In Fine, Solum Est Tibi (A Quest in Rome, During The Fall of the Republic)
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3.0. The End of A New Beginning.
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3.0. The End, and A New Beginning.
-[X]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. Rolled:
August 12th, 84 BCE
The Year of Carbo and Cinna
The Black Sea, off the coast of Pontus
The Centurion Severus was not very happy to see you as you greeted him on his ship, as it prepared to set sail a little further ahead of the fleet, to scout out and bait out any Pontus forces that were waiting for the coves ahead, preparing foraging parties and scouts.
Creating diversions so that the camp could be established, and later, abandoned. To give the legion more time to move.
He, however, was not pleased with your presence on his ship, or with his cohort. "I do not like the Legate or his tribunes to be watching me like a hawk." He had a calm frown on his face, and he clearly was trying to hide not only his disgust but his intrigue. He wished to see more from you, but not in front of his men, where he would have to do so much more.
You had, without even knowing it, taken away one of his key advantages, distance and time to think and make a decision without any fear of reprisal. It was something you almost didn't really notice, but you did notice when he looked up to the sky and saw the setting sun.
"I did not wish for my presence to degrade you or to show a lack of respect or faith in your abilities Centurion Severus." You stated, trying to look relaxed, but clearly, it was not working. "I just wished to-"
That made Severus raise his hand. "If you want me to respect you, get a shield, and prepare for a landing."
You frown, confused and not understanding. "And what shall I do?"
Severus smiled. "If you want me to follow you, prove to me that you will listen. To fight alongside these men. And to never put yourself into a position where you can take from these men that are not duly noted by the law."
He then jumped down onto the deck where his men were waiting. His very presence frightened the legionaries that were, in your mind, sleeping on the job. But then again, considering the movement that they were about to do, it was wise to get as much rest as they could. "Come on you shits! Get up, we're about to get supplies for the fleet, which means we need to be quick and deadly! We are not after Gold, silver, or jewels!" His men beat their shields as they stood up and prepared themselves for getting closer to shore.
"The Tribune, in her most infinite wisdom, or the fact that we are out here doing the good, will be joining us. That does not mean her orders will not be followed. But remember your orders! Supplies are what we need!"
You followed down the ship, and towards the men, shield, and sword in hand, though lacking a helmet. "Where is your helmet?" Severus asked.
You did not answer, but instead took one that was discarded from the deck from an Equitii, and placed in on your face. It did not fit that well, and even trying it on was not going to prevent it from shaking around.
But it would fit.
That made Severus smile. "We move like shadows, and as Thanatos himself, aye!"
"Aye!" You all shouted.
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Morning, the Following Day:
He smiled as he stood by you. "You did well."
"I hope that my presence was not degrading to the morale of the men." You stated.
Severus shook his head. "Perhaps I thought you were like that Caesar Boy or the twins that never held a sword in their lives." He then gave a small, quick smile. "Guess i was wrong."
"I would hope that my abilities spoke for themselves." You replied.
"Your a good soldier, and to be fair, If I had a hundred like you, there would be no place on this earth that we could not conquer." He said.
Reward: You have gained the trust and confidence of the Prime Centurion, and he thinks you are a decent officer.
He has trust that you can lead well, and not get them all killed.
The Legion Centurions now view you favorably.
Cohort 12, the Ghosts of Gracia have been met.
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-[X]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. Rolled:
You looked at the three junior tribunes and frowned. They were not ready for prolonged combat. They may have passed the Roman basic training and had many of the skills that were needed and required for Rome to view them as soldiers.
But they were also patricians and they did not have a father who trained them from birth to be a soldier.
The twins were hesitant, and lacking in the refinement of their swordsmanship, their throwing was far better, and their ability to move was hampered by their lack of coordination. They were skilled at the more important, mundane, and administrative tasks, but again, what you wanted to see, was the task of soldiering.
Of tactics.
Of killing men.
That of course, however, was something you realized early on, was not something you needed to worry about. At least on the basis of command ability.
They had spent much of their youth traveling the Peninsula Countryside, playing and creating several games and learning how to take a lay of the land, that they could, with hardly a glance, discover a brilliant position not only to defend but how to take advantage of an enemy position. They also took up a great deal of cartography, and Baachus' Dream is to go North, to find the fabled land of Albion, that he had heard so much about from traders and Gaulish slaves.
In fact, at every stop that occurred on the sailing, he would spend numerous hours into the night drawing and making sure the maps of the coastlines that the legion needed, and was being created, were accurate and capable to be used for the future endeavors of the Legion and later to Rome.
Gaius on the other hand was actually taking to your lessons rather well. In fact, he had actually become, after numerous times of being humiliated by you, over the course of days and weeks, competent with his blade, and his shield. You then drilled the men in formation, and he did remarkably well.
Enough to stay alive at least, and that was enough.
Then there was Caesar. And you were sure that he would not be the one who impressed you the most with his… well gravitas and Zeal. He put his entire effort into being the one thing that was needed of him, a follower, and a leader of men.
In a sense, it was like you were not watching a man who was wishing to be anywhere near here, but still doing what he needed to do.
And one thing stood out to you that seemed, almost uncanny.
He was lucky.
There was nothing that could say. Just that he seemed to be lucky. You didn't think anything of it, but you still think this.
There are powerful gods watching him, just like there are others watching you all.
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Reward: You and the Tribunes have trained and learned more about each other. Gaius is a far better fighter now, and if given command he will not suffer a great roll malus.
Baachus cartography will grant roll bonuses when invading Anatolia and The Tuaric Peninsula, and for planning its defense for future settlement.
Ceasar has taken to the soldiering life very well. Like he was born for it. You also notice his great luck.
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-[X]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? Rolled:
The Letter Came a few days before you landed on the Peninsula. From a ship from his flotilla.
Reward: A letter from your Uncle.
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October 30th, 84 BCE
The Year of Carbo and Cinna
Off the coast of the Tuaric Peninsula.
What do you do?:
[]Convince the Legate to negotiate with the Scythians (High Risk of being denied): You need to handle this alliance and not face the mounted horsemen of the Steppe. You need the Greeks to be outnumbered.
[]Make a Base Camp (Low risk of being denied.): You need a place to land, and to escape quickly in case there is an adventurous band of Greek soldiers trying to find you, and kill you.
[]Blokade the port (Medium Risk of being denied): You need to cut off this city from the Rest of the World. So you will try and do that. Well, the legion will at least.
[]Write in (You have a plan. The Longer and more detailed, the more likely it will be accepted by the Legate.)
AN: Enjoy and the vote is a moratorium for a few hours.
-[X]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. Rolled:
August 12th, 84 BCE
The Year of Carbo and Cinna
The Black Sea, off the coast of Pontus
The Centurion Severus was not very happy to see you as you greeted him on his ship, as it prepared to set sail a little further ahead of the fleet, to scout out and bait out any Pontus forces that were waiting for the coves ahead, preparing foraging parties and scouts.
Creating diversions so that the camp could be established, and later, abandoned. To give the legion more time to move.
He, however, was not pleased with your presence on his ship, or with his cohort. "I do not like the Legate or his tribunes to be watching me like a hawk." He had a calm frown on his face, and he clearly was trying to hide not only his disgust but his intrigue. He wished to see more from you, but not in front of his men, where he would have to do so much more.
You had, without even knowing it, taken away one of his key advantages, distance and time to think and make a decision without any fear of reprisal. It was something you almost didn't really notice, but you did notice when he looked up to the sky and saw the setting sun.
"I did not wish for my presence to degrade you or to show a lack of respect or faith in your abilities Centurion Severus." You stated, trying to look relaxed, but clearly, it was not working. "I just wished to-"
That made Severus raise his hand. "If you want me to respect you, get a shield, and prepare for a landing."
You frown, confused and not understanding. "And what shall I do?"
Severus smiled. "If you want me to follow you, prove to me that you will listen. To fight alongside these men. And to never put yourself into a position where you can take from these men that are not duly noted by the law."
He then jumped down onto the deck where his men were waiting. His very presence frightened the legionaries that were, in your mind, sleeping on the job. But then again, considering the movement that they were about to do, it was wise to get as much rest as they could. "Come on you shits! Get up, we're about to get supplies for the fleet, which means we need to be quick and deadly! We are not after Gold, silver, or jewels!" His men beat their shields as they stood up and prepared themselves for getting closer to shore.
"The Tribune, in her most infinite wisdom, or the fact that we are out here doing the good, will be joining us. That does not mean her orders will not be followed. But remember your orders! Supplies are what we need!"
You followed down the ship, and towards the men, shield, and sword in hand, though lacking a helmet. "Where is your helmet?" Severus asked.
You did not answer, but instead took one that was discarded from the deck from an Equitii, and placed in on your face. It did not fit that well, and even trying it on was not going to prevent it from shaking around.
But it would fit.
That made Severus smile. "We move like shadows, and as Thanatos himself, aye!"
"Aye!" You all shouted.
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Morning, the Following Day:
He smiled as he stood by you. "You did well."
"I hope that my presence was not degrading to the morale of the men." You stated.
Severus shook his head. "Perhaps I thought you were like that Caesar Boy or the twins that never held a sword in their lives." He then gave a small, quick smile. "Guess i was wrong."
"I would hope that my abilities spoke for themselves." You replied.
"Your a good soldier, and to be fair, If I had a hundred like you, there would be no place on this earth that we could not conquer." He said.
Reward: You have gained the trust and confidence of the Prime Centurion, and he thinks you are a decent officer.
He has trust that you can lead well, and not get them all killed.
The Legion Centurions now view you favorably.
Cohort 12, the Ghosts of Gracia have been met.
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-[X]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. Rolled:
You looked at the three junior tribunes and frowned. They were not ready for prolonged combat. They may have passed the Roman basic training and had many of the skills that were needed and required for Rome to view them as soldiers.
But they were also patricians and they did not have a father who trained them from birth to be a soldier.
The twins were hesitant, and lacking in the refinement of their swordsmanship, their throwing was far better, and their ability to move was hampered by their lack of coordination. They were skilled at the more important, mundane, and administrative tasks, but again, what you wanted to see, was the task of soldiering.
Of tactics.
Of killing men.
That of course, however, was something you realized early on, was not something you needed to worry about. At least on the basis of command ability.
They had spent much of their youth traveling the Peninsula Countryside, playing and creating several games and learning how to take a lay of the land, that they could, with hardly a glance, discover a brilliant position not only to defend but how to take advantage of an enemy position. They also took up a great deal of cartography, and Baachus' Dream is to go North, to find the fabled land of Albion, that he had heard so much about from traders and Gaulish slaves.
In fact, at every stop that occurred on the sailing, he would spend numerous hours into the night drawing and making sure the maps of the coastlines that the legion needed, and was being created, were accurate and capable to be used for the future endeavors of the Legion and later to Rome.
Gaius on the other hand was actually taking to your lessons rather well. In fact, he had actually become, after numerous times of being humiliated by you, over the course of days and weeks, competent with his blade, and his shield. You then drilled the men in formation, and he did remarkably well.
Enough to stay alive at least, and that was enough.
Then there was Caesar. And you were sure that he would not be the one who impressed you the most with his… well gravitas and Zeal. He put his entire effort into being the one thing that was needed of him, a follower, and a leader of men.
In a sense, it was like you were not watching a man who was wishing to be anywhere near here, but still doing what he needed to do.
And one thing stood out to you that seemed, almost uncanny.
He was lucky.
There was nothing that could say. Just that he seemed to be lucky. You didn't think anything of it, but you still think this.
There are powerful gods watching him, just like there are others watching you all.
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Reward: You and the Tribunes have trained and learned more about each other. Gaius is a far better fighter now, and if given command he will not suffer a great roll malus.
Baachus cartography will grant roll bonuses when invading Anatolia and The Tuaric Peninsula, and for planning its defense for future settlement.
Ceasar has taken to the soldiering life very well. Like he was born for it. You also notice his great luck.
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-[X]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? Rolled:
The Letter Came a few days before you landed on the Peninsula. From a ship from his flotilla.
My Dear Claudia,
I write this message to you with haste, to warn you that there is great danger from beyond the steppe. The Scythians, I and your mother's people have an alliance with the People of Pontus, and are waiting there with a force of 25,000 mounted riders, along with the small army there but do not fret at them. They will be free of their allience.
You never knew our people, and you knew that we were Greek, but our mother was not. She was a member of the Scythian tribes and that heritage may assist you.
Do not mistake this message for a warning, to abandon the campaign, for I have a message for them.
Remember what happened in the Day of Fear, and who rescued them while their cities and lands burned, And who carried their women and horses to safety, and they will recognize what message has been sent and by whom.
But remember this, do not make promises of territory, or they will think I am asking under duress. And will kill you.
Do not worry for me, The Pontic king Mithridates is a terrible negotiator, who thinks he can buy my loyalty for coin, and nothing else.
Take care my child, and if you need me, look up into the sky, and pray to Poseidon, and my dear, everything will be alright.
I will be there for you.
Ion.
I write this message to you with haste, to warn you that there is great danger from beyond the steppe. The Scythians, I and your mother's people have an alliance with the People of Pontus, and are waiting there with a force of 25,000 mounted riders, along with the small army there but do not fret at them. They will be free of their allience.
You never knew our people, and you knew that we were Greek, but our mother was not. She was a member of the Scythian tribes and that heritage may assist you.
Do not mistake this message for a warning, to abandon the campaign, for I have a message for them.
Remember what happened in the Day of Fear, and who rescued them while their cities and lands burned, And who carried their women and horses to safety, and they will recognize what message has been sent and by whom.
But remember this, do not make promises of territory, or they will think I am asking under duress. And will kill you.
Do not worry for me, The Pontic king Mithridates is a terrible negotiator, who thinks he can buy my loyalty for coin, and nothing else.
Take care my child, and if you need me, look up into the sky, and pray to Poseidon, and my dear, everything will be alright.
I will be there for you.
Ion.
Reward: A letter from your Uncle.
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October 30th, 84 BCE
The Year of Carbo and Cinna
Off the coast of the Tuaric Peninsula.
What do you do?:
[]Convince the Legate to negotiate with the Scythians (High Risk of being denied): You need to handle this alliance and not face the mounted horsemen of the Steppe. You need the Greeks to be outnumbered.
[]Make a Base Camp (Low risk of being denied.): You need a place to land, and to escape quickly in case there is an adventurous band of Greek soldiers trying to find you, and kill you.
[]Blokade the port (Medium Risk of being denied): You need to cut off this city from the Rest of the World. So you will try and do that. Well, the legion will at least.
[]Write in (You have a plan. The Longer and more detailed, the more likely it will be accepted by the Legate.)
AN: Enjoy and the vote is a moratorium for a few hours.
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Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
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...Who sacrificed the goat this time?
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Gonna argue for this, purely on the basis of that if we manage to win over the Scythians, it will not only save thousands of lives, but win us the allegiance of our ancestral peoples and strengthen Roman control over the region.
Caesar has Mars and Fortuna on his side, 'cause you called out his taking to soldiering well and his incredible luck.
He's Milo Thatch by way of John-117.
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All I will say for this:
Be very careful, because some things in the past can bite you in the ass later.
All I will say.
Think beyond the campaign whenever you are making choices, because I will.
Wrong on Mars, yes on fortuna
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Gotta be Apollo then, forgot he [completely by accident] saved Pompey and made the Civil War worse.
Rabblerouser indeed.
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Correct.
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Lets just say that things are slightly easier for good ole Caeser.
Not really. The Civil War was always going to be this bad. His Actions just changed which side he and his Family would be on.
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And it may have also affected his political career. as in 63 BCE, he would be elected Pontifex Maximus, after a few years in the priesthood, along with many numerous adventures that are both wacky and insane, like the pirate one.
Here, he's had none of his adventures, and he is in the Roman legion far earlier than OTL.
Also, he's one of the camp priests.
Missing Keyword: YET.
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Pretty good update, once again proving that the Magoose dice are on our side!
Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
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Since things are going well for us: Absolutely!
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So he sacrificed the goat, then?
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[X]Blokade the port (Medium Risk of being denied): You need to cut off this city from the Rest of the World. So you will try and do that. Well, the legion will at least.
Open to other options but I'm not a fan of diplomacy at this moment.
Open to other options but I'm not a fan of diplomacy at this moment.
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[X]Convince the Legate to negotiate with the Scythians (High Risk of being denied): You need to handle this alliance and not face the mounted horsemen of the Steppe. You need the Greeks to be outnumbered.
Time to recreate the Battle of Vienna some two thousand years early, so then...onward, Excelsior! Caesar don't fail me now!
Time to recreate the Battle of Vienna some two thousand years early, so then...onward, Excelsior! Caesar don't fail me now!
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[X]Make a Base Camp (Low risk of being denied.): You need a place to land, and to escape quickly in case there is an adventurous band of Greek soldiers trying to find you, and kill you.
Not confident in our chances on getting the Legate to try diplomacy without a write-in, so I'm voting for this unless and until someone comes up with a good one.
Not confident in our chances on getting the Legate to try diplomacy without a write-in, so I'm voting for this unless and until someone comes up with a good one.
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[X]Blokade the port (Medium Risk of being denied): You need to cut off this city from the Rest of the World. So you will try and do that. Well, the legion will at least.
Good if we can.
Good if we can.
[X]Convince the Legate to negotiate with the Scythians (High Risk of being denied): You need to handle this alliance and not face the mounted horsemen of the Steppe. You need the Greeks to be outnumbered.
We got the Option from our Uncle, let's make use of it!
We got the Option from our Uncle, let's make use of it!