Toddemyos the Myrmidon was attending a symposium for a noted philosopher between his deployments to Ilium.
Just before the sacrifice, the philosopher shocked everyone by arguing that the war against Troy was being prolonged due to Agamemnon's pride and stubbornness, and would have serious long-term consequences for the Achaean peoples, destabilizing the region as a whole. "Gods of Olympus," said the philosopher, "if you do not strike me down within the next 15 minutes, then you accept that this destructive conflict of rage and jealousy has gone on too long!"
Several minutes drip by as honey from an amphora, while all in attendance sit in hushed silence. When the 15 minutes is almost expired, Toddemyos gets up from his seat, approaches the philosopher, and, flashing-eyed, punched the philosopher in the face, spilling his wine-dark blood upon the ground. The Myrmidon simply went back to his seat.
The philosopher came to, shaken in his spirit, and asked the Myrmidon, "By the houses of the dead, what was that for?"
Toddemyos said, "Dark-faced Ares was busy protecting the Myrmidon infantry who are out protecting your right to say stupid shit like that, so he sent me to fill in."
"But Ares sided with the Trojans, not the Argives!" said the philosopher. "It was his sister's quarrel with Hera and Athena that started this whole thing!"
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Date: 2014-04-01 10:33 am (UTC)Just before the sacrifice, the philosopher shocked everyone by arguing that the war against Troy was being prolonged due to Agamemnon's pride and stubbornness, and would have serious long-term consequences for the Achaean peoples, destabilizing the region as a whole. "Gods of Olympus," said the philosopher, "if you do not strike me down within the next 15 minutes, then you accept that this destructive conflict of rage and jealousy has gone on too long!"
Several minutes drip by as honey from an amphora, while all in attendance sit in hushed silence. When the 15 minutes is almost expired, Toddemyos gets up from his seat, approaches the philosopher, and, flashing-eyed, punched the philosopher in the face, spilling his wine-dark blood upon the ground. The Myrmidon simply went back to his seat.
The philosopher came to, shaken in his spirit, and asked the Myrmidon, "By the houses of the dead, what was that for?"
Toddemyos said, "Dark-faced Ares was busy protecting the Myrmidon infantry who are out protecting your right to say stupid shit like that, so he sent me to fill in."
"But Ares sided with the Trojans, not the Argives!" said the philosopher. "It was his sister's quarrel with Hera and Athena that started this whole thing!"
"Yeah, I'm pretty drunk," said Toddemyos.