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In the end, you decide that you must do as a raiding Heraclid must do – you will kill the cart-pushers and take their wealth for your own. Some stealth is required here – you remove your triple-tiered helm, its white plumes standing erect and tall, and calmly hand it over to Chabrianos, your military scout. The weight of the helm is barely noticeable to you, but Chabrianos strains to avoid dropping it into the dirt. Paying him no mind, you collect a pair of Tegean spears that you had pilfered after the last skirmish, and crouching forwards, peer over the grasses of the hill at the straining men below.
Looking at them and their furtive movements a second time – they hunch their shoulders and duck their heads by reflex. You suspect the men are not amateurs, but instead practiced thieves of some kind fresh from their own raid on Archigeiros’ treasure vault. They probably had been planning this heist for days or even longer, and your cattle raid was a convenient opportunity for them to strike. All the better – it is no crime to re-appropriate stolen goods, for one, and for two – you’re here to rob Archigeiros yourself.
You test the Tegean spears – crudely hewn wooden stakes with equally-crude bronze tips. At this short distance, the shoddy quality won’t matter – not with your powerful right arm casting them and your keen eye guiding them.
>Hippomedon auto-succeeds on these casts, of course…
Your first spear takes the taller of the two men in the upper back – he makes an awful hacking sound before a death-rattle escapes his lips. The second of the thieves, thicker around the middle and surprisingly fast on his feet, doesn’t spare a though for his collapsing comrade – he immediately turns and flees at top speed. No matter – he cannot run faster than you can throw. Your spear takes him in the side, sending him sprawling into the grasses by the trailside. You wait patiently for signs of life, but you’re satisfied when you hear nothing and see no movement from the two corpses.
The donkey, oblivious to the death of its masters, stamps its front hooves, seemingly bored.
You flash hand-signals to your honorguard, and approach the cart flanked by your men – covered with a heavy hide tarp, the cart’s wheels have sunk heavily into the muddy trail. Another set of your <span class="mu-i">Inachians</span> move to collect the dead thieves for inspection. While they labor with the corpses, you grasp at the hide tarp with one hand and with a single motion, strip it from the cart. You and your men peer inside, eager to learn what riches are within…
>roll me a dice+1d4 to see how much Timae's inside, /qst/
