Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Canon. Caesar is not a fit boy.
He will get their eventually but not now.
In Fine, Solum Est Tibi (A Quest in Rome, During The Fall of the Republic)
- Thread starter Magoose
- Start date
- Original Mature Historic
He will get their eventually but not now.
Orion Ultor
Everything’s Got A Price.
- Location
- East Coast
- Pronouns
- He/Him
He absolutely died on that ruck run, didn't he? Probably puked the whole way there.
By the way-
-when were you gonna tell us he's basically a Milo Thatch expy?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Yes, yes he did. Someone had to.
When you all noticed.
Does that mean he'll fight...I dunno who the Rourke would be in this Situation. Mithridates? Cato? Crassus? Pompey?
Whatever, if he'll fight one of those while rising high on a Ballon or standing atop a huge Tower, I will fucking celebrate.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
We would need to invent technology that is literally a thousand years into the future!Whatever, if he'll fight one of those while rising high on a Ballon or standing atop a huge Tower, I will fucking celebrate.
Don't fail me now magoose dice!
Orion Ultor
Everything’s Got A Price.
- Location
- East Coast
- Pronouns
- He/Him
What do you mean a thousand years older, we have steam power now!
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
A functioning Steam engine.
Orion Ultor
Everything’s Got A Price.
- Location
- East Coast
- Pronouns
- He/Him
- Location
- Lake Wobegon
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
We will sooner or later, in narrative if not in action.
So why not?
So why not?
Yes, please.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Oof.
Well, here it is.
i will say this only: He isn't dead.
That however, is also a problem.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Ion said the same thing.
Before he was betrayed by all the pirates who decided that working for Pontus was a good idea.
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They
It was going so well and then it wasn't. Talk about whiplash.
Then again this is almost exactly like the origins of Captain Jack Sparrow, so "character development"?
Welp, time to pull a Caesar on these Pirates and crucify EVERYONE.
- Location
- Lake Wobegon
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
All the more reason to invest in being able to command fleets ourselves, I deem.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Well here is the thing: he kinda has the reputation of captain Jack Sparrow.
He escapes from near certain doom every time with a wink and a smile, and somehow gets what he deserves in the end.
Eh, I think we have bigger fish to fry at this moment.
Like liberating crimea from the Barbarians.
Eh… you are not going. To take command of a fleet… a ship on the other hand.
Let me just say it straight:
Our uncle, if he wanted to could be a grand admiral in any nation on earth, and be really devastating.
Pontus does not want to kill him.
They want to recruit him.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
So anyone got anything to say?
Questions?
Comments?
Want me to roll?
Edit: Also, A hint onto what may be occurring... somewhere.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8Sbk2kjsmQ
Questions?
Comments?
Want me to roll?
Edit: Also, A hint onto what may be occurring... somewhere.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8Sbk2kjsmQ
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Who runs our villa and estate while we are gone?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
I think I already said this: but Fabia Ecdicia, and our slaves are running the show.
They are doing a decent job at it.
Stories of the Pirate: Hoist the Colors
Orion Ultor
Everything’s Got A Price.
- Location
- East Coast
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Stories of the Pirate: Hoist the Colors
In the dark of the night, she hears in the near distance the wailing cry of her Uncle's working song, that could be charitably called a paean by some, crying out to the distant sea.
"Κάπου πέρα από τη θάλασσα," he crooned, bringing old memories to the forefront, old rhythms of stranger tides, "Κάπου με περιμένει, Ο εραστής μου στέκεται σε χρυσή άμμο, Και παρακολουθεί άλλα πλοία που πλέουν."
While there are certainly other matters for her to attend to, she can't help but be entranced by the melody, by the sheer sorrow conveyed by their emotion. Even as men join in to aid in the chorus, and the song changes from that which holds the distant dream of freedom close to their breast to one that tells the tale of the mighty Poseidon Enosichthon, she can't help but see their struggle as their own.
She hears the words, and sees visions of the firstborn god as a child defending himself and his sisters from being devoured by their father, hearing the wretched cries of their mother attempting to save them from the cruel hands of her husband as he is the last to be savored. She sees his futile struggle to hold his siblings together as they are devoured and reborn each day and night within that furious cauldron of a stomach, their divinity the only saving grace from Oblivion; even rescued by the machinations of their youngest brother, the devoured gods find that their powers have been greatly lessened and only a modicum of their original strength survives. She hears of the mighty Nyx who offers the young Olympians shelter from the depravity of Cronus, who had slain their mother Rhea for her part in orchestrating their release, and raises them as her own.
As the song ends and another begins, another servii taking up the act, she can see Poseidon standing apart from his siblings as he savors the freedom he now possesses and, hearing for the first time the gentle laugh of his sisters, is the first to choose to rebel against the tyranny of Cronus; taking up the nearest spear, makeshift in its nature as a farming tool, he bids Nyx farewell as he goes to fight a war against the Titans. Though diminished, it is his acumen as both a warrior, raider and statesmen that has him create the alliances that bind the gods, humanity and monsters together in the coming war, laying the foundation for the gods strength in the coming Titanomachy...before this song loses you for a moment as it suggests that Poseidon is the true father to Dionysus, that Zeus had never lain with the mortal Semele. You can see your uncle, while not happy with this version of the tale, is ultimately accepting of it in the spirit it was given (and clearly much too into the swing of things to even consider breaking it).
Another takes up the torch, and sings of Poseidon's conquest of the mighty Demeter Erinys, in the ancient form of a mare, having been once so enraged by Poseidon's acts that she grew a mane of venomous vipers possessing a stare capable of ending the life of many.
On and on it went round the circle, each man singing praise unto Poseidon, the Rebellious One...it was only when her uncle turned and looked directly into her eyes and winked, that she realized that she had long overstayed her welcome as a passive observer and silent partner. Stepping forth into their circle, she joined their song with the memory of her mother's words and the piercing desire for freedom that burned eternal within her heart, the desire to act without any of the shackling others placed upon her, for a man chooses...
"Μου είπε η μητέρα μου, Κάποια μέρα θα αγόραζα," she cries out to the heavens above, the fleeting memory of her mother before her in the pale moonlight, "Γαλέρες με καλά κουπιά, Πλεύστε σε μακρινές ακτές..."
In the dark of the night, she hears in the near distance the wailing cry of her Uncle's working song, that could be charitably called a paean by some, crying out to the distant sea.
"Κάπου πέρα από τη θάλασσα," he crooned, bringing old memories to the forefront, old rhythms of stranger tides, "Κάπου με περιμένει, Ο εραστής μου στέκεται σε χρυσή άμμο, Και παρακολουθεί άλλα πλοία που πλέουν."
While there are certainly other matters for her to attend to, she can't help but be entranced by the melody, by the sheer sorrow conveyed by their emotion. Even as men join in to aid in the chorus, and the song changes from that which holds the distant dream of freedom close to their breast to one that tells the tale of the mighty Poseidon Enosichthon, she can't help but see their struggle as their own.
She hears the words, and sees visions of the firstborn god as a child defending himself and his sisters from being devoured by their father, hearing the wretched cries of their mother attempting to save them from the cruel hands of her husband as he is the last to be savored. She sees his futile struggle to hold his siblings together as they are devoured and reborn each day and night within that furious cauldron of a stomach, their divinity the only saving grace from Oblivion; even rescued by the machinations of their youngest brother, the devoured gods find that their powers have been greatly lessened and only a modicum of their original strength survives. She hears of the mighty Nyx who offers the young Olympians shelter from the depravity of Cronus, who had slain their mother Rhea for her part in orchestrating their release, and raises them as her own.
As the song ends and another begins, another servii taking up the act, she can see Poseidon standing apart from his siblings as he savors the freedom he now possesses and, hearing for the first time the gentle laugh of his sisters, is the first to choose to rebel against the tyranny of Cronus; taking up the nearest spear, makeshift in its nature as a farming tool, he bids Nyx farewell as he goes to fight a war against the Titans. Though diminished, it is his acumen as both a warrior, raider and statesmen that has him create the alliances that bind the gods, humanity and monsters together in the coming war, laying the foundation for the gods strength in the coming Titanomachy...before this song loses you for a moment as it suggests that Poseidon is the true father to Dionysus, that Zeus had never lain with the mortal Semele. You can see your uncle, while not happy with this version of the tale, is ultimately accepting of it in the spirit it was given (and clearly much too into the swing of things to even consider breaking it).
Another takes up the torch, and sings of Poseidon's conquest of the mighty Demeter Erinys, in the ancient form of a mare, having been once so enraged by Poseidon's acts that she grew a mane of venomous vipers possessing a stare capable of ending the life of many.
On and on it went round the circle, each man singing praise unto Poseidon, the Rebellious One...it was only when her uncle turned and looked directly into her eyes and winked, that she realized that she had long overstayed her welcome as a passive observer and silent partner. Stepping forth into their circle, she joined their song with the memory of her mother's words and the piercing desire for freedom that burned eternal within her heart, the desire to act without any of the shackling others placed upon her, for a man chooses...
"Μου είπε η μητέρα μου, Κάποια μέρα θα αγόραζα," she cries out to the heavens above, the fleeting memory of her mother before her in the pale moonlight, "Γαλέρες με καλά κουπιά, Πλεύστε σε μακρινές ακτές..."
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Amazing, +10 to the rolls.
We have +10 to all the rolls now.
Good stuff.
Hey, we can't have modern pop music be used here...
Even if the song in question is almost a thousand years old, give or take a few decades, with linguistic changes.
Fuck it I'll allow it.
My mother told me, that someday I would die.
indeed.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
@Orion Ultor I actually have something to ask.
Would you like another reward?
Just a simple yes or no will suffice.
Would you like another reward?
Just a simple yes or no will suffice.