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The Secret Servants of Solomon
« on: Sat Feb 11, 2012 - 20:10:37 »
  Set in Ancient Israel, during the later days of the reign of King  Solomon, a small group of information gatherers secretly serve the King of Israel, led by the mysterious master spy Jethro.  All their lives they have traversed the known world, always one step ahead of danger, all to keep their king and people informed of the changing winds.  But with his increasing age, and his fall into paganism, Jethro and the Secret Servants find themselves increasingly at odds with Solomon - a tension that may force them to do the unthinkable...

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-Jethro = Jethro is the leader of the Secret Servants and has served the king faithfully for the better part of his adult life.  Rumors abound of his true origins, something to do with a possible stint in prison...  But Jethro keeps his lips shut tight about his past.

-The King's Grove = The King's Grove is a small vineyard near the Great Palace of Solomon, tended to by servants.  But at night it is only surrounded by guards, with a small secret tunnel that leads out.  Jethro and the Secret Servants go through the tunnel into the grove late at night to meet with their master, King Solomon himself, to tell him what they've learned and recieve new orders.


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Re: The Secret Servants of Solomon
« Reply #1 on: Sun Feb 12, 2012 - 09:25:53 »
  The wooded grove was quiet this time of night, the air was frigid cold, a surprising change given the desert heat that dominated during the day.  Jethro, a man of forty and five years, remained hidden deep within a lush of palm fronds and bushes.  He had seen much in his lifetime, you could tell by his grizzled skin and the scar that stretched across his breastbone.  But he was as full of vitality and fire as the first time he had done this, waited inside the King's special grove, late in the night.

  A movement, fully expected, caught Jethro's attention - and there emerged from a small walking path which led here from the royal palace a man clothed in pure white with a thin gold crown atop his head.  Some yards behind him a duo of armored soldiers stopped short and waited, giving the man some privacy.

  The crowned man took two steps into the grove and whistled, the signal for Jethro to show himself.

  "My king," Jethro announced, emerging from the shadows silently, like a ghost, and genuflecting.

  "Tell me what news you have acquired," the crowned man asked.

  "My king, Hadad of Ammon looks to your lands with great hunger.  He has amassed soldiers, chariots, and weapon-smiths numbering in the thousands.  He has the love of his people, and he is not bothered by others save the Amalekites and the threat of Assyria to the east."

  The king's left hand tugged at his full beard, a personal habit which Jethro had become accostumed to over the years.  His king was a thinking man, a man who planned things out and mulled over the possibilities.  In this, Solomon had Jethro's respect before he even ordered him to become his eyes and ears.

  "Go on," Solomon said.

  "Egypt is riddled with strife, Pharoah contends with the priests and minor official for full control.  The Assyrians are ravaging our neighbors to the east, killing anyone who opposes them and demanding harsh tribute from their conquered territories."

  "Is there anyone within my kingdom who favors the foreigners?"

  "Alas, my king, there are a handful of men whose hearts grow cold at the thought of the Assyrians.  And Babesh the Witch, the fugitive in the desert, seeks to introduce to the people rotten doctrines and strange teachings from the mountain people far to the north in the Caucases.'

  "I should tell you, my king, that the greatest threat I see in the future does not come from without."

  "Oh?"

  "The northern Tribes grow resentful of your rule, they see the heavy taxation as a form of tyranny."

  "Has there been talk of rebellion?"

  "None so far, not out in the open.  But I suspect so, yes."

  Solomon brooded on this for a moment.  In his old age he was still a tall and impressive man, but his eyes sometimes seemed sunken and remote.  "Jethro, you are my eyes and ears.  If anyone can tell me what is going on in my kingdom, I belive it is you.  You have sworn an oath to me, under the watchful eye of God Himself, to safeguard my throne and the establishment of all Israel.  Go now and look into these rumors of rebellion in the northern tribes and report to me what you find."

  "Yes, my king."

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Re: The Secret Servants of Solomon
« Reply #2 on: Tue Feb 14, 2012 - 20:34:25 »
  Days after his talk with the king, Jethro arrives in Lachish, the fortified city-town of Israel's southern border.  It is here that, according to his network of sources, a root of Egypt has taken; a group of foreigners are attempting to introduce to the people their beliefs in multiple gods as well as the political idealogy Pharoah's superiority to the king himself.


  Jethro walks among the townspeople all afternoon; visiting inns, walking the market place, talking with shop-keepers who bark and haggle in multiple tongue, Jethro even makes a point to stop and strike up a conversation with locals or are just stopping for a rest under the occasional tree or porch. 

  "Have you heard the word, there are rumors of Egyptian idealists among us?" Jethro asks one man, a farmer who is currently here only to buy supplies for his next harvest.

  "Yes, I have heard," the man replies.

  "Such a terrible thing..." Jethro says, a tear welling up in his eye.

  "Do not fret, for I hear that the king has looked into the matter personally.  I have heard from many people; they say even now the king prepares to visit us."

  "Oh?"

  "I don't believe such stories myself, but the people - it gives them hope.  Lachish is such a remote city, and we are right on the border with the great desert to the south.  Mauraders are a constant problem."

  "Do you believe these Egyptians mean well?"

  "No," the man said, "I believe they are political, they are zealous, and they do not care who gets hurt so long as they achieve their goals."

  Jethro was about to finish when, suddenly, there was a great shouting and commotion from above.  Jethro looked up and saw a body leap down in front of him, a many, a hulking man, who drew a large serated bronze dagger from his waist and grinned maliciously.

 

     
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