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Tellias listened to Pausanias as he delivered his welcome and subsequent speech to the thousands gathered. It was no surprise what he had to say, as Tellias had heard many times the words he now used, having been part to most of the script in private. However, he was caught off guard greatly when Pausanias displayed his secret magical power.
He wasn't sure if he was more surprised that he had powers or that Pausanias had not shared this secret with him. After all Pausanias was the only person Tellias had told about his gifts from Ares, that surely helped him achieve victory in the arena.
As his thoughts drifted back to the night he received the gifts from Ares in his temple, a little over 12 months ago, he felt a presence and a voice in his head. He watched as the whirlwind took shape and spoke to him, but without sound, instead into his very thoughts.
The presence he now felt brought back even stronger visions of the night his gifts were bestowed upon him. A presence he respected and knew well in his heart. He felt the presence of the mighty god Ares fill him and surround him. He did not need to look up to know he had been chosen. It all made sense to him now. Ares had not gifted him the magical hoplon & doyu so that he might simply win in the arena, he had gifted them to him for this very day. Testing him to see how he would use those gifts and his success and obviously proving his worth to Ares in the 12 months hence.
He was dumbfounded and awed by the public display of power by the gods, as they had been somewhat quiet over many years. Making themselves known in subtle ways or in his case not so subtle with the gifts he'd received.
He smiled inwardly when he saw the tall, athletic woman had been chosen, and as the crowd parted around her he saw the magnificent beast that accompanied her. He was also pleased to discover the owl keeper had been chosen too, he would enjoy finding out more about the pair of them.
However, the gods had also shown their mystery, as always, picking what seemed to be a peasant, who looked more suitably dressed to shovel horse manure than to attend to the gods. If that wasn't strange enough the fact that a fool was now being picked made even less sense. He was armed with instruments rather than weapons, and people laughed at him rather than cheering him with admiration and respect, perhaps his singing was that bad he would kill any beast with boredom, or maybe any monster would die laughing?
His faith was restored however, when one of Sparta's finest was chosen. He had heard tell of the paladin that not one, but three of the gods now appeared above. He was pleased that someone he "Knew" and could respect as an equal would be chosen alongside him.
Then another worthy choice was made. A battle priest of Helios would be most welcomed into a conclave of the gods. He knew all to well of their powers to heal even the most grievous of wounds, from his time on the gladiator circuit, and was sure he would be of great use in whatever their task might be.
Finally, and perhaps the most intriguing choice in his mind, was the northern savage that had been chosen. She looked almost feral & wild in his eyes. Something he could respect, but only if it was tempered with restraint and tactical awareness. He had only encountered one other Celt? At least that is what he thought they were called. That man was a fierce beserker indeed, and had caused the scar on his face, in one of his toughest arena combats ever.
He reached up to feel his scar momentarily, remembering the thrill of that fight and the roar of the crowd at his victory.
Pausanias beckoned the chosen forward, and almost before he had finished, Tellias strode confidently forward to the spot indicated, taking the first place in the chosen. He saluted his kings with his closed fist and forearm bashing across his chest, shouting "Sparta" in a clear and loud battlecry, one he had used many times in the arena. A response came from the gathered Spartans, king, soldier and civilian alike.
His gladiators began chanting his name loudly and the crowd of adoring fans joined in. Pride swelled within Tellias and the look on the kings in front of him and his gladiators gathered nearby meet his look with equal pride, but none more so than his good friend Pausanias. Tellias ripped off his Ekklsia attire, revealing his armor beneath, something that morning had compelled him to come to the meeting prepared, and so he had.
Exadius had been instructed to equip all the gladiators in his stable to bring the traditional wargear of Sparta, hoplon & doyu. As was Exadius to carry the same, but instead of the usual weaponry, Tellias had given him his own hoplon & doyu to carry. Exadius now threw these items to Tellias, along with his black plumed helmet. Tellias caught them and donned the shield and helmet. He slammed his doyu against his hoplon, in Spartan tradition, and a thousand replies came from the gathered soldiers. He awaited the arrival of the others chosen before his kings.
Edited: Glarion on 5th Sep, 2017 - 8:28am