In Fine, Solum Est Tibi (A Quest in Rome, During The Fall of the Republic)

2.4: A Mark of Greatness.

For a brief moment, you had thought to humiliate the boy that was in front of you, this boy who, above all else, probably had used every shred of his families influence to earn him a position, if not a high position in this army, then a position that would greatly increase his standing on the political compass and situation among the military and the Senate itself.

Yet in his eyes, you saw something more. There was pain behind those sparkling sapphires that were his eyes. They were lost, as if the Gods themselves have cast him out to sea, and he was lost, desperately trying to find a way to new lands, to new grounds… To a new home that was now forever lost to him.

The men seemed to gather around behind you, waiting for you to do something that was deemed proper. To accept or to distance themselves from him.

Instead, you remembered the story that your father told you, a long time ago, when your mother had died, and you were alone.

"Already grasping for the glory of foreign sands I see." The statement was not something you really put any thought into, not really anyway, as you had just found yourself saying it aloud. You remembered the Story of Aeneas, and the Trojans who had fled Troy and would later, find the city that was now Rome.

You then stepped forward, you saw this boy, Caesar, seem to flinch at your very presence, unsure of himself, unsure of how to handle the situation. After all, he saw the stripes on your toga, and knew that, above all else.

You then decided to lighten the mood, to welcome him into this camp. You then clasped his forearm, and the nervousness vanished, and the boy who had jumped off a ship returned. "Well met Aeneid, it does well to see such motivation in the Legion."

At that, there was laughter from all, and Caeser was feeling, above all else, welcomed by the men of the 5th Legion.

It seemed now, that the Legion was finally complete.
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September 1st, 84 BCE, Dawn

The Year of Carbo and Cinna

The Black Sea (Unknown Location)
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The Smell of the Sea air was invigorating as you felt the world seem to feel right. You had never had an attachment to the Sea, but your mother always remembered to take you out to the wondrous ocean, or the river and made you swim in it. You were very young, the memories faint and broken, but they were there.

Your mother always spoke of how the Sea was a bountiful and beautiful thing, where there was much to be gained.

She had always said that Rome, in their quest to dominate, forgot that the one thing that they could not conquer was the Sea. They could only be custodians, masters, only of what Poseidon and Neptune gave them.

That the Storms were always about. That there was nothing to gain until they learned the Blessings of them.

As you sat atop the Mast, you only could wonder about what your parents would say to you.

But alas, you could not. Not now at least.

You would have work to do.
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What do you Do?:
(Choose 3)

[]The Mind of the Legate: His plan, while simple, was remarkably easy to understand and comprehend. That in itself was not a problem. No, the problem was, he was putting far too much stock into… nothing.

[]The Primus Centurion: The most senior Centurion does not like you all that much. That much you could account to being a woman, and so young. Perhaps, he may see that change. But right now, you would need to talk to him.

[]The Tribunes: The Twins took well to Caeser's gusto and support, but there are a few things that worry you, particularly their poor swordsmanship. There is so much that they need to learn.

[]Caesar's Conundrum: Why was Caesar here? That was a question that was on your mind since he Arrived.

[]The Winds of Destiny: The Auger has yet to look into the future. There were not many things known. But the Gods may help.

[]A Feeling of Home: You never knew of your mother's homeland. Pip knows it, so why has he not spoken of it? Speak Pip!

[]The Hope for Messages: Uncle Ion sent a message? What is it about, what is it for? And how did this letter find the Fleet?

[]The Sail Calls: You have never been one to sail, but you want to take the rudder, the sail, and understand, what it means to sail.


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