A History of The Expedition
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1. The Plans are made.
Praxis was a
small Greek city on the largely unknown island of Thales in the Aegean Sea. It was
supported by a collection of farming and fishing communities. There were descendants
of foreign workers living and working in Praxis, sharing its bounties and
contributing to its wellbeing. The City’s progressive and forward thinking
administration had abolished slavery, unlike other cities. The children of
ex-slaves also worked in the City and contributed to its prosperity. Thus,
there existed a community of non-Greek origin which added a vital element to the
Polis. The City was a democracy like Athens but had a much wider citizenship,
including women and non-Greeks. This state of affairs had existed for as long
as anyone alive could remember but there came a time when the citizens began to
Why had no
one visited the City within living memory?
beyond the horizon?
From where had
the non-Greeks in the Polis come?
administrators held a meeting in order to find a way to answer the puzzle.
decided that a ship should be built. Not a little fishing boat, but a sea going
vessel which would sail far beyond the shores of Praxis. It would be manned by
the best men and women that the City could produce. They would embark on a
voyage of discovery and hopefully find the reason for the islands long
isolation. So a proclamation was issued asking for volunteers willing to
undertake the task. Those wishing to
volunteer were told to gather at the agora when the ship was ready. The date
duly arrived and the whole citizenry turned out for the occasion. Each
candidate gave a speech giving reasons why they should be chosen and the
citizens cheered for their favourites. It was agreed that Xenon should be
captain but only after a fierce debate with Orestes. Forty brave sons and
daughters of Praxis were eventually chosen to go and the expedition prepared to
2. A slight delay
assembly was coming to an end, uproar in the crowd could be heard. A mounted
farmer was fighting his way through the throng shouting something.
honours, your honours” the farmer was breathless. "A minotaur has stolen one of
my sheep. This is not the first time this happened as my fellow farmers will
attest.” A murmur of agreement came from the crowd.
has promised to do something on several occasions but as usual nothing has
the crowd backed him up. "The farming community want action now.”
Four of the
heroes stepped forward. Xenon spoke for them all.
might be of service. It will be a test of how well we can work together.” Ajax,
the son of a City boat builder, Cassius, descendant of ex-slaves and Orestes
stood with him. A prominent citizen offered them the use of two chariots and
off they went, following the farmer who rode ahead.
They came to
the spot where the minotaur had last been sighted and they searched for any
clues as to where it might have gone. Xenon was the first to spot the blood
trail leading further into the hills and then they found hoof prints. They
tracked the monster to its lair and prepared to go into the cave. Cassius urged
his fellows on, eager to do battle, but they did not need to move as the
minotaur came storming out of the hill side wielding a huge club. It struck out
left and right attempting to hit one of the heroes but they managed to avoid
any serious wounds. The minotaur was less lucky as the four reigned blow after
blow. It eventually fell as Xenon struck of its head with his sword and held it
aloft in triumph. The heroes carried the head back to the City and after a
celebration the expedition final got underway.