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The sun was beginning to set as Antonius Justus made his way into the courtyard of his estate where two litters were waiting with carriers for the trip to Emperor Hadrian’s palace. While Antonius Justus usually preferred to ride or walk himself, there were rare times when he would ride a littler, and tonight was once such occasion. For the party he was dressed in a tunic and toga of the finest materials. A golden ring adorned each hand, one set with a bright blue sapphire, the other with a deep red ruby.

A sound to his right caused Antonius to turn as his daughter walked down the few steps from the wing of the house her quarters were located in. He could not help but smile at the sight of his daughter, a great feeling of pride sweeping over him. Lucilla was wearing a long deep blue stola that when down to her ankles. It was completely sleeveless, unlike other designs for them, with a V in the front and the two thin straps crossing over her shoulders. The top seemed almost to border on the immodest with the amount of her olive skin it reveled, but not quite.

Her long raven black hair was fixed up by a few golden hair combs, blue sapphires mounted within the visible thin handles. Around her neck was a golden necklace, formed from several small golden diamond shapes, each linked together at the points. Set in the center of each of the diamond links was a small emerald. Antonius could not help but feel a slight feeling of lose as he looked at the necklace, for it had belonged to his wife, Lucilla’s mother. On each ear were matching earrings, the small golden diamond shapes holding the emeralds much smaller, to make the earrings lighter.

Behind Lucilla was Berit, who was dressed in a white stola, with red trim at the lower hem. The Celtic woman’s red hair was also fixed up, set in place by silver combs adorned with semiprecious gems, combs Antonius recognized as ones his daughter tended to use for normal day to day wear. In fact, the young woman was wearing enough jewelry that Antonius could not help but wonder what rumors would start over this slave girl who had on more jewelry than some daughters of minor noble families would likely be wearing.

Moving forward, he held out his hand towards his daughter as he smiled. “I believe even Venus herself is fuming with jealousy over the site of you two.” He commented as he took his daughter’s hand. “Now father, you should know not to take the gods lightly. If we could compare with lovely Aphrodite, it is only because she has aloud us too.” Lucilla responded with a smile as Berit merely smirked.

Antonius chuckled slightly as he lead his daughter over towards her litter. “Perhaps, but I believe you shall find yourself the very center of attention with many of Rome’s leading young men. And you Berit,” he added, looking back at the red headed young woman, “I wonder how many offers to buy you I will have to endure tonight.” The Celtic woman only gave him an impish grin as she replied. “I hope they won’t be so high as to make you consider them, or at the very least are high enough that you may split the price with me.”

After helping his daughter into the litter, Antonius then helped Berit climbed aboard as well. “I doubt there should be much fear of that. It should please you to know that this afternoon I made arrangements with the finest gladiator school in Rome for you to train there while we are here. But if you plan to go tomorrow, it had best be in the morning, the Emperor is honoring me with a series of races at the Circus Maximus starting at midday tomorrow.”

“But more of that later, for now we should be going. It would not do to keep the Emperor waiting.” Antonius said as he stood back up and made his way over towards his litter, climbing aboard quickly. It was only a moment later that they were bound from the gate, a group of Praetorians meeting them to provide escort through the city to the palace.

Curius gave the cow herder a slight smile as he responded. “Generous, might be a bit to optimistic, but the pay is good. You will actually earn a bit more than a standard legionnaire does, but then you won’t receive a grant of land at the end of your contract as a legionnaire does at the end of his term of service. You only need to sign at least a two year contract, a legionnaire must serve for twenty years.”

“We are currently camped North of the city, but by midday tomorrow, most of the legion should be only a few miles from Ostia, so just look for us there tomorrow and we can get your contract signed and get you right to work. Just ask for me, Curius Fronto.” With that, the quartermaster started off to run the rest of his errands.

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Pedius Rigulus watched as the Forum began to slowly empty of the crowds that had been present through the day. The news his cleint Sentius Libo had brought to him earlier had been very good. The overweight merchant’s patron and his partners would be very pleased with the progress of their plans. Though it was a potentially dangerous endeavor, Pedius felt the promised gains were worth the risk.

Reaching up with one of his large hands, he wiped some sweat from his forehead. Glaring over at the slave that was following along with a fan, he berated the young man. “If you can’t fan any quicker, I will see that you are sold into a silver mine!” As the frightened slave began to fan quicker, the large man continued on his way back towards his home.

With everything moving into place for his patron’s plans, Pedius felt it might be a good time for business trip to the North of Africa. That way, if something went wrong, he would be able to more easily slip away from any retribution.

(ooc just moving some elements of the story ahead, for those still carrying out other things, don't worry about hurrying through or anything)

As the afternoon started to turn into evening, Antonius Justus was in his office meeting with many of his important clients regarding the needed arrangements for relocating to Judaea. “In addition to the three legions already in the provinces, XXI Rapax is redeploying as well. Dexius,” he focused on one of the men gathered in the room as he continued, “I want to double the standard engineers for the legion, they will figure heavily into my plans.”

The young aid nodded in understanding of what he needed to work on. The rest of the group all seemed busy concentrating on what they needed to be getting done over the next few days. Antonius realized it was likely time to finish for the day. His daughter had recently returned from shopping and her and Berit were getting ready for the party, something he should be doing. Standing up, he looked over the group as he said, “That is all for now. We will be departing within the ten day, so there is much to be done.” Standing up as well, the gathered clients gave slight bows before making their way from the room.

“Lucius Marius, could you please stay a moment.” Antonius called out as he said a few farewells to some of the clients who were slow in leaving. Lucius Marius moved off to one side as the rest of the group made their way out until it was only himself and Antonius Justus remaining. Looking over at the long time client of his family, Antonius walked back over towards his desk. “I was informed early today that XXI Rapax is currently without any tribunals, not a good situation for a legion preparing to enter a potentially hostile area. I wished to extend to you the offer of making Brutus one of the tribunals of the legion.”

Lucius Marius bowed slightly as he replied. “Thank you Antonius Justus, you honor my family with this appoitment.” Antonius smiled as he came forward, placing a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “Think nothing of it old friend. Brutus is a fine young man, and this is to long in coming in truth.” Holding out his other hand, Antonius extended a rolled piece of parchment. “This is Brutus’ letter of introduction to the legatus of XXI Rapax, Kaeso Sosius Durus. He is a good man, Brutus can learn much from him.”

When Lucius Marius took the letter, Antonius moved back over towards his desk. “Now I think we both have much to do. Thank you for your continued loyalty Lucius.” The other man again gave a slight bow and his thanks before departing. Now alone, Antonius Justus looked down at the many papers on his desk for a moment before turning and making his way towards his bed chamber to begin changing for the party.

Curius gave the cow herder a slightly dubious expression when the young man mentioned his ignorance of the empire. “You know, the legions, Rome’s defense against the barbarians and other threats to our way of life.”

Shaking his head slightly, he decided he might as well explain in more detail. “Anyway, I am tasked with the duty of keeping the over five thousand soldiers of the legion equipped with everything they need for battle. There are hundreds of uses for someone with your skills, from repairing leather straps on armor and shields, to fixing packs for equipment and harnesses and many more tasks. You would not be required to fight, only help in the upkeep of the equipment of those that will be fighting Rome’s enemies.”

As the afternoon began to grow late, the crowds in the shopping areas of the city began to thin out. Curius Fronto rather preferred not having to fight through thick crowds as he went about his duties. The quartermaster of legion XXI Rapax, he had numerous duties to ensure the legion had all the supplies it required. Word had just arrived from the legatus that they were being sent to Judaea and the legion was to move closer to Ostia to facilitate boarding ships in the next week.

Thus Curius was in Rome to get the legion’s supplies to their new camp. He also had found out that in addition to the over five thousand members of XXI Rapax, he was also responsible for supplying over three thousand auxiliaries that were being assigned to the legion. The increased number of men meant almost double the work for him, not to mention the need for more supply personnel.

Dressed in a green tunic and leather armor, Curius turned down a street when he spotted something that made him stop. Up ahead was a young man pushing a cart down the street and hanging from the cart were several leather goods. Even from where he was, Curius could tell they were finely made, stepping up to the man, he called out. “Hold citizen. Did you craft these leather goods?”

Not really waiting for an answer, the quartermaster examined some of them a bit more closely, confirming that they were as well made as he had believed. “I could use someone so skilled in leatherworking. Have you never considered working for the legions? The pay is good, your meals provided and you could continue selling such trinkets on the side if you wish.”

Lucilla nodded sadly at the mention of the fire six years ago. She had heard about the incident, though she had been in Rome, her father serving on the Senate at the time. “I remember hearing of that, but I don’t think I ever knew that his mother was killed in the fire.” Brutus’ comment that his father had mourned the slave woman was somewhat telling to Lucilla, but she didn’t make any mention of it.

When Brutus leaned in and whispered about seeing Berit and Pyris interact in other situations, she glanced up at him briefly, wondering if he meant what she though he might be implying. If it was, it was nothing Lucilla would have a hand in arranging, Berit in fact had much more freedom that most slaves enjoyed. “It might.” Was all she said before she looked back at Brutus, smiling warmly once more. “But the day is growing late, and I still do not have a dress for tonight, and likely your father is expecting you and Pyris to return soon. I am sure we will see each other soon.” With that, she made her way over towards the shopkeeper.

“I am afraid I must be going today, but I will most assuredly return tomorrow to make some purchases. You have such a selection of wonderful items, there is much that has my interest.”

Berit noticed that Lucilla seemed ready to go, her and Pyris had managed to go over most of what was on the list. Looking over at Pyris, she gave him a slight smile as she handed his list back. “I am sorry, but it seems it is time for us to go. There are only a few more items, I am sure you can likely figure them our, or Brutus can assist you.” When Pyris took back the list, the redheaded young woman made her way back towards Lucilla as the raven haired woman started towards the exit.

Velius nodded to Brutus as he started to leave as well. “It was good to meet you Brutus Marius.” He then hurried slightly to catch up with Lucilla and Berit.

Though Lucilla had remained focused on Brutus, she had heard the old man talk to the shopkeeper in a number of languages, though she had only understood the Greek and Gaelic, but had recognized the last as Germanic. When Brutus had held out the silver ring Pyris had made for him, Lucilla took it examining it closely as she listened to the large man speak very highly of his father’s slave. Like Berit, she suspected that Lucius Marius was Pyris’ father, she sometimes wondered if Brutus suspected as well. If he did, he appeared to not be bothered by the fact, having some obvious respect for Pyris’ abilities.

“It is indeed extraordinary work.” She commented after she had carefully studied the ring, offering it back Brutus. “If he is capable of such work with only basic skills, I have to wonder if he will have any equal once he fully masters the craft.”

When she saw Brutus look over to where Berit was speaking to Pyris, she was slightly surprised by the emotion and caring she saw in Brutus’ eyes. She offered the large man an understanding smile as she replied. “Perhaps with time he will learn to not fear interaction with others as much. But if he spends too much time with Berit, she will either drag him from his seclusion somewhat forcefully or make him withdraw even further in fear. She can be very direct at times.”

Over by the shy Pyris, the redheaded young woman Lucilla was just talking about took the list from Pyris’ hand. “Do not feel embarrassed Pyris.” She said quietly in Greek. “It is rather rare for a slave such as ourselves to be able to read. I have been lucky to be educated alongside Lucilla for the most part. Now while Lucilla and Brutus talk and flirt, lets make sure we get what your master Lucius Marius requires.” With that, she began to help identify the objects that were on the list, showing Pyris what was what as she did so.

“And I am pleased to meet you Brutus Marius, I have heard of your father.” Velius replied, though obviously a bit intimidated by the much larger man. He remained silent as Brutus and Lucilla continued to talk. Berit gave a slight smirk at how well she had read the young Velius. Even once his father arranged the traditional betrothal for Velius, if he continued as he was, he would likely still have competition for his wife’s attention.

Now that she was being essentially ignored, the young redhead moved away from the two men and her mistress, making her way over towards where Pyris was still looking over things as well as his list. “Yes, your father is very detail minded from what I have seen.” Lucilla replied to Brutus. “I believe it gives my father yet another thing to like and respect about him.”

When Brutus asked if she had found anything much to her liking, Lucilla just shrugged slightly. “Nothing as yet, but then we have really only just arrived in the Campus Martius before coming into this shop.” Realizing she still held the wood figuring in one hand, the raven haired woman knew she should at least mention it in passing. “Though, Berit did purchase this from a street vendor along with a leather bracelet.”

As Berit neared Pyris, she gave the quite young man a slight smile. “Good afternoon Pyris, did you need some help with your shopping list?” She asked, her eyes glancing towards the list in his hand before looking back at his face.

Lucilla smiled at Brutus as he moved over towards her and the others, as the son of one of her father’s important clients, she had known him for several years. “Good afternoon Brutus, so wonderful to see you as well.” She replied. “My I introduce Velius Seneca, the son of one of my father’s Rome based clients, Ameilius Seneca.” She added, gesturing to the shorter Velius.

Berit simply smiled in reply as Lucilla spoke, glad that as a slave she really didn’t have to comment with her mistress present to speak for her. She glanced over towards the smaller figure of Pyris, noting a slight look of sadness before her started going back to looking at a list in his hand. He seemed slightly confused by the list, and she though of going over to see if he needed help, but figured it would probably be better she remain where she was for the moment, at lest until Brutus focused his attention a bit more on Lucilla.

Though there were obvious differences between Pyris and Brutus, Berit could also see some of the similarities, which made her rather certain that Lucius Marius was father to both. It was not at all uncommon for Roman slave owners to father children with their female slaves. Berit felt fortunate that Lucilla’s father was not such an owner.

“My primary purpose today is to find myself a new dress for the party the Emperor is holding tonight for father. But beyond that, I always enjoy the opportunity to experience the vast array of goods sold in Rome, it has been to long since I have been able to do so.” Lucilla continued, her warm smile still in place. “And what of you and Pyris? Acquiring some supplies for your father?”

(ooc, Seniara, it is no longer morning, more early afternoon. Going to have to make up for the fact that Lucilla entered the shop well before the Ancient Healer )

Lucilla and Velius had only spent a little time looking at some of the colorful fabrics in the shop before Berit had caught up with the pair. The raven haired woman looked at the redheaded Celtic girl with a smile. “There you are, something must have caught your eye for you to fall behind like that.”

When Berit did not smile back at the slight teasing, Lucilla realized something was bothering the younger woman. Berit came closer to Lucilla, holding out a small wooden figurine. “Yes, some well made leather goods, but what is more unusual is the vendor gave me this saying you would likely find it interesting.” The raven haired woman took the small figurine and held it up to examine it.

When she saw what it was, she slightly caught her breath before she recovered her shock. Velius seemed oblivious to her surprise, still looking at the fabrics. The small raven was finely carved, but the implication that this vendor could somehow know of her connection with her raven, Crito, was what was truly disturbing. She was about to question Berit more about this vendor when another individual entered the shop.

The old man that entered caught Lucilla’s attention, the questions about the carver of the raven figurine now somewhat less important as she studied the new comer. He appeared quite old, but not in the way of most of the elderly she had met. In many ways, there was something about him that reminded the raven haired Roman noblewoman of the old woman her father had found for her magical instruction on Crete. For as old as the man appeared, he seemed rather healthy for that age, he also possessed an aura of great wisdom.

It was at that moment that the shop keeper arrived to, greeting the four and asking if they needed assistance. Lucilla turned towards the woman with a smile. “For now I am just surveying your impressive wares. The elder appears to have a clear idea of what he requires, please assist him first, it could be some time before I make up my mind.” She then looked over towards the old man with a warm smile before returning to examining the exotic items within the shop.

As Lucilla returned to browsing, Berit noticed as two young men entered the shop, two that she recognized right away. One was the son of one of a client of Lucilla’s father, Lucius Marius. The other was one of Lucius’ slaves and an apprentice silversmith. Leaning in towards Lucilla slightly, the redheaded young woman whispered. “Brutus and Pyris.”

Berit returned the cow herder’s smile as he took her money for the leather bracelet. But when he reached down and picked up the small object he had been whittling, her smile faded at his words. Glancing down at the small finely carved sculpture of a raven, she was very bothered how he could possibly even have an idea it might be of importance to Lucilla.

While his apparent knowledge was troublesome, the redheaded young woman realized she couldn’t let it visibly effect her so much and quickly brought a smile back to her face. Meeting his eyes, she nodded as she spoke. “It is finely sculpted, I am sure my mistress will appreciate it greatly. Perhaps you should seek more work in carving? I had best be going so I don’t fall too far behind.”

With that she started back down the street towards the shop Lucilla and Velius had gone into, taking another glance in the direction that she had thought someone had been watching her from previously to ensure that no one was paying unusual attention to her.

Berit regarded the cow herder with a look of amusement over the fact he could be selling goods, but not be sure what to sell them at. “Well, I am afraid I don’t know what prices are like here in Rome either. I have been in Greece the last four years.” She replied. It was then that she had a feeling as if someone had been watching her. Taking a quick look around her, she didn’t see anyone that looked like a threat.

The slim redhead also noticed as Lucilla and Velius entered into one of the shops a little way into the Campus. Focusing back on the cow herder, she continued. “Something like this would usually sell for two or three sestertii in Greece. How about I give you five?”

Lucilla had proceeded with Berit to the home of her father’s client, where they were greeted by his son Velius Seneca. Velius was about a year younger than Lucilla, and currently serving as a minor magistrate in nearby Ostia. While rather average looking, he did seem quite fit and choose to walk along side the litter as they made their way to the Campus Martius to start the shopping trip.

Berit had remained silent as Lucilla and Velius had talked during their trip through the streets of Rome. The young man seemed to find Lucilla’s unmarried status as an opportunity to possibly earn favor with her in the hopes it could lead to a possible marriage and thereby improve his families connection with Lucilla’s family. It was nothing new, over the years, many young men from various families had all thought the same thing. To Berit, the intricate game was rather tedious, but Lucilla never seemed to tire of it.

So while the two talked, the young Celtic woman had spent her time regarding the sites of the city. Though she had been too Rome before, and even spent a few years here when Lucilla’s father had served in the Senate, the grandeur of the city always amazed her. Even the cities of Greece, where she had just spent the last four years were not quite as impressive.

Finally they arrived at the entrance to the Campus Martius, Lucilla having the slaves stop and place the litter off to the side of the street in an area several others waited in. While they could have continued on aboard the litter, the raven haired woman had felt that it would be good to walk past each of the shops, making seeing what each had to offer much easier. The litter bearers were more than happy for the break, moving to a shaded area to rest.

As the three started into the row of shops, Berit stopped by an old wagon that was set up as a cart just near the entrance. She could still see Lucilla and Velius from there, knowing Lucilla would likely not move to quickly ahead, so she began examining the leather items the man had for sale. Finding a leather bracelet that she found interesting, she looked down at the man who was whittling a piece of wood. “How many Sestertii for this one?” She asked him in Latin.

Further ahead, Lucilla and Velius were still talking as Lucilla came to a halt in front of store with a display of vibrant fabrics. “This one looks like an interesting place to start.” She commented as a slight grin came to Velius’ face. “You have a good eye milady. This is indeed one of the more exotic shops on the street, though there are a number of rumors regarding the woman who runs it.”

Lucilla looked back at the young man with an arched eyebrow. “Is that so? What kind of rumors?” Velius leaned in a bit closer so he could be heard over the crowds in the street as he spoke a bit quieter. “Quite a few of them actually. They came from unknown parts, one of the barbarian lands, and quickly earned citizenship and wealth. Some say they perform sorcerous rituals at night, that they deal with demons and dark gods. But still, the wondrous items they sell are in high demand.”

A slight smile came to Lucilla’s face as she focused back on the shop. “Is that so, all the more reason to have a closer look at what they have to offer then.” With that she made her way into the shop, followed closely by Velius.

(ooc This post is a slight move ahead in time in the thread, but something that I feel might be helpful for anyone still considering joining and looking for possible ways to join in. I will get back to the little shopping trip and some actual rping interaction in this rping thread Things will develop a little slow at the start of this, but as things move forward there should be much more interaction.)

Kaeso Sosius stood quietly to the side as he watched the meeting between Emperor Hadrian and one of the provincial governors, Antonius Justus Nerva. Kaeso Sosius had been a little surprised by the Emperor’s new orders for XXI Rapax, given his to date non-aggressive stance for the empire. Judaea and Arabia Petraea were right at the boarder with the Parthian Empire making conflicts with Parthian forces common occurrences, even in this time of peace. In addition, local uprisings seemed quite common in the region and the new Caesar was wanting to halt these civil disturbances.

Emperor Hadrian had recalled Antonius Justus from Greece to make him the new governor of the area, which made him Kaeso Sosius’ direct superior. The legatus had never met the governor before, but he had heard of him by reputation. There were already three other legions in the region, legions I Parthica, II Parthica and III Parthica, all raised for the Eastern campaigns and left to garrison there once the war ended. The addition of XXI Rapax would make a formidable force, a very clear indication of the emperor’s desire to bring the troubled area to heel.

As the emperor finished explaining his wishes to Antonius Justus, the new governor of Judaea and Arabia Petraea was dismissed. As the older man made his way from the emperor’s audience chamber, Kaeso Sosius moved to join him. “Governor Nerva, I am Legatus Kaeso Sosius Durus of XXI Rapax. It is an honor to be serving with you.”

Antonius Justus looked over at the legionary commander with an intent gaze, seeming to size up the man with what he had heard of him. “Greetings Legauts Durus, I heard reports of the accomplishments of XXI Rapax in Germania. You are to be congratulated on your successes. The addition of XXI Rapax to the forces in the region is a great comfort. What is the status of the legion currently?”

Kaeso Sosius was pleased with the direct business attitude of the governor as he quickly responded. “The cohorts are currently at full strength, though the 7th and 9th are almost completely full of new recruits that replaced our losses.” The older man gave the legatus a slight smile as he replied. “Is that not usually the case?”

“Indeed.” Kaeso Sosius acknowledged. “In addition there will be a thousand auxiliary cavalry and two thousand auxiliary infantry attached to the legion making a full combat force of over eight thousand men. But I am lacking a command staff. All of my tribunals’ tours ended today.” The governor’s face became one of thoughtful contemplation for a few moments before he replied. “Six new tribunals to appoint. Given the situation we find ourselves venturing into, I will do my very best to find you the most competent young men I can legatus. It may take a few days however, but I am sure you will have plenty to arrange to prepare the legion for deployment.”

Kaeso Sosius nodded in agreement as he came to a halt, Antonius Justus halting as well to face the legatus. “Very much, in fact, unless you have further need of me at the moment I should get orders to my primus pilus to break camp and move the legion closer to Ostia to easier facilitate boarding the transports once I procure them.”

“See to your men legatus.” The governor replied. “You and I will have plenty of time to talk more over the next few days. I hope you will be attending Caesar’s party this evening?” Kaeso Sosius nodded, actually he had been slightly surprised to be invited to the party in honor of Antonius Justus and his new post. “Yes I have, until this evening governor.”

Lucilla looked out the translucent curtains around the litter her and Berit were now ridding in as they arrived at her father’s estate within the city. Once they had reached the city gates, the carpentum had not been allowed to proceed further, so the two women had boarded the waiting litter to finish their trip. As the slaves carrying the litter entered the courtyard of the estate, most of the Praetorian Guard escort broke off to return to their barracks.

Farius and three other Praetorians entered the courtyard as well, stopping near the gate and dismounting as Lucilla’s father and aide came to a halt near the group of waiting in the courtyard. Most of those gathered were the household slaves, gathered to greet their returning master. The figure wearing a toga standing in the forefront Lucilla instantly recognized, it was her uncle Livius, a member of the Roman Senate. Just behind him were two other men in togas, men Lucilla recognized as clients of the family.

As her father greeted his younger brother and clients, the slaves set down the litter, allowing Lucilla and Berit to climb out and make their way over towards the group. Her uncle faced her with a wide smile as he came over towards her. “Lucilla, it is so good to see you again. Has it really been over a year since I came to visit you in Athens?” Livius gave her a slight kiss on the cheek, Roman propriety frowning on most public displays of affection. “Yes it has uncle. It is good to see you well.”

Berit remained back from the group, though still separate from the rest of the household staff. As the greetings finished, Centurion Farius moved over towards Lucilla’s father. “Excuse me governor, but Caesar wished to see you as soon as possible after your arrival. Myself and a small detachment await to escort you to Caesar as soon as you are ready.”

Nodding, Antonius Justus replied. “Thank you centurion. Please, you and your men should relax as you wait.” Signaling towards one of the waiting slaves, he continued. “Furio will show you to where you can wait as well as provide you with food and drink. I shouldn’t be long, I just wish to change and wash off some of the dust from the road.”

The centurion nodded as he and the other Praetorians followed after the male slave. Antonius Justus then turned to Lucilla as he asked, “I presume you wish to rest some after such a tiring journey Lucilla?” Lucilla actually shook her head as she responded. “Later father, first I would like to spend some time finding an appropriate dress for the party this evening.”

Livius chuckled slightly as he looked at his brother and niece with a grin. “Best be careful brother, not even an hour back in Rome and she is ready to make her way to the Campus Martius and shop. You really should see to marrying her off so she can spend her husband’s money and not yours.” While some might have felt that Livius was being somewhat out of line, being the younger brother, Lucilla knew that her uncle meant well, both for her father and her.

Her father did not seem bothered by his brother’s comment as he nodded to Lucilla. “Very well, don’t spend to much time shopping however, you should get some rest before tonight.” One of her father’s clients then spoke up. “If you wish Antonius, my oldest son is at home at the moment, I am sure he would be honored to provide your daughter with an appropriate escort for her trip into the city.”

Her father thought for a moment before nodding. “Lucilla, be sure to stop by Aemilius’ home before continuing.” Leaving things at that, he then turned back towards the entrance to the home, walking along side Livius as the younger brother began telling some of the more recent news of Rome. Aemilius gave instruction to a young slave that was nearby, the boy running off ahead to notify Ameilius son to expect Lucilla. As their master left, the slaves gathered in the courtyard looked to Lucilla to be sure they were free to return to their duties.

Nodding her consent, the raven haired woman then looked back over towards Berit with a smile. The younger woman seemed to be having some mixed emotions regarding their shopping trip. While she was sure to want to see the sights of Rome once more, she was also likely somewhat worried about possible dangers to Lucilla. Making their way over to the litter, the carriers still waiting, the two young women climbed aboard as Lucilla gave them instructions to make their way to Amerilius’ home. She likely would do as her uncle had commented and start her shopping at the Campus Martius, where the luxury shops were located, and afterwards a trip to the argiletum and the numerous bookshops as well as shoe shops located there.

The midday sun shone down over the city of Rome, the warm spring air becoming even more heated in the crowded streets of the vast city. The district to the East of the Forum was an area known as subura, the poorest part of Rome. Where most of the streets of Rome were broad, those in subura were much narrower, the crowded buildings in the district also forming narrow alleyways that were notoriously dangerous.

Sentius Libo carefully made his way down the narrow alleys of subura, keeping a close watch on those near him. He had already made a large detour through the twisting maze of alleys to avoid an area controlled by one of the gangs that held power in some sections of the district. While subura was not Sentius’ favorite place to journey into, he was far more comfortable in the district than his patron would. The wealthy very rarely ventured into the district, though Sentius had heard that Julius Caesar himself had once lived in the subura.

As the alleyway before him opened into an open air market, Sentius breathed a sigh of relief. While the market of subura, where the cities poor did their shopping, was more dangerous than others in the city, it was a good deal safer than most of subura and also near the edge of the district.

Moving out among the crowd that was drifting between vegetable stores, wool merchants, and numerous other stores offering everything for daily life in the city, Sentius thought how pleased his patron would be with the success of his mission in subura. Passing by a blacksmith shop, the clanging of the shopkeeper’s hammer on his anvil ringing out over the noise of the crowds, Sentius could see the street leading back towards the heart of the city.

Finally clearing the throng of people in the subura market, Sentius passed through more affluent neighborhoods before he reached the Forums of Rome. Great open spaces, with large columned buildings, the various Forums, each built by different emperors, were the center of life in Rome. With wheeled vehicles prohibited from driving through the streets of Rome from sunrise until the tenth hour (4 in the afternoon), the streets and squares of the Forums were crowded with pedestrians as well as occasional slave carried litters for the wealthy. Everywhere businessmen were making deals, financiers discussed loans, and the loud voices of lawyers could be heard speaking for their clients from the nearby courtrooms. Soothsayers seemed to be everywhere, yelling out either dire predictions or visions of some fortuitous event. There were also numerous performers, all hoping to catch the attention of some rich patron and be invited to perform at a private party.

A majority of the men in the Forum were dressed in togas, in fact, it was traditional for fathers to bring their sons to the Forum when they wore their toga for the first time. The wealthy were quite easy to spot, both due to their expensive clothing and jewelry, but also because of the throng of clients that tended to follow in their wake, both to see to their every need, but also to offer protection for them. Sentius made his way through the Forum of Julius Caesar, the first such Forum, as he made his way towards the newest and largest, the Forum of Trajan. As he went, he spotted a man surrounded by several adoring women, Atilius Cornutus, one of the current stars of the Circus Maxiums. Atilius was a chariot racer for the parasina (green) team and had achieved over one hundred victories. Most Romans were passionate about chariot racing, supporting one of the four teams. Even Emperors were know to provide significant backing for their favorite team.

Passing by, Sentius finally arrived at the Forum of Trajan. After a brief search, Sentius finally found his patron, Pedius Figulus, a wealthy merchant. Pedius was a large, overweight man dressed in expensive clothing, his fat fingers covered with extravagant rings to display his wealth. A slave boy with a fan followed him through the form, fanning the overweight man as he tried to keep up with his own patron. Sentius did not recognize the man Pedius was fawning after, but he was obviously a senator. Not wanting to interrupt Pedius’ interaction with his important patron, Sentius choose to wait until he had an opportunity to speak with Pedius alone and report the success of his mission.

(ooc thought I would use this post to provide a few more aspects of life in Rome and (hopefully) other character ideas for anyone else interested in joining in.)

Legatus Kaeso Sosius Durus walked calmly along in front of the lines of soldiers in formation for inspection. In his late thirties, Kaeso Sosius had spent most of his adult life serving in the legions of Rome. For the last six years he had held the rank of legionary commander. Both of his forearms showed scars that he had received in battles for the Empire and his face was weathered by the various harsh climates he had found himself stationed in over the years.

Dressed in red tunics and lorica segmentata, or banded armor, these men were the finest soldiers under his command. Each held a pilum in his right hand, a seven foot long spear. On the right hip each had a gladius, a two foot long sword for close quarters fighting. In the left hand, each man carried the curved rectangular shield, painted red, of the Roman legions.

Arranged in five groups of one hundred and sixty men, these were the members of the 1st Cohort of Legion XXI Rapax, the “Greedy”. Their named stemmed not from any pursuit of monetary wealth but from the legion’s desire to sweep everything before them in battle. Where the other nine cohorts any legion were made up of six centuries of eighty men each, the five centuries of the 1st Cohort were always double strength, making the entire cohort just a little shy of twice the size of any of the others. The members of the 1st Cohort were also the hand picked elite, veterans of many battles.

As Kaeso Sosius walked down the well ordered lines, looking over the men with pride, he was followed closely by the senior Centurion of the Cohort, and in fact of the entire legion, the primus pilus. Tuccius was a fifteen year veteran having served with numerous legions before becoming the primus pilus of XXI Rapax. He had more than proven himself to Kaeso Sosius over the last two years while XXI Rapax had been assigned to garrison duty in Germania.

“The men seem no less battle ready than they were over a month ago before our return to Rome. Well done Tuccius.” Kaeso Sosius commented as he started back towards the front of the formation. “Though it has been difficult to contend with the more sedate feeling here, the men have kept very busy with drills as well as working to train the new recruits within the 7th and 9th Cohorts legatus.” Tuccius responded, the tone at the end an indication that he was far less pleased with the state of those new recruits.

Kaeso Sosius couldn’t help but agree, while there was a need to replace the losses they had incurred in Germania, it was always a difficult task to try to bring the newer recruits to full fighting shape quickly. In most any legion, the 7th and 9th Cohorts would be filled with newer recruits. And while every effort was made to provide them with the best training possible, it was likely not until they saw battle that they would truly become legionnaires. “Keep at them Tuccius. Who can say how much longer we will be here before we are sent out once again. In fact, I am afraid I must end this sooner than I would like, I need to make my way to Rome, where I will be receiving our new orders Kaeso Sosius turned to look at the old solider with a faint smile. “And believe me, I will have similar trials of my own. I am afraid I will be returning from Rome with six new tribunes, all of whom will likely need to be broken in as well.”

The veteran soldier shook his head slightly at the mention of the replacement of the six staff officers of the legion, all young men of the Equestrian or Senatorial classes. These six positions were political appointments, made by the provincial governor of the province in which the legion was stationed. “A shame legatus, you have finally forged our current tribunes into competent soldiers. I wish them well with whatever appointments await them.”

Kaeso Sosius couldn’t help but smile at the rare compliment from Tuccius. For most of the current young men acting as tribunes, they would move on to political careers, acting as minor magistrates for several years before they ever served in a legion again. An effective mix of military and civilian government experience, leading to a Roman senate where at any given time nearly half had at some time served as a legionary commander. The appointment of the new tribunals would fall to the provincial governor of wherever the legion was bound to next, usually a result of favors owed to the fathers of the young men. Climbing atop his waiting horse, Kaeso Sosius looked down at his primus pilus as he replied. “An inevitable change, but I will pass along your best wishes Tuccius. I am sure they will be proud to have earned your respect. I won’t be back until the morrow at the earliest. The camp is yours.”

Riding back towards XXI’s camp, the sound of Tuccius dismissing the members of the 1st Cohort faintly audible as he rode away, Kaeso Sosius looked over the fortified camp that had been XXI Rapax’s home for the last month. It was laid out as any legion camp would be, with a ditch and palisade surrounding the camp, the tents and other set up structures inside. At each of the four corners, stretching out along the North and South sides of the palisade were the stable areas for the legion’s horses. The tens for the soldiers were set up within, with two wide open areas dividing the camp, one running East to West, the other North to South. The North section of the North/South opening was actually filled with a few tents, one being Kaeso Sosius’, another being a headquarters meeting tent and the last a tent for an alter to the gods.

Riding in through the Southern entrance to the camp, Kaeso Sosius continued passed groups of men sitting outside their tents, resting after a long day of training. Arriving at the headquarters tent, he left his horse with a young stable boy, who tide the horse along side the six others that were already waiting there. Striding into the tent, Kaeso Sosius found the six current tribunals waiting for him, gathered around the large wooden table set up in the center of the tent. The six young men had all been with him for two or three years, the youngest being twenty, the oldest twenty two. Each had grown dramatically in their time with XXI Rapax, and would the legion ever had to go into battle as a whole, Kaeso Sosius would not have felt hesitant to place any of them in command of large sections of the legion. But now it was time for him to say farewell to them, as they moved on to the next stage of their careers.

“Good afternoon legatus.” Said the senior of the tribunals, Gaius Ovidius Gratus, the tribunus laticlavius, a positioned reserved for a member of the senatorial class. “We trust the 1st Cohort is as disciplined as ever.” Kaeso Sosius nodded with a slight grin as he moved to the head of the table. “Indeed they are, but would any of us expect less with Tuccius as primus pilus?” The smiles visible around the table told that nothing less was expected. With a quickly gesture from Kaeso Sosius a slave brought goblets of wine to those gathered in the tent.

Taking his last, Kaeso Sosius raised his goblet in front of him. “My friends, your time with XXI Rapax has come to its end. You have brought honor to yourselves and your families. You have the thanks of the entire legion for the jobs you have done and go with both my and the primus pilus’ personal thanks. To the next endeavors that await you, may the gods smile upon you as they have done so far.” Each of the young men around the table raised his goblet before they all drank. As they set down their empty goblets, Kaeso Sosius proudly looked from man to man for a moment before he spoke once more. “Now my friends, let is be off to Rome, were we shall learn what lies in store for each of you.”

Inside the carpentum, Lucilla looked out through the gossamer linen the covered the sides of the wagon. Watching as the Praetorians formed around the carpentum and her father, who rode ahead, she looked over at her companion, Berit. “An escort by the Praetorians, it would seem the new emperor wishes to honor my father.”

The redheaded younger woman smirked slightly as her bright green eyes peered out at one of the Praetorians ridding to the side of the wagon. He was far enough away that he likely could hear nothing of their conversation, but one could never be too careful. “They are not arresting your father, that is definitely a good sign.” Berit replied in Greek, though she spoke fluent Latin, a trace of her native Celtic accent apparent in her speech. While many of the upper class in Rome might speak Greek, it was rather unlikely that any of the Praetorians understood the language.

Lucilla could not help but give Berit an amused smile as she replied in Greek. “Berit, sometimes I believe you are a bit to paranoid. Why would the new Caesar wish to arrest my father? It is not particularly unusual for him to be recalled to Rome now, he held his position in Greece for the typical length of such an appointment.”

The redheaded woman shrugged, seemingly unconvinced as she leaned back on some cushions. “An appointment made by Emperor Trajan. Perhaps the new Caesar wishes to fill such important posts with those more loyal to him.” Lucilla’s face went more serious now as she evenly replied. “My father has always been loyal to Rome, it is not as if he is unknown to Emperor Hadrian.”

The raven haired woman’s expression then softened once more as she continued. “But whatever the case, so far there seems to be nothing to substantiate your concerns.” Berit seemed to let herself relax slightly as she replied. “So far. I hope Crito is not sitting idle, but following along with us.”

Lucilla gave a little grin as she closed her eyes, focusing on the connection she had with the raven she had named Crito. Though the bird’s eyes she could see the city and countryside spread out beneath it as it flew high in the early morning sky. “He is currently flying ahead of us.” She replied as she opened her eyes once more letting the connection fade into its more dormant state.

Lucilla’s connection with the raven was part of what she had gained as a follower of Hecate, the goddess of the dark and magic, know as Trivia in Rome. Over the last four years in Greece, the raven haired woman had learned many secrets of the goddess, studying with a few of her followers that she had managed to locate. With magic viewed by many within the Roman Empire with suspicion, Lucilla made sure that very few knew of her talent. Her father knew, having helped to secure the training for her, and of course Berit knew.

Lucilla looked back outside the wagon at one of the nearby Praetorians as she heard Berit speak once more. “I wonder if these Praetorians are indeed as skilled warriors as they are rumored to be?” Watching the Praetorian closest to them, who seemed to be about Lucilla’s age, she couldn’t help but smile at Berit’s comment. “Are you intent on only trying to determine if every new man you encounter is one you can best in combat?” The raven haired woman asked.

Looking over at the redheaded woman, Lucilla recalled when her father had first brought the young girl to their home in Britainia. The six year old Berit had been among those captured by her father when he had lead a Legion in a series of campaigns against the Celts. He had felt the young girl could make a suitable companion for the eight year old Lucilla. Berit had been a bit wild when Lucilla had first met her, but with a little time, she had been able to get the younger girl to trust her.

The Celtic girl learned Latin rather quickly as she became Lucilla’s closest friend, staying with the family as the relocated as Lucilla’s father moved from post to post within the Empire. While officially a slave of the family, Berit was in fact treated as anything but a slave. For twelve years she had been Lucilla’s confidant and friend. When Berit had reached adolescence she had begun to demonstrate unusual abilities, as she quickly became stronger than any girl her age, and even boys of the same age. With this development of her unusual strength, Lucilla’s father had arranged for Berit to receive training with a sword, allowing her to fill an additional role as Lucilla’s protector.

“It is always good to measure up potential enemies, particularly to determine which of them might be the greatest threat.” Berit replied as she seemed to relax a bit more. Lucilla couldn’t help but laugh at her friend. As the procession continued towards Rome, the two young women continued to talk, this time in Latin, as they discussed more mundane subjects.

The early morning sun shone down upon Farius as he lead his horse down the decumanus maximus, or main street, of Ostia, the port city of Rome. Located twenty miles West of Rome along the Tiber on the banks of the Tyrrhenian Sea, Ostia was the gateway to Rome. As a major port, it was a thriving city about a fourth the size of Rome itself. Behind him, Farius could hear the hooves of the thirty other horses on the paved road. A centurion of the Praetorian Guard, Farius was leading a detachment of thirty other Praetorians to escort an arriving provincial governor back to Rome to meet with Emperor Hadrian.

As they made their way through Ostia, Farius’ mind went back to what he knew of the man they were being sent to greet. Antonius Justus Nerva was a man with a long history of great service to Rome. In addition to numerous minor offices held early in his career, he had twice served as a legion commander, in Britainia and Spain, served in the Roman senate several times and had just finished four years as provincial governor of Greece. While Antonius Justus was a respected military commander, and skilled governor, there were aspects of his private life that made him something of a scandal within Roman high society.

Though his wife had died some ten years ago, Antonius Justus had never married again. This itself was not particularly scandalous, though for someone as successful and powerful it was a bit unusual. What truly was whispered about was the fact that he had never betrothed and married off his only daughter, something almost unheard of in Roman society, particularly within the senatorial class. To Farius, a man who had spent eight years in the Roman legions before being chosen as a Praetorian, though there were aspects of Antonius Justus that seemed strange, the only thing that mattered to him was that the Emperor seemed to favor Antonius, and that was enough.

As the detachment of Praetorians reached the docks, Farius saw that the galley carrying Antonius Justus and his household had just arrived. Several horses were already waiting for the governor and any of his staff that would ride, as well as a carpeatum, a large four wheeled covered coach, most likely for his daughter. Halting the column of Praetorians near the waiting horses and carpeatum, Farius dismounted, as did the rest of the detachment. Handing the rains of his horse to one of the nearby slaves, Farius made his way down the dock towards where the gangplank was being placed for the passengers of the galley to disembark.

As Farius reached the bottom of the gangplank, a man he could only guess to be Antonius Justus appeared at the top. He was not dressed in a toga, as Farius had half expected, but instead in his military uniform, for his position as provincial governor was both a military and political post. Though the armor he wore of his green tunic was largely ceremonial, Farius could not help note that the man before him still seemed to posses a great deal of youthful vigor as he descended from the galley, followed by two aids. One also in military uniform the other in a toga.

“Greetings Antonius Justus Nevra, I am Centurion Farius of the 2nd Cohort of Caesar’s Praetorian Guard. I am hear to welcome you back to Rome and provide escort for you and your household back to your estate within the city. Many of your peers within the senate look forward to greeting you upon your arrival in Rome and Caesar shall be hosting a feast in your honor this evening.” The Praetorian centurion said in greeting, bowing his head slightly to the governor.

“Thank you for the welcome Centurion Farius, it is good to be home, for how ever short a period it may be.” Replied the governor as Farius looked back up for his first up close view of the man. Antonius Justus was at least as tall as Farius and was still quite lean, very likely from continued military training. His tanned features were somewhat stoic, though his eyes seemed keenly perceptive of everything around him. His armor was a leather breastplate with silver inlaid upon the chest in the form of a hand holding aloft a sword and bolts of lightning leaping from either side of the blade.

As the governor spoke, two other figures appeared at the top of the gangplank and began their descent that Farius could not help but notice. The first could only be the governor’s daughter, a woman of no more than twenty years. She walked with apparent grace, dressed in a soft white stola, a long dress that went down to her sandaled feet. At the shoulders, the stola was tide over them, leaving her neckline and arms bare. Over her right shoulder was also a palla, a red colored cloth that crossed in front of her body down to her left hip. Her skin was of a deep olive complexion, likely from the warm sun in Greece and her long raven black hair seemed almost to cascade down her back. Her lovely face had a serene expression, though her eyes were no less perceptive than those of her father. Several pieces of golden jewelry set with precious stones adorned the raven haired woman, further testament to her important station.

The second figure was also a young woman, about two years younger than the governor’s daughter. She was also wearing a white stola, though of slightly inferior material and was not wearing a palla. Though her face was also quite lovely, the most striking feature of this other woman was her brilliant red hair. Farius also noticed her green eyes seemed to continually scan the area and her body was much more tense than the governor’s or his daughter’s. The redheaded woman also wore several pieces of jewelry, though it was of silver, with amber gems.

The governor noticed Farius’ attention focus briefly on the two women as the made their way down from the galley. His expression not changing he spoke once more. “May I introduce my daughter, Lucilla Justina Nevra, and her servant Berit.” The second introduction slightly surprised Farius, for the redheaded girl was dressed far better than any slave he had known. The Praetorian centurion also couldn’t help but wonder if in the last few years the girl was not part of the reason Antonius Justus had not remarried.

Focusing on Lucilla, Farius again bowed his head. “My lady, it is a privilege to meet you and to act as your escort back to the home you have been long absent from.” The centurion then focused back on the governor as he continued. “If you are ready governor, it is still many miles back to Rome, we had best be on our way soon.” With a nod from the older man, Farius lead the group back towards the waiting horses and carpentum.

As his daughter and her redheaded servant climbed into the carpentum, seating themselves on the soft cushions within, Antonius Justus and his military aide climbed onto two of the waiting horses while Farius and the other Praetorians mounted their horses. The governor’s other aide remained behind to over see more of the unloading of the galley. As soon as everyone was ready, Farius gave the signal to return to Rome, and the small procession started back along the road through Ostia.

((ooc Many might recognize the title of this thread from a scene in Gladiator where Commodus and his sister are talking about Rome. This thread is a roleplaying story idea that has been an idea of mine for well over a year now. The general concept is one developed by a friend of my on the old CoH roleplaying boards back before the game was released. This friend, who posted under the name COR, started a thread called Alterverse, where we took our characters that we had been developing in other threads and altered them for this fantasy setting the COR had developed. Similar to DC Comics Elseworlds stories, it took familiar characters and placed them in completely different settings. COR started two of these Alterverse type threads, one the fantasy setting which was the original and another a modern world where Germany had won WW II. Another friend on the old boards started a third of these type of threads, one set in the early part of Queen Victoria’s rule of England.

Following in this tradition, this thread will be set in Ancient Rome, during a period historians call “the Five Good Emperors”. The year is 119 AD, the second year of Emperor Hadrian’s rule following the death of Trajan. This is about height of the Roman Empire with it reaching the extent of its expansion in terms of territory. Though its power is at its peak, there are still several enemies threatening the empire. To the East is the Parthian Empire, against whom Rome fought several wars, one having just been fought under Trajan from 114 to 117 AD. At the end of this war, Rome annexed the provinces of Armenia, Mesopotamia and Assyria. Following Trajan’s death, Hadrian made peace with the Parthians and returned Mesopotamia and Assyria. In addition, several barbarian tribes threaten the Northern and Northeastern boarders of the empire, places like Germania and parts of present day Eastern Europe.

I will try to be accurate to the period for the most part, though there will be times that some artistic license will need to be taken. For those interested in joining the thread, characters will have to have powers toned down a great deal from the levels present in most other threads on these boards. While the characters will likely have abilities that make them greater than normal men, they should still should be a far cry from the standard heroes we play in game and write about in other threads.

I would like for characters to fit into the setting, that is ones that would logically have contact with Rome, if they are not Roman themselves, which a majority of the characters should likely be. Mythological creatures should not serve as a character, while some creatures of myth will likely appear during the thread, they are better left as potential opponents and extremely rare. Additionally, it would be nice to see a variety of characters, not that we don’t have such in other threads, but in a thread such as this, I think there might be some temptation for a number of people to choose something similar, like all being gladiators.

There are three posts that I will be posting immediately, which will both help to set the stage somewhat, but also introduce some possible means for characters to enter into the central story line. The first thread talks a bit about the political climate of Rome and introduces one of the major NPCS for the thread. An important element of Roman society to consider is the client system, a system by which members of lesser families would ally themselves with more powerful families, essentially become the client of the patron family. The clients would provide support for their patron, which could take many forms, both militarily, politically or economically. The patrons would support their clients as well, providing such things as political or military appointments.

The third post contains a lot of information about the Roman military as well as providing some potential for those who might be interested in having characters involved in the military. Please feel free to send me a private message if there are any questions on how to possibly join the thread. For now, the thread is open, but if there is a lot of interest and a large group gets involved, I might have to close it to new members for awhile.

Whew, long intro done, hope there are those out there that will find this thread interesting.))

Hmm, well, lets see....

Hollow (my main) is a graduate student at Paragon University in addition to being a hero (and leader of the Knights of Paragon on Virtue). She is trying to finish up her PhD in Anthropology.

Thevshi (the first character I ever created on the old CoH rping boards) is a teenager who has been signed to a record lable as a pop singer.

Major Whitney Thomas is a Major in the US Air Force. She is a medical doctor and also a trained xenobiologist.

Dee Farrington is a teenage girl who doesn't have to do anything as both side of her family are very wealthy.