For millenia, Jury, god of all that is righteous and true, stood by, watching the upstart mortal civilizations forge their existences on the world given to them, lightly pressing his influence upon matters of decree and due process. He, in his august wisdom, preferred passivity and a steady hand over self-imposing methods of godliness. But affairs had gotten out of hand. The Persians were fast falling out of favor with Jury, and action had to be taken to restore balance.
Jury was largely approving of the scholarly path the Persians chose to take, often favoring the advancement of the fine sciences over indulging in new methods of bloodshed. Unfortunately, this pursuit of reason had been overshadowed by the hand of King Darius, who, not satisfied with the power of his own kingdom, looked to the Zulu in envy of their superior knowledge of metals and weapons-forging and stole them in a large, expensive effort to make them his own. This thievery of pioneer knowledge could not go unpunished, especially since it seemed the King's greed had not yet been sated, as his spies had been redeployed to Zululand.
There they camped in the rugged hills of Nongoma. They scavenged to feed themselves, looting the land of the Zulu just as they had done and would continue to do--would, if not for justice. The land churned ever so slightly and sent a torrent of rocks down the hillside, breaking the thieves' legs, so as they could no longer scurry about, and crippling their hands, so as they could no longer clutch their spoils. Helpless and robbed of their own functionality, the men were found by Zulu traders who, with no knowledge of their grave crimes, gracefully took them in to care for them.
But the deed had been done, and Darius would be looking to capitalize on his illegitimately acquired secrets. With new smelting techniques being adopted throughout Persia, iron was set to be the new gold of the kingdom, and the beginning of a massive mining expedition was already underway to tap into a rich series of veins identified near the western coast of the kingdom. Darius, however, would not see his plans come to fruition, and the payment for his crimes would be immense disappointment, for with each striking of the pick, the iron peeled away, now brittle as shale.
But the most disgusting offense perpetrated by the King was his treatment of those who lived for nothing but to see his vision made reality. Jury had long before seen that the implementation of slavery was more or less an inevitability given the ambitions and natural philosophies of the mortals. He largely tolerated it in strict moderation and restraint. But King Darius' recent exploitations had far crossed the bounds of tolerance; tens of thousands had perished in grueling labor, worked until their deaths under abhorrent conditions. What for? So that the King could raise an army and bring conquest to the southern isles.
Jury would see that Darius lose just as many slaves once again. An ambitious royal road project, the largest the kingdom had ever undertaken, had been in progress for years to adjoin Persepolis with her distant newfound colony, Parse. Thousands of slaves were always involved in the operation, often accounting for nearly half the entire Kingdom's workforce. As of late, the project was fast-approaching the eastern sands, where legions of wild horses still roamed freely at the forest edge. All progress halted the morning a veritable sea of horses descended from the east upon the slave camps. In the ensuing chaos, some attempted to mount horses and escape, a prospect that proved surprisingly attainable as more and more horses fled into the horizon with riders, offering no protest. The King's soldiers were helpless to stop the mass exodus, and within an hour, the road had no one to continue it.
Satisfied with his actions, Jury still wondered if Darius had the insight to learn from his mistakes, or if he would simply go to greater lengths to recover his kingdom's losses.
NFME:
(I was actually going to do a bit more, but I'm extremely tired and must go to bed

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