The wrath of Achilles

Agamemnon is sat upon a throne of gold-clad wood recieving gifts from Diomedes. Diomedes continues as you enter the red tentby saying "Once we, my king, have entered the walls of Troy, I propose that upon all the women we capture, you shall be granted the twenty best of them to have as yours to sit on your couch and work on your loom, that is of course, except for Hellen, Hellen must not go to you, for Hellen of Sparta is for Menelaeuls only, that is after the vote that Odysseus put to the test after all." Agamemnon hearing this smiled to himself but then, turning his head to see your person, returns back to a diss-satisfied face. "What have you brought for me Achilles?" He says "Only nine years it has taken and yet no gifts from you, no promises fulfiled, and no acts of valour have I seen from you against Hector. For nine years I sit on this throne, waiting for you to bring me victories, women, or gold, but nothing of the sort I have seen!" You know that you have no gift for Agamemnon and dispise him as a king, you have the option of rejecting his demmands and insulting him, or the option of promising him the head of Hector, son of Priam. [[Reject his demands and insult him]] [[Promise him Hectors head]]

You are Achilies, Son of Peleus and Son of Thetis, at thirty years you have endured over nine years of the Trojan war and have a bitter distaste for the king whom lords over you (Agamemnon)due to his lust for gold and women. One night, he (Agamemnon) of five and fifty years of age summons you to his tent alongside all his other generals and conquered kings. [[Enter Agamemnons tent]]

"You sack of wine!" You yell at him with conviction and discontempt. "It is your lack of cunning that we sit here on this beach, with the wood of our ships rotting away, and our wifes looking across the sea ever worrying and hoping for our return, it is you who refuses to fight Hector, and it is you who goes to war over one Woman whose body is not yours in marriage or lust!" Agamemnon refutes this with "It is you who lack the respect of your elders, it is you who shall not be remembered in history, and it is you who are chosen by Apollo to be invulnerable to the javelin! I myself was ready to fight Hector despite what you claim, for it was only my generals of fear who stopped me with their hands. When it comes to Menelaeus, he can fight his own battles of words along with the sword as well, unlike you, the so called fleet footed Achilles." You now have upset the king, and although justly so, you now have the choice to submit and challenge Hector to a fight, or to reject Agamemnon further and refuse to fight any Trojan. [[Fight Hector outside the walls]] [[Refuse to fight]]

You listen intently further to Agamemnon and agree to fight Hector, son of Priam of Troy in a Javelin and sword match. Agamemnon sends a messenger to the Trojan gate, to which it is then decided that the duel will take place in the early morning of tommorow. Your dislike for Hector has driven you to despise all trojans after seeing Hector kill many of your fellow Acheans. For now though, you return to your tent and rest easy, awaiting the following day. You get up later that night with slight unease, are you sure you want to kill Hector tommorow? what if you fail and get killed yourself, after all, Apollo may not be watching you tommorow, for one cannot relly on the gods. Do you go through with your promise and sleep the rest of the night, or do you flee your tent and try to enter Troy with the promise to fight on their side against Agamemnon. [[Fight Hector outside the walls]] [[Flee the camp and enter Troy]]

The horns blaze the begginings of the day, whith a circle of Trojans and Acheans gathered alike as if they were the same, with the Trojans cheering for Hector, and Greeks cheering for Achilles. After exiting the tent with your bronze armour and three javelins, you enter the circle where Hector is waiting for you, also carrying three javelins. You walk to him and meet him, looking into his eyes as he says "I request that the looser have honoured burial rights and shall not be disgraced by the victor." Looking to Agamemnon, you gesture to him whether to agree. Agamemnon, disaprovingly shakes his head at you, miming to kill Hector without mercy. Turning back to look at Hector, you speak with strong conviction as you yell "There are no pacts between lions and men!" then, with a cheer from the Greeks you each walk away a few paces, from which you get ready to throw your javelins, whilst also hidding behind your shield. First, Hector throws, and with a whistle through the air, his Javelin narrowly misses and lands beside you, head embedded in the ground. Thanking Zeus, you ready yourself to throw, and then release, with your javelin smasking through the cowhide of Hectors shield. A brief silence as the Trojans worry as to whether it hit flesh, that is until, Hector pulls the javelin out, and throws it back at you. You parry the Javelin with your shield, sending it flying to the ground, then, readying your hand, you throw your second Javelin, which fails to miss, and thrusts itself into Hectors stomach. Aproaching Hector, as blood rushes from his mouth, he looks at you, wishing for honour, alas, you don't gift this to him, and hack his head with your sword until he lies there, dead. The Trojans, fearing the wrath of you, flee behind the Trojan walls, mourning the loss of their best fighter. [[Take Hectors corpse and dishonour it]] [[Leave Hectors body]]

Gathering your most precious of items, a silver encrusted bowl from Thrace and your finest suit of Mycenaean bronze, you pile your goods into an old cart, then, afixing a yoke to an oxen, head towards the gate of Troy. As you move slowly towards the gates, Trojan sentries yell for your needs saying "who are you, who aproaches Troy from the enemy, who has for so long starved our population, and now begs for yourself to be forgiven?" Replying to this heed, you respond with "I am Achilles, best of the Greeks, best at the javelin, and best in the whole world at duels, I seek to see your cities king, Priam, for he is in need of knowledge of the Achean camp." whispering from the darkness you hear the fleeting of men running up stairs to the top of the Trojan walls, you wait intently, waiting for a response, that is until, the stars are blocked by arrows, and the screaming of sling stones. You try to flee the hailstorm of bronze, but one by one they crash into you, pinning you through your bones into the ground, until a fateful one pierces your heart. Oh fleet footed Achilles, so loved by Thetis of the seas, is felled in the darkness of the night oh so far from his home, his body never to be recovered nor honoured by mortal men or gods. You can yet be reborn for it was Achilles who was outdone by zeus. [[Achilles of Phthia]]

Sitting in your tent, you laze around patiently, whilst fellow Greeks enter, pleading for you to fight for the loot within Troy. Even your dear friend Patroclus, pleads you to fight Hector, yet still you refuse, waiting for Agamemnon to apologise. Do you continue to lay, lamenting for the apollogy you know shan't come, hoping for Agamemnon to be struck down by the gods, or do you give in and fight, not for glory, but for gold and companionship. [[Continue not to fight]] [[Fight Hector outside the walls]]

Tying Hectors feet to your chariot, you ride it around the walls of Troy, staring at Priam, Hectors father as you do so. you do this for an entire day, and then on the next day, you imphale Hector with spears just outside the Trojan walls, making sure that Priam sees you do so. Then, after twelve days of tourmenting Priam, the king of Troy, late at night, whilst you lay in your tent with two of your fellow soldiers drinking wine, a frail old man wanders in to your tent. He goes forward to you and kneels on the ground, then, he takes your hands and kisses them, looking into you eyes he says to you and to you only "Godlike Achilles, think of your own father, who is of my generation, and so is likewise on the sad threshold of old age. Perhaps his neighbours are troubling him, and there is no one to protect him from harm, or ward off ruin. But he at least can rejoice in the knowledge that you live, and each day brings the hope of seeing you return from Troy. While I, I am a victim of sad fate. Of the best of my sons, the best in all of Troy, not one is left. Fifty sons I had, when you Achaeans landed, nineteen by the one wife, and the rest by other ladies of my court. Most of them have fallen in furious battle, and the defender of the city and its people, my prime recourse, Hector, you have killed, as he fought for his country. I come now to the ships to beg his corpse from you, bringing a princely ransom. Respect the gods, Achilles, and show mercy towards me, remembering your own father, for I am more to be pitied than he, since I have brought myself to do what no other man on earth would do, I have lifted to my lips the hand of the man who killed my sons." Hearing this, the life of Priam is now in your hands, do you kill the frail king and gift it to Agamemnon, or do you pity him and give back the body of Hector to Priam? [[Give Priam Hectors body]] [[

As you lay in your tent waiting for a messenger from Agamemnon, ignoring the shrieking horns and mouths of fellow Greeks, Odysseus comes in to your tent, then, collapsing on the floor, Odysseus looks at you with dismay in his eyes and says "Oh fleet footed Achilles, Patroclus is dead at the hands of Hector." In shock, you burst into tears, for you know it was your doing that Patroclus now lies dead. Now rushing outside your tent donning your yellow bronze armour and javelins, you exit the camp and charge in your chariot thorugh the sands up to the Trojan walls. [[Fight Hector outside the walls]] [[Turn around and kill Agamemnon]]

Just as you leave the camp, your hatred for Agamemnon re-awakens and you turn the chariot around and charge back into the camp. Then, exiting the chariot, you run towards Agamemnons tent, bursting through the entrance, you see an empty throne along with no man inside the tent. Puzzled, you stand in disbelief with your sword drawn whilst you pant from the running and riding you have just endured. confused and disorientated, you turn around to see Memnon, Agamemnons favourite warrior with on par skills to you standing in the entrance with his sword drawn. He readies himself for a fight as it was obvious for your intent to kill Agamemnon. then, just as you ready yourself, a sharp pain is felt in your back as you feel a sword stab you. Faling to the ground, you are shoved onto your back, then, looking up, you see Agamemnon looking down on you with a smurk on his face. For once in your life you feel both cold and fear, then, Agamemnon kneels next to you and grasping your head, he whispers into your ear "Impetuous boy, foolish enough to not check behind the throne!", then, slamming your head against the ground, he turns to ask for Memnons sword, wanting to finish you off once and for all. Seeing a knife in Agamemnons belt, do you reach for it and try to kill Agamemnon yet again, or do you naccept your fate? [[Accept your fate]] [[Reach for the knife!]]

Accepting your fate, you close your eyes waiting for the killing blow, then, as if it never happened, a clean blow is struck across your neck, severing your head. Oh fleet footed Achilles, so loved by Thetis of the seas, is felled in the darkness of the night oh so far from his home, his body never to be recovered nor honoured by mortal men or gods. [[Restart|Achilles of Phthia]]

With lightning speed, you unsheath Agamemnons knife and thrust into his stomach, then seeing his face shocked in dismay, he slumps to the ground, dying as his intestines leak onto the floor. There you both lay for hours in agony, until the light fades and you both die a slow, painfull death. Oh fleet footed Achilles, so loved by Thetis of the seas, is felled in the darkness of the night oh so far from his home, his body never to be recovered nor honoured by mortal men or gods. [[Achilles of Phthia]]

Leaving Hectors body amidst the sand, you turn in your chariot to race away back to your camp as if Hector was a mere ant. Once back at camp, you celebrate your victory amongst your fellow soldiers and with your king. During the following week Agamemnon orders troops to prepare for a final assault on Troy, due to the best of the trojan warriors being dead. Within the week an assault will be made on troy which shall see the Trojans killed, or see the anihalation of the Achean forces. Do you stay to fight after recieving your victory or do you flee the camp? [[Flee the camp and enter Troy]]

Suddenly, you thrust your hand onto Priams throat and grasp on tightly, he tries to pull back your hands, but is to frail to do so, then, you unsheath your sword and imphale Priam in his chest. Such a dishonourable act, so treacherous that the gods move against you and Zeus himself shall smite you in the near future, The Javelins of Troy shall

Looking to Priam, you say to him whilst holding him gently "You are indeed unfortunate, and your heart has endured much sorrow. Surely, though, there is iron in your spirit, daring to come alone to our ships, and face the man who slew so many of your noble sons? Come, sit here, and we will shut away our sorrows, despite our grief, since there is but cold comfort in lament. The gods have spun the thread of fate for wretched mortals: we live in sorrow, while they are free from care. Two urns stand in Zeus’ palace containing the experiences he grants mortals, one holds blessings, the other ills. Those who receive a mixture of the two meet with good and ill, but those whom the Thunderer only serves from the jar of ills becomes an outcast, driven over the face of the earth by despair, a wanderer honoured neither by gods nor men. See how the gods showered glorious gifts on my father Peleus, from the moment of his birth, wealth and possessions beyond other men, kingship of the Myrmidons, and though but a mortal man, a goddess for a wife. Yet some god brought evil even to him, no crowd of princes, but an only son doomed to an untimely end. He receives no care from me, since I sit here in theland of Troy, far from my own country, bringing harm to you and your children. And you, my aged lord, they say you once were happy, renowned for your wealth and your sons, in all the lands, from the isle of Lesbos, where Macar reigned, through upper Phrygia to the boundless Hellespont. But from the moment that the heavenly gods brought this wretched war upon you, all has turned to battle and slaughter. Endure, let your heart not grieve forever, Sorrowing for your son will achieve nothing, you’ll not bring him back to life, though life will bring you other sorrows." Then, you return Hector to Priam and arange a ten day truce for the funeral procession, then he rests, Hector the tamer of horses. The end