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You write like someone much older, or so I would have thought.
What would you guys guess about me, since we are playing this game?
What would you guys guess about me, since we are playing this game?
Will work on a post very soon - just wanted to check about this guy waiting outside the appartment - i'm assuming Teres doesn't know who he is?
When exiting the appartment would he approach her? As if not I can have her head wherever it is she is going - if he will then I'll make the post shorter so he can interact.
When exiting the appartment would he approach her? As if not I can have her head wherever it is she is going - if he will then I'll make the post shorter so he can interact.
Tainus Fulvius
His body ached and he felt like he was covered in a thick layer of dirt from head to toe. He had been travelling for a long time now, it had only been a few days but already it felt more like weeks to him. He rode slowly now, Rome in sight, its grand sprawling profile greeting him like an old friend. He longed to once more walk her streets and visit her temples, her shops and the many many distractions that existed everywhere when he was younger. He would soon arrive at his own villa, for only the second time since he had bought the place quite some time ago and he was eager to see it, eager to rest and recover after the long trip. He wished he was coming here for a more pleasant reason, but the emperor had forced his hand with his own actions. He could afford no such luxuries, at least not to begin with. He would have quite some time before his men arrived in the area, approximately a week or so to find out exactly how the political landscape lay and who would likely lend him their support or oppose him.
His horse trotted slowly down the long winding trail that lead to his estate, it was thoroughly fatigued but could sense that the end was near and so moved with a slight spring to its step. As Tainus approached he spied several children playing amongst the vines that lined the road, their parents likely being those who were employed and resided under him. He regretted that he had met few of them, most of them being employed via messages that he had sent back and forth over the years. As he approached the main villa he grinned softly, he had forgotten just how beautiful it was here, the scent of grapes and olives carried lightly on the breeze mixing with all number of plants and herbs that reminded him fondly of his youth. As he dismounted from his horse a young woman approached him from the main house. He stared as she approached, she had long dark hair luscious and flowing with a face which contained a natural Roman beauty. He examined her loose fitting summer dress which revealed her shapely form and long legs, feeling his pulse quickening as he did so.
“May I assist you traveller?” she asked, her voice soft and almost musical.
He took a few steps closer as he unclasped his travelling cloak to reveal his Legate armour before introducing himself “Salve, I am Tainus Fulvius. I have returned from Gallia Belgica - I would have sent a rider but I needed to travel immediately, I trust everything is well here?”
She had seemed shocked for a brief moment however soon regained her composure, bowing slightly before she said “Of course, everything is as it should be. I shall arrange for your quarters to be prepared immediately. I am Severina - My husband Priscus is not here today, and will likely not be back until late, but in the morning he would be more than happy to discuss the estate in detail with you if you need.”
He nodded as he made his way towards the villa’s entrance, that would at least give him the rest of the day and evening to settle in and recover from the long ride. He recognised the name Priscus as the man who had taken over the running of his estates after his old friend Spurius had passed away from some sort of illness.
“Thank you Severina” he said “perhaps if you would be kind enough to dine with me tonight, it has been quite some time since I have last been in Rome. Also if you could keep the news of my return as quiet as possible, I’m afraid the circumstances that bring me here require this.”
She nodded and watched him for a moment before he added “and Severina, if you could bring a few bottles of our finest vintage from the cellar I would have some with the meal”. She nodded once more and turned as he entered the villa. He seemed much better than what she had pictured, the great Tainus Fulvius of Gallia Belgica, the barbarian conqueror who had now returned. It sent shivers slightly down her spine, it was exciting to have a man of such power and influence so close.
Tressa Corcoran
Tressa finished her shopping as quickly as she could, luckily there were no further incidents as rushed from the agora square and back towards the house. She dreaded to be outside, she dreaded returning to that place, she felt completely trapped no matter where she went. She simply hoped that the rest of the day would pass quickly and she would be left alone to her cleaning tasks.
As she stepped through the doorway into the main hallway of the lavish villa she paused at the sounds of raised voices, a heated argument obviously occurring in the courtyard. The guard who had been following her sauntered forwards to observe whatever was happening whilst she froze on the spot, it very quickly became clear that it was Varinius arguing with his wife about her once more. There was the sound of a slap and a woman cried out, moments later she was storming her way directly towards her, her face bright red and fury in her eyes. For a moment Tressa thought that she was going to attack her, but she simply shoved her out of the way before storming out into the street.
“Tacita!” her owner bellowed from the courtyard, clearly angry that she had left. As he emerged from the courtyard and locked eyes with Tressa and for a moment stared angrily at her, she suddenly felt very afraid, and so quickly broke eye contact before making her way into the kitchen. She placed what she had bought on a counter, hesitating for a moment at what to do next. Another slave made her way over to the counter before collecting the produce and giving Tressa a pained and sympathetic look before she moved away.
“Tressa” came Varinius’s voice calmly from behind her. She knew that tone, she was being summoned to his side for one reason or another. She blankly made her way over to him, avoiding his gaze as she simply stood before him.
“Get ready to go out” he instructed, his tone being somewhat pleasant ,causing her to look up in surprise “I want you at your best, we are going to the colosseum”.
She again hesitated for a moment before she quickly responding “Of course Varinius” and turned, still uncertain if she really wanted to be caught in the middle of another fight. But as always he commanded and she obeyed, if he wanted her to accompany him then she couldn’t exactly refuse. Several minutes later she was dressed in finery and had been sufficiently made up by the other women, as she returned to Varinius he smiled and gazed at her for a long moment, the look in his eyes being soft and caring. Moments like this were rare, but they had happened before. Once he had used to hold her all the time, whisper into her ear and tell her he loved her, spin tales about all the things they would do together. That had been quite some time ago, and she had come to learn that what he said were nothing but hollow words, these Roman’s clearly not knowing the meaning of the word love. She did her best to reciprocate his affections however, preferring a content and smitten Varinius to his usual self.
He soon began to speak about himself, telling her of his work and of Rome, as always he did not ask about her day. He moved onto the game they were going to see, a glorious fight that was being attended by everyone – according to Varinius. He joked about the new fighter who had recently arrived in Rome, winning peoples praise, everyone talking about how he may win his freedom. “He will be gutted like the rest of them” he jested “there is no way that he can defeat the best of Rome’s gladiators, some of them come from the best families, and I hear he is simply from some slave pit in Hispania somewhere.” She nodded along to his words, before he suddenly remembering something and said “oh, and he is from Britannia originally apparently, maybe he is related to you somehow?” he chuckled at his own joke. Tressa however was only reminded of her brother, a painful memory that she resented. There would be little to no chance that her brother was even alive let alone here in Rome, also by now they would both be very different from the last time they saw each other. No, he was simply being insensitive as always. Tressa continued to nod along as they made their way slowly towards the grand colosseum through the many streets of Rome.
Ansgar Corcoran
Ansgar sat eating the bowl of tasteless oatmeal quickly, occasionally adding in a small piece of dried fruit for some flavour as he did. He had spent the morning preparing himself, sharpening his sword and making sure that his protective gear was all in order. He didn’t want to take any chances on this day, and so ate alone, focusing his mind and body on what was to come. He felt ready, he felt focused and like any man who stood before him today would surely die by his blade rather than prevent him from becoming a free man.
His mind turned to what waited for him on the outside, what kind of life he may have as a free man in Rome, after all he assumed he couldn’t just leave if he wanted to, or maybe he would be able to. There was also the matter of this marriage to think about, and exactly what would be expected of him in this arrangement. What was the woman like, he wondered. Was this her choice or was she like him denied any say in the matter. She was apparently the daughter of a very successful merchant family, but he had to wonder at the situation that lead her to a marriage with himself. He worried that she would not be beautiful or that she would be very un-kind, but Lentulus had assured him that her father had spoken positively of her appearance and personality, but of course what father wouldn’t when arranging a match for his daughter.
He turned his thoughts away from what he could not control and back to what he could. Standing he moved up and away from the table, leaving everything where it was. It was time to don his armour, time to prepare himself for the short trip to the colosseum where his life would be once more in his own hands, and hopefully this time it would stay there.
His body ached and he felt like he was covered in a thick layer of dirt from head to toe. He had been travelling for a long time now, it had only been a few days but already it felt more like weeks to him. He rode slowly now, Rome in sight, its grand sprawling profile greeting him like an old friend. He longed to once more walk her streets and visit her temples, her shops and the many many distractions that existed everywhere when he was younger. He would soon arrive at his own villa, for only the second time since he had bought the place quite some time ago and he was eager to see it, eager to rest and recover after the long trip. He wished he was coming here for a more pleasant reason, but the emperor had forced his hand with his own actions. He could afford no such luxuries, at least not to begin with. He would have quite some time before his men arrived in the area, approximately a week or so to find out exactly how the political landscape lay and who would likely lend him their support or oppose him.
His horse trotted slowly down the long winding trail that lead to his estate, it was thoroughly fatigued but could sense that the end was near and so moved with a slight spring to its step. As Tainus approached he spied several children playing amongst the vines that lined the road, their parents likely being those who were employed and resided under him. He regretted that he had met few of them, most of them being employed via messages that he had sent back and forth over the years. As he approached the main villa he grinned softly, he had forgotten just how beautiful it was here, the scent of grapes and olives carried lightly on the breeze mixing with all number of plants and herbs that reminded him fondly of his youth. As he dismounted from his horse a young woman approached him from the main house. He stared as she approached, she had long dark hair luscious and flowing with a face which contained a natural Roman beauty. He examined her loose fitting summer dress which revealed her shapely form and long legs, feeling his pulse quickening as he did so.
“May I assist you traveller?” she asked, her voice soft and almost musical.
He took a few steps closer as he unclasped his travelling cloak to reveal his Legate armour before introducing himself “Salve, I am Tainus Fulvius. I have returned from Gallia Belgica - I would have sent a rider but I needed to travel immediately, I trust everything is well here?”
She had seemed shocked for a brief moment however soon regained her composure, bowing slightly before she said “Of course, everything is as it should be. I shall arrange for your quarters to be prepared immediately. I am Severina - My husband Priscus is not here today, and will likely not be back until late, but in the morning he would be more than happy to discuss the estate in detail with you if you need.”
He nodded as he made his way towards the villa’s entrance, that would at least give him the rest of the day and evening to settle in and recover from the long ride. He recognised the name Priscus as the man who had taken over the running of his estates after his old friend Spurius had passed away from some sort of illness.
“Thank you Severina” he said “perhaps if you would be kind enough to dine with me tonight, it has been quite some time since I have last been in Rome. Also if you could keep the news of my return as quiet as possible, I’m afraid the circumstances that bring me here require this.”
She nodded and watched him for a moment before he added “and Severina, if you could bring a few bottles of our finest vintage from the cellar I would have some with the meal”. She nodded once more and turned as he entered the villa. He seemed much better than what she had pictured, the great Tainus Fulvius of Gallia Belgica, the barbarian conqueror who had now returned. It sent shivers slightly down her spine, it was exciting to have a man of such power and influence so close.
Tressa Corcoran
Tressa finished her shopping as quickly as she could, luckily there were no further incidents as rushed from the agora square and back towards the house. She dreaded to be outside, she dreaded returning to that place, she felt completely trapped no matter where she went. She simply hoped that the rest of the day would pass quickly and she would be left alone to her cleaning tasks.
As she stepped through the doorway into the main hallway of the lavish villa she paused at the sounds of raised voices, a heated argument obviously occurring in the courtyard. The guard who had been following her sauntered forwards to observe whatever was happening whilst she froze on the spot, it very quickly became clear that it was Varinius arguing with his wife about her once more. There was the sound of a slap and a woman cried out, moments later she was storming her way directly towards her, her face bright red and fury in her eyes. For a moment Tressa thought that she was going to attack her, but she simply shoved her out of the way before storming out into the street.
“Tacita!” her owner bellowed from the courtyard, clearly angry that she had left. As he emerged from the courtyard and locked eyes with Tressa and for a moment stared angrily at her, she suddenly felt very afraid, and so quickly broke eye contact before making her way into the kitchen. She placed what she had bought on a counter, hesitating for a moment at what to do next. Another slave made her way over to the counter before collecting the produce and giving Tressa a pained and sympathetic look before she moved away.
“Tressa” came Varinius’s voice calmly from behind her. She knew that tone, she was being summoned to his side for one reason or another. She blankly made her way over to him, avoiding his gaze as she simply stood before him.
“Get ready to go out” he instructed, his tone being somewhat pleasant ,causing her to look up in surprise “I want you at your best, we are going to the colosseum”.
She again hesitated for a moment before she quickly responding “Of course Varinius” and turned, still uncertain if she really wanted to be caught in the middle of another fight. But as always he commanded and she obeyed, if he wanted her to accompany him then she couldn’t exactly refuse. Several minutes later she was dressed in finery and had been sufficiently made up by the other women, as she returned to Varinius he smiled and gazed at her for a long moment, the look in his eyes being soft and caring. Moments like this were rare, but they had happened before. Once he had used to hold her all the time, whisper into her ear and tell her he loved her, spin tales about all the things they would do together. That had been quite some time ago, and she had come to learn that what he said were nothing but hollow words, these Roman’s clearly not knowing the meaning of the word love. She did her best to reciprocate his affections however, preferring a content and smitten Varinius to his usual self.
He soon began to speak about himself, telling her of his work and of Rome, as always he did not ask about her day. He moved onto the game they were going to see, a glorious fight that was being attended by everyone – according to Varinius. He joked about the new fighter who had recently arrived in Rome, winning peoples praise, everyone talking about how he may win his freedom. “He will be gutted like the rest of them” he jested “there is no way that he can defeat the best of Rome’s gladiators, some of them come from the best families, and I hear he is simply from some slave pit in Hispania somewhere.” She nodded along to his words, before he suddenly remembering something and said “oh, and he is from Britannia originally apparently, maybe he is related to you somehow?” he chuckled at his own joke. Tressa however was only reminded of her brother, a painful memory that she resented. There would be little to no chance that her brother was even alive let alone here in Rome, also by now they would both be very different from the last time they saw each other. No, he was simply being insensitive as always. Tressa continued to nod along as they made their way slowly towards the grand colosseum through the many streets of Rome.
Ansgar Corcoran
Ansgar sat eating the bowl of tasteless oatmeal quickly, occasionally adding in a small piece of dried fruit for some flavour as he did. He had spent the morning preparing himself, sharpening his sword and making sure that his protective gear was all in order. He didn’t want to take any chances on this day, and so ate alone, focusing his mind and body on what was to come. He felt ready, he felt focused and like any man who stood before him today would surely die by his blade rather than prevent him from becoming a free man.
His mind turned to what waited for him on the outside, what kind of life he may have as a free man in Rome, after all he assumed he couldn’t just leave if he wanted to, or maybe he would be able to. There was also the matter of this marriage to think about, and exactly what would be expected of him in this arrangement. What was the woman like, he wondered. Was this her choice or was she like him denied any say in the matter. She was apparently the daughter of a very successful merchant family, but he had to wonder at the situation that lead her to a marriage with himself. He worried that she would not be beautiful or that she would be very un-kind, but Lentulus had assured him that her father had spoken positively of her appearance and personality, but of course what father wouldn’t when arranging a match for his daughter.
He turned his thoughts away from what he could not control and back to what he could. Standing he moved up and away from the table, leaving everything where it was. It was time to don his armour, time to prepare himself for the short trip to the colosseum where his life would be once more in his own hands, and hopefully this time it would stay there.
Okay here is the gladiator CS. I'll get working on a post asap, busy times as of late, but I have some time to spare today :)
A bit rushed but I hope the character will become more fleshed out as we go.
Name:
Ansgar Corcoran
Age:
23
Nationality:
Celtic – Iceni
Rank within nation:
Roman Slave - Gladiator
Appearance:
Ansgar shares the same fiery red hair as his sister and parents, however his appears naturally darker in shade than that of his sisters. He has a powerful build, lithe and strong he appears quite formidable due to the daily training he has endured for the last twelve years of his life. His back bears numerous scars from both whipping and the occasional beating that he received as a ‘troublesome’ youth, however they are now healed and little more than reminders of his captivity. He has a strong and handsome face, or so he is told by his owner who has noticed that Ansgar is more than a little popular with the women who he encounters, his 'exotic' nature fuelling their desires.
Background
Taken as a slave during a raid on his village with his younger sister Ansgar was sold to a Ludi as a boy, shipped to Hispania Ulterior he initially was taken on as a errand boy, given numerous tasks to assist with the training and upkeep of the real gladiators. To begin with he struggled against his oppressors and did everything he could to resist or strike back against them, at least before a few severe beatings knocked that behaviour out of him. As he aged he grew in height and strength dramatically, and at the age of 14 he began his own gladiator training, severe and strict, but he soon came to realise that the path to his freedom was through the bloodied arena’s, through the grand colosseum in Rome. His first real fight to the death came at the age of 17, he defeated and decapitated a hulking Germanic brute, some captured chiefdom who had been expected to come away victorious, however Ansgar had surprised everyone with his raw speed and strength combined with a stunning technique. His owner, a man called Lentulus Batiatus had seen the opportunity then and there. He quickly made Ansgar his favoured fighter and after several more victories he decided that it was time to tour his property through Africa and eventually to Rome. It has taken quite some time but finally Ansgar was in sight of his possible freedom, though it seemed more likely he would die here, or so he thought.
After several battles in the arena it became clear that Ansgar was very popular, not only amongst the plebs of Rome but also the many Patrician families. His owner was in heaven, the gold flowing into his hands as the young Celt made him rich. One evening as Ansgar had finished drilling Lentulus had come to him, a huge grin upon his face and bottle of fine wine with a pair of mugs. He had proceeded to tell him that a very wealthy merchant had entered into negotiations with him to arrange the marriage of Ansgar to one of his daughters. He had explained that his next fight would be his last, and providing that he survived he would be granted with a rudis (wooden sword that represents his freedom) and then married to a young girl called Ateret. He would then be employed at the Ludus Magnus as a Gladiator trainer, the grandest and most prestigious Ludi in all of Rome as a ‘freeman’.
Strengths, weaknesses, phobias, et cetera:
Ansgar is a trained killer, not a soldier however he is best at fighting a single or small number of men as opposed to larger conflicts. He is pure muscle, having trained each day of his life for the last twelve years – having not a trace of softness or fat about his physique. Cold and calculating Ansgar has realised that life is nothing more than one long fight, one he is now determined to win despite his dire circumstances .
He is somewhat cold and distant compared to most, however this is a result of his upbringing as a gladiator. He can only read the more basic words and characters, and can only write his own name – both being skills that he has never needed or received any training in. He has forgotten much of his origin, including his native tongue and can now only speak a few basic phrases in Iceni.
That being said Ansgar still has much to learn, especially if granted his relative freedom it will take some time and effort for him to become a part of society, but he is never the less determined to do it.
He has an un-tapped depth, his situation never calling for him to expose his inner feelings. In fact quite the opposite, he has a wall guarding his inner-most fellings and appears most stoic to those he meets. Maybe if he wasn't facing death regularly he would be able to relax somewhat, but realistically it may take a determined person to make Ansgar more intimate.
Ambition:
Freedom, wealth, glory – but most of all he wants to be his own man. Beyond that he wants to experience life as much as he can.
A bit rushed but I hope the character will become more fleshed out as we go.
Name:
Ansgar Corcoran
Age:
23
Nationality:
Celtic – Iceni
Rank within nation:
Roman Slave - Gladiator
Appearance:
Ansgar shares the same fiery red hair as his sister and parents, however his appears naturally darker in shade than that of his sisters. He has a powerful build, lithe and strong he appears quite formidable due to the daily training he has endured for the last twelve years of his life. His back bears numerous scars from both whipping and the occasional beating that he received as a ‘troublesome’ youth, however they are now healed and little more than reminders of his captivity. He has a strong and handsome face, or so he is told by his owner who has noticed that Ansgar is more than a little popular with the women who he encounters, his 'exotic' nature fuelling their desires.
Background
Taken as a slave during a raid on his village with his younger sister Ansgar was sold to a Ludi as a boy, shipped to Hispania Ulterior he initially was taken on as a errand boy, given numerous tasks to assist with the training and upkeep of the real gladiators. To begin with he struggled against his oppressors and did everything he could to resist or strike back against them, at least before a few severe beatings knocked that behaviour out of him. As he aged he grew in height and strength dramatically, and at the age of 14 he began his own gladiator training, severe and strict, but he soon came to realise that the path to his freedom was through the bloodied arena’s, through the grand colosseum in Rome. His first real fight to the death came at the age of 17, he defeated and decapitated a hulking Germanic brute, some captured chiefdom who had been expected to come away victorious, however Ansgar had surprised everyone with his raw speed and strength combined with a stunning technique. His owner, a man called Lentulus Batiatus had seen the opportunity then and there. He quickly made Ansgar his favoured fighter and after several more victories he decided that it was time to tour his property through Africa and eventually to Rome. It has taken quite some time but finally Ansgar was in sight of his possible freedom, though it seemed more likely he would die here, or so he thought.
After several battles in the arena it became clear that Ansgar was very popular, not only amongst the plebs of Rome but also the many Patrician families. His owner was in heaven, the gold flowing into his hands as the young Celt made him rich. One evening as Ansgar had finished drilling Lentulus had come to him, a huge grin upon his face and bottle of fine wine with a pair of mugs. He had proceeded to tell him that a very wealthy merchant had entered into negotiations with him to arrange the marriage of Ansgar to one of his daughters. He had explained that his next fight would be his last, and providing that he survived he would be granted with a rudis (wooden sword that represents his freedom) and then married to a young girl called Ateret. He would then be employed at the Ludus Magnus as a Gladiator trainer, the grandest and most prestigious Ludi in all of Rome as a ‘freeman’.
Strengths, weaknesses, phobias, et cetera:
Ansgar is a trained killer, not a soldier however he is best at fighting a single or small number of men as opposed to larger conflicts. He is pure muscle, having trained each day of his life for the last twelve years – having not a trace of softness or fat about his physique. Cold and calculating Ansgar has realised that life is nothing more than one long fight, one he is now determined to win despite his dire circumstances .
He is somewhat cold and distant compared to most, however this is a result of his upbringing as a gladiator. He can only read the more basic words and characters, and can only write his own name – both being skills that he has never needed or received any training in. He has forgotten much of his origin, including his native tongue and can now only speak a few basic phrases in Iceni.
That being said Ansgar still has much to learn, especially if granted his relative freedom it will take some time and effort for him to become a part of society, but he is never the less determined to do it.
He has an un-tapped depth, his situation never calling for him to expose his inner feelings. In fact quite the opposite, he has a wall guarding his inner-most fellings and appears most stoic to those he meets. Maybe if he wasn't facing death regularly he would be able to relax somewhat, but realistically it may take a determined person to make Ansgar more intimate.
Ambition:
Freedom, wealth, glory – but most of all he wants to be his own man. Beyond that he wants to experience life as much as he can.
Fritz
Fritz listened to Ada, the implications of his situation now fully beginning to sink in. It was practically world shattering, so utterly mind blowing that he could do nothing but gawk for a moment or two. He was jarred back into focus as the wagon lurched and he was thrown backwards, a clattering drawing his attention as he saw a pair of glasses and book tumble out into the open.
"Took you long enough, Duplo"
Ada’s words added to Fritz’s confusion, but for once he didn’t outright question what he had heard. Better to see what happens and just try and keep up for now, he thought. He was still thinking about what Ada had said, him valuable? She had also offered to teach him the skills he would need to survive this Emanseria place. So was he right to assume that this place was going to be dangerous and that people, things, were going to be after him? Either way Fritz figure out he was best sticking with Ada, best to find out whatever it was he needed to learn.
Grinning slightly Fritz realised that he was excited.
Phrenesis
The woman watched Aergar closely, her eyes following his every movement as the imp leapt up onto an overhanging branch and dangled as he examined her. She took a brief note of his suggestions about taking better care of herself, after all she had an image to maintain. She watched coyly as Aergar’s mouth twitched with a smile as he was already considering the offer. ‘Good’ she thought to herself, she was pleased she had picked a worthy candidate for the role.
“What can I offer you?” she said smoothly and with poise, more rhetorically than as a question.
She let the words lingered in the air for a moment, savouring in the suspense she cuckled softly for a brief moment.
Sparrot was once more closely following the conversation with his small dark eyes, he cawed before he spoke “Aergar Wald, Lord and King of the forest. Hail King Aergar the Eternal”.
“Thats right Sparrot” cooed the woman “we will make Aergar Wald King of the forest, granting him full ownership of the land and everything on it.” She smiled and addressed the Imp directly “Imagine if you had control over the entire forest, not just in spirit but it law as well. You could truly do as you wished. You’d have control over the Nymph’s glades, the Centaur hunting grounds, the Elven cities – I could go on, but I sense you get the picture. You could do as you wish and neglect anything you saw fit to. With Ada Lovelace out of the way there would be nothing to oppose you or I, the forest and lands beyond would truly be ours to toy with”.
Fritz listened to Ada, the implications of his situation now fully beginning to sink in. It was practically world shattering, so utterly mind blowing that he could do nothing but gawk for a moment or two. He was jarred back into focus as the wagon lurched and he was thrown backwards, a clattering drawing his attention as he saw a pair of glasses and book tumble out into the open.
"Took you long enough, Duplo"
Ada’s words added to Fritz’s confusion, but for once he didn’t outright question what he had heard. Better to see what happens and just try and keep up for now, he thought. He was still thinking about what Ada had said, him valuable? She had also offered to teach him the skills he would need to survive this Emanseria place. So was he right to assume that this place was going to be dangerous and that people, things, were going to be after him? Either way Fritz figure out he was best sticking with Ada, best to find out whatever it was he needed to learn.
Grinning slightly Fritz realised that he was excited.
Phrenesis
The woman watched Aergar closely, her eyes following his every movement as the imp leapt up onto an overhanging branch and dangled as he examined her. She took a brief note of his suggestions about taking better care of herself, after all she had an image to maintain. She watched coyly as Aergar’s mouth twitched with a smile as he was already considering the offer. ‘Good’ she thought to herself, she was pleased she had picked a worthy candidate for the role.
“What can I offer you?” she said smoothly and with poise, more rhetorically than as a question.
She let the words lingered in the air for a moment, savouring in the suspense she cuckled softly for a brief moment.
Sparrot was once more closely following the conversation with his small dark eyes, he cawed before he spoke “Aergar Wald, Lord and King of the forest. Hail King Aergar the Eternal”.
“Thats right Sparrot” cooed the woman “we will make Aergar Wald King of the forest, granting him full ownership of the land and everything on it.” She smiled and addressed the Imp directly “Imagine if you had control over the entire forest, not just in spirit but it law as well. You could truly do as you wished. You’d have control over the Nymph’s glades, the Centaur hunting grounds, the Elven cities – I could go on, but I sense you get the picture. You could do as you wish and neglect anything you saw fit to. With Ada Lovelace out of the way there would be nothing to oppose you or I, the forest and lands beyond would truly be ours to toy with”.
Sorry for the delay guys. I shall direct my immediate attention to getting a post written up.
Nah its all good. Roman history is a confusing cluster-fuck of shizz anyway - but yeah the period with Julius Caesar is cool, from Roman Republic to Roman Empire... good times. (Also another little fact - the Colosseum actually only started construction in 70AD under Vespasian, so in a few months from where we are - but again its much more fun with the Colosseum already built).
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What games have people been playing? Anyone interested in playing any games together?
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Ck2, especially the agot (a game of thrones) mod.
Counter Strike: Global offensive.
On the 360 gta 5.
Counter Strike: Global offensive.
On the 360 gta 5.
RomanAria said
Plot twist done. Three guesses as to who the new gladiator is... Three guesses what's going to happen to him...
Only two things can happen in the colosseum. Death or glory. What will the emperor decide I wonder. It could be a nice background subplot? Eventually fights his way to freedom? :p doubtful though. (Although realistically gladiator fights were hardly to the death. Only 1 in 5 matches ended in the death of a combatant - but where is the fun in that. Also, another historical fact, they also only occurred during a special commiserative event, which typically honoured the death of a powerful man - ie the emperor or a wealthy roman who's family could afford to host a game. During the period this is set though the games were entering their 'golden era', so it's safe to suffice hey would have been fairly common-place. Also there'd be lots of animal fights :) after 200 years or so they declined, especially with the adoption of Christianity. Though again we don't have to worry about that - in fact right now historically the first Roman-Jewish war was going on, the Romans would have sacked Jerusalem and destroyed the second temple two years ago. The guy in charge was Vespasian, who then returned to Rome some time the year this is set and became emperor - in dec 69 he defeated Vitellius and became emperor - just for anyone who is interested in such things :p
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