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  1. Late July, 75 AD It had been a good while since that evening at the Gardens of Sullust, where he had been caught off guard by a thunderstorm and had to seek shelter in one of the pavilions there. And on the same night, a lovely young lady, Caecina Tusca, daughter to the proconsul of Britannia, had done exactly the same. That is how he met her and he was plenty entertained by her wit, her charm and their conversation – and her own attractiveness of course. So much that he almost found it a pity that he was already in his mid-40’s. Of course other Senators might be happy to consider such a young woman a future wife of theirs, but Tertius didn’t like the idea… at least not of her as his wife. If he should have a wife, he would like for her to be more mature and not someone who was younger than his own son. That would be strange. There was someone however, who should be looking for a wife, and that was his son and his heir, Teutus. He was a freedman and he could not hold office or follow the course of honor, but any children he had, they could reach proper ranks once more. And Teutus did carry the Varus name name, so any children he had, would do the same. Teutus was the one who would carry on the family name. It was all on his shoulders, especially since Secundus had no children. He hoped Caecina would like Teutus and that he would like her as well, and that her father would deem it a proper match despite Teutus’ rank. An invitation had been sent to Caecina Tusca at the Palatine, not far from the palace, as she had explained to him. It was the end of July now, almost a month after that fateful morning of the earthquake and Tertius’ domus was more or less restored now. He had considered leaving Rome and inspecting the villa in the countryside, but decided against it, because he wanted to bring Charis and with how far her pregnancy was now… he didn’t know if it would be safe for her. So in Rome they remained. Maybe they would travel after the child was born. Right now though, there were other important matters. The triclinium had been made ready, Rhoda was busy cooking in the kitchens and Teutus had also been informed that he should attend dinner with Tertius tonight, because they were having a visitor. Tertius had of course told Teutus how he met the young lady and that he had merely invited her to thank her for her kindness on the night of the thunderstorm. She sent for a litter for him too, after all. Now he was resting in a chair by the atrium, waiting for the guest to arrive and hoping that Teutus would be able to entertain her too. @Sharpie @Echo
  2. Letter dated one day before the earthquake that might postpone plans, delivered by a blonde male slave named Himeros. To Titus Sulpicius Rufus from Tertius Quinctilius Varus Greetings, I hope this letter finds you and your family well and that we may meet soon again. Perhaps either with our families or in another context. I enjoyed the visit from you and your friend Lucius Cassius Longinus regarding my niece. I still have not forgotten our interesting conversations. I am however writing with a request on behalf of one of my slaves. I am certain you remember Charis, who served you the tisane while you were here. You and your friend discussed one of your slaves, that is also from Britannia and we have discovered, that your slave Nymphias is in fact Charis’ sister. Charis has shown very good behavior lately and finally seems to have adapted to her new life here. Therefore, I have decided to reward her with seeing her sister once more. The two appear not to have seen each other since Britannia. I would like to invite Nymphias to come here, perhaps together with you, if you can find the time. We could become further acquainted and our slaves could spend some time together in my domus. I hope you will give my idea some thought and look forwards to reading your reply regarding this very interesting matter and progress. Sincerely, Praetor Tertius Quinctilius Varus @Liv
  3. 30th of June - The Earthquake It was an early morning… actually, it was barely morning. Everyone in the entire household were asleep, not even the kitchen slaves or those taking care of the heating system were awake yet. Silence roamed the corridors and the chambers and Tertius was also asleep in his room together with Hector, always by his side now – at least when they were in here. In the last week, there had been light tremors to the ground. It had been shaking a few times, or perhaps more rattling, it wasn’t anything big and not something he hadn’t experienced before. To most people in Rome, these things weren’t entirely uncommon. Tertius had of course made sure to sacrifice to the right gods and to his ancestors too, asked them for help, just in case something should happen. And nothing had happened and all seemed to be fine. Until now… He woke up with a start, as the bed was shaking much. In fact, everything was shaking! It had been a warm night and he hadn’t cared to put on any clothes after sharing some pleasure with Hector, but now… “Hector!” He literally shook his body slave’s arm, “Earthquake!” He exclaimed while he heard vases or jars of wine fall off tables and shatter and there was dust in the air from the walls or the roof. Tertius jumped out of the bed. His tunica still lay on the floor and he quickly pulled it over his head while thinking that this was more than just a light tremor! No one in the house would sleep through this, surely! Tertius ran out of the room, “EVERYONE out into the peristyle!” He yelled. If one of the doorways gave in or the roof, people could die! Hopefully Hector was right behind him, also waking people up, while Tertius ran to Antonia’s room to get her up. And where in the name of Hades was Charis… oh, the child! Gods! Why were they angry? @Sharpie @Sara @Joaquin
  4. Late June, 75 AD Charis had been allowed to do more and more, since their last proper conversation in the beginning of May. Now it was late in June and Charis was very visibly pregnant. It was impossible to not notice her, when he walked around the domus, although most of the time, they still didn’t interact with each other. She hadn’t done anything out of order though, since he let her out of the room and she was being a very good slave. She did as she was told and nothing else. So she was allowed longer trips to the market and the baths, just about as much freedom as the other slaves. She wasn’t spoiled like before. But she was also at the same level as the others. He couldn’t help but sometimes watch her. Perhaps he still had a fondness for her, despite it all. And add to that the fact, that she carried his child! The first child he would have since Antonia was born. His third child. Teutus had been a mistake, back then, but today he was grateful for his son and still pleased with the fact that Teutus was now free and held his name. Any child Teutus would have, would carry on the family name. But there would be another child and Charis had been so certain it was a boy. Despite the fact that he now had Teutus written into the will as his heir, you never knew what could happen. A second son wouldn’t be bad. He would have to talk to Charis again. Discuss her well-being and the child. Especially the child. What were her hopes – what did she think would happen? She had behaved so far and the idea of taking the child from her had faded along with his anger. He almost wanted to forgive her for her disobedience and her lies. And then he might actually accept the child and free it right away and name it his child. And let Charis be his son’s mother. But it all depended on how this conversation would go. Tertius had the triclinium made ready for this talk. A bit of wine, a bit of water and he’d asked Rhoda what Charis preferred to eat these days; he recalled from his time with his wife, that she had certain cravings when she was pregnant. This would be the first time he would spoil Charis after she tried to kill herself and the child; and after her punishment. But all that was in the past now. Now he sat on one couch and another was ready for her. He sent a slave to fetch Charis. Tertius was willing to move on… if she was. @Sara
  5. Safinia let the slaves fuss over her as well as her mother. It was only for a dinner with the family. No need to fuss over her. Or she had believed. Well the good thing for tonight was that she was wearing a new dress that was light green with simple in its designs with white sleeves to match it. Safinia did like the material and it was much better than the utter chaos and tragedy that was pink. A good color to be certain. But it was just simply not her color. She was willing to try and apologize to her father for her behavior. While she did believe in her behavior,she also believed in making peace for it was too drastic. It was something she had to do. As she made her way to wear the dining was, she spoke to herself practicing to what she was to say to her father. It was a simple one but it would be for the peace. She wasn’t about to change her ways unless she thought it would save her life. But maybe this way her father won’t parade her in a square like a livestock looking for a farmer. No it was the other way around. But regardless. She had to. Plus her mother would constantly lecture her. As the young lady made her way into the dining area,she saw her father was waiting for her with....Praetor Tertius. This was indeed a shock. But not surprising as seeing as he was not the only of the senate to visit. Her father put down his goblet and walked over to her. “Ahh there you come come.” He ushered his daughter over and introduced her. Safinia was only a little bit confused as she looked to her father who cleared his throat. She bowed her head,speaking of the honor. Her father then excused himself out of the room leaving only the slaves in prescence. “It is a honor to receive you in our home..” She spoke. “But if I may pry to ask,why now? No disrespect to you good sir but you’re not one of the senate to visit my father. Again,no insult meant” @Atrice
  6. Early February, 75 AD It had her taken several weeks to form the idea and find the courage to present it to her husband, who was invariably and very demosntratively displeased that Livia would entertain such thoughts. It had taken a few more weeks to warm him up to the perceived benefits of a social visit: did Secundus not want to know what his brother was up to, if only to protect his own interests? Did he not want to know what that slave son was like, again for his own sake? At last he relented, but made Livia swear she would be back before nightfall, and sent her with one of his trusted slaves as a not-at-all-undercover spy; although Aglaea would be going too, Secundus knew the body slave was far too loyal to Livia to be persuaded into reporting to him. She knew it had been in poor form, but Livia had not dared to send a message beforehand to let Tertius know she would be dropping by - he could have refused by claiming to be too busy, and she did not want her little outing - one of increasingly fewer - to be compromised by a polite denial. So it was that they reached the Esquiline unheralded. A slave rushed off to announce their arrival and as the party of three waited for her brother-in-law to come and greet them, Livia took in her surroundings. The domus was big and airy, and gave off an impression of lively bustle even though everything was impeccably maintained. It felt like the opposite of her own house, which she found gloomy and austere despite being just as pristine in furnishings - any ruined or destroyed objects were quickly replaced with new, whole ones. Livia looked to her body slave for encouragement, who provided it with a small nod. This was out of line and she knew it, but she hoped Tertius would forgive her and let her into his house. Her desire to meet with him and his new heir - Teutus, she recalled - was genuine, and she wanted to be optimistic that they would see it. @Atrice @Sharpie @Echo
  7. Early May 75AD Charis smiled softly, one hand holding the basket of browning leaves she had painstakingly plucked from the rosebushes, the other hand on her bump. She was now almost five months pregnant and was taking to pregnancy as a duck to water. The gentle curve of her stomach suited her petite frame; the neat bump lightly showing now beneath her tunica. She had first felt the baby move the week before last but now the little flutters were stronger and the sensation so unfamiliar it stopped her in her tracks. She smiled to herself as she felt the movement beneath her fingers and gently stroked the fabric of her plain tunica. Whilst her body might have recovered from what she had done to it in late February and the month of solitude Tertius had ordered her to, her mind had certainly not. Gone was the pragmatic yet passionate woman who schemed and devised plans to ensure her survival and freedom. In her place, observers would find a quiet young woman, meek and placid who went through the daily tolls of life as a slave without complaint. She had been thoroughly broken and the pieces of her mind had yet to be put back together. To her, she needed to behave, to serve her dominus and his family as best as she could; she had betrayed him, and herself and it was only the real Charis - buried deep down and hidden - that saw that this behaviour should not be unexpected. No woman who saw her husband killed, her family enslaved; was carted over land and seas in shackles, lost a child, been raped and now grew another in her belly, could keep up the pretence of happiness and normality forever. The trauma had been bound to catch up to her eventually, and when it had, the breaking down had been spectacular. It had been almost six weeks since Tertius had let her out of her little room but she had barely crossed paths with him in that time. She was no longer his favourite (much to the delight of both Hector and Jocasta), she was a spurned woman, damaged goods and most of the other slaves equally gave her a wide berth. Rhoda had been concerned at the dramatic change in her personality, but no amount of coaxing could return the woman she had known for a year. That Charis was so buried it would take a giant to unearth her. She didn't hear footsteps behind her as she smiled to herself, one hand splayed against her bump. TAG: @Atrice
  8. Late February 75AD TW: Miscarriage references Charis didn't know who had found her, just after midday. She also didn't realise the sight that had greeted them; sheets soaked with blood, a pale slip of a thing shaking in bed, unable to be roused from sleep, at deaths door. She also didn't know how long it had been until Tertius was told and a medicus was called. Likewise, she was not privy to the conversation between said medicus and her dominus where he informed him - based on her symptoms, Charis had taken an abortifacient and was suffering the after effects of whatever other poison had been mixed into the tisane. She had, however, been informed that the tisane hadn't worked. From what the medicus could see - despite the bleeding and the stomach cramps, despite the sleep that had taken her over a full day to wake from, she was likely still pregnant. She had been forced, in her sleep, to swallow charcoal shavings which had made her wake and retch up the poison; and the concerned face of Rhoda was the first thing she saw - hovering over her - as she did so. Now here she was, two days after she had seen Teutus and taken the money and the tisane, alone and in her bed. It was early evening - she could tell from the movements of feet and the bustle of slaves around her house. She lay pale as a ghost in her bed, her hair freshly washed by Rhoda and the sheets and pallet changed but unmistakably unwell and upset. The oil lamps were running low and darkness filled the room - casting long shadows amongst her and Hector's belongings. Few had come to see her; Rhoda had, and Jocasta had peeked in with a sly smile on her face, evidently delighted by this turn in her fortunes. She didn't know what to expect of the next few days; would she be sold? Killed? Or would Tertius be relieved, not wishing to endure fatherhood for the third time? It seemed the Fates were determined to answer her silent musing as another shadow joined the collection and Tertius loomed into view through the cracked door. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, and attempted to sit up a little. She felt weak and wrung out, and lying there - pale as snow in the bed she looked younger than her years. She didn't say anything as he stepped into the room and curled her fingers into the sheet, balling it into her fists. Finding the silence unbearable she croaked, "Domine." in greeting and then fell silent again. How much he knew - beyond that she was pregnant and had tried to rid herself of it - she didn't know. Did he know Teutus had given her the money to buy the tisane? Or that she had been planning this for days? How close to death she had been? She didn't know and just stayed silent, her heart drumming against her chest. TAG: @Atrice
  9. Mid December, 74AD Longinus enjoyed the walk up the Esquiline Hill, perversely finding the ache in his legs satisfying. But he lingered now, outside the domus for Titus to join him before he was admitted. A request for a meeting had been sent a little over a week ago and he was bringing his closest friend for moral support (and because he suspected the opportunity to speak to a Praetor was decently tempting for Titus). He'd had absolutely no luck in engaging Tertius' elder brother, Secundus about the matter of his niece (his letters going unanswered and the offer of wine and a meeting refused). In frustration, he'd complained to his mother where he'd been promptly been informed that the oldest Varus was rumoured to be of unsound mind and that should Longinus wish to make any inroads, it would be better to speak to Tertius. And thus he'd found himself standing outside the domus, enjoying the last few dregs of warmth from the December sun. Seeing Titus approach he grinned and offered a dramatic roll of the eyes, "What a good first impression we're to make - late." He snorted and inclined his head to the slave who promptly swung open the door to admit them. Their presence was announced and Longinus couldn't help but glance around as he waited for the older man to join them. The domus was suspiciously quiet, or quieter than Titus' whose home was filled with the chatter of children and hurried feet of slaves running after them. He'd understood the Senator was widowed, much like himself, and had a young daughter of similar age to Cassia (his mother really was the font of all knowledge) and supposed the two men had more in common (at least superficially) than he'd anticipated. As Tertius approached, he cracked a broad grin in greeting; "Salve Senator Varus," He moved to clasp the other mans arm. "Thank you again for agreeing to meet me." TAG: @Atrice @Liv (& @Sharpie if you want Attis or Teutus to join!) Charis is also in the domus and may/will join the thread if/when invited over by Tertius. She's currently working in the garden, dressed up in the fancy chiton Tertius had picked out for her and looking eerily identical to her sister Nymphias...just more petite and brunette.
  10. 18th of December, 74 AD It was about time. It was the second night of Saturnalia, the 18th of December, and it was for this night that Tertius had planned the feast for the slaves of the household - and also freeing his son from slavery, of course. Tomorrow Teutus would no longer be a slave. And it was perfect to use Saturnalia for this ceremony and celebration, because this was when tables were turned for slaves anyway. During this week of Saturnalia, gambling was permitted and it was also common for the masters to provide a table service for their slaves. Someone had to cook it though and it hadn't been Tertius. But no one would be required to serve him tonight. He would pour his own wine and break his own bread. The triclinium of the house was not big enough for all his slaves, so tables had also been set up in the the peristyle - luckily the weather had been good enough for it. Tertius had invited a few friends and then of course all of his slaves would attend the feast. He hoped that Longinus and Rufus would come, as it would be good to have some fellow Senators present too. They had not sent word, but that didn't mean they would not show up. Antonia had been dressed up nicely for the occassion and everyone had been told to wear their finest clothes. He even had Jocasta make a new set of clothes for Teutus, for formal occassions. A chamber had been made ready for Teutus to move into, starting on this night if he wanted to. His own chamber with his own bed, his own table and chair and his own clothes. It would be a new life, but Tertius trusted his son could manage it. Tomorrow, he would be Teutus Quinctilius Varus instead of just Teutus. Finally. Now he was waiting in the hall just inside the front doors, hoping to see his slaves in their finest clothes. It was however also Saturnalia and that was the time of year where masters would often switch places with the slaves. He usually did a little thing with Hector at Saturnalia, but this year he considered to do it with Charis instead. What would it be like, if she was his mistress? That could be a very interesting... game. But he had not decided yet and before everything else, the ceremony of freeing Teutus would happen. So far, Tertius stood alone in the hall, but soon someone would join him here. A table had been set up earlier, with drinks for everyone, before all the slaves and Antonia went to get dressed for the feast. While he waited, he sipped a cup of wine casually. @Sara @Joaquin @Sharpie
  11. The evening of About Time, Saturnalia 74AD Charis sipped at her cup of wine and padded gently into Tertius' cubiculum, the man himself following behind her. Over the course of the evening she'd had the offered wine and food and her merriment at feeling free, even for the shortest period of time possible, had put a smile across her face. Atop her head sat a braided wreath of flowers which she'd hidden away and then promptly brought out for her favourite friends in the house mid-way through dinner (one for Rhoda and Parnes, one for little Antonia and one for Teutus), and she'd offered one to Tertius for her own amusement. That he wanted her tonight was no surprise, she'd dressed up for the occasion of Teutus' manumission and the festival, but she hadn't failed to notice Hector's horror that he would not be spending this apparently coveted night of festivities with his master. Still, she had other things on her mind than Hector; Teutus' freedom and her sister paramount amongst them. Still, with the wine in her blood and the happiness of the evening on her, she entered his room with a smile for possibly...the first time since he'd started summoning her. Or, at least it was the first genuine smile. Turning to him she raised her fingers to the coronet of flowers and brushed over it. She didn't particularly want to extract it yet but the routine of these sorts of nights was familiar and mundane now. Gone was the immediacy of their earlier interactions and instead, much like an old married couple, they undressed themselves and proceeded with the act without the heady lust of their earlier encounters. Lifting off the wreath and setting it down on a side table with her wine, she eyed him (for tonight she could actually look at him without fear of reproach) and asked in a light voice, "Tonight was lovely, Tertius." She smiled and set about unpinning the plaits and twists in her hair, unbraiding them one by one as she took a seat near the only window. The wine had flushed her cheeks and warmed her skin and she could do with the winter breeze. Arching a brow at him as she continued to unbraid her hair she asked; "Did you enjoy tonight?" She wanted to ask exactly what this equal footing on Saturnalia entailed but decided to hold off, preferring to test the boundaries first. TAG: @Atrice
  12. the morning after Special Treatment It had been a very enjoyable afternoon and early evening together with Charis. She had really improved since that incident with Helios and the following punishment; she had understood the point, that Tertius was definitely the one in charge and she should not think she’d be able to control his actions. And now she’d learned and he had rewarded her with a relaxing day away from the house. They had talked and shopped and finished it all in the Gardens of Sullust with a bit of pleasure. Tertius had been satisfied when he returned home. Charis had gone in through the slave entrance, while Tertius used the front entrance of course. Inside the house he’d been welcomed by Hector, who had seemed to be more than willing to make the evening good for Tertius too. There was food and drink and a massage before Tertius had drifted off to sleep. No pleasure with Hector tonight, but he did still want his body slave to sleep in Tertius’ bed, under the same covers. Hector’s warmth close to his own; he’d become so used to it now. Things were about to change a little bit though, and he would tell Hector about it soon enough. But this night, he preferred to not talk and just sleep. And Hector knew better than to ask his master about the day with Charis, when Tertius didn't mention it at all. Morning came however and light shone through the little window in his chamber. Tertius lay a bit awake in the silence. He could hear other slaves move around in the house, but no one went in to disturb Tertius or Hector just yet. Silently he waited for Hector to wake up, so that the day could get properly started. He rolled onto his side, watching the sleeping handsomeness by his side and gently stroked Hector’s unruly, soft and blonde hair. So far, this morning, everything was as it used to be. @Joaquin
  13. It was of course important to stay in shape. Tertius knew all about this, especially with a young and handsome body slave and lover like Hector… he was certainly in shape still and Tertius had to keep up with him. On top of that, he just didn’t want to sit down and eat and drink until he could barely move. No, he wanted to keep on looking good and staying fit. Today he decided he’d exercise at the Thermae Aventini – well first some exercise in the surrounding grounds around the magnificent building with the thermae and afterwards, he’d of course go to have a bath and maybe a massage. First things first though – the important part and then the relaxing part. He’d left his proper clothes on a bench in the gardens outside the thermae and there he’d let his body slave stay with the clothes, so they wouldn’t be stolen. He wore his tunica and the short breeches as he went for a run around the thermae. After the second round, he was feeling rather warm and stopped by a fountain to splash some water in his face. When he looked up, he saw another man doing the exact same thing on the other side of the fountain and he couldn’t help but smile. The other seemed familiar, one of his fellow Senators, but there were so many and it was impossible to keep up with them all. He believed this one was called Calvus and decided it would never hurt to make another friend in the Senate… “Greetings… it is a good day for staying in shape, is it not?” @Mord
  14. HECTOR Body slave and lover to Tertius Quinctilius Varus Age: 22 years oldAppearance: Youthful (almost feminine) appearance, blonde or dirty-blonde hairNationality: CaucasianSuggested playby: Alex Pettyfer and Mitch Hewer are ideas. But it's up to you.Background: Another player has before played Hector, and they made a very good background for him. The following is mostly Gorgon’s work, not mine - feel free to be inspired from it.Hector was born in 52 AD and he was born and raised as a personal slave. He was sired in a Greek slave house, his parents the best trained and most attractive of the house Dominus' stock. He was raised until the age of 17 in the slave house, until he was sold on to the markets in Rome, a rare treat for a wealthy Roman to snatch up, at the highest of prices, of course. 18 years old, Hector was purchased by Tertius Quinctilius Varus. To begin with he was a standard house slave, a role he truly despised, as it was far from what he had been trained and groomed for. Soon enough Hector was able to get himself into Tertius' bed and he now functions as Tertius' personal body slave and lover, who follows him almost anywhere. Tertius spoils him quite a lot. He likes this rank in the house.Personality: Hector is obedient and well-behaved. He's willing to do almost anything to please Tertius. He's proud of his station in life, and if well aware that he's incredibly lucky for a slave. Hector is loyal to Tertius' above all else. He doesn't trust other's easily, especially those that attempt to get close to his master - he dislikes anyone who will threaten his position. He does what he can to help and comfort Tertius, to provide a gentle touch and a loving word at the end of a long, hard day.Plot: Hector is Tertius’ personal body slave and has been with Tertius four years now. Since Hector is very fond of his master and all the privileges he gets for being such a good slave and good at pleasing Tertius in every possible way, he dislikes any threat to his position. He knows the other slaves of the household aren’t fond of him, because he gets to sleep in Tertius’ bed, is spoiled and can otherwise roam pretty freely around, when Tertius isn’t demanding his presence. He's not even required to do house work, except serving food and drink to Tertius, if that's what his master wants. Hector’s only job is to please Tertius. A new slave has entered the household recently – Charis – and Tertius is growing more and more fond of her by the day - he even slept with her once (and will sleep with her again), so Hector had to sleep somewhere else but in Tertius' bed. He did not like that. On top of that, Tertius’ grown slave-son, Teutus, is about to be freed and that will also cause some tension, since it is well-known that Tertius rarely frees his slaves. I imagine there has always been some tension between Teutus and Hector, because of their close (but quite different) relationships with their master.Other notes: Both Charis and Teutus are played characters on the board, so there is a lot of possibilities for threads and plots. Tertius Quinctilius Varus app, if you want to read up on Hectors owner.
  15. It had been a few weeks since Tertius discovered Charis’ nasty bruise on her face – and had decided to keep her out of sight for most of the household, but at the same time he would find another way to make her useful. So he’d been teaching her more about letters and reading and writing. She was doing quite well, she was a fast learner! He was almost surprised that a barbarian like Charis would get it so fast, that she could actually be taught, but it happened and she was already slowly helping him sort some of his scrolls and documents. So far only those that had to do with the household and mainly lists of things for the house and kitchen (she would find that most useful to learn, he thought), but still… she was being useful. He’d noticed the last few days that the bruise was fading quite a lot, revealing her beautiful skin underneath again. Luckily her headache hadn’t grown worse and she hadn’t fainted or felt more ill, so at least she didn’t have a concussion. But he still allowed her to sleep long enough, to eat well and get exercise and go to the baths on her own – in the daytime, where she hopefully wouldn’t run into any nasty bandits again. It was about time that she was allowed to work less in the kitchen and more in the garden again. But he was enjoying her usefulness in the office and he was enjoying spending time with her. She was actually not stupid at all and her own Latin was actually improving with the lessons, or so he thought. Charis had been nothing but a perfect and good slave these last few weeks. She deserved the work she liked the most and maybe she even deserved a reward. Tertius was becoming fond of her, so maybe he even thought about spoiling her a bit. He’d seen Hector’s eyes when Tertius told his body slave about the reward… and he knew Hector hated that Tertius spent time with any other slave than Hector. But Hector was not the master of this household. Tertius was. And he’d do as he pleased with his slaves. This afternoon, he waited for Charis to appear as usual – she would not be aware that anything would be different today. Tertius could barely wait with telling her and could only hope that she would be pleased and happy to hear that he’d spoil her so. It wasn’t like he did that for all of his slaves, after all. @Sara
  16. It had been a few weeks since that day when Helios came to see him… and he learned that his newest and definitely prettiest slave had been talking badly about him, when she left the house to apparently go and get herself drunk with a friend. Tertius had naturally been upset and one thing led to another and her punishment was to sleep with Tertius, as his way of proving his control over her and her body and her life. She had nothing to say. She was his. And if she was going to behave like that while she was his, she had to learn that he was still in charge, no matter what. He bought her, fair and square, on the market in Rome. He wasn’t responsible for what happened to her before that, but she was his now. Sleeping with her actually hadn’t been all that bad. She was very pretty, almost delicate, and her skin had been so warm and soft and smooth because she was so much younger than he. And her lips, her kiss… and just the feeling of her. It was definitely something to remember. She had left the bed before he woke and after that day, things went back to normal. Not once had Hector complained about sleeping elsewhere but in Tertius’ bed, instead it was almost as if he seemed to work harder to please his master – maybe to try and prove that he did belong in Tertius’ bed, instead of Charis. Although it had been nice with her there. It had been so long since he slept with a woman and even longer since he spent the entire night next to one. Since that day, he’d watched her work in the garden. They barely spoke - it felt kind of weird after their intimacy - but she seemed to have learned her place. She didn’t speak out of turn, she acted respectfully and did what she to do. He’d of course allowed her to go the baths and after a few weeks, she’d even been allowed to the market again. She behaved, now, he believed. Charis was now the slave he wanted her to be, sweet to look at and behaving properly. The last few days he’d noticed a difference though. She wasn’t working as much in the gardens as she ought to. As she usually did. And he hadn’t been having guests or throwing parties, so there was no reason for her to spend so much time in the kitchens. He’d heard that she’d said there wasn’t a need for her in the garden right now, but once he also heard the kitchen slave Rhoda mutter under her breath about how she didn’t need the extra help in the kitchen. That it didn’t feel like help at all. Then Tertius was walking through the garden and noticed a few wilting flowers and arched a brow. Charis was needed here. He’d have to talk to her about this odd behavior, because it was almost misbehaving, again. He couldn’t have that. “Hector, fetch Charis for me.” Tertius told his always attentive slave. Then he plucked one of the drooping flowers and brought it with him to the tablinum. And there he sat on the front edge of the desk, waiting for her with the wilted flower in his hand. @Sara
  17. April, 74 AD Another night, another party for the wealthy and nobles of Rome. Not that it happened every night, of course, but it wasn’t all that uncommon and while Tertius didn’t attend every party anymore, he did like to go out and meet other people than his slaves and the little family at home. He had left Antonia in Teutus’ care, knowing that his son would take good care of the noble lady that was his sister – and he seemed able to control her too, which was good. That made Tertius feel perfectly fine leaving home for a night like this. He wore a green tunica and his favorite dark blue toga with golden edges – it suited his own colors well and he believed it made his eyes appear more blue too. Who knew who might attend this party and whom he might encounter… and what the night would turn into. Maybe it would be quiet, maybe everyone would get drunk, maybe people were out for a bit of fun, you never knew. Tertius showed up at the address of one of his fellow senators, with his body slave Hector and his gladiator and bodyguard Favian following him. Favian was told to stay near the door and Hector would of course serve his master the best he could at such a party. It didn’t take long until Tertius had a cup of wine in his hand and Hector had carefully picked some grapes for his master, so that Tertius could have them when he pleased. The triclinium seemed all filled up though; there were no couches left there, so Tertius moved on and found another area near the atrium. There were music players in the corridor just next to the atrium, and a male and female dancer was entertaining whomever watching, with their sensual sways and moves. Tertius stood near a pillar to enjoy the sight and was soon joined by another senator. He knew him by name of course, but they had never spoken much before, except for at the senate of course and the occasional greeting when they randomly met. Tertius was probably mostly known as a back-bencher, who tried his best to stay neutral when it came to politics – although he would of course always support the winning side. He did like where his head sat on the neck, after all. It seemed right to speak to this fellow senator tonight though, “Greetings, Senator. It’s a fine spectacle they set up here tonight, isn’t it?” Tertius said, looking at the handsome male with the dark hair next to him, “Metellus, isn’t it?” @Brian
  18. Later that same day, after Secrets and Garden Games Hector had an unhappy look on his face. Not because that other slave Helios had visited his master today, because clearly Tertius hadn’t even touched the other handsome slave… and it wasn’t because of the news either. It was probably no secret that Hector didn’t like how his master looked at Charis, since that could threaten his own position in the household. No, he was unhappy because his master was unhappy. Tertius had shared a little with Hector about what Helios told him; something about Charis wanting to control Tertius and she obviously couldn’t. It didn’t make Hector more fond of her, only less. Tertius had had a cup of wine to calm his nerves, but it didn’t help. Not even a massage from Hector helped. He would have to speak to Charis and make her understand just how inferior she was in this household and that if she thought she could control Tertius, she was wrong. She was very wrong! He could make her life miserable if he wanted to, but he had kindly allowed her to work in the gardens and he could tear that away from her. He could tear away anything that pleased her. He could tear her apart. “Hector, tell Charis to come. Alone.” Tertius finally said firmly to his body slave and Hector nodded silently and went to fetch Charis. Tertius still sat in his office, the tablinum, he hadn’t moved much since Helios was here. But now he stood and paced a bit around, feeling restless. Gods how stupid was that girl? She’d looked so fine and pretty at the slave market that day, and she had seemed to be a fast learner, but it was all a mask and she thought she could control her master. He inhaled a breath, tried to calm himself, but the more he thought about what he learned today, the more upset he became. Finally there was a gentle knock before Charis would enter the tablinum. Tertius sat down on the edge of the front side of the table. @Sara
  19. Takes place a few days after Carpe Diem It was a day like any other, or so it seemed. Tertius had been at the Basilica Julia, functioning as praetor, doing his duty for the empire… and now after a long day, he had finally come home. Before he could relax though, he had to sit down at his tablinum and look over some numbers for the household. Hector came in and Tertius was pleased to see him, but he actually just had a message… Tertius had a visitor and Hector was clearly not too happy with the visitor. It turned out to be a quite handsome young man, with long blonde hair and pretty lashes and the most charming smile. Oh he could see why Hector would not like him. “Greetings… you are here to see me? What is your name and business here?” Tertius wondered from his chair behind the desk, looking up at the blonde male beauty. “I’m Helios from the Domus Venus. Yet I am not here in my function as a slave there. I have news for you, Tertius Quinctilius Varus, about one of your slaves. News it would be wrong of me to keep secret from you.” The blonde slave said, “May I sit, Dominus?” Tertius looked him over, arching a brow at the odd words about news and secrets… concerning one of his slaves. “You may sit. So what are these news?” Tertius wondered, and Helios sat down comfortably in the more humble chair on the other side of the table. “See, I can’t tell you yet. Nothing is free in Rome, Dominus. I came here because I felt I had to. But the secret is mine to keep, until you have paid me.” Helios said and Tertius sat up straighter in his chair. Did this slave just dare to attempt blackmailing him? Yet it wasn’t his slave and harming another’s slave could turn even more pricey. He could of course just send Helios away, but then the idea of not knowing the secret would gnaw at him… it already did. “You have quite a bit of nerve, Helios. Coming here, telling me of secrets first and then payment before telling.” Tertius said, clearly not pleased with the situation. Helios however remained calm in his chair and then he dared to smile, even. “I know. It’s what I do, Dominus. Well part of it. I could do other things for you as well, but that would also come with a price. Yet I am not here for that… unless you want it, of course.” He added with a smirk, pushing a strand of long, blonde hair over his shoulder. Oh gods, Tertius thought he was very handsome! He almost reminded Tertius of his former body slave Anteros, who also had long, blonde hair and was way too tempting and daring for his own good. “I am pleased with what I already have. Now tell me your price… for the secret.” Tertius said and Helios told him. It wasn’t cheap, that’s for sure! Tertius sighed and promised payment, but Helios would see the money first. Tertius called for Hector to fetch his private purse and once retrieved and prostitute paid – Tertius leaned back as Helios counted the coins. He seemed pleased enough with the amount.
  20. Late March, 74 AD It had been a few days since he bought that little slave from Britannia. He didn’t have a great experience with German slaves and he didn’t like those from Africa either, so Britannia seemed to be a good choice. And she was new, so he had the chance to make her the slave he wanted her to be. No one else had broken her yet, no one else had harmed her (or so he thought at least), so this was his chance to be a good slave owner, if only she’d behave. And he hoped she would. He had brought her home that first day and made sure she was tended to – cleaned up, dressed, showed around by some other slave. The day after, Tertius had to attend some meetings and do some actual work, so he didn’t have time to look after her. He was sure though, that the other house slaves would do that just fine. Now she had slept here two nights and no one had complained about her, so it must be true that she was a quiet and obedient slave. Tertius had time to meet her properly today though, so he sat down in his tablinum and did some paperwork and had another slave go and fetch the new girl. He named her Charis. It was a Greek name for the good graces – goddesses of beauty, charm and kindness. He thought it would fit her well, as that it would also fit a slave quite well. At last there was a knock and Tertius looked up from his desk, “Enter.” He said, hoping she knew enough Latin to at least understand that. From what he’d learned, she knew a little, but not a lot yet. He’d have to make sure she learned somehow – maybe Teutus could help her? First things first though, Tertius wanted to make sure she understood who was her Dominus and what he expected from her. @Sara
  21. Atrice


    Name: Charis Occupation: House slave at Tertius Quinctilius Varus’ household Age: 20-22 years old Suggested Play-By: Eve Connolly as seen in Vikings Nationality: Briton Personality/background: Tertius acquired Charis at the slave market in March, 74 AD. She probably had another name before – but Tertius renamed her Charis. He had just lost a female slave to childbirth (not his child) and wanted a new slave for his kitchens. At the market he was told that Charis was quiet, knew Latin (but probably not perfect yet), was no great cook, but would clean and tidy up well. She lost her child on the journey to Rome, meaning she was pregnant when she became a slave. Maybe that is the reason why she’s been a bit quiet. Her background story before she ended up in Rome is up to you. She could have either been captured to be made a slave, or she has been a slave all her life and for some reason got sold in Rome now. Plot idea: The reason I’d like Charis to be played, is for her to somehow end up in Tertius’ bed and he’ll make her pregnant with a new child. Tertius really rarely sleeps with his female slaves, because he had an illegitimate child with one when he was 18 years old (Teutus, who is now 23) and he didn’t want more illegitimate children. So how she ends up with him in his bed, is something we'll figure out, depending on her personality (she may be willing... or not). Now that he is freeing Teutus to become Tertius’ heir, it will be interesting to see what he’ll do if he has another child by a slave. Will he take good care of the mother? Maybe this time, he will declare the child his from the start? Only time will tell. Tertius Quinctilius Varus app, if you want to read up on Charis' owner.
  22. It was about time to get it done – he knew that. He’d postponed this for so long that it was embarrassing, but honestly, it wasn’t every day you planned on freeing your slaveborn son and would then arrange for him to be adopted by you. If he would. Well he had to, else he would not become an heir and although he knew Teutus wasn’t always fond of him, he was quite sure that his son did want his share of Tertius’ rank in society and the fortune that came with it. And Teutus had earned it by now; he had been a willing student, he'd learned well how to read and write and he had been a good secretary to Tertius. Very good, in fact. He'd earned it. Tertius hadn't wanted to free his son since the boy was born… no, in the beginning he was quite embarrassed and thought it was shameful to have a son with a slave. Besides, he’d been young, not even twenty years of age and a baby didn’t interest him at all. Tertius most definitely had other things on his mind. And not many years later he was off to Northern Gaul and quite busy there for a few years. He had enjoyed men in his bed before the birth of Teutus, but after that incident with Varinia, Tertius came to prefer men – for at least they would not give him a child after! But what’s done was done, more than two decades ago he became a father for the first time. Tertius had thought he might remarry after his wife died, so that he might have a chance to gain a legitimate born son. But it was hard to find someone as perfect as Antonia had been. It hadn’t been true love, but it had been mutual respect and understanding and that’s what he wanted. So maybe he had not been too busy about finding another wife and by now, he had more or less given up. Which was why he would finally set his son free from slavery - he could not have his only daughter as his heir, after all. She was expected to marry into another family. Tertius had to have someone of his own flesh and blood to take over once he was gone... even if that someone was born as a slave. It could hardly be worse than when his own ancestor fell to the Germans decades ago. Tertius had done the paperwork for the manumission and he had bought the hat called a pileus, that would be given to Teutus during the ceremony for freeing a slave. They would of course need a praetor for the actual ceremony – and it was lucky that Tertius at the moment served as praetor in Rome. Still he wanted a proper ceremony and of course his daughter Antonia Varia would come too, to see her half-brother freed. She seemed fond of her only sibling, even if he was many years older than she and he was a slave and she was not. Now, a piece of paper and the pileus hat lay on his desk in his office and he had sent another slave to go and find Teutus, whereever he was – Teutus, who had no idea what Tertius had planned for the day. @Sharpie
  23. It was fine, that the political climate in Rome was peaceful at the moment. There had been no assassination of the Caesar yet, there was not a lot of trouble on the surface. Tertius had an idea that some might be brewing underneath the surface, but it was always like that, right? Yet he had not been approached to take a side – unless of course you considered Octavius Flavius Alexander to be trying to win Tertius over to his side of things, when he had desired a meeting with Tertius. And that might very well be the reason, but Tertius didn’t feel he’d taken a side… if there even was a side to take. He simply didn’t know. So there were other things to do and while his favorite slave Hector was the perfect slave and at the moment, his only lover in bed, he quite felt like needed more than that. Hector gave him all the affection he could want, but he was still aware that Hector was a slave and he gave it because he was meant to do that. It wasn’t genuine, was it? Perhaps it would be nice to remarry, after all, just to have someone to talk to that wasn’t a slave or his daughter. Tertius might have stayed too neutral, he thought, because he did not really have any close friends. Maybe it was about time to change that. One good place to meet other people was at one of the public baths – after all, public baths were more than just baths. There were gardens to walk in, rooms to sit and talk in and of course both warm and cold baths and everything else you’d ever need when you wanted to relax and treat yourself. Tertius had taken his time in the actual bath, and now he had gotten dressed again and was taking a walk in the garden belonging to the bathhouse he was visiting. There were plenty of people around, as always. Even some exercising, running and all that, you’d think they were in Greece! Tertius found a marble bench to sit down upon to admire the exercising young men. Fine specimens, he thought to himself. But he would have to pull himself together to approach someone – you didn’t make friends with anyone just by sitting around, did you?
  24. Teutus slave | 23 | born April 50 AD | Tertius' son with a slave Background: Teutus is the now grown up son of senator Tertius Quinctilus Varus and a slave called Varinia. Teutus is still officially a slave, but Tertius is planning to free and adopt him soon and make him his legitimate son and heir. Tertius used to be ashamed of Teutus, but after his wife died and he still has no male heir, he has been taking better care of Teutus, even making sure he has learned to read and write and learned more about what a proper Roman should know. This has begun happening since Teutus was 15 - before that, Tertius didn't care for him. Tertius' daughter, Antonia Varia (9), is his half-sister. Both are motherless today - whether Teutus mother was sold, freed or died is up to you. I imagine Teutus is a good big brother to his sister and that they are good friends. He also has an uncle, Tertius' brother Secundus and of course Teutus knows all about their rivalry. What Teutus thinks about Secundus is up to you.Personality: Teutus is happy to learn new things and does what he can to please his father, because of course he wants to be freed, adopted and become heir to Tertius' fortune. At the same time he holds a grudge towards his father, because he didn't care about Teutus when he was a child - and he has always known Tertius is his father. On the other hand, he's also glad that his father is finally showing him some respect - so as you can imagine, he has mixed feelings about his father. There is definitely going to be some tension between the two. Other than that, his personality is up to you.Playby: Up to you. When it comes to his appearance, the only thing I'm sure of is he's taller than his father, just to rub it in - and he has brown/dark brown hair. Steve Lund, Will Kemp or Santiago Cabrera are good choices for a playby, but it's up to you. Tertius Quinctilius Varus' application
  25. TERTIUS QUINCTILIUS VARUS 44| 15 November 30 AD | Senator| Praetor | Bisexual | Original | Craig Parker Personality. What Tertius wants is to honor his family and family name. He has done this in many ways… he has been a loyal brother to his siblings and a good son to his father, when the old man was still alive. He has done his best to delicately climb the Course of Honor and he believes he has done well in all the things he has done. Only in one area has he failed so far; and that was when his brother returned to Rome, alive and apparently not speaking about his years away. The relationship between the brothers has not been good since Secundus returned. Now Tertius isn’t a bad man. He can certainly be kind and charming and if you want to talk to him, you definitely can. He is loyal to those that are loyal to him, or so he says. So if you open your heart to him and he can do the same to you, you are both good. He wanted and gained that kind of relationship with his wife; they were open and honest with each other and did not keep secrets. It functioned well, although the two were never in love. It was a very practical marriage and they remained good friends. Tertius was surprised and mourned for a long time after her death, but he also began taking better care of his daughter… to the point where he actually spoils her badly. So really Tertius believes he is a good man. But don’t cross him or force him to distrust you. He can be manipulative and can lose his temper, but he is very careful about it as he won’t dishonor his family or their name. This is why he mostly stays neutral in politics too, so far, because he would rather know what is going on than fall for some blade murdering those on the wrong side. However, if his loyalty in you should fail, he will do his utmost to make sure that you take a heavy fall from grace. But if his loyalty in you stays the way it is, then he is your best friend and with benefits too. Appearance Tertius likes to give a good impression to people who don’t know him well. This is why he dresses well, but not too well… and yet not poorly either. He wants to reflect someone trustworthy. Tertius prefers colors like dark crimson or dark blue, and not because they match his eyes, but because he feels they match his personality. His stunning blue eyes are mostly kind and yet there is probably a calculating spark to them, if you take a closer look. His brown hair is worn short and neat and he is sometimes, but rarely, seen with a bit of a stubble. Beneath his clothes, Tertius may be of short height, but he is also strong and has a good physical form. If he hadn’t been born a free Roman, he would probably have made a good gladiator. But he is far from one. Family Father: Publius Quinctilus Varus Major (dead) Mother: Laelia Calida (dead) Siblings: --Brother: Publius Quintilicus Varus Minor, Deceased at age 15--Brother: Secundus Quintilicus Varus, 45--Sister: Quintilia Varia, 40, Widow Spouse: Antonia Justa (dead 65 AD) Children: Antonia Varia (b. 64 AD, 9 years old)Teutus (23, son of the slave Varinia, no longer in the household) Extended family: -- Niece – Lucilla Auletia, 18-- Nephew – Marcus Lucius Auletius, 15 Other: Body slave: Hector (22) History CHILDHOOD [30-44]: Tertius Varus was born as the third son to his parents and thus he never thought he would inherit very much at all. He was well liked by his family and had more freedom to do whatever he wanted to do than his brothers did. You could say he’s the spoiled youngest son, although Tertius would never say that about himself. He enjoyed a fairly carefree childhood with the usual fights between brothers, but it was never a big deal and they all got along very well. TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [45-50]: When he was 15 years old, his eldest brother Publius died from decease, leaving Tertius the second inheritor of the family fortune, name and reputation. He still had his brother Secundus though and Tertius was actually just fine with being second in line. Still though, he aspired towards becoming a senator in Rome and wanted to honor his family and his name – and he worked hard towards the goal, encouraged by his father. When he was 18 years old, he was elected as one of the ten judges of lawsuits, possibly because of his father pulling quite a few strings for his youngest son. At the same time, he began keeping a body slave in their household and the slave, Varinia, gave birth to his son a year later. Tertius however could not act as a proud father, since she was not his wife and his son was simply a slave. They named the boy Teutus. A few years after this incident, Tertius was sent abroad to serve as military tribune along with his older brother Secundus. The brothers both served in Northern Gaul, near Germania. ADULTHOOD [50-73]: Tertius had been in Northern Gaul in four years, when his brother Secundus was reported missing after a mission in Germania. Tertius was a bit embarrassed over this, after the history of his family with those in Germania and the infamous battle against the Germans in which his ancestor lost his life… but he did not speak about it much. Instead, the same year, Tertius returned to Rome to tell the news about his missing and presumed dead brother – and of course to help his father out, since Tertius was now the only and eldest son in the family. Suddenly, he was the heir. A year later, Tertius was elected as quaestor and was quite content with his life as it was. He did not have time for much else though – he enjoyed helping his father and serving as quaestor without also having a wife to take care of. In fact, his interest in women wasn’t that great. He had his slave lover when he was a younger man, but after having spent time in Germania and among mostly men in the camps, Tertius’ like for women had lessened and he now kept a male body slave instead. Not that he dislikes women though, but men just seem more convenient for him - and easy on the eyes. The good thing about this was of course also, that the male could not get pregnant with his child and Tertius did not want another bastard like Teutus. Meanwhile, he also entered the Senate as a back-bencher and enjoyed following the discussions. At the same time though, Tertius was careful when it came to politics, because he over the years saw what happened to those who involved themselves too much. He decided that working quietly in the background was safer. In 61 AD however, his life changed despite how content he was. The family suddenly received a letter from Secundus, who was apparently alive but had survived with a tribe deep in Germania. Secundus returned to Rome, but refused to speak much of his time in Germania. Instead, with their father becoming old and sick by now, he buried himself in work and pushed Tertius aside. Tertius was naturally very frustrated and upset over this. He’d served his father and Rome and the family for years now, assuming he was the heir, just like everyone else did. And now Secundus came back to ruin it all. At least Tertius could calm himself by thinking that Secundus had no wife and heirs and at least Tertius had a young son. He knew he needed a legitimate heir though and perhaps gaining one would make his life and his part in the family safer again. Meanwhile he also did what he could in the senate, as he got to know more of the others and got himself involved to climb the Cursus Honorum further. Eventually Tertius married Antonia Justa, and the marriage was perfect for both of them. Antonia actually preferred women in her bed and Tertius men in his. They agreed to marry and produce an heir and beyond that, they could sleep with whomever they wanted and no one would ever blame the other. The marriage worked out perfectly. Tertius moved into Antonia’s home and became the Pater Familias of his own household and could now care less about his brother Secundus, with whom he’d had quite a few fights since the other returned. His marriage with Antonia was however short-lived. She became pregnant, and she gave birth… but to a girl. After the birth she was very weak and she never fully recovered. Antonia died in 65 AD, leaving Tertius alone with their daughter, whom they had named Antonia Varia. Even though she was a girl, Tertius came to care about her a lot and spoiled her as much as a father could. In their household his son with a slave, Teutus, also lives. After Antonia died after failing to bring him a male heir, he has been taking better care of Teutus and is considering to adopt him, since he has no true desire towards marriage again - unless of course he's given an offer he can't refuse. Now, in 74 AD, Tertius still serves as a praetor in Rome - he's done that for over 10 years now - and has no desire to rise to Consul. He's content with his life as a Senator. Ont he homefront however, he is growing a little bit bored with life and wants something to spend his time on. The last four years, he's spent a lot of time and coin on his body slave Hector, who has also become his lover and is quite obedient, but although he enjoys that part, it is also not very exciting. He has recently thrown his 'love' on his newest slave, Charis, who may threaten Hectors position in the household. Meanwhile he also spends his time spoiling his daughter, teaching Teutus useful things to prepare him for free life, but it is still not enough it seems. Tertius wants more. He just doesn't know what it is. Atrice | GMT+1 | PM or Discord #7964 Info about Tertius' daughter, Antonia Varia - click spoiler:
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