certainly shorter than other soldiers. He was scrawny, but he had strong arms. His hair was red as fire, yet you also saw heavy bags of blackness underneath his eyes, and his left hand was missing a single finger.
"Thank you, Icarus." You replied with a small bow. "I will do honor with your mount, and bring you glory."
He bowed. "The honor is mine." He then looked at you.
You then did a slight cough. "Can I have some help getting on?"
There was a snort, and a laugh from some of the mercenaries and even the Stablemaster, who were watching. There seemed to be some money being made from this state… and you were happy that it wasn't for losing. "Of course." He replied.
He then lifted you up off the ground and placed you on his mount's back. The beast was surprised, and you squirmed. "I don't know if I-"
"Be calm," Icarus stated as he commanded, as he placed the reigns in your hands. "Have no doubt. Feel the horse beneath you, steer with your legs, not the reigns. Control your breathing. Flick the reigns when you want to move quickly." He then placed his hand on your chest. "Let your heart match that of the horse… he will trust you then."
You took a breath, as you held the reigns with one hand, and stroked the mane with the other. The horse then neighed, reciprocating with a happy nod and pounding with one hoof on the ground. "Good. You didn't scare him." Icarus stated.
Now the whole crowd, Alexander and the others were watching. Silence had overtaken them, and they waited.
He then let go. "He's yours now." You then did what was natural. You rode.
The Horse below you was something that you never expected, sure it was an animal, but it was under your control, and it was responding well. You moved about the arena with grace, surprising all watching.
Even Alexander, who was very surprised when he looked at you, watching you, masting the beast below you like a seasoned master.
Bellowing laughter from the Stablemaster could be heard as he shouted. "The Prince has finally ridden, now he shall ride for eternity."
It was the first time you had ever felt such praise… and you smiled, you laughed you felt the wind blowing through your hair.
And you finally stopped beside the boy who had seemingly won every race with Alexanders' companion, on a horse that was rested and happy. "Hail." You stated calmly, despite the rush in your tone, and your heart racing from excitement.
"Hail." He replied though he bowed his head. "What do you want, My Prince?"
"To regain the honor of my people." You smiled as you raised your arm. "I challenge you to a race."
Everyone was silent now, and people were not entirely… well calm, there was some jumping and there was some heckling. You didn't care for them.
"What's the wager?" He asked. "Honor means nothing to some of us, and I don't have much in the way of the coin?"
"I win… my honor and that of my people is restored." There were some cheers and laughter from that. "I lose… My father will give you any horse in the stable. That is yours until they die."
There was a smile. "Than Prince, I accept."
"You're name, or do you not have one?" You asked.
"Diomedes," He replied. "And you will owe me a horse."
The Stablemaster prepared a line, and he smiled. "At the end, Where the others have raced, there is a line to cross. You know where it is. And the winner will be declared."
He held up his arm, and you tense, before you remembered what Icarus said. You calmed, feeling your heart slow, and you felt like the wind.
"BEGIN!" He shouted.
It did not matter, for you found your calling.
Reward:
You have met a few of Alexanders' companions, who seem a little frosty towards you, mostly because you are new, and not entirely in their circle of hierarchy.
But you, however, are now part of them, and they accept that.
As you learned, a rider of your father's army, Icuras gave you some minor pointers on how to ride, but everything came naturally.
During the Great Race, however, you challenge another great rider, Diomedes. And you won.
Skill Gained:
Horsemanship (Legendary) They say you were born in the saddle, and to ride. They are right.
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-[X]Brothers: Alexander came to your room to talk to you. About what, you do not know. Rolled:D100 => 93
Alexander was in your room, and he was happy. "Father will be taking us on campaigning once the season begins." He stated as he wandered in. "He's taking both of us."
"Truely?" You asked, feeling a bit small as he sat next to you. "I can barely ride?"
"That does not matter, Father wants us to learn at his feet, and we will. He certainly does believe in us."
He then leaned in to hug you. "He believes in you too."
"But you're the heir." You replied. "It's more appropriate for you to leave, not me."
Alexander then stood up and waved his arm out and proclaimed. "I believe it is not. We are brothers of the same father and mother, we are bound by destiny to help one another." He then placed his hand down to his side. "You just need to believe it, like I do."
He then held out his arms. "Promise."
You embraced.
Reward: soon you will join your father in a campaign.
Careful.
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"Alexander's"
"Alexander's"
"Alecander's"
Punctuation is missing.
"Icarus"
"Alexander's"
"Icarus"
"your"
*glances at the race with Diomedes* You sure about that?
- Location
- Over the next hill.
Remember, Neo's got shit self-esteem. It's going to take some time before he recognizes he's a horselord. Now to find a Scythian to teach him horse archery.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Holy shit, that horse role was lucky as hell.
Sertorius
Rebellious Legate
- Location
- Roma Invicta
To beat a seasoned rider on your very first horse trip?
That's either a sign of great talent or a... half-hearted attempt by the opponent. Surely, letting the Prince win is not that unusual, especially if said Prince can have you killed or whipped in a temper tantrum. While we probably won fairly, it's still something, that can be seen like that. It's also the only thing, that will prevent Diomedes from becoming a laughing stock for years to come.
That's either a sign of great talent or a... half-hearted attempt by the opponent. Surely, letting the Prince win is not that unusual, especially if said Prince can have you killed or whipped in a temper tantrum. While we probably won fairly, it's still something, that can be seen like that. It's also the only thing, that will prevent Diomedes from becoming a laughing stock for years to come.
- Location
- Europe
Well Neoptolemus sure hasn't been born to give orders, he'll have to grow into that role.
Anway, now onwards, let's have the two brothers ride together to the farthest reaches of the earth. The Indians and everything in between them and us won't know what hit 'em.
If we don't screw up this episode will recorded like Alexander's story of taming Bucephalus.
Anway, now onwards, let's have the two brothers ride together to the farthest reaches of the earth. The Indians and everything in between them and us won't know what hit 'em.
If we don't screw up this episode will recorded like Alexander's story of taming Bucephalus.
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Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Or... learn how to use a sword and become a helluva shock, Cavalryman.
I decided to not use a D100 for that, and use a D6.
Magoose dice everyone.
I wouldn't call Diomedes a seasoned rider, despite his upbringing.
He's certainly skilled, but not near fully trained.
Diomendes was trying to beat the prince, because he wanted himself a fine horse from the King's own Stables.
Just because Nepo had the possibility of losing, dosen't mean he was going to have him executed if he lost.
Nepo has never been arrogant enough or stupid enough to just execute someone on the spot because he lost a contest.
Oh, I'm fairly certian that Diomendes will make up for a single childhood race loss... I'm sure of it.
Eventually... Hopefully.Well Neoptolemus sure hasn't been born to give orders, he'll have to grow into that role.
He just needs training.
That depends if we survive the full length and breadth of the campaign.Anway, now onwards, let's have the two brothers ride together to the farthest reaches of the earth. The Indians and everything in between them and us won't know what hit 'em.
Probably.
We've got more adventures of youth before then.
I'm pretty sure a spear would be better for that.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
But being the scary motherfucker who is a shock cavalryman with a sword...
that is where the songs are made.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
WEll, I always wanted to play more Imperator, but I never have the time.
Maybe its just me, but I have too much... or rather, to little patience for Imperator, that I used to have for EU4 and CK3.
Before the Campaign
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Before the Campaign:
You were before your father, bowing beside your brother, as many of the men were whispering, telling your father of your ideas and triumphs, if you could even call them that.
They were reckless, forced upon you by some man who did not know his position, even if it came from a place of kindness—a place of… encouragement.
Yet your father moved towards you like a shadow on the wall, silent and still, his gaze turning towards you with his good eye. Towering over you, he seemed to feel like not your father, nor the King, but of a towering angry god that was like Zeus on his throne in Olympus, or Hades down in the Underworld.
Yet as he reached you, his shadow casting over your body, and shrouding you in darkness, you heard a chuckle. "It seems that even in disobedience and recklessness, you bring honor to our house and our kingdom."
Your eyes and head darted to Alexander, who looked at you with a reassuring gaze. "Arise Neoptolemus." He ordered.
You did, looking at his feet, not daring to look up. "Look at me." He ordered. You did, trembling. "You brought honor to our family, and that will be rewarded… Even if I should punish you for gambling with my horses." He replied with a stern tone. "Alexander."
"Yes, Father." He replied as he stood.
"Do well well to control your brother, I do not want him to see the other side of this conversation." He ordered.
"Yes, Father." He stated, confidently. Though you could see a hint of deviousness in his eyes. Something in his mind was planning, and you knew it.
"Now, both of you, go to your rooms, and then prepare to return on the morrow." He ordered. "Court will be in session, I want you both by my side."
You gulped though, you did not really know what this meant, but Alexander was excited, you could feel the energy radiating off his body. As you walked out of earshot, you could even hear the words he was muttering under his breath.
"Alexander?" You said his name with hesitation.
Then he smiled. "He's happy at you brother. Why aren't you smiling?"
"He didn't seem happy." You replied. "He only put up a smile to not scare me."
Alexander seemed annoyed. "He was happy at you. That's just how he shows it." He then playfully punched you in the shoulder. "Now come on, let's have some fun."
"With what, he wants us in our rooms?" You asked.
"Never said anything about whose room. Now come on, I have a game I want to play with you." He replied.
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You have three actions:
[]Court: Your Father wants you here. He wants you by his side.
[]The Captian's Son: Diomedes wishes to speak to you again, and says he has something to say.
[]The Dreamer of the Day: Hephaestion has always been Alexander's favorite, you want to know why?
[]The Historian: Ptolemy was always different than the others. Maybe it's because he viewed the world differently… like you.
[]The Bodyguard: Leonnatus You never knew what he was thinking. But… You knew what he was good at. He was very good at killing.
[] The Walls of Pellas: You walk the Walls of Pellas, the great fortifications of your home. Many fear you, but your mind comes… at east at this place.
[]The City of Walls and Secrets: You do not believe you are worthy of anything. But it seems that some would view you as nothing more than… something else.
[]And the Strength that Comes: Your Mother calls you to her chambers again. Alone. Perhaps she will see that you are worthy.
[]The Slaves of a Kingdom: Your Father came to you, and told you to walk with him. He had things to show you.
[]Wander The City: You always wanted to see your father's city. So you will.
[]Brothers: Alexander came to your room to talk to you. About what, you do not know.
AN: enjoy and vote in plan format please.
You were before your father, bowing beside your brother, as many of the men were whispering, telling your father of your ideas and triumphs, if you could even call them that.
They were reckless, forced upon you by some man who did not know his position, even if it came from a place of kindness—a place of… encouragement.
Yet your father moved towards you like a shadow on the wall, silent and still, his gaze turning towards you with his good eye. Towering over you, he seemed to feel like not your father, nor the King, but of a towering angry god that was like Zeus on his throne in Olympus, or Hades down in the Underworld.
Yet as he reached you, his shadow casting over your body, and shrouding you in darkness, you heard a chuckle. "It seems that even in disobedience and recklessness, you bring honor to our house and our kingdom."
Your eyes and head darted to Alexander, who looked at you with a reassuring gaze. "Arise Neoptolemus." He ordered.
You did, looking at his feet, not daring to look up. "Look at me." He ordered. You did, trembling. "You brought honor to our family, and that will be rewarded… Even if I should punish you for gambling with my horses." He replied with a stern tone. "Alexander."
"Yes, Father." He replied as he stood.
"Do well well to control your brother, I do not want him to see the other side of this conversation." He ordered.
"Yes, Father." He stated, confidently. Though you could see a hint of deviousness in his eyes. Something in his mind was planning, and you knew it.
"Now, both of you, go to your rooms, and then prepare to return on the morrow." He ordered. "Court will be in session, I want you both by my side."
You gulped though, you did not really know what this meant, but Alexander was excited, you could feel the energy radiating off his body. As you walked out of earshot, you could even hear the words he was muttering under his breath.
"Alexander?" You said his name with hesitation.
Then he smiled. "He's happy at you brother. Why aren't you smiling?"
"He didn't seem happy." You replied. "He only put up a smile to not scare me."
Alexander seemed annoyed. "He was happy at you. That's just how he shows it." He then playfully punched you in the shoulder. "Now come on, let's have some fun."
"With what, he wants us in our rooms?" You asked.
"Never said anything about whose room. Now come on, I have a game I want to play with you." He replied.
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You have three actions:
[]Court: Your Father wants you here. He wants you by his side.
[]The Captian's Son: Diomedes wishes to speak to you again, and says he has something to say.
[]The Dreamer of the Day: Hephaestion has always been Alexander's favorite, you want to know why?
[]The Historian: Ptolemy was always different than the others. Maybe it's because he viewed the world differently… like you.
[]The Bodyguard: Leonnatus You never knew what he was thinking. But… You knew what he was good at. He was very good at killing.
[] The Walls of Pellas: You walk the Walls of Pellas, the great fortifications of your home. Many fear you, but your mind comes… at east at this place.
[]The City of Walls and Secrets: You do not believe you are worthy of anything. But it seems that some would view you as nothing more than… something else.
[]And the Strength that Comes: Your Mother calls you to her chambers again. Alone. Perhaps she will see that you are worthy.
[]The Slaves of a Kingdom: Your Father came to you, and told you to walk with him. He had things to show you.
[]Wander The City: You always wanted to see your father's city. So you will.
[]Brothers: Alexander came to your room to talk to you. About what, you do not know.
AN: enjoy and vote in plan format please.
- Location
- United States
[X] killing for family and profit
-[X]Court: Your Father wants you here. He wants you by his side.
-[X]The Bodyguard: Leonnatus You never knew what he was thinking. But… You knew what he was good at. He was very good at killing.
-[X]Brothers: Alexander came to your room to talk to you. About what, you do not know.
we're not gonna have much more time with dear old dad and we should always spend time with alex so I figured why not try to learn some combat to go with our horse ridding maybe we'll be good with a spear and can do a couched charge make a name for ourselves as a scout and mounted warrior
-[X]Court: Your Father wants you here. He wants you by his side.
-[X]The Bodyguard: Leonnatus You never knew what he was thinking. But… You knew what he was good at. He was very good at killing.
-[X]Brothers: Alexander came to your room to talk to you. About what, you do not know.
we're not gonna have much more time with dear old dad and we should always spend time with alex so I figured why not try to learn some combat to go with our horse ridding maybe we'll be good with a spear and can do a couched charge make a name for ourselves as a scout and mounted warrior
- Location
- Singapore
Why not also take Slaves of a Kingdom, if time with the King is limited and on a counter?
[X] Plan: Family and Kingdom
-[X]Court: Your Father wants you here. He wants you by his side.
-[X]The Slaves of a Kingdom: Your Father came to you, and told you to walk with him. He had things to show you.
-[X]Brothers: Alexander came to your room to talk to you. About what, you do not know.
Hopefully these choices synergize.
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[X] honour our father
-[X]Court: Your Father wants you here. He wants you by his side.
-[X] The Captian's Son: Diomedes wishes to speak to you again, and says he has something to say.
-[X] The Slaves of a Kingdom: Your Father came to you, and told you to walk with him. He had things to show you.
We know he will he die in our teenage years so i want to gain as much wisdom from him when we can plus hopefully we get diomedes as a friend and ally
-[X]Court: Your Father wants you here. He wants you by his side.
-[X] The Captian's Son: Diomedes wishes to speak to you again, and says he has something to say.
-[X] The Slaves of a Kingdom: Your Father came to you, and told you to walk with him. He had things to show you.
We know he will he die in our teenage years so i want to gain as much wisdom from him when we can plus hopefully we get diomedes as a friend and ally
Hentaiwizard
Grand Magus of the Lewd
[X] Plan: Family and Kingdom
[X] Plan: Family and Kingdom
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Plan: Family and Kingdom
Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ah, our self-loathing continues to unreliably narrate to us.
[X] Plan: Family and Kingdom