Lucilla nodded with a smile as Drusus identified a few of the better items for this part of the feast. Thank you for the suggestions. Once Berit had gotten a better look at the mans face, she was certain she had seen him in the city earlier today. While she didnt like the coincidence, he seemed to be exactly what he was supposed to be. The two young women made their way over to the table and began picking out a few foods onto a plate, focusing on some of the ones recommended.
Once they each had a small plate of food, they made their way back up to the raised section of the room where Lucillas father and the emperor were talking some about the current situation within the Eastern provinces and the civil war that was currently taking place within the Parthian Empire. Currently Osroes rules Mesopotamia and Assyria, having deposed Parathamaspates once I had our legions withdraw. He and Vologases III, who rules the Eastern half of the empire are warring, with Vologases trying to bring all of Parthia back under his control. The more they war, the less chance that they will begin any sort of hostilities with us. But you will need to ensure that the instability that is rampant in Parthia does not spill over. Lucilla heard Emperor Hadrian explaining as her father listened intently.
Lucilla saw her father nodded as he replied. The task is all the more difficult as both Judaea and Arabia Petraea were part of the Parthian Empire less that two hundred years ago. You know as well as I there is always a feeling of unrest within the local population, but I already have some ideas regarding how to help dissuade any uprisings. The emperor smiled. I knew you were the right man for this posting. I look forward to when I receive reports about your successes at stabilizing and strengthening that section of the empire.
They discussed a few more things as they ate the appetizers. Then, another group of slaves entered, carrying large platter after platter of main course dishes. For this feast, Caesar had arranged for a wide array of roasted and sautéed meats. There were platters of beef, lamb, veal and pork. Others had arrangements of bream, mackerel, sole and oysters. Yet others contained chicken, duck and ostrich. And then there were several platters with roasted wild boar.
Lucilla watched the food being set out with a slight feeling of guilt. For many citizens throughout the empire, meat was a rare part of their diet. Not even counting the many feasts such as this she attended in the past, Lucilla had likely eaten more meat just in normal meals than most Romans would in their life times. She hoped that Hadrian had continued what had been tradition under Trajan of having any food left over from a feast, which was often quite a lot, distributed among the poor in the city.
(ooc In the interest of ensuring that everyone isnt waiting to continue posting for the thread, I am going to move through the dinner party rather quickly.)
Lucilla selected a few choice meats from among the selection, primarily some of the fish and some lamb. While some of the Roman nobility enjoyed over indulging in feasts such as this, she really preferred to eat only a little more than she might normally have in a meal. The emperor was serving foods that her father, even with considerable wealth, did not tend to sever to often. So while she choose to sample some of the more exotic dishes, her portions were anything but extravagant.
Berit eat similarly to Lucilla, but adding a bit more variety, including meats she eat regularly as part of Antonius Justus household. Her portions were also a bit larger. For the past few weeks, she had felt rather sedentary, mainly due to the voyage back to Rome by ship. But now that she knew she would be able to practice in the morning at one of the cities gladiatorial schools, she felt she could eat more, she would likely need the extra energy.
During this main course the conversations between Emperor Hadrian, Antonius Justus and Lucilla primarily focused on Greek philosophy. As they talked, Lucilla was impressed with the emperors knowledge of philosophy, as well as his fluent Greek. This definitely seemed to proved the stories she had heard that said he was better at speaking Greek than Latin, and that he was very well versed in the classics.
The main course continued for a good while, many of the guests eating a large amount of food. But when slaves finally came out to remove the platters of meat, there was still a considerable amount remaining. Looking at some of the plates as they were taken back out of the room, Lucilla was certain the remainder could feed a great deal of the cities poor.
As the last of the platters of meat vanished, another group of slaves began brining in the deserts. There were plates with wide ranges of fruit, from apples and pears to plums, grapes and cherries and even dates that were imported from Carthage. Other platters were covered with honey cakes or small bowls of pudding. Lucilla was already feeling rather full, but she thought she could at least eat a small selection of fruits to finish.
The conversations continued for awhile after the desert platters had been removed, many of the guests remaining around their tables, drinking wine as they had been all evening. Lucilla had started to ask the serving slaves to water her wine down some, as she had been feeling it a little too much. She was still feeling a slight lightheaded as she looked over at Berit as the redheaded young woman took a sip from her goblet. This was one of the times that the raven haired woman was jealous of her friend, who seemed to be able to drink endlessly with only minor effect. Lucilla set her goblet down on a nearby table, realizing that if she continued to drink, even watered down, Berit might well be carrying her back to the litter.
Her father and Emperor Hadrian had long since moved past discussion of business and even Greek literature, they were now talking about the races at the Circus Maximus Caesar was holding in honor of her father in the afternoon. While Lucilla did enjoy watching chariot races, she didnt seem to build up as much fervor over outcomes as the majority of Romans did. At times the incredible popularity of the races seemed quite strange, especially as the emperor seemed to be able to use races to distract the citizens from some change that the majority would likely not like if they had been paying attention.
So Antionus, Caesar started, do you still provide backing for the blue team? Antonius Justus just smiled slightly, knowing very well that the current Caeser, like several before him, was a supporter of the green team. Yes Caesar, I do, just as you continue to back the green team.
Caesar gave a laugh as he replied. Well, it is something of a tradition, and we wouldnt want to anger the gods by going against tradition. Tell me, how much money do you think you have given your team over the years? Antinous Justus was quite a moment, likely thinking over the many years trying to find a rough sum. It has been so many years Caesar, but it is definitely several tens of millions of sestertii.
Emperor Hadrian gave a slight grin before responding. Hopefully some of that investment will pay off for you tomorrow, though we will have to wait and see. Lucilla could see that more of the guests were starting to depart the party, it did seem somewhat late. Her father seemed to have noticed that as well as he stood. Indeed, tomorrow the gods will let us know what they have planned. But in the mean time Caesar, while it has been a truly enjoyable evening, I am afraid it is starting to grow late, and there is much I wish to try and get organized before the races tomorrow.
The emperor stood as well nodding slightly in dismissal. I am sure you do Antonius. It has been my honor to have you, and your lovely daughter and her companion, as my guests this evening. I shall greatly look forward to seeing you all once more during the races tomorrow.
Lucilla stood and said good evening to the emperor as well, before she followed her father as they started towards the exit, stopping to say farewell on the way out to a few influential senators, including Ovius Plautus. It wasnt long before they were back aboard their litters and on their way back home.
(ooc okay, that should bring us to the next morning, if any one has anything left to do in the evening, do try to hurry with it so you don't fall behind. Gremlin, I think you had something about a mysterious meeting 
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It was awhile after dawn when Legatus Kaeso Sosius Durus arrived at XXI Rapaxs new camp near the port city of Ostia. As he road through the gate in the palisade, everything seemed to be in perfect order, which was no less than he would have expected from his primus pilus. Almost all the tents were set up within the perimeter, those that were missing like from the men left to finish dismantling the previous camp North of Rome.
Kaeso Sorius brought his horse to a halt in the forum of the camp, the very center. One of the sable boys came to take the horses reigns and care for it as Kaeso Sosius started towards the headquarters tent. Making his way towards the alter near the headquarters tent, he stopped and said a quick prayer to the gods. The legion had a long ocean voyage ahead of them before they reached their new post, and he would be sure to say the necessary payers to ask for a safe journey for all his men before the set out. Perhaps he might even see about arranging a sacrifice.
After the quick prayer, he looked over towards another important tent that was in the center of the camp. It was the tent set up for the standards of the legion. Every cohort within the legion had its own standard, as did the legion as a whole. The standards helped the members of a cohort stay in controlled formations, and were carried by special officers called signifiers. They also bore markers indicating the honors each unit had received over the years. To Rome, the standards possessed an almost mystical quality, with military engagements being waged to recover a standard that was lost to an enemy.
Turning away, he entered the large headquarters tent to find the large table already set up in its place. Waiting for him was the primus pilus, Tuccius. Giving the old veteran a slight smile, Kaeso Sorius walked over toward where a pitcher of water with several goblets was set up. Everything is looking just as it should Tuccius, you have done exceptionally well as always. I hope things are proceeding well to prepare the legion for departure?
The primus pilus nodded as he replied. Yes, but not quite as quickly as I would like. The quartermaster has been trying to quickly hire new personnel, but it has been a little harder than anticipated. Taking a drink from his goblet, Kaeso Sorius thought a moment before replying. Have him offer another hundred sestertii, that might help get new recruits quicker. Walking back over towards the table, he set the goblet down as he continued. We should soon be receiving our new tribunals, as quickly as Anonius Justus can appoint them to us. I believe we will have at least one arriving today. The primus pilus nodded, though he was somewhat worried that there could be a long period of training to try and get the new tribunals into fit officers. Not needing to voice this concern to the legatus, the two began going over some of the details of their preparations to depart.
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Lucilla had been in a deep sleep when suddenly she stirred awake as light shone onto her face. Opening her eyes, it took a moment to see through the bright light before she saw Berit moving back towards her bed after having opened the curtains. The raven haired womans head was pounding, telling her she had drank far more wine than she should have last night. What are you doing Berit? She moaned as she tried to move away from the light. I dont want to get up yet.
The younger woman sat on the edge of the bed, looking down on her with a grin on her face. You should probably have had them start watering your wine sooner last night. Dont forget, your father said he had arranged for me to practice today at the gladiatorial school, I would like to get there early enough that they arent worn out from other training before sparring.
Lucilla closed her eyes again, wishing the light would stop shinning everywhere. Gods, I wish I could drink like you do. With a great deal of effort, she whispered a prayer to Hecate. A cloud of darkness formed in front of the window, blocking out the sun and darkening the room to an acceptable level once more. Do we have to go now? Cant I just sleep a bit longer? Lucilla said, feeling sleep wanting to welcome her back.
The redheaded woman just simply replied. I have already had your bath drawn. You can either get up and walk there, or I can carry you there and throw you in. Lucilla let out a deep sigh as she opened her eyes once more and sat up. You know I can just order you to leave me alone. She said, with little emphasis behind the words. Berit just gave her a sly smile as she replied. You could, but then I have always been a little reluctant to take orders I dont want to hear.
Lucilla just shook her head as she smiled back. Someday I really need to get your proper instruction on how you are to act. With a casual wave of one hand, the raven haired woman banished her previous spell, lighting the room back up as the darkness dissipated. She then climbed out of bed as Berit put her robe over her shoulders.
The cow herder watched the sun as it rose over the hills, casting light across the buildings. He sat on the roof of an old stable, leaning on his walking staff as he stared out across the tops of the dwellings. Pulling himself up, he turned to go. He had things to do today.
Dawn had broken through the window of Brutus' room, and he was almost finished preparing to meet with the Legionare this morning. Giving himself one last once-over in a reflection, he crept out towards the main rooms of the house. He still hadn't told Pyris about the job. Even worse was he didn't know how. He gave up as he held the scroll his father gave him the previous night and strolled out towards Ostia, arriving just slightly past mid-morning. Once he arrived, he reread the scroll again to determine the proper recruiter he was to seek out.
Summer Heat
The Legionnaires on duty at the entrance to the camp looked over Brutus letter when he presented it for entrance. The senior guard ordered one of the others to lead the new tribunal to the legatus. The soldier started down the main pathway through the many rows of tents to either side. As they went, more tents were currently be set up and all other sorts of activity was taking place within the camp.
The two were passing through the open are in the center of the camp, the forum, when a man in his early thirties, with a grizzled look and a faint scar on the left side of his neck came towards them. The man was wearing the armor of a centurion, with the crested helm and red cloak. The solider quickly handed the centurion Brutus letter of introduction. The centurion regarded the letter for a moment and then Brutus, almost scrutinizing the taller man before he waved off the soldier back to his post. This way Brutus Marius, the legatus will be happy to know the first of our new tribunals has arrived.
The centurion then lead Brutus back to a large tent at the North end of the camp, just past an alter that had been set up. Once inside there was a large table with several rolls of parchment spread out across it. Looking over a few papers was man in his late thirties, with a weathered face and several visible scars along his forearms. He was dressed in the armor of a legatus. He looked over at the pair as they entered, the centurion stepping forward to hand the man Brutus letter.
The legatus quickly read through the letter before looking back up at Brutus, his face rather neutral. Greetings Brutus Marius, I am Legatus Kaeso Sosius Durus, commander of Rapax XXI. It would seem that Antonius Justus is holding true to his promise to send me able tribunals, which is good given the areas we will be traveling too.
You have already met Tuccius, Rapax XXIs primus pilus, the senior centurion of the legion. Kaeso Sosius gestured towards the grizzled centurion who simple kept an even gaze on Brutus. Though you now technically out rank Tuccius, I would highly advise listening to anything he might have to say. He has over fifteen years of service in the legions, and is an excellent primus pilus.
Kaeso Sosius then looked over towards the primus pilus. Tuccius, find a centurion to help our new tribunal get fitted for armor, or more likely have measurements taken to alter some armor for him. The legatus gave Brutus a slight grin. He will also need a gladius and horse, then have him also show Brutus Marius around the camp and make sure he is aware of basic protocol. Kaeso Sosius then looked back at Brutus as he went on, I am sorry I am not able to spend more time with you at the start, but we have much to get ready before going East. There will be plenty of time to talk on the voyage.
Brutus Marius was, at kindest, naive of the methods of military procedure. In fear of performing wrong protocol, he was a statue as he listened to the legatus speak to him, taking in as much as he could.
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I am sorry I am not able to spend more time with you at the start, but we have much to get ready before going East. There will be plenty of time to talk on the voyage.
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"It is understandable, sir. I look forward to learning under your guidance." He watched at Tuccius walked out of the tent, and hesitated to follow. Assuming he had been dismissed, he stepped out of th tent and followed Tuccius to be fitted. Tuccius left the man for a moment to be fitted for his armors. His unusual height proved to be rather difficult, though two pieces were found that would barely fit the length. They would require some severe alterations, however.
Summer Heat
Drusus had finished up at the banquet watching all of the rich and famous of Rome eat, drink, and party.
When he was finally released from his duties, he looked again at the parchment note. Though he could not be sure, Drusus suspected that this was a radical group wishing to bring down the Roman way of life. The organization of witches that his mother had belonged to had foreseen the fall of Rome, and the long dark time to follow. There were two factions in this group; one that wanted to support the empire, delaying its fall as long as possible. Though the empire had its flaws, it provided order and stability for the people. The other faction wished to hurry the fall of the empire so that the dark time would come sooner and subsequently end sooner. Drusus guessed that this invitation was to join the later group something that neither he nor his late mother supported.
He avoided the location of the meeting he knew that there was no turning back once they made the offer it was join or die. He would definitely have to watch his back.
Drusus slept the night in the common room of an inn that had been arranged for him by when he was requested to work the banquet. He was awakened by a messenger.
Your presence has been requested at the home of Antoinus Justus. Said the messenger.
Huh? Me? What for? Drusus sleepily replied.
I most certainly do not know, but it is not wise to keep a man of such lofty station waiting. Sniffed the messenger. Though a slave, this messenger obviously thought that his position was one of supreme importance.
Yeah, yeah. You can inform him I will be there as soon as possible. Drusus waved a dismissing hand at the messenger and went to get some breakfast food.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
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It was mid morning when Lucilla and Berit arrived at the gladiatorial training fields near the Roman Coliseum. The overseer of the school came out to meet the two young women, greeting them politely. Welcome great lady, to the finest gladiator school in the empire. We are honored that your father would think of us with his most unusual request. Where is the slave you wish to participate in the training this morning?
Lucilla rather doubted that this was the finest gladiator school in all of the Roman Empire, but she wasnt about to question the overseers claim. From what she could already see of the gladiators in the courtyard beyond, it should more than serve Berits purpose. My father is grateful for your willingness to accommodate his request. My maid servant Berit here is the one that wishes to spar. She said, gesturing to the redheaded young woman behind her.
The overseer looked at the slim redheaded woman for a moment, a confused look on his face. I am sorry my lady, have I misunderstood you and your fathers request? Are you wishing to breed her with one of our gladiators? The raven haired woman couldnt help but let a faint smile come to her face as she replied. No, you have not misunderstood us at all, we wish for her to fight some of your gladiators, preferably the best in the school.
You cannot be serious my lady, she would not last a minute against even the worst of my fighters. The overseer started as Lucilla held up one hand to stop him. We are very serious. Do not worry about Berit, she will be just fine. Now my father has offered to compensate the school generously for making this special arrangement for us, shall I go back to him and tell him you do not intend to fulfill your end of the deal?
The overseer finally relented, though Lucilla could still see he felt this was an insane request. Of course not. Forgive me my lady, it is just such an unusual request. If you please, there is a viewing balcony above where we can watch the training matches. He said, gesturing towards some stairs leading to the upper floor. Lucilla smiled at the man as she started towards the stairs. Thank you. Berit will require a place to change.
Of course, there are rooms back that way she can use. The overseer said, gesturing towards the back of the building. He then lead Lucilla upstairs to the viewing balcony. Berit made her way back to one of the rooms the overseer had indicated. Stripping out of her stola, she folded it neatly and sat it on the bench in the room. She then pulled a green wool tunic over her head, very similar to the type worn by Roman legionnaires under their armor. Taking off the more feminine sandals she currently had on, she put on the ankle high sandals that were worn by the legionnaires as well, though these were made for her smaller feet. Once she was finished dressing, she made her way out to the training yard, tying back her long red hair as she went.
As she walked out into the open courtyard, Berit took a rudis, a wooden training swords, from a rack and moved out into the center of the training ground. Standing opposite her about ten feet away was one of the gladiators of the school, a man at over a foot taller than her and probably close to twice her weight. The other gladiators had stopped their training to watch the unusual match up. Be careful Tyros. One of them called out. If you break her, you will likely have to work off the money to pay for her.
There was some laughter from the others gathered as Berit swung her rudis in a few crossing swings in front of her, getting a feel for the balance of the weapon. She then set into her ready stance, her weapon arm bent back so the blade was almost parallel to the ground and extended to her left shoulder. Her left arm was in front of her, bent at the elbow. The gladiator named Tyros regarded her stance for a few moments before he assumed a similar one. Someone has taught you how to hold that sword girl. Lets see if they taught you more.
Without any other warning, Tyros lurched forward, swinging his rudis at the young womans torso. Clack, clack, clack. Echoed in the courtyard as their wooden swords hit together as Berit shuffled backward, easily blocking each of the larger mans attacks. Tyros stopped his attacks as he started circling towards Berits left, realizing this might not be as easy as it first seemed. Though she was much smaller than him, she was very quick, and skilled with wielding the sword.
With a quick movement, she spun to her left, her sword coming arm coming up above her shoulder as she spun, to launch a slash at Tyros upper body at the completion of the spin. Clack. Tyros blocked the attack and was about to try a counter when Berit quickly pulled back her rudis and swinging it in another attack, this time down towards Tyros front leg. Clack, he managed to block the attack just inside the knee. Clack, clack. He fended off two more quick attacks before he back pedaled far enough to disengage from her.
The redheaded girl was circling to her left as Tyros moved in the same direction, studying her a bit closer now. She was very quick, and her smaller size was actually proving something of an advantage, allowing her to strike low on his body, something Tyros had to work a bit harder at defending. But the experienced gladiator had an idea now how to deal with her.
After a moment, he started forward again, swinging his sword in an attack he knew she would easily counter. Clack, the two rudis smashed together, but Tyros continued straight forward, his left hand shooting up to grab the wrist of the girls sword arm. To his surprise, she grabbed his wrist with her left hand as well. Big mistake. He thought as he continued towards her to use his size and strength to force her to the ground.
Tyros felt a slight feeling of surprise that she didnt realize her predicament and try to backpedal away to stay on her feet and instead simply stepped back with her right foot to try and resist his overbearing. The bigger surprise was when his forward momentum completely stopped, as if he were trying to push against a stone wall. Looking down at the girl as he tried to push against her again, Tyros saw a faint smile come to her lips as she shifted her weight and pushed back.
From that point on, things happened so fast Tyros barely knew what was going on before it was too late. He felt the powerful push of this slim girl and felt his feet leave the ground as he went backwards. Landing flat on his back on the ground of the training yard, he knew he had to quickly get back up and be ready to defend himself but felt a sandaled foot slam down on his right forearm, pinning it to the ground. A knee hit his chest, forcing him back onto the ground as he saw the redhead above him. With graceful quickness, she flipped the rudis in her hand, reversing her grip so the point was down and drove it straight towards him, halting it at the last second just above his throat.
For a moment, there was a stunned silence from the watching gladiators when one of them called out another joke. I suppose there are worse ways to die wouldnt you say Tyros? That caused more laughter from the crowd as Berit climbed off the beaten gladiator. Tyros climbed back to his feet, rubbing his forearm and chest a bit. The redheaded girl seemed ready to begin again, which suited him just fine. He had to redeem himself after that embarrassing defeat, and now he knew what would not work with this very unusual opponent.
Clack, clack, clack. Their rudis rang out against each other as the two combatants alternated attacking and defending as they began their battle once more. Tyros was again working hard to defend against the many low attacks that Berit launched at him, but was waiting for a particular opportunity to present itself. Suddenly it presented itself, as the girl stuck at his head. Clack, Tyros blocked the attack and again grabbed her right wrist with his left hand, but this time, he had something different in mind.
Pulling in his left foot, he swept the girls feet from under her, holding her right wrist as she fell towards the ground. He started to pull his right arm back to place his sword at her stomach once she hit the ground, but her left hand came up to grab his wrist before he could get it all the way back, pulling the wooden sword away from her body.
As the redheaded woman hit the ground, Tyros realized that by moving his sword away from where he wanted it, she had likely removed any immediate advantage from him. Not seeing any way to disengage now, he decided to try and press what little advantage he had by still being on his feet. Trying to hold her right arm out and away, Tyros began to try and pull his right arm up to put the rudis to her throat. He struggled with all his strength , but was unable to make any headway against her. Suddenly, she pulled with her left hand and pushed with her right, causing the gladiator to fall to his right.
As he hit the ground, she rolled up onto him and pulled her right arm in as she pushed his right arm inward with her left. Before he even realized what had happened, the two wooden swords were crossed over his throat, the edges pushed up against his skin. The redheaded girl looked down at him with her bright green eyes for a few moments before she climbed off his chest and let him back to his feet.
They fought a few more times before another, fresh gladiator was paired off with Berit. Finally, after about an hour, Berit felt as if it had been enough for the day. A few of the matches had ended in a draw, but most had been won by the slim redheaded girl. As she thanked them and made her way from the training yard, Berit knew there were a number of reasons she had done so well. One was obviously her superior strength, though she didnt look capable of being that strong. The other had to do with the gladiators style of fighting. While they were well skilled, gladiatorial combat was something of a dance between the combatants, a strange combination of deadly fighting and showmanship. Berit on the other hand had been trained in the way of the legion, a cold, ruthless means of killing where it didnt matter how pretty it was to watch, so long as it left the opponent dead at the end.
When Drusus arrived at the home of Antonius Justus, he was let through the main entrance by one of the governors slaves, who lead him into the atrium of the large house. As would be expected of so wealthy a man, the atrium was large, containing many decorations. But, unlike some wealthy and important individuals, thought the decorations were obviously expensive, they were not exorbitant. Everything seemed perfectly in place, producing something of an elegant simplicity.
In the center of the atrium, beneath the open sky above was the impluvium, a shallow sunken pool to catch rainwater. Like many, it was beautifully decorated with colorful tiles that seemed to flow with the water. Several rooms led off the atrium, and opposite the entrance was the lectus genialis, a bed that stood for the sanctity of marriage in Roman culture. Past this, the tablinum was visible, the fine curtain that was used to close it off from the atrium drawn back.
With fine wood furniture decorating the tablinum, it was apparent that Antonius Justus carried on the old tradition of using the room as a study. He was currently seated behind a large desk, reading over some scrolls as his slave lead Drusus into the room. Antonius Justus looked up, studying Drusus with his stoic expression, his eyes somewhat piercing in their gaze.
With a wave of his hand, the slave quickly made his exit as the governor spoke. Good morning Drusus. I am sure you are wondering why I have asked to meet with you. There is much I have to try to accomplish before the races Caesar is honoring me with this afternoon so I will get quickly to the point.
As you know, I am soon to head East, to act as governor of the provinces of Judea and Arabia Petraea. While I do welcome the opportunity to try the new foods common in region, I would also prefer a cook well trained in more traditional dishes. Ovius Plautus has spoken highly of you and that you are an accomplished cook, a rare trade for a freedman to try to pursue.
I wish to hire you as my household cook to travel with me to the East. My daughter, Lucilla, whom I believe you spoke with briefly last night, handles much of the day to day affairs of the household in place of her deceased mother. As a freedman, you would not fall under the normal hierarchy that is in place for the slave members of the household, so you will answer directly to my daughter and myself. I am offering you a salary of ten thousand sestertii per year and you will of course be provided accommodations and meals. I have hear a contract drafted for three years of service, with the possibility of extending that should we both wish too. If not, then I will pay cost to have you transported back to Rome, or anywhere else in the empire you wish to go at that time. Antonius Justus picked up one of the scrolls lying on his desk, a ribbon holding it closed. If you wish to have it looked over by a lawyer before signing, you are more than welcome. Ovius Plautus would likely be willing to do so for you.
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After the measurements for the armor alterations were done, Tuccius lead Brutus back into the main heart of the camp. Finding another centurion, Tuccius called him over. The man appeared to be in his late twenties, seeming to have a fair amount of experience himself as he stopped by the priumus pilus. Atrius, this is Brutus Marius, one of our new tribunals appointed by Governor Antonius Justus. Tuccius said to the new centurion.
The veteran primus pilus then looked over at Brutus as he continued, This is Atrius, the pilus prior of the 8th cohort. He will see that you get your galdius and have the stable master assign a horse for your use. Then he will show you around the camp to get you familiar with the set up and go over more of the organization of a legion. Looking back to Atrius, the priums pilus asked, do you understand all that Artius?
Atrius went slightly stiff, standing tall as he crisply replied. Of course primus pilus. The new tribunal is in good hands with me. Tuccius nodded before setting off once again, leaving the two men together. Atrius then relaxed ever so slightly as he looked over to Brutus. I am honored to meet you Brutus Marius, I had the honor to begin my enlistment in the legions in VIII Augusta when Antonius Justus lead us and another legion against the Celts in Britania. He was a great and noble man, and an excellent commander, to have him sponsor you speaks very highly.
As the primus pilus stated, I am the pilus prior of the 8th cohort, which means I am the second centurion of that cohort. But do not let the lower cohort number mislead you. In any legion, the 8th cohort consists of the select troops of the legion. The only cohort with finer soldiers is the 1st, which the primus pilus is the lead centurion of. Come, we can talk more while we get you your weapon and a horse. Artius said as he started towards the weaponsmiths tents.
Brutus smiled broadly as he looked downward towards his centurion. As Atrius headed towards the weaponsmith, Brutus wondered if he should have asked his father to forge him a sword. "I don't mean to sound arrogant, but I expect the sword to be of masterwork quality. Even so, I may still request to have one personally made for me." Brutus followed Atrius into the weaponsmith's tent, seeing the array of swords that were made. He looked over some of the longer ones, but even some of the longest ones were too light and stubby on his stature. Brutus considered for a moment that the Roman swords would have to do, but they felt and looked like knives in his hand. He made a grimace as he turned back to Atrius, "It is as I suspected. These are a bit too light. Is there anything...larger?"
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Pyris walked briskly back into the kitchen, still no sign of Brutus. He paced around the room, chewing on an apple as he pouted. While he stood eating Lucius Marius entered the kitchen. Pyris was quick to extend another apple towards his master in offering. Lucius took the apple kindly and began eating in silence with the boy. After a moment, Lucius spoke up.
"I'd like for you to get some more silversmith training in today. Perhaps later we can work on other metals. I'd like for your skill to progress to weaponsmithing shortly after we arrive in Judea. Brutus will no doubt need a sword in his new position."
Pyris looked up at Lucius with a rather confused look. The thought and reality slowly began to set in, but still needed one last push for the truth to be complete.
"I see Brutus failed to mention it to you. Antonius Justus has chosen to sponsor him as a Tribunal in the XXI Rapax. He left this morning." There was a slight smirk of pride on his master's face, not out of spite for Pyris, but strictly out of pride that his son was a tribunal.
The final piece landed onto Pyris like a boulder on his stomach. He let out a low and heavy sigh as he nodded and turned away from his master, heading down to the temporary forges set up for their stay. When he was alone and out of sight from everyone, he hugged the wall for a moment as silent cries signified the only expression that his entire world had just been turned up-side down. When he heard footseps, he quickly recovered himself and continued down to the forges, not looking anyone in the eye.
Summer Heat
A household cook for a Governor? Ten thousand sestertii? Drusus was a little shocked he had expected a difficult time finding employment as most had slaves to do their cooking. This was so sudden and almost too good to be true!
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Drusus didnt want to offend the man by having the contract viewed by a lawyer, but he didnt want to seem like a naïve simpleton by not doing so. He took the scroll, opened it, and started to read. It was not too lengthy, though there were bits of it that Drusus didnt fully understand, it was written in a clear and concise manner, unlike many legal documents. The key is it didnt make him a slave again it was a real work contract!
I think it looks like it is in order. This is a great honor Governor, when would you need me to start? He put the scroll down on the table and took a deep breath to steady his hand before signing the document.
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The cow herder had a few small jobs to do that day. There were a couple places he always stopped when he was in the city and offered to work for a small amount of food or maybe some old clothes. Mostly cleaning out stables or minor repair work. Another larger job had just become available about a month ago. He had offered to help with the cleaning of the arena and found that it often netted him such valuble payments as old tools and discarded building materials; both of which he could use to repair his cart and make temporary shelter in the fields if he needed it.
At the moment he was sweeping out the audience seats, mostly of natural debris blown there by the wind. He idley watched the fight below as he worked, smiling a little as the smaller fighter once again bested her larger opponent.
"The lady fights very well," he commented easily to the spectator seated nearby. "I don't think I've ever seen a woman as skilled." Of course, most workers would not have dared to speak to the woman, obviously from the upper-class, without being spoken to first. Though it wasn't any lack of respect on his part, on the contrary, the cow herder was very mindful of his manners. But living outside the city by himself, he often forgot many of the conventions of civilization.
Atrius looked at the weaponsmith and chuckled. "Larger still? You're holding one of the largest gladius that we have. What could be large enough?"
The weaponsmith and Atrius seemed mildly amused by their predicament, especially as their eyes landed on the Spathas. Atrius walked over and started looking at the swords. He found one that was far to long for him, but as Brutus picked up the Spatha it seemed to fit him like a glove. Brutus smiled. He was more laughing at himself than anything. It would be amusing for him to walk around with a Spatha instead of a Gladius in Armor that barely fit in length. For once he felt estranged by his height, almost like he didn't belong in the shorter world. Knowing my luck and how things have run so far, I'll probably get stuck on some little thing... Perhaps one of those northern monstrous horses the Celts ride would work if this legion has any. If one exists, Brutus. It could all have been roumors.
"This sword feels perfect in my hand. Good weight, good length. I fear altering the blade though might imalance the sword."
Summer Heat
Antonius Justus watched as Drusus reviewed the contract, noting that he did indeed know how to read. He wasted little time responding when the man asked when he should start. Might as well be immediately. The governor replied. Though there might not be to great a need for your services with all the dinners and events we have been asked to attend, I am sure the household staff would appreciate any effort you could make to improve their meals.
Taking the contract once Drusus has signed it, the governor signed it as well before rolling it back up and tying it closed. My daughter will likely not be back until later this evening, after the races. I myself will be departing in not to long to take care of some business and then attend as well. If you have any personal matters that need to be dealt with before we depart, today would be a good day to start on them. You will of course have ample opportunity to deal with them over the next several days as well. If you require any accommodations until we sail East, the household staff has been instructed to prepare you a guest room if you request it.
Are there any questions you have of me before I must depart to attend to some other matters? Though Antonius Justus seemed very business like and ready to move on to the next matter, there was a distinct sincerity in his face as he asked the last question.
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Though the overseer of the gladiatorial school seemed appalled that the cow herder would dare to address his guest, he had not time to berate the hired cleaner before Lucilla looked over and gave a slight smile as she replied. There may be other women who fight as well, but I would not warrant there are many. She has trained with several of the finest swordsmen from the legions over the last six years.
The overseer seemed to relax as his important guest seemed unbothered by being addressed by the worker. Lucilla had learned long ago however that outside of Rome, allowing yourself to be more approachable by the common citizens helped to lessen potential animosity. Her father felt this was important, and it was one of the reasons that he made sure that both her and himself were taught to be at least able to carry on basic conversations in what ever the more common languages of the area they were living in happened to be. In face, the raven haired woman was rather confident that on the long ocean trip to their new home, there would be tutors to get them started on whatever local languages happened to be in the area. She knew Hebrew and Aramaic were two commonly spoken in those parts, but Parthian was also another possibility.
Keeping her dark eyes fixed on the cow herder, she continued, but I am sure you have the opportunity to see many great fighters if you work here often. Though I would imagine Berit tends to stand out from many of those for many reasons.
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Artius gave Brutus a grin as he tested the spatha, the weapon fitting the large man perfectly. Then I would not make any changes to it Tribunal. Giving a slight nod to the weaponsmith, the centurion then lead the new tribunal away from the clanging of hammers on metal that seemed constantly present around the weaponsmiths area.
I am sure you can understand that the many weaponsmiths are kept quite busy by the demands of keeping the weapons of the legion in working order. Just the practice with the pilums by the soldiers keeps dozens of them busy every day restraightening the iron shaft leading to the tips. But then they are designed to bend when thrown, so they might hook into an enemys shield, making it useless for defense due to the added weight.
The centurion lead Brutus out one of the side gates to the camp, past the palisade and trench towards an open field. Gathered in the field were hundreds of men, all obviously carrying out some form of training. One group, the closest to the gate, were sparing in pairs with rudius, wooden versions of the gladius. The sound of the wood clacking together as the scores of pairs spared was almost a roar.
Beyond that group were at least another two hundred men or more, all in full armor, with the square shields and pilums in their hands, marching across the field as the shifted their square formations into other configurations and then back into the more tight squares. Atrius stopped so they could watch the maneuvers. It takes a great deal of practice to be able to quickly and smoothly change formations in the heat of battle. But it is a key element of our legions success, for I have seen few enemies that can so quickly adapt to changes on the battlefield as we can.
These men, he said, indicating both the group sparring and those drilling, are from the 7th and 9th cohorts. In most any legion, those cohorts will be made up of the newest recruits. These came to us just a few weeks ago after we arrived in Italia, replacements for our losses in Germania. But if at all possible, all the legionnaires train daily to continually hone their skills. Though with the moving of camps and preparations to depart to the East in the last two days, that has been a little harder to accomplish.
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"Many indeed," he smiled as he leaned briefly on his broom. "Though, as a mere tradesman, I can only guess as to their skills. Your friend has had more straight victories than I have seen from the other fighters. It is solely on that which I base my opinion."
At first glance, the herder's constant smile might have seemed like an attempt to be ingratiating, but it somehow went beyond that. It was an introspective smile that seemed to be caused by a genuine warm-hearted amusement at the world around him.
"It is good to train on a daily basis. From an athlete's standpoint, becoming relaxed in training can lead to failure in the olympics. However, too much training too quickly can force bad habits, dirty shortcuts, and turn a potential asset to his team into a complete liability. I hope the break in training for the journey to the east does not disrupt any of the newer recruits in their learning curves, and cause such patterns. By the way, how many days will we have before we start on that journey?" Brutus spoke up, feeling it something he could comment on. He realized how similar training a legion to fight was to training athletes to compete. He was truly feeling in his element.
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Pyris looked up to see the silversmith approach him ready to teach today's lesson. The silversmith was a sympathetic fellow, and while Pyris wasn't entirely certain that the smithy knew of his preference to not speak. The smithy assumed it was out of obedience and determination to prove himself that Pyris never asked a question. Regardless, Pyris realized this may be the only time he felt comfortable in this household.
Summer Heat
Lucilla gave a slight smile as the cow herder explained his reasoning for stating that Berit was very skilled. That is not a bad way to come to a conclusion. There are many times that people are confronted with an obvious answer but find ways to overlook it. As she finished, the redheaded young woman came up the stairs to the observation area, brushing a strand of hair from her face and whipping some sweat from her brow. The raven haired woman gave the cow herder a warm smile as she stood. I am sorry to have to cut our discussion short, but it is time we should be leaving, we dont have much time before we are due at the races at the Circus Maxiums.
She then made her way over towards Berit who was waiting by the stairs, her gaze fixed on the cow herder, recognizing him from the day before. The Celtic woman could feel that she would be a bit sore come the morning, but it had been well worth it. Lucilla gave her a sly smile as she said, I think sometimes that you enjoy these training sessions so much as you often get a chance to roll around on the ground with such physically fit men.
Berit looked at the other woman as a grin came to her face as well. And I need to find an excuse such as this to be able to do that? The redheaded woman sighed as she brushed some dirt and sand off the back of her arm. What I need right now however is a bath. Lucillas smiled widened as the two made their way back down the stairs and towards the exit of the gladiator school. Well, we just happen to be close to the bath house Trajan had built, one of the grandest in Rome. There is still about an hour of time for when it is reserved for use by women. We should have enough time for a nice bath before we meet my father at the Circus Maximus.
Berit smiled at the thought as the two left the school. As soon as they were out the door, she leaned in towards Lucilla and spoke in a low voice, using Gaelic. That man sweeping the observation area, he was the vendor I bought that leather bracelet from yesterday, the one that gave me the statue of the raven to give to you. Lucilla looked at her slightly surprised as they started towards the bathhouse of Trajan. Really? He did seem to have some keen insights into things. To bad I didnt know before hand, I would liked to have asked him more about the statue and how he knew about my connection with my raven, if indeed he did. Though she tried to sound as if she was merely curious about the cow herder, she was feeling there were a few to many coincidences surrounding him.
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Artius gave Brutus a slight smile as he commented about the long ocean journey possibly interfering with the training of the legionnaires and asked how long before they would leave. The journey will interfere with some training, there is obviously not nearly enough room for maneuvers such as those, he pointed to the men marching and shifting formations as a century of them stopped and dropped down into a shield wall, the front rank forming the front of the wall while the back ranks moved their shields to cover above. Overall the maneuver went smoothly, though there were a few places where the shields did not interlock quite quickly enough, drawing the attention of the centurions overseeing the training who rushed up to yell at those who had been two slow.
Artius let out a chuck before continuing. But there will still be the opportunity for some training, mainly sparring on the voyage. As for how soon we depart, we should all be on our way within five days. He then looked over towards the larger man as he asked, so tribunal, would you like to join in some of this training for some time? Or perhaps continue becoming more aquatinted with the camp?
(ooc By the way, anyone interested in reading some about the character Berit is a version of, you can read about a modern version of her in the story I have started posting in my new thread, Facets.)
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I am sorry to have to cut our discussion short, but it is time we should be leaving, we dont have much time before we are due at the races at the Circus Maxiums.
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He smiled, bowing a little as she left. He watched until the two women were gone before continuing with his sweeping.
"You took a mighty big chance there," the overseer said, looking over to the smaller man. "Some of the nobles would have had you beaten for that kind of brazeness."
"Hmmmm, perhaps," the herder said thoughtfully. "You would think that their wealth would put them in a better mood most of the time."
"Well consider yourself lucky you caught one of the decent ones," the overseer answered, ignoring the other man's little joke. "No tools for you this week I'm afraid. We've got some timber and some old leathers down below if you want some of that."
"Thank you," the herder said, finishing his work and leaning the broom on his shoulder. "But it seems I may be going away for awhile. I'll take no payment today." The overseer shrugged, quite used to the herder's strange impulses by now.
"Where are you going?" he asked, only half caring really.
"I may take a job with the military," the cow man shrugged. "Still kind of deciding." The overseer shrugged again, leaving the scruffy worker standing on the steps.
Brutus smiled as he checked his Spatha once more. It was still not a blade he was familiar with, but he wanted to get as aquainted ot the camp and the ways things were done before he played with swords and sparring. "I would enjoy the training greatly, but not at this moment. I feel it is more important for me to learn the rest of the camp and then we can return to spar. I am sure there will be plenty of opprotunity for me to train and increase my skill."
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Pyris had taken the next lesson and excelled. It was clear his ability to manipulate the metal was far surpassing his teacher, and the training had not even begun. Lucius would be pleased.
Summer Heat
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Taking the contract once Drusus has signed it, the governor signed it as well before rolling it back up and tying it closed. My daughter will likely not be back until later this evening, after the races. I myself will be departing in not to long to take care of some business and then attend as well. If you have any personal matters that need to be dealt with before we depart, today would be a good day to start on them. You will of course have ample opportunity to deal with them over the next several days as well. If you require any accommodations until we sail East, the household staff has been instructed to prepare you a guest room if you request it.
Are there any questions you have of me before I must depart to attend to some other matters? Though Antonius Justus seemed very business like and ready to move on to the next matter, there was a distinct sincerity in his face as he asked the last question.
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A hundred questions flashed across Drusus mind, but he decided on only a choice few.
Lodging would be most appreciated. As for the food preparation; do you know what kind of accommodations there will be when we arrive? Or on shipboard? And I would like to get a start on planning so if I could get an idea of types of foods that you prefer
He stopped, realizing he was getting a bit ahead of himself. Im sorry. Overly excited I guess. We can worry about that last bit later.
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Antonius Justus listened to Drusus questions, wasting little time before answering. It is typical for the governor of Judea to reside in the palace of Herod the Great in Caesarea Maritima on the coast. That should be more than adequate to hold all the household staff as well as many of my closest clients and their households.
Smiling slightly as Drusus halted his questions, Antonius Justus stood as he replied. My daughter can help give you an idea of the types of food I most prefer, but you shouldnt worry about that just yet. You have plenty of time to plan for that over the next few days. A female slave in her mid twenties came into the room as he continued. This is Soria, she can show you to the quarters that will be yours while we remain in Rome. Now I really must be going I am afraid, would not do to keep Caesar waiting. Until this evening.
With that he started back towards the back of the house where his chambers would be located. The slave girl stood quietly, waiting for Drusus to indicate he was ready to see his guest room.
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Excuse me, my friend and I were wondering if you might assist us in selecting a few choice selections for our starters.
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Drusus worried for a moment as the daughter of the governor actually spoke to him. He had suffered through enough abuse in his slave days by the wives and daughters of important guests, he hoped this one was not one of those moments.
We have a fine selection tonight, but the best selection tonight are the snails and the mussels. Please let me know if you would like anything tested.
He didnt say too much, it was not his place to make small-talk to the guests, and especially not the daughter of a guest of the Emperor! That could easily make him lion food in the arena.
But still he couldnt help but watch the two women as they reviewed the fine food on the table.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
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