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Hail Divine Emperor!
“Tyre was in turmoil, the intense political background had erupted into open fights. Dido, Rightful Heir to the Crown of Tyre was fleeing. Her younger brother had disputed her right to rule and had launched a vicious attack with assassins killing her leading supporters including her own husband. She was forced to flee with her friends and followers abroad a few ships still loyal to her. Past Crete, and past Malta nothing but a rock in the sea, they landed upon Carthage. There, she was offered however much land by an arrogant Chieftain that she could surround with an ox’s hide. She cut the hide into many many thin pieces sufficient to cover a hill. The arrogance of the Chief was undone.”
-Excerpt from Founding of Carthage by Himcler.
“Boring, absolutely boring! Himcler must have been an extremely boring man, no social life at all! How can father expect me to know his book inside and out by the third day of the Gathering of Baal? I have so many things to do, the Lady Kars- never mind what I said. I refuse to read another word of this.”
The elderly man addressed looked at the speaker with no fear and smirked. “You would prefer to take a short swim in the Sea? For some absurd reasons sailors of Baal refuse to learn how to swim. It would be quite a short swim with the waves and sharks. Your Father is not prone to pity or whimsical fantasy involving your education. You are a member of the Barca, heirs of Dido herself. If you are found lacking, you shall be thrown out. And once more, your nights with the daughters of nobility has not gone unnoticed. A special… employee has been hired to solve this problem if it becomes too much a trouble.”
The person being spoken to paled, but rallied quickly making strong commanding gestures with his hands and was leaning forward prepared to speak when the door was opened and a commanding figure stepped in. An athletic man, his muscles were visible despite the clothing worn. He held around him an air of superiority, seemingly to show that the person knew something disadvantageous to everyone around him.
Such was Hialcha, Lord Admiral of Carthage of the House of Barca. He wore an expression that would have made all men cringe in Carthage, but not these men. The elder was his father, the younger was his son. Both undoubtedly strong willed, the elderly had wisdom of old age the younger had the passion of youth. 3 Generations of Barcas, one served, one serving, and another that would serve.
The silence was broken, by the brave or foolish youth. Brave in the eyes of the young, foolish in the eyes of the wise. “I will be learning a trade and becoming a blacksmith father. I don’t want the luxury of wealth of our family I want to live a humble and simple life. I don’t want the intrigue, the power hunger, or the vast wealth that comes with it. I want a happy life, nothing more.”
Shock was evidently in the air, with both his family and servants gawking at him like he was a man whom had sprouted wings and took flight. A man of Wealth and a Good name do not fall in status voluntarily but must attempt to rise above his station. Determined by Baal, it was tradition. A young man's dream would be quashed by Tradition.
Such was Carthage, tradition and life followed hand in hand…
“The greatest joy of life, is to see what you have planted grow and mature.”
-Excerpt from Founding of Carthage by Himcler.
“Boring, absolutely boring! Himcler must have been an extremely boring man, no social life at all! How can father expect me to know his book inside and out by the third day of the Gathering of Baal? I have so many things to do, the Lady Kars- never mind what I said. I refuse to read another word of this.”
The elderly man addressed looked at the speaker with no fear and smirked. “You would prefer to take a short swim in the Sea? For some absurd reasons sailors of Baal refuse to learn how to swim. It would be quite a short swim with the waves and sharks. Your Father is not prone to pity or whimsical fantasy involving your education. You are a member of the Barca, heirs of Dido herself. If you are found lacking, you shall be thrown out. And once more, your nights with the daughters of nobility has not gone unnoticed. A special… employee has been hired to solve this problem if it becomes too much a trouble.”
The person being spoken to paled, but rallied quickly making strong commanding gestures with his hands and was leaning forward prepared to speak when the door was opened and a commanding figure stepped in. An athletic man, his muscles were visible despite the clothing worn. He held around him an air of superiority, seemingly to show that the person knew something disadvantageous to everyone around him.
Such was Hialcha, Lord Admiral of Carthage of the House of Barca. He wore an expression that would have made all men cringe in Carthage, but not these men. The elder was his father, the younger was his son. Both undoubtedly strong willed, the elderly had wisdom of old age the younger had the passion of youth. 3 Generations of Barcas, one served, one serving, and another that would serve.
The silence was broken, by the brave or foolish youth. Brave in the eyes of the young, foolish in the eyes of the wise. “I will be learning a trade and becoming a blacksmith father. I don’t want the luxury of wealth of our family I want to live a humble and simple life. I don’t want the intrigue, the power hunger, or the vast wealth that comes with it. I want a happy life, nothing more.”
Shock was evidently in the air, with both his family and servants gawking at him like he was a man whom had sprouted wings and took flight. A man of Wealth and a Good name do not fall in status voluntarily but must attempt to rise above his station. Determined by Baal, it was tradition. A young man's dream would be quashed by Tradition.
Such was Carthage, tradition and life followed hand in hand…
“The greatest joy of life, is to see what you have planted grow and mature.”
