DudeMeister
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- Apr 29, 2013
Long before the great bards and minstrels could tell tales of the heroic deeds of many a great and seemingly invincible heroes, the actions of mere mortals would have to inspire the legends. This is one such tale...
The morning sun crept over Mt. Pentilicus greeting the soon to be great city of Athens. To the Athenians it was just like any other day: Helios, the sun God rode his fiery chariot over the vault of the sky. To one unassuming stonemason named Alcaeus, it meant an early morning trip to the stone quarry to help bring in the marble, and a long day of hammering. The young man awoke and stretched, rubbing his eyes. He stood 5'10'', rather tall for a man of his era, and bore the stout physique of his demanding trade. His medium black hair was wavy , and his beard was scruffy. In a city that would later be famed for his poets, philosophers and intellectuals, he was the typical working man. Roughly hewn and with little care for the more esoteric part of life, he followed in his father's footsteps to become a mason, just like his father before him. It was likely that his sons (should he ever marry) would be stonemasons...or so he thought. Throwing on a simple black tunic over and tying a worn belt around his waist, he readied a cart driven by a mule and headed off to a quarry.
As he drove his rather stubborn beast out of the city and off on the dirt road he spotted a rather lavish convoy approaching the city. The type that nobles would travel in.
The morning sun crept over Mt. Pentilicus greeting the soon to be great city of Athens. To the Athenians it was just like any other day: Helios, the sun God rode his fiery chariot over the vault of the sky. To one unassuming stonemason named Alcaeus, it meant an early morning trip to the stone quarry to help bring in the marble, and a long day of hammering. The young man awoke and stretched, rubbing his eyes. He stood 5'10'', rather tall for a man of his era, and bore the stout physique of his demanding trade. His medium black hair was wavy , and his beard was scruffy. In a city that would later be famed for his poets, philosophers and intellectuals, he was the typical working man. Roughly hewn and with little care for the more esoteric part of life, he followed in his father's footsteps to become a mason, just like his father before him. It was likely that his sons (should he ever marry) would be stonemasons...or so he thought. Throwing on a simple black tunic over and tying a worn belt around his waist, he readied a cart driven by a mule and headed off to a quarry.
As he drove his rather stubborn beast out of the city and off on the dirt road he spotted a rather lavish convoy approaching the city. The type that nobles would travel in.