[] I'm flattered but I my 'beauty beyond imagination' comes not from Venus but from you. Can you not tell? I am a born of a mother from these lands. What else could be so beautiful as one of your own daughters? Even one seeking her homeland long unseen?
- [] And it is for that reason I come not to bring you ruin but to ensure no ruin come to you.
A first draft but I think a denial and push to our heritage connection is the best move.
[X] "Even on my best day, I would never claim to be Venus (or Artimpasa in your tongue- did I say it properly?), nor am I acting in the capacity of any of her priestesses. No, I am instead but a humble soldier of my father's homeland, of Troy reborn in Rome, one who has journeyed by Fate or Fortune back onto the shores of her mother's homeland. Mithridates threatens both our peoples, so I came hoping to be welcomed in good faith to broker an accord between all my ancestral peoples, Roman, Hellene and Scythian, with the hopes that one day our talks may one day build a shared hearth under the watchful eyes of Tapatī́ ."
Throw in the proper respect to their gods, and hopefully we'll be seen as a peacemaker.
[X] "Even on my best day, I would never claim to be Venus (or Artimpasa in your tongue- did I say it properly?), nor am I acting in the capacity of any of her priestesses. No, I am instead but a humble soldier of my father's homeland, of Troy reborn in Rome, one who has journeyed by Fate or Fortune back onto the shores of her mother's homeland. Mithridates threatens both our peoples, so I came hoping to be welcomed in good faith to broker an accord between all my ancestral peoples, Roman, Hellene and Scythian, with the hopes that one day our talks may one day build a shared hearth under the watchful eyes of Tapatī́ ."
[X] "Even on my best day, I would never claim to be Venus (or Artimpasa in your tongue- did I say it properly?), nor am I acting in the capacity of any of her priestesses. No, I am instead but a humble soldier of my father's homeland, of Troy reborn in Rome, one who has journeyed by Fate or Fortune back onto the shores of her mother's homeland. Mithridates threatens both our peoples, so I came hoping to be welcomed in good faith to broker an accord between all my ancestral peoples, Roman, Hellene and Scythian, with the hopes that one day our talks may one day build a shared hearth under the watchful eyes of Tapatī́ ."
[X] "Even on my best day, I would never claim to be Venus (or Artimpasa in your tongue- did I say it properly?), nor am I acting in the capacity of any of her priestesses. No, I am instead but a humble soldier of my father's homeland, of Troy reborn in Rome, one who has journeyed by Fate or Fortune back onto the shores of her mother's homeland. Mithridates threatens both our peoples, so I came hoping to be welcomed in good faith to broker an accord between all my ancestral peoples, Roman, Hellene and Scythian, with the hopes that one day our talks may one day build a shared hearth under the watchful eyes of Tapatī́ ."
Spieo only looked at the many men who had come to ransack the villa, the men of Rome who thought themselves better than their true betters.
She had seen much in her time alive, but seeing the Villa burn, and all the work that was spent over a lifetime was now gone.
She could only weep as the only home that she had known, where her children were born, even as a slave, where she found a type of freedom that would have never been given to her. Security from a man who may have owned her liberty, but did not wish for worse for anyone.
Seeing this place burn was too much for her.
This place, with all it's scrolls of knowledge, all of its works, was written and cataloged.
Damaged, but the writings survived. Barely.
And soon not even that.
"Srize everything, the slaves the Gold, Everything, the Senate has decreed this woman an Outlaw, all her rights as a citizen have been revoked."
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Reward: By a Miricle of the Gods, your father's life work, his writings, and the copies survived.
The Wealth of the Nerva Genus, and the Claudia Family
The Wealth and Power of the Nerva Domos:
Wealth: 0 Talents
Income from the Villa: 0 Denarii
Buildings of the Villa: (The Domus (Main Domicile, Worth 260 Talents), Slave Quarters (Worth 200 Talents), Wine Vineyards (Worth 147 Talents on a bad year, 452 On a Bountiful Harvests), Wheat/Grain Fields(Various Wealth Status), Stables (Worth 100 Talents))
All Destroyed buildings have been destroyed.
However, by some miracle, the Scrolls and library, and catalogs, have survived, having been hidden.
The estimated cost of rebuilding and repair: 700 Talents
Land Held: 200 Acres (Worth 100 Talents, due to the Curse) (All lands are currently confiscated by the Senate.)
Slaves Owned: 103 (All Slaves have been confiscated by Marian supporters, and scattered through Italy) 1 (Spieo remains)
Family/ Villa Debts: 0
Debts Owed to you: 0
Other Properties:
None.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Marcus Tullius Cicero:
"To my Dearest Friend, Diodotus, I have grave news that I cannot share with writing, as the streets are being watched by any of suspected treachery to the Senate.
I speak promptly that the Senate has declared many of the old families of Rome and many prominent citizens as outlaws, and has begun to seize many acres and property of them, as well as their wealth and writings. They have also begun to burn many of the properties down, and sack grannies for the new armies they are raising.
I have a great fear that the property seizure by the Marians of the Nerva Domus is the start of political apprisals against the political enemies of the Marians. There is so much to say, but I can only say this.
Rome is in civil war, I beg you, to remain in Greece, and if you can, prepare a domicile for me, I may need to continue writing, but I have many things that I wish to discuss.
Most notably, a certain General in Pontus.
Your close Friend, Cicero.
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The Marians:
Aurelia:
Gaius Marius:
"You know the crimes you have committed are treason," Marius said as she had been dragged to the Rock. "You have aided outlaws, enemies of Rome, with your treachery, and you have allowed them to get away!"
"If kindness to helping fellow Romans is considered treasons than you must look yourself in the eye and see how far you have fallen. The Republic looked to you as a savior, but all they see is a Tyrant!"
"Silence!" He said. "You confess to the crimes of Treason and sedition!"
"I only confess that I am sorry for you, you have lost your Nephew because of your actions, and the Gods will Despise you for the remainder of your days, for this blasphemy."
She knew she was going to be crucified. The least she could do was curse him. Curse all of them for their sacrilege.
It would be painful yes.
But she saw the pain in Marius' eyes, of the horror he was soon going to suffer.
Reward: Aurelia has been crucified. -----------------------------------------------
Quintus Sertorius:
The Fresh legions that were called up were not to his satisfaction, but knowing the many are not going to reach the standards of the other legions.
The walls are closing in, but he would not lose to Sulla.
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Gnaeus Papirus Carbo:
He has been taken ill. Some say he fakes it, that he is regretting his choices when making his decision to exile Sulla.
He knew there was no turning back. The only way to move forward was to soldier on, to victory or defeat.
-------------------------------------------------- Lucius Cornelius Cinna:
The same could not be said about his co-consul, for he had managed to do three things.
Make Marius Dictator, Declare Sulla an Outlaw…
And weaken Sulla's support Base in Italy, seizing their property and wealth.
Sulla would not have the money to pay his legions, and soon, they would desert him, one by one, until he was nothing.
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The Sullans:
Lucius Cornelius Sulla Felix:
He could only look to the messages from Rome. Enemy of Rome, Outlaw.
Traitor.
That however was not the most damming news from Rome.
His beloved Granddaughter… Well, the surrogate granddaughter's home was destroyed. Her wealth was seized.
Her slaves were stolen. The writings that were her father's life work, the only things left, and an old woman who survived, and wasn't taken away.
Lucius Licinus Lucullus:
"I have a strong feeling this war will be done shortly." His subordinate said.
"Indeed," Sulla stated. He would kill them all.
And maybe then, Rome would be safe and free.
Marcus Licinius Crassus:
He had barely survived the assassins who came to his home, who had tried to murder him, as he was with his son.
Ten men, versus only himself, but he had to protect his son.
He should have died.
Instead, fought them off. Taking several wounds. But he knew immediately, he had to leave Rome, and quickly. His wealth could be regained when Sulla restored order.