- Location
- Orlando, Florida
Okay, time for some RP.
From the crowd assembled, a weary, battered hoplite makes his way to the center. He sits on a small boulder and begins to speak, at first in a tired manner, but more and more passionate as the time goes on.
"My fellow Eretrians... look around you. Do see yourselves? We are a... tired bunch. We have marched on the fields of war for weeks without end. Our shields are battered, and many of us have seen our fellow comrades fall. So it has been for many of these past twenty years. It feels to me like we have been eternally at war with the barbaroi, and our families cry out for a repose! But now, some of us propose warring with a dangerous tribe of barbaroi, over what? A mere flock of sheep? Is this the cause that the sons of Eretria spill their blood over?!"
The hoplite pauses, then continues.
"There is a saying that it is easier to catch wasps with honey instead of vinegar. We do not have to conquer every barbaroi by force of arms. Instead, we can do as we did to the Gnatians. We can let them come to Greek culture, we can make them want to be Greek! There are more ways to spread our customs that by the sword!"
The hoplite raises his voice.
"Therefore, brothers, I beseech you! Let the sheep go! Put aside the Lukani, leave them be for now, so that we may return to our fields, to our families! Do not drag us into even more conflict!"
And with that, the hoplite bids farewell, and returns to the crowd.
From the crowd assembled, a weary, battered hoplite makes his way to the center. He sits on a small boulder and begins to speak, at first in a tired manner, but more and more passionate as the time goes on.
"My fellow Eretrians... look around you. Do see yourselves? We are a... tired bunch. We have marched on the fields of war for weeks without end. Our shields are battered, and many of us have seen our fellow comrades fall. So it has been for many of these past twenty years. It feels to me like we have been eternally at war with the barbaroi, and our families cry out for a repose! But now, some of us propose warring with a dangerous tribe of barbaroi, over what? A mere flock of sheep? Is this the cause that the sons of Eretria spill their blood over?!"
The hoplite pauses, then continues.
"There is a saying that it is easier to catch wasps with honey instead of vinegar. We do not have to conquer every barbaroi by force of arms. Instead, we can do as we did to the Gnatians. We can let them come to Greek culture, we can make them want to be Greek! There are more ways to spread our customs that by the sword!"
The hoplite raises his voice.
"Therefore, brothers, I beseech you! Let the sheep go! Put aside the Lukani, leave them be for now, so that we may return to our fields, to our families! Do not drag us into even more conflict!"
And with that, the hoplite bids farewell, and returns to the crowd.
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