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Maleos was in probably the worst mood he had ever been in. The pressure he was feeling from being given command of more than his own unit, of being one of four men who would be leading this charge was intense. On top of that, a large part of the battle plan going into this, came from him. So if things went wrong there, he would also take the blame for it. There was a lot riding on this, his entire military career in fact, was riding on this. If things didn’t work out and it was because of his part of the plan, or because he couldn’t lead properly, he would be humiliated and his authority compromised.
He couldn’t have that. He had spent his entire 27 years working towards exactly this. He was not going to fail.
But apparently, there was something working against him. For only the boat he was specifically sailing on with his unit needed to be held back for repairs. He was furious, and stressed. They would need to some how catch up, he and his men needed to be there, the plan had to go perfectly.
He was not in the mood for stupidity today. Maleos was a strict and serious man to start with, but the men in his unit were avoiding him even more for the past few days, none of them wanting to face him when he was in a sour mood.
The repairs had been finished now, and Maleos was ready to sail. They were just resupplying now, the last of the supplies being hauled onto the ship as the military Captain stood in his armour, his hands on the railing as he looked out over the shore. The sailors were hauling the supplies, Maleos and his unit already on the ship ready to go.
The clash of swords and weapons could be heard in the background behind him as his unit practiced as much as they could in the confined space of the ship. They had and would keep up their drills the entire way to Egypt. They needed to move as one cohesive unit if they were to pull off the plan. Or.. well, at least his front line did. The archers and back line infantry were practising different drills. Either way, every part of his military unit had their assigned duties, and they were expected to know precisely what they were doing and they were expected to do it perfectly.
Maleos hadn’t earned his way up to Captain by letting himself or those under his command slack off.
His armour would be replaced by more casual clothing upon sailing from the shores, comfort over showmanship, as he preferred. But for those that still lingered on the shores, the citizens who were gathering to bid farewell to the last remaining Colchian ship that would sail to war, he had dressed in his armour, a show of power and force. To inspire faith in the stone military men of Colchis.
They were known for war, and Maleos would not return to Greek shores unless he returned a victor.
Perhaps then, Leto would be waiting for him on the shores, and upon his victory, she and her family would agree to a marriage proposal. A Captain who was integral to the victory over Egypt? How could they refuse the marriage?
He was lost in his own thoughts for the moment, looking out upon the last Greek soil he would see for what could be years.
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Maleos was in probably the worst mood he had ever been in. The pressure he was feeling from being given command of more than his own unit, of being one of four men who would be leading this charge was intense. On top of that, a large part of the battle plan going into this, came from him. So if things went wrong there, he would also take the blame for it. There was a lot riding on this, his entire military career in fact, was riding on this. If things didn’t work out and it was because of his part of the plan, or because he couldn’t lead properly, he would be humiliated and his authority compromised.
He couldn’t have that. He had spent his entire 27 years working towards exactly this. He was not going to fail.
But apparently, there was something working against him. For only the boat he was specifically sailing on with his unit needed to be held back for repairs. He was furious, and stressed. They would need to some how catch up, he and his men needed to be there, the plan had to go perfectly.
He was not in the mood for stupidity today. Maleos was a strict and serious man to start with, but the men in his unit were avoiding him even more for the past few days, none of them wanting to face him when he was in a sour mood.
The repairs had been finished now, and Maleos was ready to sail. They were just resupplying now, the last of the supplies being hauled onto the ship as the military Captain stood in his armour, his hands on the railing as he looked out over the shore. The sailors were hauling the supplies, Maleos and his unit already on the ship ready to go.
The clash of swords and weapons could be heard in the background behind him as his unit practiced as much as they could in the confined space of the ship. They had and would keep up their drills the entire way to Egypt. They needed to move as one cohesive unit if they were to pull off the plan. Or.. well, at least his front line did. The archers and back line infantry were practising different drills. Either way, every part of his military unit had their assigned duties, and they were expected to know precisely what they were doing and they were expected to do it perfectly.
Maleos hadn’t earned his way up to Captain by letting himself or those under his command slack off.
His armour would be replaced by more casual clothing upon sailing from the shores, comfort over showmanship, as he preferred. But for those that still lingered on the shores, the citizens who were gathering to bid farewell to the last remaining Colchian ship that would sail to war, he had dressed in his armour, a show of power and force. To inspire faith in the stone military men of Colchis.
They were known for war, and Maleos would not return to Greek shores unless he returned a victor.
Perhaps then, Leto would be waiting for him on the shores, and upon his victory, she and her family would agree to a marriage proposal. A Captain who was integral to the victory over Egypt? How could they refuse the marriage?
He was lost in his own thoughts for the moment, looking out upon the last Greek soil he would see for what could be years.
Maleos was in probably the worst mood he had ever been in. The pressure he was feeling from being given command of more than his own unit, of being one of four men who would be leading this charge was intense. On top of that, a large part of the battle plan going into this, came from him. So if things went wrong there, he would also take the blame for it. There was a lot riding on this, his entire military career in fact, was riding on this. If things didn’t work out and it was because of his part of the plan, or because he couldn’t lead properly, he would be humiliated and his authority compromised.
He couldn’t have that. He had spent his entire 27 years working towards exactly this. He was not going to fail.
But apparently, there was something working against him. For only the boat he was specifically sailing on with his unit needed to be held back for repairs. He was furious, and stressed. They would need to some how catch up, he and his men needed to be there, the plan had to go perfectly.
He was not in the mood for stupidity today. Maleos was a strict and serious man to start with, but the men in his unit were avoiding him even more for the past few days, none of them wanting to face him when he was in a sour mood.
The repairs had been finished now, and Maleos was ready to sail. They were just resupplying now, the last of the supplies being hauled onto the ship as the military Captain stood in his armour, his hands on the railing as he looked out over the shore. The sailors were hauling the supplies, Maleos and his unit already on the ship ready to go.
The clash of swords and weapons could be heard in the background behind him as his unit practiced as much as they could in the confined space of the ship. They had and would keep up their drills the entire way to Egypt. They needed to move as one cohesive unit if they were to pull off the plan. Or.. well, at least his front line did. The archers and back line infantry were practising different drills. Either way, every part of his military unit had their assigned duties, and they were expected to know precisely what they were doing and they were expected to do it perfectly.
Maleos hadn’t earned his way up to Captain by letting himself or those under his command slack off.
His armour would be replaced by more casual clothing upon sailing from the shores, comfort over showmanship, as he preferred. But for those that still lingered on the shores, the citizens who were gathering to bid farewell to the last remaining Colchian ship that would sail to war, he had dressed in his armour, a show of power and force. To inspire faith in the stone military men of Colchis.
They were known for war, and Maleos would not return to Greek shores unless he returned a victor.
Perhaps then, Leto would be waiting for him on the shores, and upon his victory, she and her family would agree to a marriage proposal. A Captain who was integral to the victory over Egypt? How could they refuse the marriage?
He was lost in his own thoughts for the moment, looking out upon the last Greek soil he would see for what could be years.
"Again!" Semiramis barked out loudly. She wanted to be heard over the spine tingling sounds of the clashing swords and rushing waves. Semiramis paid little attention to the crowd gathering at the dock. She was nervous but she was not showing it. She preferred to make her archers work over and over again. Not because she didn't think they were ready, but to keep her wandering mind busy. She had not planned for a day like this but it had come.
She hoped not to have to share a ship, but her she was with Captain Maleos. She was not at all familiar with the Captain but she had heard stories about him. A formidable warrior. There was always some truth to stories. She noticed he was wearing armor despite the weather.
Semiramis looked towards her underlings. "Again!" She decided to make them go over the exercise once more. It was only vigorous training that would make them stronger.
Semiramis felt her gut jump when the boat swayed with the waves. Her pupils stretched a few sizes. What was she so worried about? She had made this same trip before. She had obviously forgotten what it was like to sail. It was not going to be that long was it?
Semiramis couldn't shake this uneasy feeling. She felt it as she prepared her toga. She felt it as she called her underlings. She felt it as she reached the dock. She felt it as she stepped onto the boat. Like something was off. Semiramis was not used to this feeling. She didn't know how to process it. So she decided to do what she always did with things she didn't understand. She ignored it. She would ignore it like she would everything else. Her annoyance with ordinary folk. Her anger. Everything was better off buried. She couldn't let her mind be distracted. Especially right before war. "Faster! Again!" Drills were less than ideal for archers in the confines of the boat, the area was a tight. Especially with other units on board practicing their sword work.
She hoped her ill feeling didn't blow up in her face later.
"Take a break. We start again in five minutes," she turned on her heel. Semiramis could still feel the swaying of the boat with every move. She hated it. One of the sailors dumped a box of supplies carelessly. Semiramis screamed internally.
She didn't want to look like she was loosing her nerve. She gritted her teeth and walked stiffly. She stepped below deck to cool off. Once she thought she was out of sight she took three big heaving breaths.
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"Again!" Semiramis barked out loudly. She wanted to be heard over the spine tingling sounds of the clashing swords and rushing waves. Semiramis paid little attention to the crowd gathering at the dock. She was nervous but she was not showing it. She preferred to make her archers work over and over again. Not because she didn't think they were ready, but to keep her wandering mind busy. She had not planned for a day like this but it had come.
She hoped not to have to share a ship, but her she was with Captain Maleos. She was not at all familiar with the Captain but she had heard stories about him. A formidable warrior. There was always some truth to stories. She noticed he was wearing armor despite the weather.
Semiramis looked towards her underlings. "Again!" She decided to make them go over the exercise once more. It was only vigorous training that would make them stronger.
Semiramis felt her gut jump when the boat swayed with the waves. Her pupils stretched a few sizes. What was she so worried about? She had made this same trip before. She had obviously forgotten what it was like to sail. It was not going to be that long was it?
Semiramis couldn't shake this uneasy feeling. She felt it as she prepared her toga. She felt it as she called her underlings. She felt it as she reached the dock. She felt it as she stepped onto the boat. Like something was off. Semiramis was not used to this feeling. She didn't know how to process it. So she decided to do what she always did with things she didn't understand. She ignored it. She would ignore it like she would everything else. Her annoyance with ordinary folk. Her anger. Everything was better off buried. She couldn't let her mind be distracted. Especially right before war. "Faster! Again!" Drills were less than ideal for archers in the confines of the boat, the area was a tight. Especially with other units on board practicing their sword work.
She hoped her ill feeling didn't blow up in her face later.
"Take a break. We start again in five minutes," she turned on her heel. Semiramis could still feel the swaying of the boat with every move. She hated it. One of the sailors dumped a box of supplies carelessly. Semiramis screamed internally.
She didn't want to look like she was loosing her nerve. She gritted her teeth and walked stiffly. She stepped below deck to cool off. Once she thought she was out of sight she took three big heaving breaths.
"Again!" Semiramis barked out loudly. She wanted to be heard over the spine tingling sounds of the clashing swords and rushing waves. Semiramis paid little attention to the crowd gathering at the dock. She was nervous but she was not showing it. She preferred to make her archers work over and over again. Not because she didn't think they were ready, but to keep her wandering mind busy. She had not planned for a day like this but it had come.
She hoped not to have to share a ship, but her she was with Captain Maleos. She was not at all familiar with the Captain but she had heard stories about him. A formidable warrior. There was always some truth to stories. She noticed he was wearing armor despite the weather.
Semiramis looked towards her underlings. "Again!" She decided to make them go over the exercise once more. It was only vigorous training that would make them stronger.
Semiramis felt her gut jump when the boat swayed with the waves. Her pupils stretched a few sizes. What was she so worried about? She had made this same trip before. She had obviously forgotten what it was like to sail. It was not going to be that long was it?
Semiramis couldn't shake this uneasy feeling. She felt it as she prepared her toga. She felt it as she called her underlings. She felt it as she reached the dock. She felt it as she stepped onto the boat. Like something was off. Semiramis was not used to this feeling. She didn't know how to process it. So she decided to do what she always did with things she didn't understand. She ignored it. She would ignore it like she would everything else. Her annoyance with ordinary folk. Her anger. Everything was better off buried. She couldn't let her mind be distracted. Especially right before war. "Faster! Again!" Drills were less than ideal for archers in the confines of the boat, the area was a tight. Especially with other units on board practicing their sword work.
She hoped her ill feeling didn't blow up in her face later.
"Take a break. We start again in five minutes," she turned on her heel. Semiramis could still feel the swaying of the boat with every move. She hated it. One of the sailors dumped a box of supplies carelessly. Semiramis screamed internally.
She didn't want to look like she was loosing her nerve. She gritted her teeth and walked stiffly. She stepped below deck to cool off. Once she thought she was out of sight she took three big heaving breaths.
Dorothea’s mind was set. She had to leave. It had been made up for a long time now, despite ending the fight with her father. He no doubt thought that it meant she would be content to stay at home and learn from him. While that might have once been true, Dorothea struggled to picture herself at home now. She needed a greater purpose and there was only one way to achieve that. It would break her father’s heart, she knew, but in her mind there was no other way.
Of course, her plans were very nearly ruined by his wedding to Evangelina. The Colchian ships departed for Egypt, but Dorothea would not abandon her father for his wedding, especially with one Dimitrou child already missing. She knew he would be too distraught to continue with everything and Evie certainly didn’t deserve that. She wanted her father to be happy for just a little while.
Just when she thought all was lost and her chance to join the amazing women archers of Colchis was gone, she overheard someone at the wedding talking about how there was one Colchian ship that still remained in their harbor, undergoing repairs. Instantly her heart soared and she knew what she must do. What she could do. There was a chance now for her go to war and she would not waste it.
During the evening celebrations before the ceremony the next day, Dorothea left the party revelers to prepare in her chambers. Her plans came together quickly—she would leave tomorrow while the other guests departed, claiming to her father that she was going to spend some time with Melina for a few days. That would give her enough time to escape without arousing suspicion. Or at least she hoped. Much of it depended on how long Melina could hold out. Dorothea trusted her friend but hated to put her in such a position. She was sure that her father was going to be quite angry when Melina delivered her note. She would have to remember to do something wonderfully nice for Melina when she returned.
She snuck out of their estates before most of the guests left, hoping not to run into anyone on the way to the capital. Traveling alone on a horse would make her much faster than the carriages that had brought most everyone here. Dorothea did not want to be seen and she wanted to make up as much time as possible. That ship had still been here when the wedding guests had arrived, but what if it was leaving now or had already left? She had to be on it.
When Dorothea finally arrived at the docks, she found she was not a moment too late. The ship in question clearly was ready to leave with men scurrying to and fro, loading the ship with supplies. She hadn’t actually given too much thought to how she might sneak her away aboard, but had several backup plans in mind. She just hoped that it wouldn’t come to threating to shoot anyone. They had to let her on. Dorothea grabbed a box falling in line with the workers as the boarded the ship. She had nothing with her except for a small bag and her bow and arrows. She hoped that she wouldn’t need anything else.
Nobody seemed to pay her any mind as she boarded the ship and deposited the box, but Dorothea did not join everyone in reloading. She needed to find a place to stay or find someone to make up some excuse to. The woman wandered the ship a bit, both hoping to find someone and to not be found until after they set sail. Surely they wouldn’t return to shore just to bring her back. They were late as it was. She sent a silent prayer up to Artemis, hoping for this voyage to go as smoothly as possible. It was as if her prayer was answered—the ship suddenly began to move, drifting away from the shore and she had yet to be discovered.
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Dorothea’s mind was set. She had to leave. It had been made up for a long time now, despite ending the fight with her father. He no doubt thought that it meant she would be content to stay at home and learn from him. While that might have once been true, Dorothea struggled to picture herself at home now. She needed a greater purpose and there was only one way to achieve that. It would break her father’s heart, she knew, but in her mind there was no other way.
Of course, her plans were very nearly ruined by his wedding to Evangelina. The Colchian ships departed for Egypt, but Dorothea would not abandon her father for his wedding, especially with one Dimitrou child already missing. She knew he would be too distraught to continue with everything and Evie certainly didn’t deserve that. She wanted her father to be happy for just a little while.
Just when she thought all was lost and her chance to join the amazing women archers of Colchis was gone, she overheard someone at the wedding talking about how there was one Colchian ship that still remained in their harbor, undergoing repairs. Instantly her heart soared and she knew what she must do. What she could do. There was a chance now for her go to war and she would not waste it.
During the evening celebrations before the ceremony the next day, Dorothea left the party revelers to prepare in her chambers. Her plans came together quickly—she would leave tomorrow while the other guests departed, claiming to her father that she was going to spend some time with Melina for a few days. That would give her enough time to escape without arousing suspicion. Or at least she hoped. Much of it depended on how long Melina could hold out. Dorothea trusted her friend but hated to put her in such a position. She was sure that her father was going to be quite angry when Melina delivered her note. She would have to remember to do something wonderfully nice for Melina when she returned.
She snuck out of their estates before most of the guests left, hoping not to run into anyone on the way to the capital. Traveling alone on a horse would make her much faster than the carriages that had brought most everyone here. Dorothea did not want to be seen and she wanted to make up as much time as possible. That ship had still been here when the wedding guests had arrived, but what if it was leaving now or had already left? She had to be on it.
When Dorothea finally arrived at the docks, she found she was not a moment too late. The ship in question clearly was ready to leave with men scurrying to and fro, loading the ship with supplies. She hadn’t actually given too much thought to how she might sneak her away aboard, but had several backup plans in mind. She just hoped that it wouldn’t come to threating to shoot anyone. They had to let her on. Dorothea grabbed a box falling in line with the workers as the boarded the ship. She had nothing with her except for a small bag and her bow and arrows. She hoped that she wouldn’t need anything else.
Nobody seemed to pay her any mind as she boarded the ship and deposited the box, but Dorothea did not join everyone in reloading. She needed to find a place to stay or find someone to make up some excuse to. The woman wandered the ship a bit, both hoping to find someone and to not be found until after they set sail. Surely they wouldn’t return to shore just to bring her back. They were late as it was. She sent a silent prayer up to Artemis, hoping for this voyage to go as smoothly as possible. It was as if her prayer was answered—the ship suddenly began to move, drifting away from the shore and she had yet to be discovered.
Dorothea’s mind was set. She had to leave. It had been made up for a long time now, despite ending the fight with her father. He no doubt thought that it meant she would be content to stay at home and learn from him. While that might have once been true, Dorothea struggled to picture herself at home now. She needed a greater purpose and there was only one way to achieve that. It would break her father’s heart, she knew, but in her mind there was no other way.
Of course, her plans were very nearly ruined by his wedding to Evangelina. The Colchian ships departed for Egypt, but Dorothea would not abandon her father for his wedding, especially with one Dimitrou child already missing. She knew he would be too distraught to continue with everything and Evie certainly didn’t deserve that. She wanted her father to be happy for just a little while.
Just when she thought all was lost and her chance to join the amazing women archers of Colchis was gone, she overheard someone at the wedding talking about how there was one Colchian ship that still remained in their harbor, undergoing repairs. Instantly her heart soared and she knew what she must do. What she could do. There was a chance now for her go to war and she would not waste it.
During the evening celebrations before the ceremony the next day, Dorothea left the party revelers to prepare in her chambers. Her plans came together quickly—she would leave tomorrow while the other guests departed, claiming to her father that she was going to spend some time with Melina for a few days. That would give her enough time to escape without arousing suspicion. Or at least she hoped. Much of it depended on how long Melina could hold out. Dorothea trusted her friend but hated to put her in such a position. She was sure that her father was going to be quite angry when Melina delivered her note. She would have to remember to do something wonderfully nice for Melina when she returned.
She snuck out of their estates before most of the guests left, hoping not to run into anyone on the way to the capital. Traveling alone on a horse would make her much faster than the carriages that had brought most everyone here. Dorothea did not want to be seen and she wanted to make up as much time as possible. That ship had still been here when the wedding guests had arrived, but what if it was leaving now or had already left? She had to be on it.
When Dorothea finally arrived at the docks, she found she was not a moment too late. The ship in question clearly was ready to leave with men scurrying to and fro, loading the ship with supplies. She hadn’t actually given too much thought to how she might sneak her away aboard, but had several backup plans in mind. She just hoped that it wouldn’t come to threating to shoot anyone. They had to let her on. Dorothea grabbed a box falling in line with the workers as the boarded the ship. She had nothing with her except for a small bag and her bow and arrows. She hoped that she wouldn’t need anything else.
Nobody seemed to pay her any mind as she boarded the ship and deposited the box, but Dorothea did not join everyone in reloading. She needed to find a place to stay or find someone to make up some excuse to. The woman wandered the ship a bit, both hoping to find someone and to not be found until after they set sail. Surely they wouldn’t return to shore just to bring her back. They were late as it was. She sent a silent prayer up to Artemis, hoping for this voyage to go as smoothly as possible. It was as if her prayer was answered—the ship suddenly began to move, drifting away from the shore and she had yet to be discovered.
Maleos’ nerves had been growing day by day. Not nervous for the fighting itself, Maleos was an experienced man when it came to combat, and the majority of his life had been dedicated toward exactly that. He was nervous for his new command. Though his title remained Captain, at least for the moment, he had been given equal command with the Crown Prince, Commander Nike, and Prince Yiannis. The lowest ranking of the four commanding men, and the one not used to commanding more than his own unit, he had a lot to prove. Not to mention, a large part of the battle plan had been his own suggestion.
Maleos had his Lieutenants running the men through their drills for now, as he stared out over the shores of Taengea. There was much on his mind, and it was out of character for the Captain to be so distracted. Anyone who knew him, would be able to tell he felt the heavy burdens of what was to come. The delay of his ship did not help. He was eager to get on the sea, to get to the shores of Egypt and play his part in the coming war.
Finally the sailing Captain of the ship approached him, notifying him that they were ready to sail upon his command.
“Lets go. We need to make up for time.” He stated, pushing himself off the railing. The ships Captain moved to give the orders and the ship began to prepare to sail once more. Vague shouts of good byes and well wishes for their travels could be heard from the crowds on shore.
Maleos paused for just a moment to salute the crowds, fist over his heart.
“For the glory of Greece!” He shouted, and the small crowd cheered as the boat shoved off from the dock, and finally they were back on their way. Maleos was eager to go. They were already behind, and for all he knew, the others would land and run into problems. They needed the numbers that this ship held.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The time they had already spent sailing had given him the chance to get comfortable on the ship.
Speaking quietly, mostly to himself, anyone within earshot would hear his words. He didn’t care.
“To @ares I call, Sceptered King of Strength who stands beside every soldier. Patron of noble war, enemy of cowardice, most honourable of Gods who anoints heroes among the glorious fallen. Stand beside me, consecrate my strength for the good, bless me that I may fight with honour. To Ares I call, stand with me.” He said, his silent prayer, one that he prayed many times in his twenty-seven years.
His eyes opened again and he looked around, making sure all were tending to their duties as necessary. There wasn’t much he could do upon the ship other than making sure that everyone was working or training until they landed.
He noticed a woman leaning over the railing, puking over the side. Sea sickness. A sign of weakness. Would she be of use upon landing upon the shores? Or would this sickness weaken her.
“Bring me her superior officer.” He stated to the nearest archer from the same unit, the man nodded and hurried off to find who commanded those archers and inform them that Maleos wished to see them.
And then his eyes caught someone else. He didn’t remember seeing her, and he was sure he had seen everyone aboard the ship before they had landed in Taengea. She was also rather clean considering how long they had been travelling, and her clothing seemed to stick out.
“You. Come here.” He commanded, eyebrows furrowing. There was something a bit odd, and he was going to get down to the bottom of it.
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Maleos’ nerves had been growing day by day. Not nervous for the fighting itself, Maleos was an experienced man when it came to combat, and the majority of his life had been dedicated toward exactly that. He was nervous for his new command. Though his title remained Captain, at least for the moment, he had been given equal command with the Crown Prince, Commander Nike, and Prince Yiannis. The lowest ranking of the four commanding men, and the one not used to commanding more than his own unit, he had a lot to prove. Not to mention, a large part of the battle plan had been his own suggestion.
Maleos had his Lieutenants running the men through their drills for now, as he stared out over the shores of Taengea. There was much on his mind, and it was out of character for the Captain to be so distracted. Anyone who knew him, would be able to tell he felt the heavy burdens of what was to come. The delay of his ship did not help. He was eager to get on the sea, to get to the shores of Egypt and play his part in the coming war.
Finally the sailing Captain of the ship approached him, notifying him that they were ready to sail upon his command.
“Lets go. We need to make up for time.” He stated, pushing himself off the railing. The ships Captain moved to give the orders and the ship began to prepare to sail once more. Vague shouts of good byes and well wishes for their travels could be heard from the crowds on shore.
Maleos paused for just a moment to salute the crowds, fist over his heart.
“For the glory of Greece!” He shouted, and the small crowd cheered as the boat shoved off from the dock, and finally they were back on their way. Maleos was eager to go. They were already behind, and for all he knew, the others would land and run into problems. They needed the numbers that this ship held.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The time they had already spent sailing had given him the chance to get comfortable on the ship.
Speaking quietly, mostly to himself, anyone within earshot would hear his words. He didn’t care.
“To @ares I call, Sceptered King of Strength who stands beside every soldier. Patron of noble war, enemy of cowardice, most honourable of Gods who anoints heroes among the glorious fallen. Stand beside me, consecrate my strength for the good, bless me that I may fight with honour. To Ares I call, stand with me.” He said, his silent prayer, one that he prayed many times in his twenty-seven years.
His eyes opened again and he looked around, making sure all were tending to their duties as necessary. There wasn’t much he could do upon the ship other than making sure that everyone was working or training until they landed.
He noticed a woman leaning over the railing, puking over the side. Sea sickness. A sign of weakness. Would she be of use upon landing upon the shores? Or would this sickness weaken her.
“Bring me her superior officer.” He stated to the nearest archer from the same unit, the man nodded and hurried off to find who commanded those archers and inform them that Maleos wished to see them.
And then his eyes caught someone else. He didn’t remember seeing her, and he was sure he had seen everyone aboard the ship before they had landed in Taengea. She was also rather clean considering how long they had been travelling, and her clothing seemed to stick out.
“You. Come here.” He commanded, eyebrows furrowing. There was something a bit odd, and he was going to get down to the bottom of it.
Maleos’ nerves had been growing day by day. Not nervous for the fighting itself, Maleos was an experienced man when it came to combat, and the majority of his life had been dedicated toward exactly that. He was nervous for his new command. Though his title remained Captain, at least for the moment, he had been given equal command with the Crown Prince, Commander Nike, and Prince Yiannis. The lowest ranking of the four commanding men, and the one not used to commanding more than his own unit, he had a lot to prove. Not to mention, a large part of the battle plan had been his own suggestion.
Maleos had his Lieutenants running the men through their drills for now, as he stared out over the shores of Taengea. There was much on his mind, and it was out of character for the Captain to be so distracted. Anyone who knew him, would be able to tell he felt the heavy burdens of what was to come. The delay of his ship did not help. He was eager to get on the sea, to get to the shores of Egypt and play his part in the coming war.
Finally the sailing Captain of the ship approached him, notifying him that they were ready to sail upon his command.
“Lets go. We need to make up for time.” He stated, pushing himself off the railing. The ships Captain moved to give the orders and the ship began to prepare to sail once more. Vague shouts of good byes and well wishes for their travels could be heard from the crowds on shore.
Maleos paused for just a moment to salute the crowds, fist over his heart.
“For the glory of Greece!” He shouted, and the small crowd cheered as the boat shoved off from the dock, and finally they were back on their way. Maleos was eager to go. They were already behind, and for all he knew, the others would land and run into problems. They needed the numbers that this ship held.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The time they had already spent sailing had given him the chance to get comfortable on the ship.
Speaking quietly, mostly to himself, anyone within earshot would hear his words. He didn’t care.
“To @ares I call, Sceptered King of Strength who stands beside every soldier. Patron of noble war, enemy of cowardice, most honourable of Gods who anoints heroes among the glorious fallen. Stand beside me, consecrate my strength for the good, bless me that I may fight with honour. To Ares I call, stand with me.” He said, his silent prayer, one that he prayed many times in his twenty-seven years.
His eyes opened again and he looked around, making sure all were tending to their duties as necessary. There wasn’t much he could do upon the ship other than making sure that everyone was working or training until they landed.
He noticed a woman leaning over the railing, puking over the side. Sea sickness. A sign of weakness. Would she be of use upon landing upon the shores? Or would this sickness weaken her.
“Bring me her superior officer.” He stated to the nearest archer from the same unit, the man nodded and hurried off to find who commanded those archers and inform them that Maleos wished to see them.
And then his eyes caught someone else. He didn’t remember seeing her, and he was sure he had seen everyone aboard the ship before they had landed in Taengea. She was also rather clean considering how long they had been travelling, and her clothing seemed to stick out.
“You. Come here.” He commanded, eyebrows furrowing. There was something a bit odd, and he was going to get down to the bottom of it.
Dorothea knew she’d be discovered eventually, but had hoped it wouldn’t be quite so soon. She swore inwardly as the man clearly in charge noticed her and called her over. The young woman wondered what might have made her stand out and then realized that thought was foolish. Everything made her stand out. First of all, she hadn’t been traveling with this crew at all over the past few weeks. Someone was bound to realize that. She was also a lot…fresher looking than most of the people aboard, she realized, walking forward. They clearly had been traveling for weeks, meanwhile, she had bathed this morning. And she was carrying her bow, but there wasn’t much to be done about that. She was not going to leave it in someplace where someone might ruin it. While she was sure there were other bows, this was hers. It was special.
The Dimitrou had rehearsed several explanations for why she was aboard this ship in her head, each sounding more foolish than the last. What excuse would anyone take? She would appear to be a spoilt noble brat who thought she could prove herself by fighting in a war. She was no warrior. That all was true, for the most part, but didn’t lessen Dorothea’s determination to do her part for her country. She would show everyone that she was just as capable as any man. They would see. And perhaps the Colchians wouldn’t even admonish her for her skills, unlike most Taengeans.
All of those reasons seemed to disappear from her mind as she approached the captain. What would she say? Would he chuck her overboard? The chance that they might turn around after a lengthy delay already seemed slim, so Dorothea hoped that would work to her advantage. Besides, how could they turn down an offer of help? After all, if she couldn’t defend herself, the worst that would happen would that she would die. Likely, hundreds of people were to die on this mission, so what difference did one young woman make?
“Sir,” she greeted, lowering her eyes a tad when she finally got close to the man. Dorothea had thought of all manner of half-truths and some outright lies as explanation as to why she was here, but it was not truly in her nature to be so dishonest. In the end, she would always tell the truth her candid nature unchanging.
“I apologize for not making myself known to you earlier. There was much going on aboard the ship. My name is Dorothea of Dimitrou and I have come to offer my skills to the army. I am an excellent archer and wish to join Lieutenant Phaedra’s unit once we arrive in Egypt.” She paused, wondering if she should add the next bit. She wanted her skills to speak for itself, but she also didn’t want to be thrown overboard because she was very certain this man was going to be displeased at her presence.
“My cousin, Crown Price Vangelis of Kotas, can vouch for my skills.” He would also likely be displeased by her presence, but at least he could not deny her skill as an archer. Dorothea had to hope that would be enough.
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Dorothea knew she’d be discovered eventually, but had hoped it wouldn’t be quite so soon. She swore inwardly as the man clearly in charge noticed her and called her over. The young woman wondered what might have made her stand out and then realized that thought was foolish. Everything made her stand out. First of all, she hadn’t been traveling with this crew at all over the past few weeks. Someone was bound to realize that. She was also a lot…fresher looking than most of the people aboard, she realized, walking forward. They clearly had been traveling for weeks, meanwhile, she had bathed this morning. And she was carrying her bow, but there wasn’t much to be done about that. She was not going to leave it in someplace where someone might ruin it. While she was sure there were other bows, this was hers. It was special.
The Dimitrou had rehearsed several explanations for why she was aboard this ship in her head, each sounding more foolish than the last. What excuse would anyone take? She would appear to be a spoilt noble brat who thought she could prove herself by fighting in a war. She was no warrior. That all was true, for the most part, but didn’t lessen Dorothea’s determination to do her part for her country. She would show everyone that she was just as capable as any man. They would see. And perhaps the Colchians wouldn’t even admonish her for her skills, unlike most Taengeans.
All of those reasons seemed to disappear from her mind as she approached the captain. What would she say? Would he chuck her overboard? The chance that they might turn around after a lengthy delay already seemed slim, so Dorothea hoped that would work to her advantage. Besides, how could they turn down an offer of help? After all, if she couldn’t defend herself, the worst that would happen would that she would die. Likely, hundreds of people were to die on this mission, so what difference did one young woman make?
“Sir,” she greeted, lowering her eyes a tad when she finally got close to the man. Dorothea had thought of all manner of half-truths and some outright lies as explanation as to why she was here, but it was not truly in her nature to be so dishonest. In the end, she would always tell the truth her candid nature unchanging.
“I apologize for not making myself known to you earlier. There was much going on aboard the ship. My name is Dorothea of Dimitrou and I have come to offer my skills to the army. I am an excellent archer and wish to join Lieutenant Phaedra’s unit once we arrive in Egypt.” She paused, wondering if she should add the next bit. She wanted her skills to speak for itself, but she also didn’t want to be thrown overboard because she was very certain this man was going to be displeased at her presence.
“My cousin, Crown Price Vangelis of Kotas, can vouch for my skills.” He would also likely be displeased by her presence, but at least he could not deny her skill as an archer. Dorothea had to hope that would be enough.
Dorothea knew she’d be discovered eventually, but had hoped it wouldn’t be quite so soon. She swore inwardly as the man clearly in charge noticed her and called her over. The young woman wondered what might have made her stand out and then realized that thought was foolish. Everything made her stand out. First of all, she hadn’t been traveling with this crew at all over the past few weeks. Someone was bound to realize that. She was also a lot…fresher looking than most of the people aboard, she realized, walking forward. They clearly had been traveling for weeks, meanwhile, she had bathed this morning. And she was carrying her bow, but there wasn’t much to be done about that. She was not going to leave it in someplace where someone might ruin it. While she was sure there were other bows, this was hers. It was special.
The Dimitrou had rehearsed several explanations for why she was aboard this ship in her head, each sounding more foolish than the last. What excuse would anyone take? She would appear to be a spoilt noble brat who thought she could prove herself by fighting in a war. She was no warrior. That all was true, for the most part, but didn’t lessen Dorothea’s determination to do her part for her country. She would show everyone that she was just as capable as any man. They would see. And perhaps the Colchians wouldn’t even admonish her for her skills, unlike most Taengeans.
All of those reasons seemed to disappear from her mind as she approached the captain. What would she say? Would he chuck her overboard? The chance that they might turn around after a lengthy delay already seemed slim, so Dorothea hoped that would work to her advantage. Besides, how could they turn down an offer of help? After all, if she couldn’t defend herself, the worst that would happen would that she would die. Likely, hundreds of people were to die on this mission, so what difference did one young woman make?
“Sir,” she greeted, lowering her eyes a tad when she finally got close to the man. Dorothea had thought of all manner of half-truths and some outright lies as explanation as to why she was here, but it was not truly in her nature to be so dishonest. In the end, she would always tell the truth her candid nature unchanging.
“I apologize for not making myself known to you earlier. There was much going on aboard the ship. My name is Dorothea of Dimitrou and I have come to offer my skills to the army. I am an excellent archer and wish to join Lieutenant Phaedra’s unit once we arrive in Egypt.” She paused, wondering if she should add the next bit. She wanted her skills to speak for itself, but she also didn’t want to be thrown overboard because she was very certain this man was going to be displeased at her presence.
“My cousin, Crown Price Vangelis of Kotas, can vouch for my skills.” He would also likely be displeased by her presence, but at least he could not deny her skill as an archer. Dorothea had to hope that would be enough.
