Topic: War on the horizon! SB 24 - 95 vs 97
The apparent hubris of the historical conquerors in their early attempt to annihilate the Olympian gods rather than just punish them, and the subsequent bites and stings by pesky flies and ticks deemed unworthy to be swatted yet still slowly draining their pristine blood, had left them with a bitter after taste and fatigued. It had been some time since they had melted their weapons into tools to farm and make porcelain.
While some prospered in these times of peace, in particular the Mongol hordes seemed increasingly prolific in their new crafts yielding them enormous fortunes, others dwindled and lost interest. Some of these losses, such as the leader of the Punjabi Sikh who even in his first life was lackluster in his fortitude let alone his second, were wept for by none; rather, they were counted as blessings. Yet others, such as the loss of the great empire of Rome's greatest emperor and womanizer, were deeply lamented.
It was at this time that the remaining council of conquerors decided to further refine their inward perfection, and quite succesfully. The vast economic power generated by the few remaining councilmembers, with treasure shining so blindingly that the rays reflected off of its image shone to the furthest corners of the galaxy, was the envy of both mortals and immortals.
So it happened that one day, the council was stirred by a message carrying with it the stench of some of the galaxy's foulest creatures.
Napoleon Buonaparte cried in an outrage: "Merde! Zhese arrogantes chienes! How dare zhey canzel on us when we mean no harm!"
Julius Caesar, upon recognizing the shade of the Sikh whom he had once called his brother (though, retarded and from another mother), exclaimed: "Et tu, Scorpe?" And his disappointed gaze was drawn to the ground under his feet, the level their former brother had sank to.
However, Timur Lang and Temujin Borjigin, also known as Tamerlane and Genghis Khan, respectively, both unparralelled on the battlefield during their first life, had, signalled by many bad omens, foreseen such a move by these foul creatures, and had already curtailed the council's spendthrift days in advance. They knew that if they could rely on these funds, losses might be kept to a minimum, at the very least...
Calmly they signalled their brothers to regain their composure, for good warriors must keep their minds calm so that their strikes may be all the more deadly, and turned to their leader, the wise Xerxes, for consultation.
Xerxes examined what was to be the battlefield. Having learned his lessons from the battles of Thermopylae, Salamis, and Plataea, he had already begun to draw up a plan for the coming campaign. A bloody one it would be, but he believed that together with his few left over brothers, united, he might stand a chance. He pondered, should they use lowly tactics such as scorched earth or guerrilla warfare, or pray to the Zoroastrian, Tengri, Roman, Muslim-Catholic gods for kamikaze winds or divine inspiration, so that tides might be turned in their favour. What would be required to make this battle the Waterloo or Moscow of these foul creatures? He would have to come up with a good plan, and time was ticking...
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Staan wetten in de weg en praktische bezwaren,
En ook weemoedigheid, die niemand kan verklaren,
En die des avonds komt, wanneer men slapen gaat.
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