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

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Duke William of said:
Dew it.
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I will once we are a bit further in and have some Material to work with.

wencitofrum said:
yes, I know. A roman patrician female defector being elected vergobret, otoh.

Edit; not to mention that gauls uniting, and staying united, BEFORE Caesar invades (I mean Arioviste is a good pretext, but after he is defeated....).....

edit 2; but i agree, a united (more or less) Gaul who has beaten Caesar (could be possible even as late in the game as Alesia) could possibly turn into a Gaul confederacy, under the command of a stroing enough leader.
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Adhoc vote count started by Nenshou Yuuki on Apr 10, 2022 at 7:12 AM, finished with 345 posts and 68 votes.
  • [X]Plan: Lone Wolf
    -[X] Claudia Nerva
    -[X]
    -[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
    -[X]You are an only child. The Gods cursed your Father, and thus, made you alone in your family name.
    -[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
    [X] Plan: A son earning a seat
    -[X] Felix Flavius
    -[X]
    -[X]Son: Ah, a Gift from the Gods themselves, a man to carry on your Family's name and Legacy
    -[X]You have siblings: Your Mother survived your birth and gave your father more children (Will roll a d8 for the number of siblings that you have.)
    -[X]The Plebian You are a plebian, one of the common folk. Your family is a family of soldiers and has been for as far back as memory can reach. The most famous of your family, a respected hero Flavius, won laurels for his service in the Punic Wars against Carthage over a hundred years ago, and even rose to sit on the Senate. He rose through glory from his actions and deeds in service to the Republic, a soldier to the bone, and that legacy still runs in your family. His achievements were the very apex of your family name, and are the reason you can count yourselves among the nobilis of Rome, those authorized to sit on the Senate. His glory was a height your father strove to reach but could never match. As a soldier and a plebian alike, you will have more support among both the army and the people, facilitating a rise through the ranks of Roman government, but you will be looked down upon by the largely patrician Senatorial class -- the very class you seek to join.
    [X]Plan For The Republic!
    -[X] Claudia Famia
    -[X]
    -[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
    -[X]You have siblings: Your Mother survived your birth and gave your father more children (Will roll a d8 for the number of siblings that you have.)
    -[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
    [X] Light of the Scipio Asina
    -[X] Lucillia Scipio Asina
    -[X]
    -[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
    -[X]You are an only child. The Gods cursed your Father, and thus, made you alone in your family name.
    -[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
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[X]Plan: Lone Wolf
-[X] Claudia Nerva
-[X]
-[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
-[X]You are an only child. The Gods cursed your Father, and thus, made you alone in your family name.
-[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
 
Adhoc vote count started by Magoose on Apr 10, 2022 at 9:12 AM, finished with 351 posts and 72 votes.
  • [X]Plan: Lone Wolf
    -[X] Claudia Nerva
    -[X]
    -[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
    -[X]You are an only child. The Gods cursed your Father, and thus, made you alone in your family name.
    -[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
    [X] Plan: A son earning a seat
    -[X] Felix Flavius
    -[X]
    -[X]Son: Ah, a Gift from the Gods themselves, a man to carry on your Family's name and Legacy
    -[X]You have siblings: Your Mother survived your birth and gave your father more children (Will roll a d8 for the number of siblings that you have.)
    -[X]The Plebian You are a plebian, one of the common folk. Your family is a family of soldiers and has been for as far back as memory can reach. The most famous of your family, a respected hero Flavius, won laurels for his service in the Punic Wars against Carthage over a hundred years ago, and even rose to sit on the Senate. He rose through glory from his actions and deeds in service to the Republic, a soldier to the bone, and that legacy still runs in your family. His achievements were the very apex of your family name, and are the reason you can count yourselves among the nobilis of Rome, those authorized to sit on the Senate. His glory was a height your father strove to reach but could never match. As a soldier and a plebian alike, you will have more support among both the army and the people, facilitating a rise through the ranks of Roman government, but you will be looked down upon by the largely patrician Senatorial class -- the very class you seek to join.
    [X]Plan For The Republic!
    -[X] Claudia Famia
    -[X]
    -[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
    -[X]You have siblings: Your Mother survived your birth and gave your father more children (Will roll a d8 for the number of siblings that you have.)
    -[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
    [X] Light of the Scipio Asina
    [X]Plan: Lone Wolf
    -[X] Claudia Nerva
    -[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
    -[X]You are an only child. The Gods cursed your Father, and thus, made you alone in your family name.
    -[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
    [X] Light of the Scipio Asina
    -[X] Lucillia Scipio Asina
    -[X]
    -[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
    -[X]You are an only child. The Gods cursed your Father, and thus, made you alone in your family name.
    -[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
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Hurry up everyone we have only a few hours left!
 
Oh and just so that I am going to make this very clear right before we all get started and enjoy this wonderful quest I've been spending a lot of time on.

If you wanna roleplay in the comments of senators trying to keep an eye on us, or monitoring our situation, keep it tasteful.

No... roleplaying Cato the Censor, and no Carthāgō dēlenda est for any group. Unless of course we are at war, and the senate needs to be rallied, but even then, try to do it tastefully.
 
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    • Scheduled vote count started by Magoose on Apr 6, 2022 at 9:46 AM, finished with 358 posts and 74 votes.
    • [X]Plan: Lone Wolf
      -[X] Claudia Nerva
      -[X]
      -[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
      -[X]You are an only child. The Gods cursed your Father, and thus, made you alone in your family name.
      -[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
      [X] Plan: A son earning a seat
      -[X] Felix Flavius
      -[X]
      -[X]Son: Ah, a Gift from the Gods themselves, a man to carry on your Family's name and Legacy
      -[X]You have siblings: Your Mother survived your birth and gave your father more children (Will roll a d8 for the number of siblings that you have.)
      -[X]The Plebian You are a plebian, one of the common folk. Your family is a family of soldiers and has been for as far back as memory can reach. The most famous of your family, a respected hero Flavius, won laurels for his service in the Punic Wars against Carthage over a hundred years ago, and even rose to sit on the Senate. He rose through glory from his actions and deeds in service to the Republic, a soldier to the bone, and that legacy still runs in your family. His achievements were the very apex of your family name, and are the reason you can count yourselves among the nobilis of Rome, those authorized to sit on the Senate. His glory was a height your father strove to reach but could never match. As a soldier and a plebian alike, you will have more support among both the army and the people, facilitating a rise through the ranks of Roman government, but you will be looked down upon by the largely patrician Senatorial class -- the very class you seek to join.
      [X]Plan For The Republic!
      -[X] Claudia Famia
      -[X]
      -[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
      -[X]You have siblings: Your Mother survived your birth and gave your father more children (Will roll a d8 for the number of siblings that you have.)
      -[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
      [X] Light of the Scipio Asina
      [X] Light of the Scipio Asina
      -[X] Lucillia Scipio Asina
      -[X]
      -[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
      -[X]You are an only child. The Gods cursed your Father, and thus, made you alone in your family name.
      -[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
      [X]Plan: Lone Wolf
      -[X] Claudia Nerva
      -[X]Daughter: The Gods cursed him for a time, with an only child being a daughter. But soon he forgot such majesties and treated you not as a girl, but as his heir.
      -[X]You are an only child. The Gods cursed your Father, and thus, made you alone in your family name.
      -[X]The Patrician You are a patrician, the true nobility of Rome, the upper class of the Republic. Yours is an ancient family, hailing back to the very founding of Rome itself, and some would say even older than that, following Aeneas, all the way from Troy. Once, your family had numerous branches across the Republic, and were respected and held in high regard by the people and the Senate of Rome alike. But one by one, your line died out and your name fell into disrepute, from the plague, from war to Hannibal's butchery of Canne massacring several lines all at once. The name you have quickly devolved from respect to something of the dredges of society becoming associated with flesh merchants and slavers. A member of your family has not held the Consulate, or even sat in the Senate, for well over a century. Your father, through his actions, has started well on the path to restoring the long-lost honor of your name, but with him dead, the legacy of your family rests upon your shoulders.
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    • So, I have one thing to say:

    Wow, the Consequences of your actions are ALREADY TAKING effect!
     
    0.2: Your Father's Final Gift
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    • 0.2: Your Father's Final Gift.

    You looked out longingly to the Villa that has, for all your years been your home and hearth. Even now as you stood on the hill, and the olive tree granted you shade, you knew that the glory of this place was long behind it. The lands of the fields were suffering from blight and no priest or magic could save the land from the curse that the Gods have brought upon this place.

    Year after year for as long as you lived, your Father barely scraped even from the investments from Grain and olives he produced for the city, and the Grain Dole that he partook in, to earn favor from the Senate and the People, only left him with less money per year.

    The Land was still bare from the fires as well, a lightning storm a year ago, Jupiter's anger at your father, was naught but the last in a long line of tragedy that befell this place.

    But unlike so many others, your father's grit held, and he had no debts in which others were owed, though he was owed nothing either.

    He had left a home, an empty home for his family, but the land, despite the curses that seemed to be wrought upon it, still gave life. Still grew the Grain and fruit that you ate and survived on.

    You had no want. But you had never known plenty.

    You took a moment to look at your father's corpse, the last vestiges of his mortal remains now being carried to a pyre that he had laid out, knowing full well that he was dying.

    Your Father, for the longest time, was a supporter of Marius, and his reforms, and even a proponent in helping them take off, a big military hero, his support, at least among the people was seen as a gold seal among a priceless jeweled crown.

    But then when he had to choose between his General Sulla and Marius, he had but one choice to make.

    He chose his General, his Master, His Legate....the man that he served with distinction.

    That was what he chose.

    And the Marians never forgave, and never forget.
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    If there was ever a man popular in the Senate, it was your father. Even when he wasn't a member, tales of his gallantry and success, along with much of the booty he made when on the campaign. Your Father, ever the man of action made sure his friends and his allies told stories of his missions, of how many men he killed...

    When he was promoted from Socii, Evocati, To Centurion.

    News from him, perhaps more than his legate, was the talk of Rome. Even the great victories in Spain were only the highlights of a legendary career.

    The Awards he earned were also vast and numerous.

    You remembered all of them, as he told stories of each one of them.

    Three Gold Crowns, all earned in Spain, fighting from the front of his column and slaying ten men each time. He never spoke about the actions, or of the joy, he took in fighting, but he seemed to have shame whenever he spoke about them.

    One Mural Crown, when he stormed the Walls of some Barbarian City that he didn't even remember the name of. He was the first on the wall, and the first man who greeted the Legate, when the city was secured, covered in blood, entrails and wounds.

    And finally, Three Grass Crowns, many of them during the final battles of Spain. He never talked about those awards, not ever, save that he earned them by doing his duty.

    How he earned three in less than six months, many said it was a conspiracy, that he was a traitor who betrayed the Spanish. You never believed their lies.

    Had he been a Legate, he would have been awarded a Triumph. instead, he was discharged honorably and was able to go to his fields, and farm, as Cincinatius had.
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    In the end, your Father was a frugal man, who shunned coin at every measure, purchasing large stores of wine grapes to ferment over the years, Purchasing horses, slaves, and seeds of the highest quality, and paying, above all else, for scrolls, a large untold quantity of scrolls that you used to read and to practice writing.

    Some of the earliest days you could remember were waking up, and being forced to read the scrolls that your father prepared for you for the day when you would be wed, as a way to not only keep you useful to your would-be husband but to also secure your own financial and communication independence.

    He saw illiteracy as a grave crime for any honest roman, and wished, above all else, that his child not suffer the same fate of illiteracy that he suffered for much of his life, and of your mother, who could never read at all, who loved it when you plopped onto her lap and read to her the stories written by your tutors and the transcriptions of the myths of your mother homeland.

    Your favorite is the Tales of Zagreus... at least on of them, the one where he fights through Hades itself to meet his mother in spring, only for him to die and return to the underworld. And the promise he made to her.

    To always meet her in the spring, so that they never have to suffer from loneliness, or be forgotten.

    And as you grew, more and more, you realized that he never wanted you to be lost or forgotten.

    But in his attempt to enrich yourself with knowledge, he left little in the way of the coin when he died.
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    Your father loved Sulla like a father, and Sulla loved him as a Son and sees you as not only his child, and heir, but as a surrogate granddaughter.

    But in the end, you knew it was just a means to an end. He wanted to control you, to control your name, your wealth, and your reputation.

    It was all he wanted and all he cared about.

    Your father knew this but did not care.

    Despite your failings, and your misgivings, you loved your father, and in the end, you knew that he had spent his money wisely, and in a way where you could be the woman who was the envy of Rome itself.

    Now he was Dead, and you were now the last of his line.

    But you were not alone. You had his friends to call upon.

    The slaves that were now yours.

    And the gifts he left behind.

    You are Claudia Nerva, and your tale begins with the death of your Father.
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    Your Skills: What did your father train you in, as his one and only child.

    Due to Being an only child, your father focused all his energies on you, and that meant he trained you even more than was expected of you, or from you at all. This means you have an additional skill to choose from, and they will be higher than others.

    (Choose 2)

    [] War: Your Father, despite his lack of a male heir, did not decide to put you down into the hallowed halls of womanly virtue as was expected of you. You were not one to stand at the feasts, and be a pretty face for those to ogle and gawk at. Instead, he trained you in the art of war, and War, as it turns out, as it had for him, went well with you. You learned how to shout above men in battle when your voice was nearly gone. You learned to ride a horse and lead men to die for you. It was not something you expected to be any good at, but you became a master at it.

    [] Law: Roman law is a complicated, tangled morass of bylaws and codas, less a legal system and more an inscrutable maze, the byproduct of three hundred years of plodding bureaucracy. Ever since you could walk, and talk, you found yourself in front of Roman Law books, looking through the loopholes and intricacies that are commonplace. How to find strengths and weaknesses in any argument involving the laws, including the peculiar situation that you find yourself in. The noblii see knowledge of the law as nothing short of essential, and the right case in the eyes of the Common man can make or break a political career.

    [] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.

    [] Trade: Your Father's vineyards and wine production were never one to write home about, as many a year the wine barely paid for itself, with all that went into it, and Grain and Barely were seen as far more favorable investment. But on the rare year where he tried his hand at such investments and production, you were the one who led it into the city, and sold it to the wine merchants for profit. The merchant's life is not often sung in the tales, but it is one to which you are most suited, both in terms of practicality and just sheer competence. A coin can buy many things in Rome. It might not be glamorous as War or Law. But Gold Talks in ways that even honor cannot.

    []Combat: War did not suit you. But in the end, you did prefer one thing that suited you in a way that would make the Gods themselves be thinking of their combative Sisters. With a Bow, a Javelin, a sword, a shield. You may not be a man, nor a gladiator, but what you desire, what you wish to do, is kill. And as much as you hate to admit it to anyone, most especially to yourself, you enjoy it a little.

    []Architecture: You came to Rome a city as a city of Brick, and you will leave it a city of Marble. You have only one desire for your life. To build something, to see it conducted, and see it last a thousand years. That is what it meanest to give life to Rome.

    The Gifts of the Gods: You are the only child of this venerable house. There is nothing more vulnerable, and fateful as a house near its ends.

    The gods, sensing your misfortune. or your fortune… Perhaps will grant you a greater boon, than not.

    And the gifts of your mother's homeland have not been lost to you either.

    Some of the Old Gods of Greece see you as one of their own and bless you as well if you accept it.
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    Choose 2

    Roman Gifts: The Gifts of your Father's Homeland. The ones in which, all that matters.

    [] The Gift of Mars: It is said that those who take to the art of war from a young age were blessed in the womb by Mars himself, as a gift for your Father's loyal duty to Him. You are one such, a prodigy of battle, capable of learning and absorbing new strategies and tactics, and quickly adapting them to match the actions of your foes.

    [] The Gift of Apollo: Words are like a hurricane, they can destroy you, or save you. That is what your father said to you before he died. To speak and to listen is something that you do obsessively. You are nothing short of a rabble-rouser, a loose cannon a fire that will light the great fire that is within Rome and cause it to burn to the ground, where you will be the master of it's ashes. The Senate views you, not only as a threat but as a truly dangerous voice to tradition and Roman Virtue. The Downtrodden, the Plebeians who have been lost and forgotten, even the slaves, who view you as the greatest master one could have. You are the future, some say. And everyone takes notice of the future.

    [] The Gift of Venus: You are beautiful, a thing sculpted as if from massy stone. Your skin is as pale and alluring as marble, free from all crack or blemish, like the very flesh of Venus herself. Your nose is as aquiline as the eagle's beak, your lips as wide and fair as his wings, and your eyes as proud and mighty as his own. Men and women alike look upon you with lust and envy, and your striking features have won you the hearts of many throughout the Roman countryside, and will surely do the same in Rome itself.

    [] The Gift of Fortuna: You are lucky. The Will of the world, fortune itself seems to fall upon you like tumblers in a lock, being opened by a key. Men who have tried to kill you fall in misfortune. Or treachery, turning on themselves before dying to your guards. Snakes that should have bitten you miss, or hit your clothes or sandals, their venomous bites. Games of Chance or merely games to win money. The Bets at the colosseum and the Circus Maximus are merely ways to get money to invest. And even the debts you owe, what little you do owe to your slaves and comrades, are nothing. It is as if a force you cannot control, but you feel as if you are a plaything, a whim to a much higher power.

    [] The Gift of Bellona: Battle is what you live for. The battle is what you will die for. You are a master of fortune in fighting. Those who have seen you rip through a battlefield, be it a street or a war, say that it was like looking upon Bellona herself, the ancient goddess of war and destruction, come to earth in mortal flesh. While you draw breath with a blade in your hand, there is no man living that can face you alone.

    The Greek Gifts: The Gifts of your Mother's Land. Those long-forgotten in power. (Note, If you chose any of these boons, there will be consequences)

    []The Gift Of Hera: If there is one thing your mother gave you, it was her grace, her beauty, and above all else her patience. She reminded you that her homeland's gods were not. Hera was a cruel goddess, whose marriage was loveless and heartbroken. But it seems her curse would not follow you, as it seems in all your relations, you will find happiness. Bonds with the Family you chose to have around you.

    []The Gift of Hestia: Home is where the Hearth is. And the Gods favor you as someone who knows where her home is. Hestia has blessed you with a home that will never be lost, no matter the tragedy. Your people may leave you, your plans may fall apart. But you will always have a home, no matter what and where it is. You will always have one place to be safe.

    []The Gift of Hades: Death will always be the end. It is only wise to smile and greet it openly and happily. Death does not fear you, as why should it, it is merely the end of a journey that lasts a lifetime. And Hades believes you are a wonderful student, and sometimes, you may see the end of it all for yourself, or rarer still, for another you care for. He also bestowed upon you a rather, strange gift, at least to you. Your eyesight is very good, good enough to tell a coin that is fake… or real. A useful trick.

    []The Gift of Zagreus: You Will Fail. You will break down and be defeated. But that is not the end, merely another beginning to start again. In one story your mother told you, Zagreus wanted to meet his mother and had to fight through all of the Underworld to reach the surface, before being dragged back to the underworld. You Will Fail. But that does not mean you will fail forever.

    AN: Enjoy, and vote in plan format.
     
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    • Magoose said:
    []The Gift of Zagreus: You Will Fail. You will break down and be defeated. But that is not the end, merely another beginning to start again. In one story your mother told you, Zagreus wanted to meet his mother and had to fight through all of the Underworld to reach the surface, before being dragged back to the underworld. You Will Fail. But that does not mean you will fail forever.
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    I WANT to take this one, but I am a bit afraid...

    At any rate, here is my first choice for a Plan:

    [X] Plan: Roman Swords, Roman Gifts
    -[X] War:     Your Father, despite his lack of a male heir, did not decide to put you down into the hallowed halls of womanly virtue as was expected of you. You were not one to stand at the feasts, and be a pretty face for those to ogle and gawk at. Instead, he trained you in the art of war, and War, as it turns out, as it had for him, went well with you. You learned how to shout above men in battle when your voice was nearly gone. You learned to ride a horse and lead men to die for you. It was not something you expected to be any good at, but you became a master at it.
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Mars: It is said that those who take to the art of war from a young age were blessed in the womb by Mars himself, as a gift for your Father's loyal duty to Him. You are one such, a prodigy of battle, capable of learning and absorbing new strategies and tactics, and quickly adapting them to match the actions of your foes.
    -[X] The Gift of Venus: You are beautiful, a thing sculpted as if from massy stone. Your skin is as pale and alluring as marble, free from all crack or blemish, like the very flesh of Venus herself. Your nose is as aquiline as the eagle's beak, your lips as wide and fair as his wings, and your eyes as proud and mighty as his own. Men and women alike look upon you with lust and envy, and your striking features have won you the hearts of many throughout the Roman countryside, and will surely do the same in Rome itself.

    And, as an alternative for those who want this, but with Zagreus-Gift:

    [X]Plan: Greek Heritage, Roman Heart
    -[X] War:     Your Father, despite his lack of a male heir, did not decide to put you down into the hallowed halls of womanly virtue as was expected of you. You were not one to stand at the feasts, and be a pretty face for those to ogle and gawk at. Instead, he trained you in the art of war, and War, as it turns out, as it had for him, went well with you. You learned how to shout above men in battle when your voice was nearly gone. You learned to ride a horse and lead men to die for you. It was not something you expected to be any good at, but you became a master at it.
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Mars: It is said that those who take to the art of war from a young age were blessed in the womb by Mars himself, as a gift for your Father's loyal duty to Him. You are one such, a prodigy of battle, capable of learning and absorbing new strategies and tactics, and quickly adapting them to match the actions of your foes.
    -[X]The Gift of Zagreus: You Will Fail. You will break down and be defeated. But that is not the end, merely another beginning to start again. In one story your mother told you, Zagreus wanted to meet his mother and had to fight through all of the Underworld to reach the surface, before being dragged back to the underworld. You Will Fail. But that does not mean you will fail forever.

    [X] Minerva's Disciple
     
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    [X] Plan Orator Oblitus [Speaker of the Forgotten]
    -[X] War: Your Father, despite his lack of a male heir, did not decide to put you down into the hallowed halls of womanly virtue as was expected of you. You were not one to stand at the feasts, and be a pretty face for those to ogle and gawk at. Instead, he trained you in the art of war, and War, as it turns out, as it had for him, went well with you. You learned how to shout above men in battle when your voice was nearly gone. You learned to ride a horse and lead men to die for you. It was not something you expected to be any good at, but you became a master at it.
    -[X] Law: Roman law is a complicated, tangled morass of bylaws and codas, less a legal system and more an inscrutable maze, the byproduct of three hundred years of plodding bureaucracy. Ever since you could walk, and talk, you found yourself in front of Roman Law books, looking through the loopholes and intricacies that are commonplace. How to find strengths and weaknesses in any argument involving the laws, including the peculiar situation that you find yourself in. The noblii see knowledge of the law as nothing short of essential, and the right case in the eyes of the Common man can make or break a political career.
    -[X] The Gift of Apollo: Words are like a hurricane, they can destroy you, or save you. That is what your father said to you before he died. To speak and to listen is something that you do obsessively. You are nothing short of a rabble-rouser, a loose cannon a fire that will light the great fire that is within Rome and cause it to burn to the ground, where you will be the master of it's ashes. The Senate views you, not only as a threat but as a truly dangerous voice to tradition and Roman Virtue. The Downtrodden, the Plebeians who have been lost and forgotten, even the slaves, who view you as the greatest master one could have. You are the future, some say. And everyone takes notice of the future.
    -[X] The Gift of Zagreus: You Will Fail. You will break down and be defeated. But that is not the end, merely another beginning to start again. In one story your mother told you, Zagreus wanted to meet his mother and had to fight through all of the Underworld to reach the surface, before being dragged back to the underworld. You Will Fail. But that does not mean you will fail forever.

    While I really want to go down the War God route, it's these traits in concert with one another that provide us with the best chances of not only survival, but prosperity.
     
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    [X] Plan Orator Oblitus [Speaker of the Forgotten]
    [X] Plan: Roman Swords, Roman Gifts
    [X]Plan: Greek Heritage, Roman Heart
     
    [X] Plan Words are Wind and we are the Storm
    -[X] Law:     Roman law is a complicated, tangled morass of bylaws and codas, less a legal system and more an inscrutable maze, the byproduct of three hundred years of plodding bureaucracy. Ever since you could walk, and talk, you found yourself in front of Roman Law books, looking through the loopholes and intricacies that are commonplace. How to find strengths and weaknesses in any argument involving the laws, including the peculiar situation that you find yourself in. The noblii see knowledge of the law as nothing short of essential, and the right case in the eyes of the Common man can make or break a political career.
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Venus: You are beautiful, a thing sculpted as if from massy stone. Your skin is as pale and alluring as marble, free from all crack or blemish, like the very flesh of Venus herself. Your nose is as aquiline as the eagle's beak, your lips as wide and fair as his wings, and your eyes as proud and mighty as his own. Men and women alike look upon you with lust and envy, and your striking features have won you the hearts of many throughout the Roman countryside, and will surely do the same in Rome itself.
    -[X] The Gift of Apollo: Words are like a hurricane, they can destroy you, or save you. That is what your father said to you before he died. To speak and to listen is something that you do obsessively. You are nothing short of a rabble-rouser, a loose cannon a fire that will light the great fire that is within Rome and cause it to burn to the ground, where you will be the master of it's ashes. The Senate views you, not only as a threat but as a truly dangerous voice to tradition and Roman Virtue. The Downtrodden, the Plebeians who have been lost and forgotten, even the slaves, who view you as the greatest master one could have. You are the future, some say. And everyone takes notice of the future.
     
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