(OOC: Unless someone else has made a rebel Greek character, only Ace should be present in this thread. It's basically a prelude to the Lamian War)
The Pnyx was ablaze with activity on this fine morning. In sharp contrast to the pleasant weather, dire news had arrived from the east: Alexandros, King of Macedon, conqueror of the world and overlord of the southern Greeks has perished from an illness without leaving a clear heir, presenting quite the opportunity for the Athenians and other like-minded Greeks to reclaim their freedom. This crisis has necessitated an emergency session of the Athenian popular assembly or 'ecclesia', and now today's gentle breeze was being drowned out by the shouts of arguing Athenian citizens, leaving none among the gathered in a mood to enjoy the sunlight.
"What you are proposing is madness, Demosthenes!" A modestly-dressed statesman thundered at one of his bearded compatriots. "Alexander's death does not mean the death of his army, which outnumbers ours by a significant margin even before he started adding the barbaric multitudes of the east to its ranks. And those soldiers are doubtless more experienced than ours - while he sent the last of our contingent home after sacking Persepolis, something for which I hope the gods let him into Elysium eventually even as I pray that Kerberos is gnawing upon his limbs today, his own men continued to follow him beyond the borders of the earth to fight the monsters and dark-skinned savages of India, where they not only survived but prevailed!" He slammed his fist on the stone wall, in the process squashing an unfortunate fly, for dramatic effect. "To rise up now, before his body is even in the ground and while his kingdom still presents a united front, would invite doom upon us all. We would be crushed by their forces as I have just crushed this insect!"
"No, it is waiting in light of such a golden opportunity to reclaim our liberty that would be madness, Phocion!" The man named Demosthenes shot back. "Alexander's generals have not a tenth of his cursed strength nor bestial cunning. He leaves no clear heir in his wake, and they will no doubt be busy debating the succession while his body turns cold. So long as they do that, and better yet if they were to outright turn on each other, we could seize the day and liberate not just ourselves but the whole of Hellas from the northerners' yoke!" He raised his foot and brought it down, smashing a passing roach. "All we need now is the courage to do just that, and then as our ancestors did at Marathon and Plataea unto the ancestors of his new Persian subjects, we shall surely crush their divided ranks like I just crushed this roach!"
Demosthenes' and Phocion's argument has spilled over to include the rest of the ecclesia, whose members alternately cheer or shout with approval and boo depending on who was talking. Some decided to add their voices to the din as well:
"Demosthenes is right! My father was slain by Alexander's dread horsemen at Chaeronea fifteen years ago. I would welcome any opportunity to avenge him hundredfold with the blood of the Northron savages!"
"My brother fell at Chaeronea too, but you know what? I am with Phocion! We should have peace, so that no more of us must risk losing their fathers, their sons, their brothers and their lovers on the field of battle."
"Why should I hate Macedon? The Macedonians have done nothing to me, save make me rich by buying weapons and armor from my foundry and using my ships! Not to mention they present us with the opportunity of exporting our goods as far as Bactria & Arachosia, while importing exotic luxuries ranging from the cedars of Phoenicia to those majestic pachyderms from India and silks from Persia. I say we maintain our ties with them."
"So says the man blinded by northern gold and soft eastern comforts! All true men of Hellas should be able and willing to fight for our freedom now that we have a chance."
"I cannot go to war, I have a wife and six children to care for here, not to mention a seventh is on the way!"
"All the more reason to fight, fool! You should be honored for the opportunity to march to free them from Macedonian overlordship, to make sure that your sons and daughters can grow up free Greeks!"
On and on the debate raged. In one of the quieter moments, when many of the other Athenians had argued to the point of hoarseness and some had even turned away to refresh themselves, Deucalion - one of several Athenians who had previously defied the Macedonians and had now returned to his home polis - found a chance to make his voice heard...