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Father Zeus, wilt thou at all be wroth with me if I smite Ares and chase him from the battle in sorry plight?"
And Zeus the cloud-gatherer answered and said to her: "Go to now, set upon him Athene driver of the spoil, who most is wont to bring sore pain upon him."
So spake he, and the white-armed goddess Hera disregarded not, and lashed her horses; they nothing loth flew on between earth and starry heaven. As far as a man seeth with his eyes into the haze of distance as he sitteth on a place of outlook and gazeth over the wine-dark sea, so far leap the loudly neighing horses of the gods.
– The Iliad of Homer, trans. Andrew Lang, Walter Leaf and Ernest Myers
(one of several versions on Project Gutenberg)
And this declare I, and be Zeus our witness thereto; if that man slay me with the long-edged sword, let him spoil me of my armour and bear it to the hollow ships, but give back my body to my home, that Trojans and Trojans' wives may give me my due of burning in my death. But if I slay him and Apollo vouchsafe me glory, I will spoil him of his armour and bear it to holy Ilios and hang it upon the temple of far-darting Apollo, but his corpse will I render back to the well-decked ships, that the flowing-haired Achaians may entomb him, and build him a barrow beside wide Hellespont. So shall one say even of men that be late born, as he saileth in his benched ship over the wine-dark sea: 'This is the barrow of a man that died in days of old, a champion whom glorious Hector slew.' So shall a man say hereafter, and this my glory shall never die."
– The Iliad of Homer, trans. Andrew Lang, Walter Leaf and Ernest Myers
And when they came to the place where Achilles had bidden them, they set down the dead, and piled for him abundant wood. Then fleet-footed noble Achilles bethought him of one thing more: standing apart from the pyre he shore off a golden lock, the lock whose growth he nursed to offer unto the River Spercheios, and sore troubled spake be, looking forth over the wine-dark sea: "Spercheios, in other wise vowed my father Peleus unto thee that I returning thither to my native land should shear my hair for thee and offer a holy hecatomb, and fifty rams should sacrifice there above thy springs, where is the sacred close and altar burning spice. So vowed the old man, but thou hast not accomplished him his desire. And now since I return not to my dear native land, unto the hero Patroklos I may give this hair to take away."
– The Iliad of Homer, trans. Andrew Lang, Walter Leaf and Ernest Myers
By cunning is a woodman far better than by force; by cunning doth a helmsman on the wine-dark deep steer his swift ship buffeted by winds; by cunning hath charioteer the better of charioteer. For whoso trusting in his horses and car alone wheeleth heedlessly and wide at either end, his horses swerve on the course, and he keepeth them not in hand. But whoso is of crafty mind, though he drive worse horses, he ever keeping his eye upon the post turneth closely by it, neither is unaware how far at first to force his horses by the ox-hide reins, but holdeth them safe in hand and watcheth the leader in the race.
– The Iliad of Homer, trans. Andrew Lang, Walter Leaf and Ernest Myers
Woo!
I'll review issue one if you like :)
Um, sorry I diidn't contribute to issue one for various real life fabric disturbances, but I have some ideas ready to roll for issue 2, thus my suggestion for the theme is 'Make Maps, Leave Blanks...' focusing on minimal prep gaming for Dungeon World.
Love reading all of these!Those are both terrific!
How about:
While you wake, your life is your own. While you dream, you serve Death.
Which could be played as:
-The character's spirit returns to the Black Gate each nightmarish night to serve at Death's side, never truly resting (-1 Con). The character's body goes corpse-cold and seems lifeless while the spirit is away.
or
-The character's body is possessed by Death each night and stalks the darkness doing its master's bidding. The character has no recollection of what happened in the morning, only dark fragments of memories hinting at terrible things.
I'd recommend doing the exact opposite!
Tell then the horrible obvious thing they *DO* notice... "Those marks on the ground can only mean one thing... razorwolves! These goblins are going to be more trouble than you thought!" (Reveal an unwelcome truth.)