The Mighty gods and relentless fate keep dooming heroes and their families to terrible death and disaster, and I honestly think it's a huge probl
if you kill those close to me i will mercilessly end your life and keep your corpse from burial. i will place your body outside for dogs and vultures to pick from it
my sister is a woman driven by grief. as her husband lay down in the bath she threw a net on him while her weird incest boyfriend lay into him with an axe. the house curse now lays on her shoulders. all menelaus and i now have to worry about is our daughter and our nice new drinking cups
sad that the goddess aphrodite has again taken the form of one of my maidservants with huge breasts & it isnt even enough to lessen my sorrow
i can evade you on the field of battle. but slaughter my companion in vicious combat and i will become your Enemy. The Art of War
practicing my angry outbursts for when someone kills my beloved comrade in the heat of battle. yelling “youre Horrible”, “thy doom hath found thee”, “Now shalt thou pay back the full price of all my sorrows for my comrades”, etc
"god damnit!" agamemnon rips his helmet off "they gave our troops a god curse! those bastards have given our troops a god curse!"
if you strip the corpse of my companion of their armor on the field of battle your the biggest piece of shit on earth, your toxic, and "telling on yourself"