/lit/ - Literature

If you're only interested in the Egyptians to study the Greeks then you're doing it wrong. There isn't really any relevance. Their literature's supreme beauty is its own reward.
Quite a bit of Greek mythology and theology is in common with the Mesopotamians, but with a few exceptions (Dialogue of Pessimism is what comes to mind) the Mesopotamians' literature is pretty awful. And if you're only interested in the Greeks you've seen enough with Daley, you should look at Ugaritic texts instead. But even that is merely a few shared myths, nothing really enlightening.

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>Now, Shayaril lies on a mix of steppes and mountains & canyons- some being the buildings of the Old Empire. To the west are more steppes, to the east are more mountains. To the north is a vast desert, eventually boxed in by mountains. There used to be kingdoms and peoples here, but Marduk has destroyed them or made them flee to anywhere else.
>From the northeastern mountains came the gypsy-like people who infests Shayaril's cities, disgusting and dance-worshipping a three-legged, three-armed, three-faced pot-bellied golden idol.
>But beyond the northwest mountains there used to be a desert kingdom, bordering on an inland sea. And in the vast desert, between mountains and upon the sea, lives Marduk and his folk.
>That desert kingdom, perhaps five hundred years ago, was advanced and prosperous. Marduk, then unknown, came to them and offered them a place in his entourage. They declined. And in one night the entire great city-kingdom was destroyed by palaces built in the still-living hollowed-out bodies of crimson wyrms, and all its people were left impaled, their bodies somehow inverted while they still lived.
>So. Marduk rules an enormous train of palaces built on and in the hollowed-out bodies of still-living dragons. Of course he has horsemen and footsoldiers traveling along his great parade. The dance around the desert, overflowing with riches of no unabsurd source. Occasionally they'll destroy some nearby minor kingdom, and Marduk warns all who visit him that he will destroy them if they do not follow him. But in five hundred years he has hardly moved.
>Those soldiers outside the great caravan are tall, muscular, swarthy, and all men. They too drink of the dragons' blood and seed, but they never tire, though they wear full army.
>But those inside Marduk's palaces, these are what is meant by "the folk of Marduk". They live in endless pleasure and decadence, surrounded by the most luxurious riches, ever feasting and drinking and making love, above all partaking of the drug of the dragons' fluids. Their skin is a light fair bronze, almost gold in some lights, deathly pale in others; their hair is completely black, and their eyes are red. The men wear small goatees, and their hair is done like an Achæmenid's; smirks are ever on their face. The women are unbelievably soft and lovely. On their faces they are ever blushing. They are arrayed in rich robes and golden garments.
>Marduk himself is not entirely unlike them. But he is clean-shaven like a woman, and his hair is not voluminous like the rest's. Moreover, he has no blush, but a colder gaze. On his forhead he wears a golden star, sort of like the emblem of the Hittites. He says that he is God, that he created the entirety of this world, and that the only ethical purpose of all who live it is to partake in his feast and join his ecstasies.

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>Now, Shayaril lies on a mix of steppes and mountains & canyons- some being the buildings of the Old Empire. To the west are more steppes, to the east are more mountains. To the north is a vast desert, eventually boxed in by mountains. There used to be kingdoms and peoples here, but Marduk has destroyed them or made them flee to anywhere else.
>From the northeastern mountains came the gypsy-like people who infests Shayaril's cities, disgusting and dance-worshipping a three-legged, three-armed, three-faced pot-bellied golden idol.
>But beyond the northwest mountains there used to be a desert kingdom, bordering on an inland sea. And in the vast desert, between mountains and upon the sea, lives Marduk and his folk.
>That desert kingdom, perhaps five hundred years ago, was advanced and prosperous. Marduk, then unknown, came to them and offered them a place in his entourage. They declined. And in one night the entire great city-kingdom was destroyed by palaces built in the still-living hollowed-out bodies of crimson wyrms, and all its people were left impaled, their bodies somehow inverted while they still lived.
>So. Marduk rules an enormous train of palaces built on and in the hollowed-out bodies of still-living dragons. Of course he has horsemen and footsoldiers traveling along his great parade. The dance around the desert, overflowing with riches of no unabsurd source. Occasionally they'll destroy some nearby minor kingdom, and Marduk warns all who visit him that he will destroy them if they do not follow him. But in five hundred years he has hardly moved.
>Those soldiers outside the great caravan are tall, muscular, swarthy, and all men. They too drink of the dragons' blood and seed, but they never tire, though they wear full army.
>But those inside Marduk's palaces, these are what is meant by "the folk of Marduk". They live in endless pleasure and decadence, surrounded by the most luxurious riches, ever feasting and drinking and making love, above all partaking of the drug of the dragons' fluids. Their skin is a light fair bronze, almost gold in some lights, deathly pale in others; their hair is completely black, and their eyes are red. The men wear small goatees, and their hair is done like an Achæmenid's; smirks are ever on their face. The women are unbelievably soft and lovely. On their faces they are ever blushing. They are arrayed in rich robes and golden garments.
>Marduk himself is not entirely unlike them. But he is clean-shaven like a woman, and his hair is not voluminous like the rest's. Moreover, he has no blush, but a colder gaze. On his forhead he wears a golden star, sort of like the emblem of the Hittites. He says that he is God, that he created the entirety of this world, and that the only ethical purpose of all who live it is to partake in his feast and join his ecstasies.