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  1. Eppitacos listened intently as Horatia spoke to him. He could hear the weight of belief behind her words. She was right, and he believed - as she did - that the gods did have some purpose for him. He had fiercely believed that his purpose was to save Britannia when he was younger. That belief was shattered, and over time as he was separated from his home, his culture, his people, his gods, he lost all belief or interest in any sort of purpose other than living. "A truly higher purpose that would be," he chuckled after Horatia spoke of his prospects as an actor. "Though I believe I've had my fill of being an entertainer." Which brought Horatia to suggest another route to him. "It isn't uncommon," he conceded, and then contemplated how truthful he should be about the situation he had endured at his former ludus; with an ex-betrothed who wanted nothing more than to see him dead; that she, and not the gods, had twice been the agent of chaos behind the greatest changes in his life. "But I've also had my fill of killing," he grinned. Eppitacos took a deep, contemplative breath. "As I said, for most of my life I used my hands to destroy... and now that destruction has taken its own toll on me." He raised both arms up to briefly display the difference between his forearms. "I would like to use the hand I have left to create... something," he smiled softly. @Sara
  2. Eppitacos surmised from Horatia's tight smile that despite his best efforts to master the Roman way of discourse, he hadn't quite perfected the subtleties of it. Or was he just overthinking everything and putting too much Roman into the Briton? She posed a good question, though, that took him away from second-guessing himself: Would he enjoy it? That largely depended on how his hosts viewed him and treated him. Was he to be a showpiece for their entertainment? Or was he to be seen an equal - or at least something close to it? "I would enjoy the opportunity," he answered with a soft smile, "though I don't have much in terms of plans or grand aspirations to speak on. It's been a long time since I've had the freedom to think of a future." In Britannia, and even in the arena, he had been consumed with the here and now, fighting the threat of the moment, and winning the chance at another day. "My past was dominated by warfare, and that is, truly, all I've known. Any plans I once had are nothing but memories now." He cast his eyes down to look at his shortened sword arm. "I always believed the gods had a better use for me, I was just never good at listening." @Sara
  3. Hey all! After taking some time to find that spark again (and lighten my character load), I'm finally ready to see what's out there for plots. Take a gander at my characters/ideas, and let me know if anything sounds enticing! LUCIUS JUNIUS SILANUS Background: Adopted son (biological nephew) of Decimus Silanus, who was most-well known for defeating a pirate threat, and launching the second wave of invasions in Britannia against Eppitacos (where he was ultimately killed in battle). Lucius grew up accustomed to death and chaos, and has not had an easy life since Decimus' death. Recent Developments: After returning from several campaigns in Britannia, Lucius spent the majority of his inherited wealth to rebuild the family estate (that had been destroyed in the riots years earlier). Not much longer, he was embroiled in a legal battle against his paternal cousin over the rightful claim to the land where the estate was built. He ultimately lost the battle, his home, and his wealth. In a fit of rage he set fire to the home and was arrested for arson. Current Situation: With the help of his former commander Longinus, Lucius was able to escape punishment for arson, and found his way back into military service. He is currently in Syria commanding an auxiliary regiment of Britons (irony). Looking For: I'm really open to pretty much anything. I plan on having Lucius in the east for a while, but would love to do back in time threads, or letters, etc. EPPITACOS Background: Former "king" of the Britons, and warleader of the Brigantes, Eppitacos was the courageous (and almost successful) leader of the Britons against the second Roman invasion led by Decimus Silanus. He was eventually betrayed by his betrothed, Ysulda of the Brigantes, and sent to Rome a slave. Instead of being executed, he was spared by Quintus Caesar who made him into an entertainer in the colosseum. Recent Developments: Eppitacos spent over a decade fighting in the area and became so beloved for his fighting style and theatrics that he gained a great deal of popularity and fanfare within the city. That all came to an end when the lanista in charge of him - Albinus - married none other than Ysulda - Epp's back-stabbing betrothed. Long story short, Epp was set to receive his freedom, but Ysulda orchestrated an attack on Epp that required his sword arm be amputated, and almost took his life. Current Situation: After the attack, instead of being freed, Epp was sold by Caesar to a Vestal named Calpurnia. Eventually freed, Epp found himself apprenticed to a blacksmith (and former fan) who fashioned a prosthetic arm of sorts for him. Looking For: Epp is used more as a delivery man for his master (in the trade sense), and is out and about the city delivering various metalwork items, so he can run across or meet anyone. I imagine he might have popularity with some - while others think that he was just killed and have mostly forgotten about him. I'd really like to get him connected with other Britons (or slaves in general). He has a growing passion to help his fellow Britons in the city, and be the leader they need. That could grow into a freedom sort of thing maybe. Not sure yet, but I'm open! Alright. The book is finished. If you'd like to plot, just let me know!
  4. Chris

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    Hey hey! I play two characters currently. First is Eppitacos, who would certainly be familiar with Owyn considering their shared history. He was also a gladiator for most of the 10+ years he's been in Rome. Part of a plot I had for him was that after Ysulda fled to Rome, she married Albinus - the lanista in charge of Epp. She wouldn't have Epp earn his freedom, so she set up an attack on him that resulted in him being wounded so bad that he had his sword arm amputated. After all of that, instead of being freed, he was sold by Caesar to a Vestal - Calpurnia (sister-in-law to Sara's Horatia) - and later freed by her. So! He's now a freedman apprenticed as a blacksmith. I'd love to see what seeing Owyn would do to him. He's struggled with the "Roman vs Briton" dichotomy. Second is Lucius Junius Silanus, another character tied to Britannia. He's the nephew/adopted son of Decimus Junius SIlanus - the original governor who sort of kicked off the second phase of the invasion. Lucius served under Sara's Longinus and was known for his brutality against Britons. He's currently in the east, ironically commanding an auxlia of Britons who've joined Rome ha. So I'm not sure they could meet in the present, but perhaps back in time. Just wanted to put the idea out there! Let me know your thoughts! @Knight
  5. Eppitacos couldn't help but smirk at her mention of her husband's less than complimentary recollections of Britannia. He wouldn't expect any different from a Roman... especially if her husband had been fighting the Britons when Eppitacos commanded them. "I have not," he said, affirming that he hadn't traveled beyond Rome before that very trip from which he was then returning. "Any exposure I had to anything beyond Roma was from fighting men and beasts brought from abroad. I'd prefer to see them in their natural element." To which she mentioned Calpurnia and her villa. Eppitacos knew of his patron's villa, though he had not yet visited. He put on a smile to match hers; warm and calming. He was happy to see that, despite her crossed arms, she seemed to be relaxing to his presence. Once again the influence of Calpurnia had saved him. He widened his smile at her mention of the irony in his being a dinner guest... though internally he felt his heart lunge. The war that I started? But he had learned enough about Romans to know better than always speak his heart. And then she mentioned a son. "Indeed, I'm sure he would. Should he desire it, or you, I am of course obliged. I could not deny a request from a relative of Calpurnia." He just hoped her son wasn't some snobby Roman brat. That would be a situation where he would find it much more difficult to hold his tongue. @Sara
  6. Eppitacos smirked as he walked away and heard Cinnia's "Alright" lift into the air behind him. He dashed quickly through the hall leading out into the open air plaza, and once there let his eyes dart around for anything that might work as a sword. Hearing Cinnia's footsteps behind him, he found nothing than a tree in the corner with barren limbs. He reached up, using his strength to snap nearly sword-sized limbs from the tree. They were hefty enough to grasp tightly, and not too flimsy. He turned to greet Cinnia. "Not quite swords, but these will do," he laughed, and handed the longer of the two limbs over to her. "Now, any last words?" Again his smirk crossed over the corner of his lips, and he waited for Cinnia to make her move. @Atrice
  7. Lucius smiled. "I don't imagine you will need to be in battle commanding soliders," he began, "but one day you'll have a family, a litter of small Caecinae running about," he lowerd his hands toward the ground and fluttered them about to mimic the sporadic movements of children at play. "And then the commander in you will come out." They had almost completed their tour of the garden.. though in reality the pair had spent more time looking at one another than any of the scenery. It had been a much needed respite for Lucius, considering everything else that had been going on in his life. His thoughts took him to the east, where he was to be for at least the next year, if not longer. He wondered, if he fought in the east for so long, what would become of her life in his time away. Surely she would have a family by that point. "Whenever it is I return from the east," he said, still halfway in his thoughts, "you must promise to meet me here for another stroll around the garden." @Echo
  8. Note from Chris: FORTUNA AUGUSTI JULY-SEPTEMBER 76 AD It is the 829th year since the founding of Rome, and for the better part of two decades the empire has had peace. After bringing a swift defeat to the usurpers and traitors who with their very actions moved to unravel the fabrics that made up the sacred traditions of the eternal city, Imperator Quintus Flavius Caesar Alexander Augustus has managed to maintain balance by directing the ambitions of those under his control toward strengthening their empire internally with great architectural projects, and fortifying her borders against the ever-ravenous barbarian tribes inhabiting the fringes of the world. IN APRIL all of the Roman world celebrates the gods and the fortune of the Caesars. In the first senate session of the month, with the nineteenth birthday of Caesar's eldest son Titus just days away, the Senate invests upon Titus the traditional imperial powers - the maius imperium - along with the tribunician powers in the same manner as Augustus had passed them onto Tiberius half a century earlier. With these powers Titus is essentially co-Caesar, equal to Quintus in constitutional power, if yet lacking in his personal authority and majesty. The month of Aprilis is marked for celebration; celebration for the new powers placed upon Titus, and for the Ludi Megalenses (on April 4th) celebrating Cybele the Goddess of Motherhood; the Ludi Ceriales (on April 12th), honoring Ceres the Goddess of Grains; and the Ludi Florales (on the 27th), honoring Flora, Goddess of Flowers. It is a joyous time across the empire. IN MAY Quintus Caesar, along with his son Titus and retinue of his closest companions, embarks on a tour of the empire to visit the legions and frontier forts so that each commander and solider might see Titus' face, know his voice, and what sort of man he is. Across the frontier they engage in small raids and drills, with Quintus deferring command to Titus. Titus, unwilling to let his pride be wounded, performs marvelously and is quick to earn the respect of the frontier legions (arguably the most important to a Caesar's base of power). Later in the month, while on the lines of the Danube, Quintus Caesar falls gravely ill. Spartan in his diet and regimen, he is a man who has rarely fallen ill at any point in his life, and it is a great surprise to his attendants when this new ailment ceases all progress of their tour. In a private moment witnessed only by Quintus, Titus, and Quintus' closest aide, Quintus hands his signet ring - a family heirloom of the Flavians - to Titus, effectively conferring absolute power to his son. IN JUNE Caesar briefly recovers from his sickness, but finds himself short of breath and energy and makes the decision to cut his tour short in order to return to Rome. Once returned, his condition again worsens and he calls upon his closest allies. In yet another closed-door meeting, he presents Titus, wearing his ring, and one-by-one each proclaims their loyalty to Titus, his family, and to Rome. Quintus announces that he intends to retire into private life, for he will not stand to have his image of strength wither away in front of the senate and people. At the suggestion of his closest advisors, and in an attempt to avoid any sort of turbulence in handing over power, Quintus creates a consilium, or council, of ten men who will serve the empire and Titus Caesar. This first iteration of the council is made up of: Two Flavians to serve as potential successors: Jullus, and Octavius Flavius Alexander The Princeps Senatus - Directly representing the Senate. Two Consuls - Revolving every year to represent the empire at large. The Praetorian Prefect - To represent the Equestrians. Two Peoples' Tribunes - To represent the lower classes. Two Companions - Chosen directly by Titus to support and represent him as called upon. IT IS NOW JULY and Quintus Caesar has retired to his family's villa in the countryside between Rome and Naples. He remains weakened from the mysterious illness, and will likely remain so for the rest of his life. Though he remains away from the weight of power, he still offers guidance and support to his son, and maintains alliances across the empire in an effort to help as he can. The majority of his time is spent writing his personal memoirs and a treatise on tactics in warfare. Titus sits as Caesar. All decisions that are made are first made within the Consilium, and then taken to the Senate or people as needed. Rome's nobility, as ambitious as ever, now see the Consilium as the gateway to glory and power for their families. They are eager to prove themselves worthy of inclusion within Caesar's inner circle. Outside of Rome the barbarian tribes remain as restless as ever, but it is the continued success of new Seleucid Empire against Parthia in east that poses the greatest growing threat to Rome. Will Titus prove himself the commander that his father and grandfather were, or will he find a new path on which to forge his legacy? All roads lead to Rome... and from it. Where will yours take you?
  9. Indeed it was not a lot of information. Quintus adjusted his seating and rolled his neck around his shoulders to crack it before continuing. "I don't know the exact date she arrived," he admitted, but added "within the last month." He paused before answering the second half of Helios' question. Her relations. "She is an illegitimate member of the Flavian family," he said at last, his eyes pointed and direct as if to relay the unspoken details. "I have reason to believe that she was made aware of that fact just recently and thus came to Rome to seek out either more answers.. or status, or wealth, or some combination of it all. To my understanding she has never been to the city, and must have come in by way of Ostia and up the Tiber." Caesar was not so familiar with the routes of travel used by the lower class citizens to get into the city, but he presumed Helios was. @Atrice
  10. Lucius didn't attempt to hold in the laughter that burst from him as Caecina balked at the thought of being comparable to a solider. "You've obviously never seen the screamers of the Celtic tribes.. they're all women and very formidable." Lucius had seen green recruits and veterans of the eastern frontiers alike stopped in their tracks when facing a charge from the female warriors of the Britannic tribes. Caecina wasn't so terrifying in her present state, but he held no doubts she could be ferocious if the need arose. "Being an officer is..." he paused, thinking of how to best answer her question. "A great many things, I suppose," he continued, still searching for the right words. "But if I had to choose any one word to describe it, it would be balance. There is a struggle between doing what feels morally right, and what can achieve the goal. There is the balance between your personal goals and success, and those of the men beneath you, and the men above you. And there is some fear," he admitted. "Not for my life necessarily, but that I might make a decision that will pointlessly take the lives of my men." He paused to look Caecina over. "That is where your confidence would make you a good soldier, or leader, dear Caecina. You have enough to drown your fears." @Echo
  11. Eppitacos took in the clues she gave with her movements and her body language. She was a strong woman, there was no doubt... and stubborn, it seemed - though that was not always a vice.He smiled quickly at her comment on his kindness, and then waited with a held breath as she tried to find the words to explain that she was not in any sort of immediate danger. Though, based on what she said, there was something more emotional or perhaps spiritual affecting her well-being. He nodded, understanding the feeling of being pent up and smothered that came along with spending too much time in the crowded streets of Rome. "Yes, it is," he said, a small smile crossing his lips at the fact that she knew anything of where he came from. "I haven't seen my land in over a decade," he admitted, "but it is quite a different place than Roma... though this country has a comforting character of its own." He paused for just a moment. "To be honest, this is the first time I have seen anything beyond the outskirts of the city since I was brought here," he said, "but I fully understand the desire to just escape." Perhaps not the best choice of words for a recently freed slave. @Sara
  12. Eppitacos grinned at Cinnia's suggestion. "Why sometime?" He asked before shooting his eyes in all directions to survey their surroundings. The party seemed lively, with anyone who was someone involved in some sort of conversation or drinking competition. "I could use a breath of fresh air," he continued, "and you can show me your stance." He jerked his head for her to follow him and without waiting for any sort of response turned his body to leave the main chamber where the gathering was being held. A short hallway connected the great hall to an open air plaza of sorts. @Atrice
  13. Eppitacos made continued mental reminders to himself to maintain an easygoing appearance - he didn't want to appear rigid or imposing to this woman before him. He kept his eyes on her as she admitted that she was familiar with his name, and surprisingly that she was Calpurnia's sister-in-law. His eyes widened at the revelation. He had never taken much time to learn much of Calpurnia's extended family. He knew she had a brother, but not much more than that. Though it seemed that Calpurnia had spoken of him to her relatives. He put a small smile on his face as he and the noblewoman found some common ground, strangers as they were. He kept the smile intact as she spoke to Fortuna's blessings - a point upon on which he agreed. "As you say Domina," he said, his voice as calm as he could make it. "As I said, my curiosity led me to this spot, and some concern for you led me farther." He considered what she had said about her freedman waiting on the road, and let his eyes jump away from her to examine their surroundings a little closer. He noticed what appeared to be a small shrine or marker behind her and, letting his intuition guide him, wondered if it was of some significance. "Though," he decided to continue, in case she did happen to be in some sort of distress. "If you are in any sort of trouble, or need help, I am of course obliged to help.. seeing as how you are family to Calpurnia." @Sara ((sorry for the delay!!!))
  14. He kept his eyes on Cinnia as she shifted under his questioning. There wasn't really a right or wrong answer that he wanted to hear; he simply wanted to test her resolve to be whatever her desires pulled her toward at that moment. He was surprised, though, that she was still not promised to anyone. Surely it would come in time. It was simply how their culture worked for the majority of the nobility. "That is good," he said, "that you have something you like." He took another drink. "I don't think it odd at all." He looked over to the queen, who ruled over the most powerful kingdom in all of Britannia. "This banquet might look like it's for me. It's really a show of her power. To most of these people I'm just a kid. The bastard of a warlord who was killed by the Romans. But, those are just titles put on me. The gods give me purpose, and guide me to who I'm supposed to be." Eppitacos paused and emptied the rest of his drink into his belly, and then looked kindly at Cinnia. "I apologize if my questions caught you off guard," he smiled softly. "I simply like to ask questions people don't expect. It gives me a better idea of who they are. These parties are all practiced, right? You prepare. You dress up to fit a look that's expected... even if it isn't really you. "If I'm honest, you didn't look entirely comfortable. I was curious to know why that might be. Now I know. You'd rather be outside practicing with your sword." He looked inside his empty goblet. "Me too, truth be told." @Atrice
  15. After the praise and thanks and talk of honor was finished, Caesar nodded. Truth be told, he wished he wasn't in a situation to need a secret meeting with a slave who made his career off finding and selling secrets, among whatever other things he did. However, Quintus was a man who understood that no matter a man or woman's station, they could have skills and value. He fully believed in giving the opportunity for someone to prove themselves. Helios' opportunity was at hand. "I need you to find someone," he started. "An Athenian woman recently arrived from Greece. Her name as I know it is Eutropia, though she could call herself Flavia." That was simply a guess, or intuition on Quintus' part. "She is young. In her twenties. Both her mother and father are dark-haired. Her mother has crystal blue eyes. The only other information I have on her is that she has recently run into some sort of trouble. I suspect that as a newcomer to Rome without money that trouble involves circles of people you are familiar with." He stopped there. "What else do you need to know?" @Atrice
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