I like it...But what about...Apocolypse Style Andilluvian End of the World Stories starring the Greek Gods as they war with other Pantheon's just before the end.
I'm of the opinion that unless Claudia is the commander, or is specifically asked by the legate, she should not be able to plan out the battle. Maybe she is given command of a few cohorts, which she can order around, but the nitty-gritty details are left to the centurions, who know what the hell they're doing. Tactically, the Marian Legions were meant for a prolonged infantry grindfest, where they replied on superior training, discipline and combat longevity to outlast and outfight their opponents. The only head-on infantry fight they don't want is against a Macedonian-style pike phalanx. Then you need to lure the phalanx onto broken ground and open a gap in the pointy sticks to exploit
A story where Hades is gifted Cerberus and goes on a journey, asking the other gods what they think he should name it. After receiving many answers, many of which he doesn't really like, he then returns to hus pooch and names it Spot-or Cerberus in Greek. This leads to good-hearted exasperation from his wife and lots of teasing from the other gods.
Can't write Romance for shit, won't be able to fold that into my omakes and do such a story any justice.
Keep in mind though, that according to Claudia's tradition, Dionysus Zagreus and Hades are the same being (the later being the epithet to call him in his role as King of the Underworld to avoid drawing his gaze), Persephone [as Despoina] having served as sole ruler of the Underworld beforehand.
I like it...But what about...Apocolypse Style Andilluvian End of the World Stories starring the Greek Gods as they war with other Pantheon's just before the end.
In the way I set things up, the Great Flood is supposed to take place right alongside Aeneas' journey (and the Odyssey), since the Trojan War is meant to mark the end of the Second Age and reflect the Bronze Age collapse that lead to the death of the Mycenean culture.
Figure I can make an attempt at combining it [the Trojan War] with the Gigantochromachy, identifying the various Giants with other gods, such as Balor and Baal with Typhon or something along those lines; if you (or anyone else) have your own two cents to throw in, toss me a PM.
A story where Hades is gifted Cerberus and goes on a journey, asking the other gods what they think he should name it. After receiving many answers, many of which he doesn't really like, he then returns to hus pooch and names it Spot-or Cerberus in Greek. This leads to good-hearted exasperation from his wife and lots of teasing from the other gods.
Figure I can make an attempt at combining it [the Trojan War] with the Gigantochromachy, identifying the various Giants with other gods, such as Balor and Baal with Typhon or something along those lines; if you (or anyone else) have your own two cents to throw in, toss me a PM.
Scheduled vote count started by Magoose on May 1, 2022 at 9:08 PM, finished with 111 posts and 12 votes.
[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 ."
Not the requirement of place. The priest is not merely of Apollo, he (and the general) are within Apollo's temple, deep within a city, not in camp or on a ship.
Not the requirement of place. The priest is not merely of Apollo, he (and the general) are within Apollo's temple, deep within a city, not in camp or on a ship.
Quick question, but the DC for making our own writing system (akin to Hangul) that would be simpler for plebians to pick up would have a decently high DC? Figure it would help a lot in the Dark Ages should they still come to pass, and feels like a natural extension of the character at the same time, given her father feeling that illiteracy was a grave sin.
Quick question, but the DC for making our own writing system (akin to Hangul) that would be simpler for plebians to pick up would have a decently high DC? Figure it would help a lot in the Dark Ages should they still come to pass, and feels like a natural extension of the character at the same time, given her father feeling that illiteracy was a grave sin.
You had taken a moment to process the words that were set in front of you. Prophesies? Perhaps their augers were among the more skilled, but the Gods were always brilliant at playing tricks at everything. But right now, the doubts that needed to be expunged from your mind were cleared, as if you were about to spar or fight for your very life, and that of Rome.
Of course, you were, and there was no need to overthink the situation that you were in, as you truly needed to use all the knowledge of the world your father, mother, and family taught you when dealing with the Scythians. Now there was not much you knew outside of Heroditus. You did not, as it were to speak plainly, feel anything to these Barbarians.
However, you knew they held your life in their hands, and you knew that the only way to succeed and survive, in the manner fitting to the Great Odysseus, was trickery, guile, and of course, luck. The Gods would be good. Or they would laugh at the very message you would seek to deliver.
You gave a smile, one that was not filled with any great or noticeable disdain, as you began to speak in Greek. "I hope that Greek will suffice? My grasp at your tongue is basic and not complimentary of a brilliant leader."
The Chief then nodded. "Continue in a Barbarian tongue if you seek to insult me. But continue."
You thought fast, but instead, you took a breath. "Even on my best day, I would never claim to be Venus or Artimpasa in your tongue." The mention of their goddess seemed to make the chief and the retainers that were holding your Legate to pause as if they did not expect there to be knowledge of their gods to be known to you, a Roman. But instead, they seemed to relax, as if they were in the presence of other kinsmen. Kinsmen that, for so long, were lost, returned.
Though accordingly to the letter from Uncle, that very well might be true.
They, however, were the words you spoke. Spoke with conviction and with truth. You never knew your mother's people. And now, it was this chance.
"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."
Your words made the many Scythians look confused, for a moment, there was a glare, but the words you spoke.
A moment later, the chief looked at your face. "What was your mother's name child?"
You took a moment and paused. The name of your mother was always hushed in your home, the name is never spoken because of your father's unending grief. Your mother's name was even etched out of her own headstone.
But you would never forget. For she was not only your mother but a hero for all of your homeland.
"Atalanta." You stated.
The name shocked them all, and one gasped. "The Huntress of the Sea! The Brother of the Stormwalker!"
"The Savior of my people." The chief replied. "You are her child."
"Her only begotten daughter." You replied with a small mournful bow of your head. You then rose your head to face them. "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."
You then walked over to your legate, and the swords were soon sheathed, and your Legate Rose to his feet, standing beside you. Gone was the arrogance, but a truly shocking expression rose on his face. He did not think that was going to happen. "Gather your Clans, your armies, and help my people, so that we may help yours."
The Clans Accepting your call:
(Please note, that 10 of those were the memories of Ion and your Mother saving the clans during a greek counterattack that tried to destroy them all.)
The cheers were deafening.
Reward: The Scythians remember their saviors, the pirate storm walker, and his sister.
The Heroes who are remembered, and now will help their daughter/Niece in her hour of need.
In his report, The Legate said he gave authority to you to negotiate, as you were the only one who could speak the language without an interpreter.
Gain 25,000 Mounted Warriors, of High Morale for one Battle/Siege.
Rome gains a temporary alliance with the Scythian Tribes of the Steppes.
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November 3rd, 84 BCE
The Year of Carbo and Cinna
Near the City of Theodosia, the Capital of the Province.
The Legate looked to you with a gaze as the snow fell. "We don't have much time before the snows come."
The light dusting of the white powder was very chilled, but otherwise, it melted as soon as it touched the ground. "We have supplies," Bachus said as he finished counting the supplies. "Our allies are continuing to keep their supplies well forged and brilliant. We-"
"We must do battle." The Legate replied. "Rome is expecting news of this campaign, and if we are not showing to justify our wages and this expense."
You knew what he meant by that.
He feared that without results, he would be replaced by someone even worse.
Actually, you feared that he might be replaced by a Marian that would try and murder half his officers. "Gather the men, and let our allies know that the assault will begin tomorrow. The city will be ours."
What do you do?:
[]Command a Century: You are going to take personal command of a century of men and prepare for a glorious melee. Perhaps then you can show how men will fight and die under your command. Victory.
[]Gather Volunteers to Storm the Wall: You are going to gather a group of madmen who want glory and honor who wish to take the city. All you need to do is to figure out a way onto the walls without requiring a great deal of resources.
[]Command the Roman Cavalry: You will take command of the small group of Roman Cavalry and then use them to whatever effect that is needed
[]Stay with the Legate: You will stay with the Legate, and see how he commands this battle.
[]Write in
AN: enjoy.
You can guess what you need for each of these options.
