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Roma Invicta

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Roma Invicta

The soothsayer smiled at the girl's words. "Well Oriana, we will see how you can help me to aid Octavian. I'm looking forward to see what you have to offer me, and by extent him. Tell me, what is it you are skilled in? Or rather, who do you favor as your patron among the Olympians?"

If he was to be around these new 'priestesses' he would learn what he could of them. This one especially intrigued him, her eagerness to take part in Octavian's cause was appreciated, even if it was perhaps a little too close to hero worship for his taste. Still, such a comrade could be more than useful for what their master might make of Rome, if it could indeed survive the coming storm. The Etruscan was pulled from his thoughts as the shipmaster and his first man began shouting orders to depart, their cargo loaded and secure. Oarsmen took their positions and began their steady pace, each and every man working in time to move the vessel out into deeper waters. Soon the sails would be dropped, and they would be on their way to Athens. Cuinte ran a hand against his book as he thought to himself, he would open one of the livestock and see what awaited them, in time though. For now he was content to watch the land slowly shrink away into nothingness before the vastness of the sea.

Roma Invicta

The salt air blew harshly and assaulted the senses as waves churned and crashed against the rocks upon the shoreline. A clamor of barking orders, creaking wooden docks, and the hearty laughter filled the air within the small port. Merchant vessels and their precious cargo came and went in their time, foreign and domestic goods making their way throughout the republic. Cuinte stood upon the deck of the ship he had hired to ferry him and his escort to Athens. He was rather impressed by those who had come to protect him, a handful of guards hand picked by Octavian himself, over a dozen hired thugs to hide among the ship's crew as they made passage to Greece, a 'priestess', and two of the German war spirits.

A grin crept across his face as he thought on the nature of these three young women, if he could even call the latter two that. With spirits, no matter their type, one can never trust what they say, at least not completely. As he watched the bustling port, accompanied by one of his bodyguards (stripped of armor to prevent suspicion), he enjoyed the feel of the salt air beating against his face. One of his hands moved to caress the spine of his copy of Libri Tagetici, a rather common manual on the practices of a haruspex. It was basic yes, but it reminded him of his youth, a child rooting through the innards of a freshly slaughtered lamb. To think that now he stood at the threshold of greatness, having the ear and doing the work of the great Octavian! But now it would take more than divination and wisdom to cement his place in what would surely be a glorious new Rome. If his escort could keep him alive that is.

Roma Invicta

Hello all! Looking over the apps, we've noticed a certain theme and we should remind you that only your native language is free. To be fluent/literate in any other language other than your own you will need one rank in the language skill for that language (Note that the literacy skill is for those who are illiterate but are fluent in their own language (which only really applies to agricultural slaves)). However that is merely for fluency, it is possible to understand certain simple and common phrases of a language, but you will be unable to have meaningful or coherent conversation without the language skill.

Roma Invicta

Personal Information

Name: Cuinte (Quintus) Apatrui Voce Divini

Gender: Male

Birthday: 31/04/64

Age: 32

Height&Weight:
1.8 M
58.967 Kg
Appearance: A man of fair height and rather light frame, with olive skin, brown eyes and a short dark hair. A well-groomed beard covers his strong features, and he is typically dressed in a grey tunic and black pallium.
Equipment: Ritual knife, Libri Tagetici, papyrus, writing utensils.
Assets: Cuinte as the last of his siblings, has inherited his family’s farm and estate in Tuscany, including all the slaves, livestock, and profit which comes with it.

Psychoanalysis

Merits:

Calculating-Cuinte’s approach to life has always been slow and carefully plotted step after step, an invaluable tool for navigating the political warzone that is the Roman Republic.
Insightful- He has always had a knack for interpreting omens, signs, portents, as well as advising others on whatever course of action they may wish to take, based on wisdom and sense just as much as omen.

Flaws:

Rage- Though not easily roused, it will burn like a cold fire in Cuinte till the day he dies, while not directing his motives, they might often allow room to change them if a chance to strike back against those he hates arises.
Slow to Adapt- While he does his best to plan ahead for what he might have to face, taking whatever precautions he may, when he is rocked from these contingencies he is slow to recover and compose himself, often spiraling into one of his rages.
Tragic Flaw:
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Personality: An often fair minded and contemplative man, he spends his time thinking on the world, the gods, and the people around him. He will often find inspiration in the most unimpressive or mundane things, and often muse to himself on what they represent and how it relates to the cosmos at large. The same can be said for his view on people, seeing them as many varying archetypes and characters to examine and know, to one day be left in awe at the majesty of each and every role they all have in the world.

Recorded Information

Culture and Country: Etruscan
Languages: Latin, Greek
Public Record:
Before being appointed as Octavian’s soothsayer, Cuinte was all but obscure from the public eye and knowledge.

Private Information:
Raised in his native Tuscany, Cuinte has always had a fascination with divination and religion, prompting him to study the Libri Tageciti, and much to his parent’s dismay even began to practice on their livestock. Eventually he became trained in the arts of divination through entrails, and became a Haruspex. He is an avid scholar and fan of the literary arts.

Faction Information

Loyalty: Cuinte’s loyalty lies with Octavian, who in learning from the mistakes of his dear great uncle and adopted father, has named Cuinte as his personal Haruspex.
Political Rank: Haruspex
Military Rank:

Skills and Metastatus

Skills:
Rhetoric (Trained)
Sermon (Knowledgeable)
Augury (Haruspicy) (Trained)
Doctrine (Imperial Cult) (Knowledgeable)
Metaphysics (Knowledgeable)
Language (Greek) (Knowledgeable)
Psychoanalysis (Knowledgeable)

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Miracle:
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Endless Worlds: Scarlet Fragments

Amongst this gathering of nobility, dignitaries, and leadership, sat figures dressed in vestments of such grandiose and archaic design that they seemed to have come from an age long forgotten by most. Others within the crowd wore the regalia of the baroque and modern eras, carrying with them that empty hedonism of the gilded age. Despite such shocking transitions in terms of style, there was an air of horrific beauty to them that allowed the miasma of styles and fashions to seamlessly join together into one great pit of decayed glory. Such were the courtiers of the king in yellow, men and women drawn to a life of excess and nihilistic debauchery that could only be described as inhuman. Beautiful as they were, they were also terrible, donning masques to conceal their faces, or wearing tattered cowls to obscure any sort of distinguishing features. They sat, laughing and socializing as though they were at some formal affair, rather than a summit of world powers. Harlequins dressed in sickly yellow and vibrant silver danced and performed for them, and indeed for the entirety of the audience, while masked servants in tattered suits walked among the rows, offering each guest strange Hors d'oeuvre and glasses of sweet wine of foreign vintage. A symphony of horns and strings unknown to earthly men accompanied the dancers, leading and directing their every step with a gloriously cacophonous melody.

T'was customary for the people of Carcosa to conduct their politics in an atmosphere such as this, where gossip and guile were interwoven with affairs of state. These courtiers were by no means royalty of any sort, rather well connected or praised individuals in the eyes of the King in Yellow and his messenger. Among them were philosophers, artists, thespians, merchants, writers, producers, people dedicated entirely to some school of the arts, oration, or thought. At the very front of their socializing, was a figure clad in tattered yellow robes, so disgusting and vibrant, that they strained the eyes of any who looked too long. Around its neck hung a disk of white gold, the sign of their king proudly worked into the metal by a master craftsman. The figure sat there, wineglass in hand, looking out upon the growing crowd of dignitaries, the bright stars he called eyes burning brightly within a void of darkness. This was the Herald, chosen of the King in Yellow, his messenger and hand in the affairs of day to day life, while the King himself sat upon his conquered throne, working on whichever plans he saw fit to pursue at the moment.

Such was this things destiny, to no longer be person, for it had transcended such titles in favor for the great task of leading the flock. It was more than content to have such an existence, and to be thrown away when that existence had met its ultimate purpose, or at the very least no longer amused the King in Yellow. The Herald looked to its right, and regarded on of the more favored members of the court, Bernard DeChriste. A producer, writer, artist, and thespian, who in his former life on old earth lead a small flock of his own. He wore a dingy black suit, which accentuated the leanness of his form almost to the point of him looking like some grotesque caricature, his pale face hidden behind an equally alabaster mask depicting the dichotomy of comedy and tragedy. They talked for a few moments on a shared acquaintance of theirs, a man known to be a repairer of reputations, before moving on to the subjects of the American Monarchy and Carcossan theatre. Eventually this string of topics lead to the dignitaries that filled the room.

"Tell me, Bernard," inquired the Herald, "what do you think of our new allies from the Orient?"
The producer laughed for a moment before responding, "I find them amusing, such great things they've built since my time. When I came to own my theatre, that island was nothing but a radioactive stain on the world! Though it would seem that they only became increasingly tenacious as time went on. I always thought that they would resort to barbarism after the bombs, or at the very least topple over themselves. But alas, it seems our master has seen fit to sow change in other ways."

They both laughed at this, before Bernard continued onto the other powers who had come to this world.
"The Soviets are as intimidating as ever, order within, order without, always so high strung and grim faced... never were my kind of people anyhow. But now, they've gone into bed with this new power, oh what is it, Zion? They build great machines to do great works, expanding further still if i'm not mistaken, but as always their works will crumble and become changed by time or new hands. Then there is talk of Heroes and mercenary bands, how unseemly they are. Not to mention this, 'Order of the Raven'."

Bernard straightened his tie upon mentioning the group, a common insult amongst Carcossans, meant to imply you are not worth the attention one would give to dressing themselves. "They claim to have the grimoires of the Old Ones, and that they're used to power war machines. That's a bold faced lie if I ever heard one. Not to mention, they have the audacity to take Arkham! I spent the better half of a decade in the walls of Arkham's sanitarium, I learned what lied beneath the streets of that city... I know what waits, and they have the gall to try and claim it as their own."

The Herald found the producer's rambling to be amusing. More and more representatives entered, and so the dancers finished their performance, great applause was given from the Carcossans, as well as from the rest of the crowd. The strange music did not stop entirely though, it simply changed to a subtler sound. This made it smile, for just like the King in Yellow, just because the music was seldom heard or seen, did not mean it wasn't there.

Endless Worlds: Scarlet Fragments

Name: Grand Theocratic state of Carcosa
Series of Origin: Cthulhu Mythos
Government Type: Magio-theocratic Monarchy
Executive Leader: Lead by the King in Yellow through the Herald of the Yellow Sign
Geo-Political Position: A strange city which appeared suddenly off the coast of Denmark in Funen, now known as a city-state titled The Grand Theocratic State of Carcosa. But, as a magio-religious entity, its 'culture' and influence is not measured or restricted by its borders, rather by how wide spread and numerous the members of the state religion are, similar to the Vatican.
Military Capabilities: The Grand Theocratic State of Carcosa relies upon Carcossan magicks and summoning techniques, combined with alien technlology gifted to them by their great master. From glamours and hexes, to summoning Byakhee and commanding werewolves and other such wild creatures, and using strange and magnificent devices of alien design and nature to cause pandemonium. However the state itself has no standing army, persay, every member of the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign, is taught these methods of magick in the event that they must defend themselves or the city beyond the lake.
Population Estimate: The city of Carcosa itself holds perhaps 700,00 citizens, though the exact number of initiates of the the Brotherhood is hard to guess, already the King in Yellow has started to slowly spread his influence into mainland Europe.
Claimed Areas: Funen, Denmark.
Alliance: Copenhagen

Name: Herald of the Yellow Sign.
Age: Unknown
Species: Presumably Human
Position/Job: Herald of the Yellow Sign, messenger of the King inYellow
Short Bio: Who he was before taking up the pallid mask is irrelevant, all that matters now is his service to the King, and to lead the Brotherhood in the directions of his master, so that they might complete his great works and machinations.

Appearance:

Skills: A skilled orator, politician, magician, and religious leader. Aside from these practical skills, the herald is a great enthusiast of the performing, literary, and vsual arts.
Weapons: His tattered robes, a gift from his master, flow and squirm with a mind all their own, bound to the will of their chosen wearer. The many tattered edges and ends can be used as extra sets of hands. He carries with him the Yellow Sign, a diagram which causes all who see it to become susceptible to whispers from the king in yellow and his followers, marking them forever in the eyes of the dread ruler.
Abilities: He is a master in Carcossan magicks, particularly those dealing with illusion, guile, and the mind. Despite this preference for more subtle magicks, he is by no means uneducated in the evocations of his order, or the us of their lord's sign as a sigil of power.
Other: He is never without his tattered robes or pallid mask.