A Hero's Fate (Aeneas)
With your men standing in a circle around you, you bow your head and issue a prayer of mercy to fearsome Ares and wise Athena. You beg not for your own salvation, but for that of your enemies, now gathered about the oracle's sanctuary. If they choose to die bravely, perhaps the poets will dedicate a verse or two to their defeat in the epics that will be sung in your name. For they now stand between the great Aeneas, lord of the Dardanians, and the immortal destiny promised to him by the gods!
Minos' Wrath (Sarpedon)
You watch the surviving Achaean invaders gather across the battlefield. For too long they have sat on your throne and let the once-glorious Cretan state fall into ruin! You have returned to Knossos with the Lycians at your side, back from generations of exile to reclaim your beloved homeland. The enemy boasts that the Minotaur of legend stands among them? Let all the monsters in Poseidon's kingdom join the fray for all you care! For no one can stand in the way of great Lord Sarpedon, the divinely-appointed ruler of mighty Crete!
Death of the Suitors (Odysseus)
As you march with your comrades in arms on your native land of Ithaca, your heart swells with longing to embrace your wife Penelope once more. But between you and your queen stand the armies of the vile traitors who would take her, for whom you've ventured across the sea, for the honour of the very homeland they would now steal from you! You have braved the wrath of Lord Poseidon himself to return, and will not rest until you have dispatched these pretenders to the depths of the kingdom of Hades!
A Father's Despair (Menelaus)
As you watch Tyndareus' armies assemble across the battlefield you feel simmering rage gather within your breast. Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself that the red-hot blade of anger is made deadlier when quenched in cool patience. You shall teach the old fool the cost of his mistake! You slam your breastplate and deliver a bloodcurdling war cry, which your faithful Spartans amplify into a great, mighty roar. Let the traitor and his men tremble, for godlike Menelaus has come to visit vengeance upon them all. No army in the world can withstand the might of your wrath!
The Glory of Achilles (Achilles - Patroclus is alive)
You march on the field of battle, your faithful companion Patroclus close by. A mighty war cry rises from the assembled forces of Achaea, rejoicing at the return of their invincible champion, the great hero Achilles. Far ahead across the battlefield, you can make out the gathered armies of Troy and her allies, and you know they must be trembling at this formidable sight. For with your beloved friend at your side and the Myrmidons at your back, there is no force in this world or in Olympus that can stand in the way of your legend.
The Vengeance of Achilles (Achilles - Patroclus is dead)
You march on the field of battle, sorrow gripping your heart at the absence of your faithful companion Patroclus. Sensing your grief, the Achaean host lets out a mighty war cry, a collective vow of vengeance before the gods. Far across the battlefield, you can make out the assembled armies of Troy and her allies. You know they must be trembling in fear at this formidable sight, for there is no force in this world or in Olympus that can stand in the way of your terrible retribution for the death of your most cherished friend.
The Rescue (Paris)
With a heavy heart, you watch the hateful men who took your beloved queen captive. You have crossed the sea and back to be with her. You have braved the wrath of King Menelaus and his brother Agamemnon to be joined in your mutual love. And now these bandits think they can stand between a Trojan prince and his beloved? Fools, every last one of them! You will show them all what it means to cross the son of Priam. They will regret the day they lay hands on the great Helen of Troy!
Achaea's Last Stand (Hector)
What remains of the invading Achaean host stand before you, soiling your beloved homeland with their very presence. You have sworn to defend the House of Troy as long as you draw breath; should they now escape by sea, they will surely lick their wounds and return once more. Time to teach the treacherous lords of the Argives a lesson they will not soon forget! The high sun catches your helmet, shining a great beacon of light at your gathered forces, who reply with a mighty cheer. For among them stands their champion, Hector of the shimmering helm!
The Wrath of Agamemnon (Agamemnon)
You stand on the battlefield among your finest warriors, your shining bronze armour a rallying beacon for the Mycenaean host. Soon, your glorious army will lay waste to the forces of your treacherous cousin Aegisthus, and the betrayer will know the bitter taste of blood and defeat. Before gods and mortals, all will witness the terrible price to pay for betraying the great wanax of Mycenae. You raise your arms to your men, who respond with a mighty cheer that makes the very earth tremble. May Olympus have mercy on your enemies, for you assuredly will not!