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Hold citizen. Did you craft these leather goods?
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"Indeed I did, sir" the cow man bowed a little, the ever-present 'almost-smile' still on his face.
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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.
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"You are too kind, sir." He let his barrow rest on the ground, turning to fully face the man. "I make a living any way I can, but I'm afraid I am rather ignorant as to the workings of the empire. May I ask just what this legion would involve?"
Curius gave the cow herder a slightly dubious expression when the young man mentioned his ignorance of the empire. You know, the legions, Romes 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 Romes enemies.
(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 mans 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.
Drusus made his way to the amphitheatre and approached one of the guards to the cages beneath.
Hello good sir, we are looking for gladiator named Bel, a northerner by birth I believe.
The guard looked them over, his leering eyes lingering a little too long on Samens form.
No visitors! We cant just let anyone waltz right into the slave pits. The owners dont like strangers coming in.
Drusus had to think quickly; the guard wanted a bribe and Drusus had little coin to spare. But he had an idea, and figured the guard would have little in the way of verifying the truth of it. He just had to be convincing
He stepped away from Samen and whispered to the guard. Listen, that Regional Governer who is in town; Antonius Justus Nerva. You know, the one the party is for tonight? Well, while he is in town, he is considering investing in some gladiators and he sent me over to check this one out. To make sure he has the fighting spirit. So I need to get in and take a look just for a few minutes. Drusus tried to put on a trustworthy look as the guard scowled. He figured the guard would have no way to verify the story, and by the time he could Antonius Justus should be long gone.
Then what is the girl for? He hooked a thumb at Samen.
Um, her? Ah
she serves a couple purposes; she can speak the barbarian tongue of this Bel that Antonius Justus is considering investing in, and he is considering offering her up to the current owner to sweeten the deal. Drusus gave a grin and knowing wink to the guard.
How about you let me have a go at her first, then I let you in. The guard grinned an evil grin as he continued to look at Samen.
Drusus was stunned, that was something he had not anticipated and he wasnt sure how to respond. Thinking quickly again, he elaborated on his quickly expanding lie.
Oooh sorry. Antonius Justus promised a virgin slave to the owner. If I come back and that is no longer the case
well Ill be the one being fed to the lions. You know I really dont want to report back to him that the guard at the West entrance in the late afternoon wouldnt let me in. Especially when he will be at that party with so many senators and the emperor. Drusus shook his head as if he felt sorry for what would happen to the guard.
The guard bought it and all of a sudden looked worried. Ok. Go on in. Down the stairs and second row on the left. I'll have to take your weapons first though."
Thank you. Drusus said as he handed over four knives he had concealed within his tunic. He motioned for Samen to do the same, and then follow him.
Drusu breathed a sigh of relief when he was out of sight of the guard.
Man, sometimes I even impress myself. He smiled as he walked between the cages. The smell was not pleasant but they finally arrived at a cage containing a large man with blond hair that Drusus recognized from his vision.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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You know, the legions, Romes defense against the barbarians and other threats to our way of life.
There are hundreds of uses for someone with your skills. You would not be required to fight, only help in the upkeep of the equipment of those that will be fighting Romes enemies.
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The mention of protection against barbarians brought a slight widening to the cow herder's smile.
"It sounds very... interesting." He seemed to think about it for a time before finally speaking again. "I think I shall take the offer, " he smiled, "if, as you say, the pay is so generous."
Samen smiled at the sights Drusus kindly pointed out to her as they made their way to the Coliseum. She was awed by the archetecture.
Her nervousness returned as they approached one of the guards. She stopped and smile lightly as the two man began to talk rapidly in Latin. Her smile lessened as she noticed the leering look of the guard. Her lips were drawn thin as she picked up a few choice words. Her eyes darted to Drusus as she swallowed down her fear.
She watched the guards reaction as Drusus mentioned the emperor and senators. She smiled shyly again as Drusus was able to get them passage.
Samen relinquished her bow and quiver sadly and handed over her ornate dagger from her boot. She followed Drusus quickly down the path between the cages.
"Once again thank you so much," she replied as she glanced into the cages, her heart sinking at the sight of these men treated like animals.
She shivered as their eyes followed her. They held the preadtorial gaze that she had seen in the eyes of wolves. Intelligent but deadly. Cold and calculating. Has Bel been transformed like this? Stripped of his humanity for the sake of sport?
Samen stopped when Drusus did and turned to look into the cage. Her breath was caught in her throat as she saw Bel lying on a dirty sheet on the floor.
He sat up and stared at the two with his bright blue eyes and features quite simliar to Samen's. He shot up and ran to the bars, squeezing a hand through to touch Samen's face.
`" Little moon! What are you doing here? This is no place for you!!!"~
~" Bel"~ she whispered softly, her voice filled with tears that her eyes were shedding,~" I came to save you! My heart has been heavy since your capture. I can not leave you here to die like an animal. I've have traveled from our lands to rescue you. You do not belong in a cage. I can not live without you! You know that bond between us. If one of us dies, the other will lose the will to live. Our life forces are bound to each other. Cerridiwen requires my services still as the Morrigu does yours!"~
She cupped her hand over his and continued to cry quietly. She felt his anguish and his hate of being caged. He looked more rugged than she had last seen him and she saw the jadeness in his eyes. Their seperation for so long had filled him with despair.
~" Do not shed tears for me, my moon. I know what you wish to do, but I feel I shall never be free. No matter what you do, I shall remain enslaved to these pits until my death. Fear not, for your sake I shall fight until I have no more to give. I will live to keep you alive. Return home. Speak to Cerridiwen and free yourself from our bond. Live a good life for me. Be happy knowing I will die like a warrior,"~ he replied, wiping away one of her tears with his thumb as he leaned his head againsts the bars with a sigh.
He touched the tattoo over his heart and felt the energy flare there. He reached out and pushed his fingers through the bar to touch Samen's heart. He felt their link flare and feel all her hope and pain.
~" I can not leave you here. I need my sun,"~ she replied softly.
He lifted his head and kisses her forehead. ~" We are always together through spirit."~
Bel turned his gaze to Drusus, his eyes glinting with apprehension.
"Who are you, roman?" Bel almost spat his words.
Samen looked at Drusus and then to Bel. "This is Drusus. He helped me. He is very kind. He is also blessed." She smiled warmly at Drusus.
Bel nodded and continued to stare at Drusus.
"Take her from here. I am trusting you to make sure she is safe. Be wary she is a stubborn woman. She is determined to free me. Make sure, she doesn't do anything stupid. She will never listen to reason or me when her mind and heart are set on something. Maybe you can talk her out of freeing me or help her," Bel replied, smirking slightly.
"She has a way with men. It's her soul. Comforting and mysterious like the moon. If you would be kind enough to watch her for a few days, until she gives up her futile and suicidial mission," he emphasied with a knowing stare at her before returning his gaze to Drusus," I'm sure we can find away to repay you. I just want to make sure she is safe. Will you grant a warrior that last request? All I can offer now is my eternal gratitude. Samen can give you nominal means once she contacts our father."
~" No, Bel! No, I won't leave you! There must be something...we can't"~ she began but he cut her short.
"Go, now, before they come down here to check on you," he replied, wiping the rest of her tears away.
Samen clutched at the bars tightly, her knuckles white, as she shook her head sadly. Bel pried her fingers loose and pushed her away. "Go."
Samen stood, shifting nervously as she satred sadly at Bel. "Go, my twined soul. We shall be a family again one day," he smiled warmly at her, a brotherly smile.
He returned his hard, warrior stare to Drusus. " Thank you, Drusus. The gods shall repay your kindness. It's is nice to see a roman with honor," he replied, dipping his head briefly at the man before turning back into his cell.
Samen bit at her lip as she stared at Bel's back. She sighed defeatedly and turned to Drusus. "May we leave?" she sniffled slightly.
Drusus had tried to leave the two alone to speak, but could feel the emotion of the moment.
By the end Drusus was absolutely stunned. He may not have been as bigoted as some roman citizens about foreigners, but this Bel was a true and honorable warrior. The kind rarely seen in this day and age. He really hadnt expected that from a barbarian.
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um, I dont know what to say. Despite the fact that he could not understand most of the conversation, it was like watching a dramatic play in another language; the meaning, if not the words, were perfectly clear. He almost shed a tear himself while watching the exchange.
If only I were a man of means, I might be able to help. He sighed and spoke to Bels back. Bel, I shall honor your request, but if I ever find myself in a position to aid you, I shall do so. You may not respect the word of a roman, but this Samnite swears to you. Drusus had never before made an oath on his mothers lineage of the Samnite people and felt a warm glow where Samen had touched him before. Few even remembered that there were separate tribes that were mostly mixed blood now. All were simply Romans anymore.
Ok, we must go. They walked back out, collecting their items from the guard. As he stashed his knives back in their hiding spots, Drusus turned to Samen; You came all this way to find him, what will you do now?
Drusus marveled at the ornate dagger that Samen stashed in her boot.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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 wont 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 merchants 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 cant 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 patrons 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.
The cow man nodded to Curius as he took his leave, smiling to himself after the man had left. Reaching into his cart he pulled out his walking staff and slowly ambled down the street. His barrow was left, seemingly forgotten, in the street. If the cow herder was concerned at this, he didn't show it.
Samen slipped her ritual dagger back into her boot and stood, smiling sadly at Drusus.
"I do not know. Break him out?" she smiles playfully as they head back out into the city.
"I have goods that I can sell for roman coin. I can also uuummm....perform if need be," she sighs, watching the slowly drifting crowds.
"I can not leave him..." she trailed off as she looked towards the sky.
"HHmmm...I must journey to the temple. Drusus, I wish to thank you for your help. I would be unfound if not for you," she replied, smiling warmly at him.
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"I do not know. Break him out?" she smiles playfully as they head back out into the city.
"I have goods that I can sell for roman coin. I can also uuummm....perform if need be," she sighs, watching the slowly drifting crowds.
"I can not leave him..." she trailed off as she looked towards the sky.
"HHmmm...I must journey to the temple. Drusus, I wish to thank you for your help. I would be unfound if not for you," she replied, smiling warmly at him.
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I truly wish that I could help you release Bel from his imprisonment. Drusus said sadly. It was an honor and a pleasure to meet you Samen, but I am afraid that I have to hurry off so that I am not late.
The sun was getting the point that Drusus knew he would have to rush to get to where the celebration was to be. The slaves and other workers had to report and be organized well before any festivities began and guests arrived. But the man in charge of dinner was a friend; one he had saved a few times from being put to death by saving an important guest from a poisoning.
Though Rome is a large city, I do hope to see you again some time. With a bow, Drusus was off.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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The Ancient Doctor smiled gently. (in Germanic) The only guarantee I can give you is the word of an old healer. As a merchant, you have a good sense of people, or else your shop would fail. Trust your internal guide, and decide whether you think I will use these for ill.
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(Still in the casual Germanic)"You misunderstand. These are sensitive agents. Improper application could lead to ... unfortunate results. One might wonder why questioning of your abilities elicits a defense of your intentions, but I am sure that that was simply a detail lost in the translation. I sincerely hope that your mistress pulls through. I would enjoy meeting her."
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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.
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"Certe." A nod of the head, and a smile of the eyes.
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"We are ready to pay when you are finished."
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(OOC: Was this directed at me? If so, I'll respond in due time.)
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Brutus and Pyris are wanting to pay for the items last mentioned. I left it open so we could interact instead of cutting you off ))
Summer Heat
Away from the Campus Martius in a building with prominent blue flags displayed another event was taking place. Any Roman would have recognized the building at first glance. It was the home of one of the four chariot racing teams in the city. As the flags indicated it was the blues that occupied the building with the other three teams having their own headquarters far away. The rivalry between the different clubs was so intense that they could not be located next to one another.
There was no way to describe what the games meant to the citizens. Almost every Roman had their favorite team and their devotion was so fervent that riots had been known to break out between the different fans if they felt their team had been given a raw deal. At times the crowds were so transfixed that emperors and governors used the races as times to announce new taxes. Though the mob might complain and moan about them their attentions turned back to the track when the next race began.
The successful racers could easily become rich and famous even going so far as to make more money then a senator. Diodes, perhaps the most famous racer of all time, was said to have earned 35 million sesterces over his career. While such extreme examples were few and far between any racer that could survive and win was guaranteed a comfortable life.
Up the steps of the blue racing club ran a messenger, a rolled parchment clenched tightly in his fist. Entering the front doors the young boy approached a short looking middle aged man sitting at a table pouring over a book. His name was Junius Marcellus and he was the current manager of the blue team.
The moment he heard the messenger enter he looked up. Pushing himself out of his chair he walked over to meet the messenger and accept the parchment he carried. Unrolling it quickly read its contents, a smile forming on his face. This is what he had been waiting for. Days before the Emperor himself had announced that he would be calling for the games to be held. What had just been delivered was the schedule for the 12 races that were to be held tomorrow and who were in each of them.
Dismissing the messenger the stubby legged manager hurried to the backrooms of the building. Raising his voice he bellowed with a tone far louder then one would expect a man of his short stature to be able to produce. Schedules here! Everyone gather in the meeting room!
While the blue teams racers trickled in Junius tacked the parchment to the wall. The heavy concentration of similar marks all around it indicated that he had a habit of handling all the announcements in this fashion. One by one the members of the blue team looked for their name on the list and which race it was that they would be participating in.
Last to the announcement was an unusual sight for a charioteer racer. That was because instead of a he, it was a she. Born on the steppes north of the Parthian empire she was one of a people known as the Scythians. A mostly nomadic people by nature they had lived and fought on the steppes for hundreds of years. What made these people unique among the world was that more often then not it was the women that were the most feared on the battlefield and not the men. It was tradition that before any Scythian woman was allowed to marry they had to kill a man from an enemy people. This legendary fierceness is what caused the Greeks to create their stories of the Amazons.
Despite all of the stories, this particular Scythian was not imposing in appearance. In fact she looked rather ordinary and at 54 hardly Amazonian. A simple but beautiful ordinary with only a different tone to her complexion and a slight slant to her eyes marking the influence of the eastern people in her bloodline. One would hardly expect to find her as a charioteer let alone atop a horse, bow in hand and raiding a settlement on the boarders of her people.
Finally finding her name she noted that she would be taking part in the 8th race of the day. Out to the side of her name were the names of her opponents, all of them names she had heard of before. Of particular note was Atilius Cornutus, one of the more popular racers at this point in time. A race with him was likely to draw a lot of betting which would mean a lot of money made if she won and bring her that much closer to buying back her freedom.
Asha, why are you staring? Its not going to change. The manager said with a slight chuckle. Unlike many people he did not look down on any of his riders no matter their heritage. He only looked down on them if it turned out they had no racing talent after he purchased or hired them. Come over here. There is strategy to discuss.
Asha turned her back to where the parchment was tacked and toward where all the other racers were gathered, a simple little smile on her face. Very well.
((Senaria, I'm sorry I thought I had posted in due time. For the sake of progressing characters, I'm going to sum things up at the store for my side and move them on back to the estate. 
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After Brutus paid for the items and hoisted all the sheets over his shoulders, leaving Pyris to manage with all of the vials of spices, the two headed back at a quickened but casual pace to the estate. The walk seemed to take less time than the race earlier in the day, but was filled with the verbally one-sided conversation from Brutus, and the restricted gestures of Pyris. The two bantered about simple things, especially how to keep the fascination of Lucilla onto Brutus over the suitor that was following her around like a lost puppy. Upon arrival to the estate, Pyris headed for the storage area to put away the spices he collected while Brutus handed the sheets of fabric to another slave.
"Brutus, I'd like to have a word with you please." Lucius Marius spoke out towards his son, Pyris froze in fear they took too long. He didn't want another lashing. Brutus stood tall over his father, almost defiantly, but still in a respectful manner. "You're late again. Can you explain yourself?"
"I am sorry, father, I was merely speaking with the lady Lucilla at the Campus Martius. I was not aware so much time had passed." Brutus spoke calmly, trying to keep the blame off of Pyris, who his father so enjoyed pinning all fault upon.
"I understand your sympathy towards that poor slave, Brutus, but you can't keep protecting him. He will be dealt with for his dawdling. Right now I want you to relax and celebrate. Read this." Lucius spoke with a coy tone as he handed Brutus the introduction papers. This was indeed great news for Brutus, even though he felt he needed to protect Pyris from harm. "Now go prepare for dinner. it's time to celebrate this occasion."
Pyris had been listening into the conversation. At the word he was to be disiplined, he ran off to find a hiding place. He didn't hear that Brutus was going to be sent off to the army. Pyris managed to relocate downstairs, but Lucius Marius somehow managed to just materialize nearby wherever he was when he didn't want to be found. "Boy, why did you dawdle again?"
Pyris looked up frightened, his adrenaline began to pump through him. He tried to explain through gestures that Brutus was speaking to Lucilla and he couldn't properly shop, but it didn't help. Lucius slapped the slave in the face and berated him for his transgression. Pyris immediately crumpled into a ball in a post-trauma fit from years before. Brutus had walked nearby and heard his father scolding Pyris. A wave of saddness poured over Brutus, knowing he was going to be leaving his closest friend completely vulnerable to attack. In all actuality, it was nothing more than a mild scolding, but to Pyris, it was severe. Brutus waited silently out of sight for Lucius to finish speaking to Pyris.
As Lucius finished, he walked out of the room through one doorway, and at the same time, Brutus walked in through another. He saw Pyris sitting on the ground curled up and shaking, but no tears. It was a bit unusual, and the first time Pyris hadn't cried from one of Lucius' scoldings. Brutus knelt down to Pyris, and tapped his elbow to get his attention.
Pyris looked up quickly, his adrenaline still pumping through him. Seeing Brutus' face brought a new level of shame to Pyris, as he always tried to look up to Brutus and be more like him. His shaking slowed, but was still present. Brutus clasped hold of Pyris' nearest hand and sqeezed, just enough to remind him that he was there. Pyris pulled his hand away, not wanting to face the fact he was still haunted by past memories.
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It was a really dry July night. Pyris was just starting to learn how to forge the metals in Lucius Marius' workshops. He was quite excited and was permitted to make a piece for his mother. He chose to make her a simple silver ring. The last finishing touches, he ran outside to give it to his mother while she was tending to the dying fields.
"Momma! Momma! I made you something!" a young Pyris' voice could be heard calling out. The figure of a boy appears at the entryway and rushes out to the mostly dead field of grass to meet his mother.
"Hello, Pyris, what have you made for me today?" his mother asked in a cheerful manner looking at the boy. Pyris held an outstretched hand to his mother, inside his hand lay a simply crafted silver band. "Uh oh, it looks like it doesn't fit. Don't worry I'll get a leather strap to place it around my neck."
"Here, momma, let me try to make it fit," and Pyris took the ring from his mother's offering hand. Pyris concentrated on the metal, trying to stretch it just enough that his mother could fit the ring on her finger. There was a bit too much metal around it, and as he applied more pressure to it, a dull glow could be seen being given off. Because the sun was out, the glow was obstructed. As Pyris concentrated harder, the ring started to truly glow the color of melting metal. Pyris saw this and threw the ring out of his hand at impulse, thinking he was buring himself.
The heat from the ring was hot enough to ignite the grass around it. The fire created quickly ensnared the two. Inside other slaves that saw the fire quickly alerted the rest of the household, all who came rushing out to attempt to put it out. The fire raged for a long time, and the smell of charring flesh was clear over everything else. The fire raged late into the night, but the slaves kept it well away from the house. The fire was finally fought back far enough that two bodies were found. One was completely charred, the other was still alive. Pyris' mother had attemtped to completely cover him and protect him from the fire. Unfortunately, as she died and burned, Pyris was trapped by her skeleton and soon no amount of protection would have prevented him from burning as well. However, only his clothing was burned away.
The next day Lucius berated young Pyris with questions and beating the slave when no answer was given. The boy just sat on the floor rocking back and forth, taking each lash as though it was release. The smell of his burning mother was still in his nostrils. Pyris was traumatized by his mother's death, and has never spoken since.
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Pyris snorted as he shook his head, the memory of his mother's charring scent flared in his nostrils again, almost making the boy gag. He shook it off, and continued to look down. "You saw it happen again, didn't you?"
Pyris looked up for a moment only to glare at Brutus with firey eyes that would have enflamed someone if they chose.
"Pyris...." Brutus started, but didn't know where to go. He finished with a heavy sigh.
Pyris looked away from him. He refused to face this right now.
"Look at me. Please stop doing this. You can't fault yourself for what happened, or anyone else for that matter. What happened was unfortunate, but you need to move on. It's over."
Pyris looked at Brutus defiantly, then glanced down the hallway that Lucius had walked. A turn back to Brutus clearly stated he didn't think that Lucius had moved on from the incident.
"Well fine then, sit here and wallow in your selfloathing." He stood up and walked away, leaving poor Pyris to sit on the floor and deal with his problems. Brutus chastised himself in his mind for not trying hardedr to help him. He also couldn't stand to tell Pyris the news of the new job right now. It would tear the boy apart.
Summer Heat
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 Hadrians 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, Lucillas 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 womans 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 daughters 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 Romes 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 wont 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.
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(Still in the casual Germanic)"You misunderstand. These are sensitive agents. Improper application could lead to ... unfortunate results. One might wonder why questioning of your abilities elicits a defense of your intentions, but I am sure that that was simply a detail lost in the translation. I sincerely hope that your mistress pulls through. I would enjoy meeting her."
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And she would enjoy meeting you, milady, the Ancient Doctor continued in his archaic Germanic. And thank you for your wish, but that will not be the case. She has an illness with no cure. All I can do is ease the pain in her remaining days.
The old man paid for his supplies, and walked briskly back down the street towards his palatial estate. (sorry. More description next time)
Drusus arrived only a little late and was quickly roped into helping organize the slaves, workers, and entertainment. Despite his somewhat young age, he had done this many times and knew the routine well. In no time he had helped turn chaos into some semblance of order.
He could smell the food being cooked and wished that he had been hired to help cook that is what he was good at. He did take a few minutes to check out the food preparation, taking mental notes of what some of the experienced cooks were doing. There were many helping in the food preparation he didnt recognize. Not surprising considering the massive scale of this banquet.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
Lucilla was lead along with her father and Berit into one of the many large reception rooms in Emperor Hadrians palace. As they neared the room, she could hear the many voices of those guests that were already present. The room was enormous, taking up more space that likely the majority of houses within the city. Massive columns running along each side held up the roof and the floor in the center was sunken, with a raised area opposite the entry. Numerous senators and wealthy merchants dressed in togas were gathered in small groups throughout the room, along with many women in finely made stola. While Lucilla felt there were likely a few military officers present, none were wearing their armor tonight.
Most of the sunken floor was covered with several small tables, around which were arranged seats for the guests to recline on as they eat. Several slaves moved through out the room, offering wine to the guests. For now the guests were mingling, sharing the latest bits of gossip or arranging some intrigue. While Lucilla had stood by her fathers side on numerous occasions when they hosted such events in the governors palace in Greece, they were all smaller in scale than the gathering before her.
It was only a moment after they had entered the room that they were approached by what Lucilla was sure would be only the first of a long line of well-wishers. And there is the man of honor himself. Said a nearby senator as he and another senator moved over towards Lucillas father. Antonius Justus, you are looking quite well. May the gods smile on you on this latest assignment. Said the older of the two.
Thank you Ovius Plautus, you are looking healthy yourself. Responded Antonius Justus to the older before looking over at the younger Senator. And greetings to you, Fabius Virilis. You many both remember my daughter? Lucilla Justina. As her father mentioned her, Lucilla smiled warmly at the two men, stepping forward alongside her father. Good evening to you both Senators. I trust the gods find you in good health this evening.
The younger senator nodded his greeting as Ovius Plautus stepped towards her, taking both her hands in his. Good evening to you lady I must say you have grow into the very image of your mother. I am sure many a heart races when you pass by. Pulling her along side him as he turned back towards the crowd of other guests. Please allow an old man to provide you with a few warnings when negotiating the difficult maze that lies before you. First he pointed towards a group of women who were gathered near the tables in the sunken section of the floor. The woman greatly ranged in ages, from younger than Lucilla to likely three times her age.
See that group of lovely ladies? There is my wife among them. Ovius gave a slight wave and broad smile as his wife looked back over towards him. If you venture to close to them, they will likely net you in where you will hear of every scandal and intrigue currently taking place within the city. They will also begin trying to match you with every eligible bachelor in the city.
Now see that group of young men standing over by the column to the right? Ovius asked as he pointed the group out. Those are the tribunals with the Praetorian Guard and City Cohorts, as well as a few other military aides for Caesar. While several are fair to look upon, you would likely find them trying to out do each other to impress you with tales of their valor on the battlefield and the ingenious tactics they used to overcome seemingly impossible dangers.
Luillca looked over at the elderly senator with a slight smile as she asked, and what of any group you might be part of? Senator Ovius gave a sly smile as he replied. That would likely be the most tiresome group for you to find yourself in my dear. Filled with dreary old senators discussing new taxes or which roads need repaving or all other manner of tedious politics and bureaucracy.
Glancing over at her father, the senator released his light hold on her arm. I would go over some of the other groups to watch for, but I believe your father wishes for the two of you to go find our host, Caesar, in order to greet him. Hopefully we will be able to speak again before the evening is through. Lucilla gave Ovius a warm smile. Thank you senator, for warning me of the many dangers to look out for. With that she made her way over towards her waiting father, Berit not far behind.
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I'm sorry folks. My summer job has kicked in. I'm hip-deep in administrative details, and I don't have the time I need to do the research necessary for this particular rp. Maybe in August I'll be able to return. I'll continue reading it, but nothing new from me for a couple months. Have fun.))
(( Aww well best of luck to you Z, hope you can get everything settled and be back as soon as you can!))
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(ooc sorry to hear you will be so busy Z We look forward to your return! )
Ovius Plautus watched as Governor Antonius Justus and his daughter made their way towards Emperor Hadrian, followed closely by their redheaded slave girl. Fabius Virilis moved up next to the older senator, speaking softly. Antonius Justus appointment can be a problem. Do you think he might be convinced to join us?
Ovius face was now very serious as he shook his head slightly. No, I am afraid Antonius Justus has no master before Rome. He would likely see what we wish to do as treason against Rome. He is a capable man, and will make achieving our goals more difficult, but they are still obtainable. Hopefully we will not find ourselves required to make him a causality towards the cause.
Lucillas father lead her towards the raised section of the room opposite the entrance, where a few senators were gathered around a man in his early forties, wearing a toga of deep purple, Emperor Hadrian. As they approached, the emperor noticed, them, turning to face them fully. As she neared him, Lucilla thought of what she had heard of this Caesar.
Since the age of ten he had been the ward of Trajan, both Hadrian and Trajans families hailing from Hispania. Through the years, Hadrian, like any Roman Equestrian or member of the Senatorial rank had held numerous posts, from command of legions to magistrate and even governor of Syria, the last post he held before becoming Trajans heir. There were also those who whisptered about the means of his being named as Trajans heir, even that he had been adopted by the late emperor on his deathbed. In fact, many said that the naming of Hadrian had been the work of Trajans wife, Empress Plotina.
One of Hadrians first acts as Caesar had been to make peace with Parthia and return territories past the Euphrates that Trajan had sized only a few years earlier. This action was rather unpopular with many within the empire and there were other events that followed closely that cast more doubt on the man. Before Hadrian had even returned to Rome, four respected senators, all former consuls were executed, accused of plotting against the new Caesar. The scandal was even worse as Hadrian denied any responsibility.
But, even with such a tainted beginning, Lucillas father had said the new Caesar had quickly show great capability as a rule. Discipline within the army was tightened and the border defenses strengthened, which seemed to be the focus of the new Caesar, strengthening the empire from within and a halt to outward expansion. In addition, the alimenta, the welfare program begun under Trajan for the poor was continued and expanded. In all, everything the raven haired young woman had heard about Hadrian sparked interest.
Welcome Antonius Justus Nerva, I hope the rest of the day has not be to full of preparations for departure to your new post. But even if that is the case, tonight you shall have the chance to relax and enjoy yourself. The emperor began as he stepped towards Lucillas father. Antonius Justus stopped and bowed to Hadrian as he replied. There is much to accomplish for our departure, but for the most part today has been merely preparation for the true work to follow.
Emperor Hadrian laughed slightly as he then shifted his gaze over onto Lucilla. There always seems to be work to be done. And this is your daughter I believe? Lucilla bowed as well as her father introduced her. Yes Caesar, Lucilla Justina Nerva. It is an privilege to meet you Caesar, for you have greatly honored my father with the appointment to Judea and Arabia Petraea.
The emperor took her hands, lifting them up to kiss the back of one. Your beauty is as great as I have heard. I am sure many young men have restless nights trying to devise a way to win your hand from your father. A slight grin then came to his face as he continued, this time in perfect Greek. ~I understand that you received an intensive education during your fathers years as governor of Greece.~ Lucilla had heard that Emperor Hadrian spoke excellent Greek and was well studied in the classics, something that did seem to hold true.
~Yes Caeser, I studied many of the classics of Greeces greatest play writes and philosophers.~ She responded in fluent Greek. The emperors grin became a smile as he released on of her hands and started to guide her over towards one of the chairs near the table set up on the raised area. ~Excellent, then we will have much to talk about over dinner.~ Lucillas father followed as well, with Berit not far behind. The redheaded young woman was doing a good job of remaining unobtrusive. They were joined by the emperors wife, Vibia Sabina as well as the other guests began making their way to the other tables set up.
Slaves began bringing out the first course for the banquet. There were platters with boiled eggs, others with salad with vinegar dressing, various vegetables filled others and there were also platters with shellfish and snails. Each of the tables within the room was set up with an assortment of each as the feast began.
As the appetizers came out into the room, so did the food tasters. With poisoning being such a common practice in the empire, all food for such a banquet was tasted ahead of time, but the presence of food tasters was always a comforting sight to the distrusting souls. They could request a particular dish be tested in front of them to ensure their safety.
Drusus, being well-trusted by the staff was placed up front, though the Caesar naturally had his own, personal food taster. He really liked the snails, and was more than happy when asked to test one.
It was very obvious to him who was paranoid; either with good reason or just out of habit.
He noticed a woman he had seen at the market. She was with the guest of honor, Antonius Justus, and another woman who Drusus assumed was the much talked about daughter Lucilla. The daughter was as beautiful as rumored!
This woman that followed them the one who had a warriors stance was dressed far too nicely to be a slave. He wondered what relationship she had to Antonius Justus and his daughter. Concubine? Not likely, if he had brought a favored concubine he would treat her as a wife and she would walk with him, not behind him.
His thoughts were interrupted as a Senator he knew well, approached.
What is good today Drusus? Ovius Plautus was one of the few Senators who treated the help as if they were actually people. Drusus had saved a friend of Ovius Plautus from a poisoning a little over a year ago.
Senator, all of the food has been well prepared, but the snails seem particularly exceptional. It would be my pleasure to test any of the appetizers for you. Drusus bowed as he offered his services.
I know you boy, you just want some of that shellfish for yourself. Ovius Plautus grinned. Drusus tried to keep a straight face and business-like manner but it was difficult with the friendly Senator.
You know me too well, Senator.
Ovius Plautus proceeded to load his plate, but not after making sure that Drusus tested several of the appetizers for him.
You stay out of trouble now young man.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
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As the appetizers were served, Berit half listened as Lucilla, Antoinus Justus and Emperor Hadrian discussed the Oresteia by Aeschylus in Greek. Though she had read the trilogy of plays with Lucilla, the young Celtic woman had not really cared to try to grasp much of the symbolic meaning found within the plays. She had learned enough lines to satisfy their instructor so she could have more time in the training sessions with members of the legion stationed in Greece that her master had arranged.
While trying to keep herself from bring up what a blind fool she had thought Agamenon had been, the red headed woman instead looked about at the food tasters that had come in along with the appetizers. For the most part none looked out of the ordinary, until she saw the one near the front of the room, testing some food for Senator Ovius Plautus. There was something very familiar about the man, but she couldnt quite place it. But the one thing that was obvious, was that he was not a slave, as many of the testers were, but a freedman at the least.
As the discussion was postponed for the moment as the Emperor began eating some of the food brought to him by his personal tester, Lucilla noticed the tester that seemed slightly out of place among the others. Intrigued by a freeman that was willing to put his life in potential danger, she decided to help provide more justification for his services. Getting up from the chair she had been sitting on, she gave a slight motion for Berit to follow her as she started down the stairs towards the man.
Berit followed closely behind, hoping that a closer look at the man might help her realize why he was familiar to her. As the two women neared him, Lucilla spoke up. Excuse me, my friend and I were wondering if you might assist us in selecting a few choice selections for our starters.
Brutus said his goodbyes to the three as he headed towards Pyris to see how he was doing. He looked over the items and back to the list. Most of the list were different sizes of fabrics that would be used for things. Of course, the things not found were some foods and some leather materials. "Pyris, this looks to be about everything we can get here. It's also getting late. Lets pay for these items and get back to the estate."
Pyris looked at Brutus eagerly, ready to return to his element. The list was short, only 6 things on it. However, 4 of them were cloth. Two linen, one of white and one of green, and two woolen of the same coloring. Also in Pyris' pile of items, he held two vials of pepper spice, a vial of Marjoram, a vial of cilantro, a vial of Dill weed, and as requested, two vials of saffron powder. One of the 'key items' they were to be sure to get he thought. Brutus took the woolens and some of the spices with Pyris to the shopkeeper.
"We are ready to pay when you are finished." Pyris tapped Brutus' shoulder, making gestures that represented he was asking how it went with Lucilla. Brutus smirked and nodded his head, the two seemed to have a very detailed conversation with only use of body language. Brutus was accustomed to Pyris' choice of communication, and when speaking to only him sometimes, he would use the mannerisms similarly.
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