Prologue:
Pergamese Elder: Life used to be nice here, in Micra Asia. Yes, some skirmishes here and there, you poked Ptolemies, they poked you back, nothing uncivilized. Tribes in the mountains were waging their little wars and only occasionally went mad and pillaged lowlands or shores.
But common people here lived in prosperity, they spent their time by drinking wine, sunbathing, eating, fishing, BBQ, simply caring their own bussiness in Pergamon, Ephesos, Sinope, Amaseia, Halikarnassos, Side... Trade flourished, grass was green, sky was blue.
But than that son of a b…h, that i…t, that little retarded puny „I am the mightiest King eva!“ Nicomedes the First from Nicomedia INVITED (I cannot stress the stupidity enough) people soon to be known as Galateans, into our nice country. He invited them after they conquered, pillaged, looted, killed and raped everything on their way from Galia. They massacred Celts, Dacians, Scythians, Illyrians, Macedonians, Greeks and many more unknown nations and tribes and definitely a lot of sheeps and after all this he
I N V I T E D
them here!
Nicomedes I to Attalos on 5o´clock tea time break as quoted by Livy:
„They will fight for me, kill all claimers of the Bithinyan throne and then, they will settle up, live calmly, prosper, make awesome metalworks pay high taxes and be great mercenaries! Win-win situation I tell you! Heh! What can possibly go wrong? Lol“
Pergamese Elder: What Nicomedes forgot was, that these beardy unshaved smelly dirty barbarians with blonde plaits had some issues. Possessed by bodybuilding, generally warlike, easy to enrage, even easier to reproduce and to add a little cherry on top the best metalsmiths under the sky.
Every Galatean usually went through this scene during his adolescence:
„Killix, you are 16 now. Here, take this finely crafted longsword, this tartan cloak and this chainmail and go prove that you are a real man. Kill many, rape some women, bring home some herds and loot, earn a saga, be a hero. Than you will be recognized as a true man and everybody will respect you and you can even find yourself a wife.“
„Oooohhh… father, come on! This is so embarasing! Friends are watching! Give that chainmail away, tartan cloak and sword will do just enough.“
„But son! …“
„I´ll go naked or I wont go at all!“
„I am so proud of you Killix! Say goodbye to granny before you go. And look, I heard that this year trade is really flourishing in Halikarnassos. And Sinopeans built new walls… heh… they call it “walls”. But that means they have some money left. Consider it before you decide where to go. Yes! And uncle Brennus send a message that he found some really nice jewellery in Delphi, so if you travel that way tell him Hi! from me, okay? Gl hf!“
Pergamese Elder: So the Killix and others of his kind went around Micra Asia, filled by testosterone they kill, rape, pillage and loot. Why didn´t we stop them? We tried. Many times. The old fool Nicomedos the First (and last, heh, at least a little bit of satisfaction there) was first of many. They simply dethroned him, slayed bithynian army, enslaved the population of Nicomedia and had a lunch. The lunch lasted ten times longer than defeating bithynian army.
Nicomedes I to Attalos on 3´o clock coffee break as quoted by Livy:
“F..k!”
Killix to bithynian Thureophoroi: „Is that supossed to be a sword?“
Thureophoroi covers behind thureos, waving his kopis in front of Killixis face and with eyes full of fear after a blink on a Killixis naked underbelly, nods slightly.
Killix raises his overmuscled arm, pokes his moustache (suprisingly well grown for now a seventeen years old boy), smiles and starts to lower his arm. As the arm lowers to chest level, Thureophoroi notices mighty breast with wild fur. When the arm reaches belly, Thureophoroi notices that each muscle of Killixis sixpack has its own sixpack. The hand finally reaches the underbelly and grasps the giant, strong, solid and smooth… hilt of the sword. And Killix starts drawing the sword. He is drawing. He is still drawing. Thureophoroi is watching as the mighty solid shiny steel becomes unsheathed and is wondering how the Tartaros can be anything so long?! Killix is still drawing. Thureophoroi is just astonished and wondering if the steel has any end at all? Is he going to draw that forever? Finally, Killix unsheathes the whole longsword.
Killix: „This is a sword, my friend. I call him Nicomedes, the old king did so much for us and wit…“
Thureophoroi, suddenly filled by hate after hearing the old king Nicomedeses name: „But you have no armour, only that tartan cloak! I have a shield and helmet and greaves and linothorax! I kill you now, BARBARIAN!“ raising his voice and literally screaming the last word.
Killix swings the longsword around his head and towards the Thureophorois thureos: he cuts the shield in half and brokes the soldiers kopis into pieces.
Killix: „Quisque est barbarus alio.“
Killix is lowering his eyes on the shards of Thureophorois kopis and asks: „Did you by any chance named your knife Andúril?“
Thureophoroi: „My SWORD? No. I did not, why?“
Killix: „Nevermind.“
Killix than smashes Thureophoroi on the ground and kills about hundred of his mates, with his fellow youngsters conquers some more coastal cities and towns, takes some loot and sprays walls with something like „T+T+T were here“, gets on the latest exclusive model of the Galatian chariot and then, he and his mates leave town riding through the crowds of groupies…
Pergamese Elder: And that was just the beginning of the end…