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Postby The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Sat Jul 23, 2016 3:50 pm

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But Pharaoh said, "Who is Adonai, that I should heed him and let Israel go? I do not know the Adonai, and I will not let Israel go."


Miryam had been sitting in her palace, overlooking various affairs, talking to the various members of the Sanhedrin, when two letters arrived together. The first was simple confirmation about the officer who had arrested the talented young artist who had painted "Romanes eunt domus" all over the walls of a barracks, whereas the other was a much greater surprise. Marcus Antonius, as it appeared, had looked to the Queen of Israel for military aid. MIryam felt amused, somewhat more useful than she had prior, and overall complimented at the letter, but deeper analysis showed interesting details. The letter spoke of traitors in Armenia, despite the Armenians being, to her knowledge, never quite a full friend of Rome, nor a proper subject of the Romans. Her thought immediately turned to Crassus, the Lord of the East, and the only Roman other than Antonius in the region. After all, who else would be the traitor, for one must owe allegiance to betray in the first place. The letter was finished with a promise that Judea would receive her own benefits from this whole mess. Vague though it was, Miryam had to consider the offer.

Judea had a formidable force. Famed for guerrilla warfare, the Judeans were among the most excellent cavalry one could hope for in all the East. Horsemen and charioteers were the prime retinue in days long past, and likewise a legacy of fine archers existed as well. Canaan bred such excellent archers almost naturally, with many Syrian recruits being archers, and produced more ranged warriors than any other territory the Romans held, apart from the javelinmen of Italia itself, perhaps. The last thing that Judea was famed for were its slingers. In keeping with a longstanding tradition of marksmanship, the Judean slingers always hit their target. A rock thrown from a sling could damage through the mightiest of armor and, like in the story of David and Goliath, it would take but a single slinger to defeat a behemoth, a giant. A group of Judean slingers, then, could be incredibly destructive if given the proper incentive to do so: pointed at an enemy and told to shoot, their rocks would hit harder than any arrows ever could.

Should Miryam put forth such a force? It appeared that immediate assistance was requested in the invasion of Armenia. Antonius was almost certainly used to fighting in the mountains, due to his positioning in the Greek and Anatolian region. Judea's warriors were far from unfamiliar with mountainous terrain, and often utilized it to their advantage in defeating whatever standard armies existed below with the power of many irregular troops and local support. Outside of Judea, this force might not be nearly as powerful. After all, the defense on the homeland was a top priority, and gifted the army with much of the morale it was so famed for. However, Miryam saw the long game. A fight between Antonius and Crassus was going to involve her one way or the other, so it'd be beneficial to pick a side now. Crassus was rich, a successful politician and general, but Antonius made good promises. Antonius was a good, honorable man, and the ear to Caesar. With Antonius holding as much power as he did, an excursion into Armenia in his honor would not only curry favor with him and Caesar, but the causus belli of defending the Republic would grant her favor with the senate, and the whole of Rome. Crassus could not brand her a traitor without becoming an enemy of Rome.

Miryam had made up her mind.

Ave et Salom, most honorable Marcus Antonius,

Your message has reached me in good faith. By the will of El, we shall support your endeavor. The brave soldiers of Adonai are at your disposal, Lord. Our famed cavalry and slings shall do all they can to support your fight against the treasonous Armenians, and to save the Republic. After all, the success of the Republic is the success of Judea, and it is our honest intention that the Romans and Jews may learn to live in peace with one another. Civil War benefits neither side, Lord Antonius, and so it is our mutual cause that gives me the duty to protect my people, as well as yours, by aiding in this excursion.

You are a good man, Lord Antonius. We trust that your word is blessed by Elyon, that your promises are not in vain. May the hooves of the Sons of Israel, of our faithful tribes, beat heavily upon those who would seek destruction.

Sincerely,
Miryam Kohenet, daughter of Matityahu, anointed of The Highest.

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Postby Gharin » Sat Jul 23, 2016 3:56 pm

The 1st of April, 43 BC, Mazaca, Kingdom of Cappadocia.

Ariobarzanes nodded at the words of his trusted General, Alcaeus; the cavalry and infantry would be ready within a month and two weeks time. He would soon have a force of thirty one thousand at his command. Yet he knew he would need more for the war to come; the battle against the Armenians would be won in due time, yet their losses, however small, would hamper them in their fight against the patrons of the Armenian King.

Just then, Ampelio and Glaphyra returned from their journeys; while Ampelio carried nothing besides his charm and the boundless beauty of youth, the mistress of Mark Antony seemed to be carrying a piece of parchment. The King nodded at her in acknowledgement, before reading the letter. It seemed rather short, and asked him to do little more than he was already in the process of doing.

"I see." said the King

"May I have my children?" she asked "Please....your grace...."

"In time, Glaphyra." Ariobarzanes snarled "Please take your seat."

Glaphyra nodded, her head downward. It was clear she had expected favor from her mission abroad, or else a quid pro quo. The lack of any of the above and her seeming rejection by Marcus Antonius appeared to had left her devastated.

" Orsabaris." said King in gentler tone, giving a regal gesture "Please rise."

The wife of Lycomedes nodded with a smile; she appeared to be of Macedonian descent and was fairly pretty. Though none would have described her as captivating, it was clear she had earned the respect of the King and his courtiers. That was, after all, more than Glaphyra could attest to.

"What would you have me do, your grace?" the Princess asked "I live to serve you, as I live to serve the gods."

"You shall go and fetch my future wife, the sister of the Queen of Ptolemy." said Ariobarzanes III "Escort Arsinoe here."

Orsabaris nodded her assent; with another smile, she brushed off her meager clothes and departed from the hall.
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Postby Alinora » Sat Jul 23, 2016 5:03 pm

Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa
Salona,
Dalmatia,
Roman Republic


Fight and die for Rome was the way of life, and the values which were instilled upon Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa since his birth. He was a Roman before anything else, and he had dedicated his life to it's service. Standing in his office and looking out at the city of Salona, with his warships parked in the massive dock or sailing through the waters of the Adriatic, Agrippa could not help but feel a sense of accomplishment. A man born into a family of no nobility had evolved into one of Rome's most respected and accomplished generals, and the head of it's most idolized fleet. His arms were crossed behind his back, and he stood still in his military outfit. His red cape hung over his shoulder, and his chest was decorated with the insignia of the Roman Navy. His mind was racing, for there was so much happening that it was becoming almost overwhelming for the young, 21 year-old Admiral. The Brute was rising in the east - there was no denying it - and the Republic was fractured. Through it all, however, Agrippa had maintained his loyalty to Julius Caesar and secured a friendship and alliance with the famed Lord Marcus Antonius. Now, there were plans in the works that could very well save Rome, but the risk was high. In the coming weeks and months, Agrippa will either be a hero to all of Rome, or he will be dead, and his name will be demonized.

The door creaked open, and the young admiral turned to see a Roman officer standing by the door. "Admiral" he said, bowing slightly. Agrippa nodded and walked towards him, and the officer extended his hand with an envelop in it. "From Lord Marcus Antonius." Agrippa took the letter, looking down at his name on the front, and nodded to the soldier.

"Thank you. I'll get to this immediately." Agrippa began to turn around, but was interrupted.

"I was also told to inform you that the ship construction projects you ordered are going smoothly. Adrian Merdus said that ten of the requested vessels should be completed within a week, sir."

Once more, Agrippa nodded and began walking towards his desk. "Very well, send Merdus my thanks and regards. Also, fetch me a courier. I suspect I will need to submit a response to the Lord" The soldier nodded.

"Yes, Admiral. Ave."

"Ave." The Legion soldier left the room, and Admiral Agrippa took a seat at his desk. He pulled a small dagger from his boot and used it to slice the seal of the letter, and pulled out the paper which contained a short, handwritten message from Lord Antonius himself. Reading through the letter, it only confirmed his suspicions of traitorous activities in the east. All he did not know were the names of those who would seek to destroy Rome in all of it's glory, but they will meet their fate regardless. Without wasting time, Agrippa followed the orders of Marcus Antonius and began to write a letter of warning to Julius Caesar himself.

I have been informed of a grave danger that lurks in the east, and as your admiral and friend, I feel it is only necessary for me to pass this information along to you. Lord Marcus Antonius has informed me of Armenians plotting with traitors whose names I have not yet been informed who are working to undermine our efforts, and those of Rome. I am writing to you at the request of Marcus Antonius, and I ask you, General, to prepare yourself. I am currently coordinating with Antonius to bring about an end to this insurgency, and while I cannot discuss the details of the plan in pen, I ask that you trust us and our judgement in the matter. I will contact you with future updates of the situation, and urge you not to stress over these events, for Antonius and I currently have it under control.

Signed,

Admiral Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa

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Postby Albertae » Sun Jul 24, 2016 8:25 am

28th of March, 43BC

Past the Pyrenees, Hispania

Octavianus sat in a tent planning out his strategy to take all of Hispania. His men would require plunder to soothe their morales, so he would have to raid and take the Iberian Coast. The rest of Hispania would remain untouched.

He moved a war piece representing a legion.

After taking the Iberian Coast he would have to sweep through the rest of Hispania with the last remaining legion and the auxiliary's on both sides of the large rivers. This would make the invasion quicker and allow for less need of maneuvering across rivers. This also meant that reinforcements would arrive rather slowly should one of the legions be attacked. Though Ovtavianus was sure his experienced soldiers could handle a battle should they need to. After taking all of Hispania they would need to take Hispania's part of Gibraltar.

Now he moved several war pieces into place and showed the Legate's and Optio's what they needed to do.

They all nodded understanding what to do. He allowed to stay in the war tent and further their investigation of the strategy. Octavianus however had a letter to reply to,

[spoiler=To King Ariobarzanes,
From Imperator Octavianus]

Ah yes.. I've heard of the growing tensions in the east, but I fear I cannot help you yet. I'm sure though that my close friend and ally Marc Antony, Governor of Asia and former Consul of Rome will be able to help you. I will be occupied with invading Hispania for the next month or two and after the occupation I am sure I will be able to send help if my father does not present another task to me in this war against the traitor Pompey.

With Best Hopes,

Imperator Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus.[/spoiler]

He called for his top Beneficiarii to come in. He spoke to Cossus,"Cossus, I want you to take this letter to King Ariobarzanes of the Kingdom of Cappadocia. You are my eyes and ears and you are my representative to this great man from the East. Represent me well. If you return in one piece and have done your job well, expect great rewards."
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Postby Elepis » Sun Jul 24, 2016 8:35 am

31th of March, 43 BC, Antioch, Syria Coele

Following through the deserts of Syria out in to the Mare Nostrum from its staring point in the hills that dust that had once made up the Seleucid Kingdom, the mighty Orontes River gave life to the heart of Syria Coele. It reached the sea near Seleucia Piera, but not without flowing through great Antioch first. Founded by Seleucus I Nicator as the capital of his faded kingdom, Antioch was defined by the Orontes. the river formed the hills which sheltered the city's southern quarter and formed a moat around its walls. The Orontes Island, formed where the river split in two around a large outcrop of rock, was the heart of Antioch. Its Palace, built by the last Seleucid kings, now served as the Pronconsular Palace of the Roman governor, and now the palace served as the war headquarters of the Crassi war effort.

All the members of the Crassi faction, bar Proconsul Cassius Longinus who was organizing the legions of Syria for war in the south, were gathered in a solar at the top the palace. In a circle around a table with a map of the world on it stood Gaius Manilus, Dux Ripae of all the East, Marcus Bibulus Dux Internum and Magister Equitum of the Crassi cavalry, the augur Lucius Pinarius as well as legates and tribunes from across the land between the rivers, and of course, Crassus himself stood at the head of the table next to his elder son Marcus, the governor of Assyria. Also present was Meroujan the Armenia, the Prince had been invited, but he had been indisposed.

"Soooo" the Pronconsul of Mesopotamia began, addressing the amici of his consilium. "Does one of you wish to begin?" Crassus was the only man, bar the augur, in the room not wearing armour, instead he was dressed in a white tunic. He saw no reason for armour in his own palace, however the other soldiers around the table did not seem to see this however. "Do we have replies from our letters?" Crassus prompted.

Gaius Manilus began tapping his fingers on the desk as he did so "The Judean Queen has not replied, nor has Galatia. Although, as you know Queen Cleopatra has agreed to dock her fleet at Tyrus for the time being." The crowd around the table cheered at that, hitting the wood with the palms of their hands as they did. "The Kings of Hatra and Palmyra have also raised substantial mercenary forces to our cause, totaling over five thousand men, most of them cavalry and archers."

The Augur nodded at this along with the rest "So when do we sail?" he asked "Roma is well supplied and manned, but it cannot hold out forever." Like Crassus, the augur Pinarius had a soon in Roma, also called Lucius, he was a friend of Crassus' son. Thus he was anxious to lift the siege as soon as possible.

Before the other could speak, Marcus Bibulus, the cavalry commander, made his voice clear "Not for some time I should expect" he said.

The augur looked at the Dux Internum puzzled. However before the little man could respond, Bibulus continued. "While it is good news that Egypt, Hatra and Palmyra are backing us, we should not sail without the firm support of all the east. Galatia and Pontus in particular. We have sent messengers to Galatia asking for their continued alliance, however they have not replied. The same with the Queen in Jerusalem. We cannot leave the east with only ten thousand men without the loyalty of the client kings. Antony is an ever present danger, he is a Caesarian after all. The same with Cappodocia, first they supported Pompey and now Caesar. Without the iron of the legions, they might stir up their own trouble."

Meroujan spoke for the first time, in surprisingly good Latin as after all, he had fought beside the Romans many times before. "Armenia stands loyal, friends. The most powerful kingdom in the east will always be an ally of Rome and of the Crassi family. We fought together at Carrhae, Cteisphon and Nisibis after all."

Bibulus nodded thanks to the Armenian "What you say is true, old friend. Armenia is the greatest of the eastern kingdoms and could defeat any of the other individual states and even combined, the forces of Antony Cappodocia would foudner against you. However it is the other kingdoms I am worried about. Pontus, Galatia and Judea. Combined, would Armenia be able to stand against them? " Bibulus stopped then, letting the question hang in the air.

Despite being friend, Gaius Manilus and Bibulus tended to disagree on military matters, and true to form. Manilus spoke up. "Be that as it may, dear Marcus, it still stands that Roma must be relieved. He who controls Roma controls the senate, and the senate are the heart of the empire. Surely it is imperative that we strike at Roma first? We have the Ptolemaic fleet, we have the legions ready at Tyre, now is the time to strike and destroy Pompe!"

Bibulus nodded at this "Nomrally, I would agree" he said, pausing to continue his point "However we cannot let the east rise up while we are in the west can we? The East is our power base. The East has the money, the people, the legions. By controlling Mesopotamia, our patron can call himself the most powerful man alive" he said, nodding at Crassus "We must secure the east first. March the legions on Pergamum and Cappodocia, show the drunkard Antony and that idiot in Anatolia who the real master of the east is. Crassus is Praefectus Orientalis, Prefect of the East. They all have to bow to his will."

Normally, Crassus himself did not speak much at his own consiliums, preferring to hear advice and make a decision later. However this time he cut Bibulus short "That is true....however, we cannot allow Pompey or Caesar to take Roma. We cannot give them the legitimacy they demand....not to mention that my son is in Roma. He is consul, and no one will take that away from him until he stands down."

Marcus Crassus, the Triumvir's elder son drew in breath to speak. He was naturally more cautious than his brother Publius, and cared more about his family and friends than politics in the senate. That being said he was an able administrator, and heir the the Crassi fortune and so he would always fight for his father and brother. "Perhaps there is a compromise. We send the letters to Galatia that we sent last month and see if they respond this time. As well as this, we will send a letter to the King of Pontus and we will order Tribune Fabius to meet with the Queen in Jerusalem to find her allegiance. Once we are sure these three kingdoms support us, we will sail west to Italia and take the fight to Pompey. Combined Pontus, Galatia and most importantly, Armenia will be able to hold the east in our absence."

"And if they refuse?" came a voice from one of the legionary legates.

"We will destroy them" replied Crassus the Elder. "I agree with my son. Today letters will fly and soon, either way, our legions will march."




To the King of Galatia

-SAME LETTER AS ON PAGE ONE

Marcus Licinus Crassus Parthicus, Praefectus Orientalis, Proconsul of Mesopotamia


To the Queen Miryam of Judea

-SAME LETTER AS ON PAGE ONE

Added to that letter:

My deputy in Judea, Tribune Fabius, will also soon seek to meet with you to discuss the possibility of an alliance between us further. He is a good man, although a little Patrician if you understand me. As Prefect of the East, I would also like to reiterate Rome's alliance with Judea and the fact we will never let any foreign power, including oursleves, infringe on the Judean people.

Marcus Licinus Crassus Parthicus, Praefectus Orientalis, Proconsul of Mesopotamia



To the King of Pontus & The Bosporus

Health and Great Joy

Ave, I am writing to you today with melancholy news, the Roman Republic as you know, has turned in on itself. Pompey Magnus has laid siege to Roma and has been declared an enemy of the state. In this climate, the rats of the earth seek to prosper, and it our duty to purge them. I will soon sail to Italia and relieve the siege of Rome, restoring the Res Publica in all its glory. However before I can do this, I am must insure that the east is in safe hands. Particularly I am talking about the buffoon king in Cappodocia and the general Mark Antony. The former was once loyal to the traitor Pompey and the latter has always been a lacky of Gaius Julius Caesar who now does nothing to save Roma while it burns.

Thus I request your aide, noble king, in preventing the chaos of the west spreading to the east. Our allies, the king of Armenia and the Queen of Egypt have already pledged to help me in this but I cannot be safe without the loyalty of our kingdom. I ask you know, to sign an agreement with me (the man who was trusted to safeguard the East for the Senate of Rome) to prevent the a fore mentioned groups, and any others, from destroying the peace we created.

I do not ask you to send men to fight with me, I would never do that. However I do ask if anyone were to attack the Roman provinces of Syria, Mesopotamia and Assyira you would defend them. This in particular applies to Mark Antony and the king of Cappodocia, but extends to anyone who would work against us. In return, soon the map of the east will be redrawn in Roma, and the border of your kingdom will be expanded at the cost of the traitors including some of the land Pompey took from Pontus after the Mithridatic Wars. I cannot promise any land for certain in Anatolia, although northern Cappodocia will become available if they move against the Republic or its allies. I can however promise to extend the Bosporan Kingdom, of which you are king, to include the city of Olbia which is currently controlled by the traitor Pompey's soldiers.


Marcus Licinus Crassus Parthicus, Praefectus Orientalis, Proconsul of Mesopotamia


To the Queen Cleopatra

Health and Great Joy.

I have received word from Tiberius Vitellius that you have accepted my offer and that your fleet will sail shortly for Tyre. I thank you for this and I promise to always uphold the sovereignty of Egypt and the rights of your Son. However I must convey bad news, it will be a few more weeks before my army can sail, we first have to make sure the Eats is loyal to us.

As a part of this, can I ask another thing of you, Great Queen? As you know, I promised Nabatea and Cyrene to you crown, as they rightfully belong to the Ptolemaic dynasty. I ask that you move to annex these lands as soon as possible, before word of our agreement gets out and they have time to prepare. Cyrene is lightly defended by Pompiean soldiers while Nabatea will be a slightly stronger nut to crack. However, you do this with my blessing and if the peoples of these regions refuse, it is withing your right to use military force.

Marcus Licinus Crassus Parthicus, Praefectus Orientalis, Proconsul of Mesopotamia


To Cassius Longinus

Health and Great Joy.

Dear friend, before we sail to save the Republic, I have decided we must ensure the safety of the east first. To do this, I ask that you leave your ablest lieutenant in charge of your legions at Tyre and return to me at Antioch. I have need of your advice old friend. Note, it maybe that we have to fight against enemies here before we move to Italia so make sure your men are prepared.

M. Crassus
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Postby The Knights of Azorea » Sun Jul 24, 2016 11:39 am

Paphos, The Province of Cyprus


Cato paced up and down the sun bleached stone terrace, feet hammering into the stone as the furious praetor found new depths to his rage. His secretary, a slave named Frugis, stood attentively at the side of the terrace, ready to take dictation, but Cato could not yet compose himself for it. He was getting older, but the righteous fury he was famed for would not ebb by sun or by time. He paused a moment to contemplate the world in which he found himself. Close at hand was Cyprus, rich, comfortable and loyal Cyprus, with no disturbances or opponents, purely a pen to keep him from his true calling in the Senate. He fumed for a moment at the thought of the now so endangered institution.

Further away, in another layer of importance, were his fellow Optimates, excepting the traitorous despot Pompey and his ilk, headed by Junius Brutus. Cicero was his companion also, and the staunch men that surrounded him at least gave him some reassurance of his own chances. The Optimates, the last of two true republican factions of the republic, surrounded by enemies of all sides, and gradually running out of options. To the east, the rich, fat, cheating old man Crassus, along with his perhaps salvageable offspring, who would doubtless be pushed by their father to further despotism. Perhaps Publius and his father would be the saving grace of the Republic, or perhaps they would tear it away to reforge it into a king's crown.

To the south west, Pompey, that traitorous blight which had plagued the empire for decades. Pompey had been a blatant slight against true republican virtue since his very first campaigns. He rose in the army, and he was not worthy of the consulship he was given. He did not campaign, and could not have been anything more than a general, to share the fate of Lucullus without you, Cicero, and our fellow Optimates. When he had what he wanted, the old man spat in their faces and tried to seize his Imperium. He could dress this little invasion as whatever he wanted, he could dress the naming of his sons as governors as whatever he wanted, but it was treason, pure, disgusting and vile treason against the republic. Pompey the Great seemed to wish to be more than great, to be Pompey Rex. That could not be allowed. Thinking of it, Cato felt his muscles clamp in frustration. He would not pause, not as he thought of the other despotic faction.

Caeser. He spat the name from his lip like an Athenian spitting hemlock, or a viper spitting into a huntsman's eye, so much was his hatred of the man. His tendons were white in his flesh, and his old eyes burned with a seething fire. Caeser was the most disgusting piece of treasonous, despotic filth he had ever encountered. He had bribed elections, used military force, consorted with married women, he had flaunted every virtue that had made Rome great, and for it he was the greatest man of the city, as if the greatest lump of filth in a sewer, the greatest hunk of bone in a steak, determined to ruin that which was pristine. The Republic would soon die, Cato thought, without the only remaining republicans rallying to fight for it.

The Populares and the Optimates together, it was the only way. Time was against them both, Pompey and Caeser both would be intent on reaching Rome first, and if the legions of Italy could be dispatched, and if one of the two men could name themselves dictator, or sole consul, or any other veiled despot, it would only be a matter of time until the last of the Optimates burned. Cato would die fighting for his republic either way, but it was surely better to shed and lose blood to save the republic than to commemorate it's end.

In a moment, Cato began to boom, his voice bellowed out over the terrace, his secretary quickly beginning to pen a letter, which would be copied many times.

To Junius Brutus and to Marcus Tullius Cicero.

I will dispense immediately with formalities. I am not contacting you for the sake of friendly discussion, no, I am here to talk strategy. We are united, as the last of the true Republicans, and we must fight back against the Despots as soon as we may. If we are to save this most glorious republic, we must save Rome, and if we are to save Rome, we must strike fast. Pompey outnumbers us, Caeser outnumbers us. Our only hope for military dominance is to unite with the legions of Italy, and we must do this immediately before they are annihilated by either of the Despots. You, Junius, are the general, and I do not propose to dictate precise tactics, all I propose is that we must join forces with the Populares, no matter our personal opposition with them. With the Populares and Optimates together, we may be able to hold off the tendrils of kings a while longer.

We will need more force to truly vanquish the despots, and the only forces that may be found are with Crassus and the Clients. The Clients will quickly be bought by the despots, but hopefully some of them may be loyal to the republic and through it to us. And then, Crassus. I admit he is on the verges of despotism, but I believe he may be assuaged with a Triumph to match Pompey and the glories that are heaped onto successful generals. With his assistance, the forces of Caeser in Asia may be isolated and destroyed, along with his army in Egypt, and we may be allowed to fight solely in Italy, and to devote our Navies to isolate Pompey in North Africa. I believe these are the only ways in which we may save this Republic, as must be our aim.

Praetorian Quaestor Cato Uticensis.
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Postby Gharin » Sun Jul 24, 2016 12:27 pm

The 3rd of April, 43 BC, Mazaca, Kingdom of Cappadocia.

The King had summoned a council of the Jews of Cappadocia; from among them he had chosen to select an envoy to represent him at the Court of Judea. That man, 'Ach'av, stood before him to receive instruction. He seemed by all to be of humble and just character, and had respected his King for his religious toleration. Many knew that if they were to succeed, their hopes would rest on this mission.

"Go to the Queen of the Israelites." said Ariobarzanes "Tell her we seek an alliance with her."

'Ach'av nodded, rushing out of the hall in haste following his dismissal. It was then that he summoned his mother, the Princess of Pontus. Athenais was striking in her composure; she looked kind yet cold, calculating yet simple. Few could guess what was in her mind. Yet the gods knew it was not of good intent.

"Mother." said the King "Please go and visit your niece, the Queen of the Bosporan Kingdom."

Athenais nodded, rising from her seat. She smiled once before she, too, departed the hall.


The 19th of April, 43 BC, Mazaca, Kingdom of Cappadocia.

It was on that day, about halfway through the mobilization of his men, that the guards of the Palace brought forth an envoy of the heir of Caesar. He was striking in his appearance; utterly beautiful, like a statue brought from Athens. Yet, knowing not to tarry, the King read the letter from Octavian with haste.

"I see." said the King before turning to a guard "What is this man's name?"

"Cossus, your grace." said the guard "Cossus Aurius Memor."

The King nodded, smiling at the youth "You shall be well cared for, if you wish it. I...shall ensure of that."

Yes. things would be interesting with this boy around.
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Gharin wrote:The 3rd of April, 43 BC, Mazaca, Kingdom of Cappadocia.

The King had summoned a council of the Jews of Cappadocia; from among them he had chosen to select an envoy to represent him at the Court of Judea. That man, 'Ach'av, stood before him to receive instruction. He seemed by all to be of humble and just character, and had respected his King for his religious toleration. Many knew that if they were to succeed, their hopes would rest on this mission.

"Go to the Queen of the Israelites." said Ariobarzanes "Tell her we seek an alliance with her."

'Ach'av nodded, rushing out of the hall in haste following his dismissal. It was then that he summoned his mother, the Princess of Pontus. Athenais was striking in her composure; she looked kind yet cold, calculating yet simple. Few could guess what was in her mind. Yet the gods knew it was not of good intent.

"Mother." said the King "Please go and visit your niece, the Queen of the Bosporan Kingdom."

Athenais nodded, rising from her seat. She smiled once before she, too, departed the hall.


The 19th of April, 43 BC, Mazaca, Kingdom of Cappadocia.

It was on that day, about halfway through the mobilization of his men, that the guards of the Palace brought forth an envoy of the heir of Caesar. He was striking in his appearance; utterly beautiful, like a statue brought from Athens. Yet, knowing not to tarry, the King read the letter from Octavian with haste.

"I see." said the King before turning to a guard "What is this man's name?"

"Cossus, your grace." said the guard "Cossus Aurius Memor."

The King nodded, smiling at the youth "You shall be well cared for, if you wish it. I...shall ensure of that."

Yes. things would be interesting with this boy around.


Octavianus had put so much faith into me, yet he had given me so little information? What was this, a test? A test to see what I would do or a test see what would happen to me? Octavianus had obviously meant he wanted to see me come back having finished this test in good light. This was only a test to see how long I could survive.


Cossus put on a calm face after having stood there for minutes thinking. He said to the king,"King Ariobarzanes, I am but a mere legionnaire that a godly imperator took interest in. I stand by my Imperator's side and I do his bidding, no more no less. I will sleep in whatever accommodation you provide me and I will return on the next morrow to bring back the message with haste. You should expect me or you shouldn't. It will all depend on how Imperator Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus favors me after this journey. Should I have exceeded his test you will most likely be hearing of me again once I bring back a letter from my imperator and the legions of Octaviaus."
He finished off his small speech to the king and headed off to the city to sightsee the great capital that laid in the Far East of the Republic.


Cossus was a handsome Roman from Italia, so it was natural that he stick out like a red thumb in the crowds of Mazaca. He could often see the quick glances with beautiful women who took an interest in his handsome appearance and commanding look. He was like Octavian, handsome and godlike and this just made him all the better. He thought to himself,There are so many gorgeous Cappadocian women, yet I know I can not marry any of them. I am a man of war and women are a privilege that will only last the night until the next destination. At the table sat the beautiful girl he had been introduce to by the king. He sat down, looked into her eyes and said,"Your gorgeous.."
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The 19th of April, 43 BC, Mazaca, Kingdom of Cappadocia.


Ariobarzanes nodded patiently. He seemed to pause for a time, pondering his next words; he paused for a while, merely looking at the Roman before him as he contemplated his thoughts. Once he had finished, he began to speak.

"I have no message at this time for you, my most noble legionnaire. However, I ask that you come back in a day's time and I shall have a message for you." said the King "In the mean time, please enjoy my city."

Once the envoy had left, the King looked around the court; his officials seemed perplexed, as usual, as to what should be done. With a sigh, he turned towards he illegitimate daughter, who sat near her mother on the far left side of the throne.

The king motioned for Agathe, daughter of Alexandra, to come forward. She was a beautiful woman of sixteen years, her dark hair seeming to be accentuated by her olive skin and her tight curves and waisteline. Her bosom was lush with the hue of youth, and in her dawning years she was a sight to behold. She stepped forward, towards the Lord of Anatolia, and proceeded to give him a look that would befit a lost child.

"Yes father?" asked the girl "What shall you have of me?"

"Please escort this fine Roman diplomat around our city." said the King "Show him the way of things."

The woman nodded, her long hair ever graceful. Her movements gave no sign of the tainted nature of her birth; for though she was every bit the part of the royal heir, the laws of her Kingdom forbid her from taking the throne of her father.

-----------------

Agathe blushed slightly, having never been given such a compliment before. She reached over and placed her arm on the table, before nodding in thanks. Her next words were soft, like those of a gentle wind; it could not be known if that was her nature or if she felt some particular emotion at that moment.

"Thank you, noble Cossus." said the woman "But you are quite handsome. I am merely myself."

She smiled all the while as she looked at him, admiring silently every inch of his muscular roman frame. Her eyes were a mixture of hunger and intrigue; if one were not to know better, they would have thought, in that moment, that she was a caricature of what of every Roman and Eastern Client King thought of the wife of Ptolemy. Yet then she seemed to compose herself, and correct her positioning so as to seem appropriate.

"I wish to help you....see the city." said the woman "Is there anything in particular you would like to see?"
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Postby Albertae » Sun Jul 24, 2016 4:55 pm

Gharin wrote:The 19th of April, 43 BC, Mazaca, Kingdom of Cappadocia.


Ariobarzanes nodded patiently. He seemed to pause for a time, pondering his next words; he paused for a while, merely looking at the Roman before him as he contemplated his thoughts. Once he had finished, he began to speak.

"I have no message at this time for you, my most noble legionnaire. However, I ask that you come back in a day's time and I shall have a message for you." said the King "In the mean time, please enjoy my city."

Once the envoy had left, the King looked around the court; his officials seemed perplexed, as usual, as to what should be done. With a sigh, he turned towards he illegitimate daughter, who sat near her mother on the far left side of the throne.

The king motioned for Agathe, daughter of Alexandra, to come forward. She was a beautiful woman of sixteen years, her dark hair seeming to be accentuated by her olive skin and her tight curves and waisteline. Her bosom was lush with the hue of youth, and in her dawning years she was a sight to behold. She stepped forward, towards the Lord of Anatolia, and proceeded to give him a look that would befit a lost child.

"Yes father?" asked the girl "What shall you have of me?"

"Please escort this fine Roman diplomat around our city." said the King "Show him the way of things."

The woman nodded, her long hair ever graceful. Her movements gave no sign of the tainted nature of her birth; for though she was every bit the part of the royal heir, the laws of her Kingdom forbid her from taking the throne of her father.

-----------------

Agathe blushed slightly, having never been given such a compliment before. She reached over and placed her arm on the table, before nodding in thanks. Her next words were soft, like those of a gentle wind; it could not be known if that was her nature or if she felt some particular emotion at that moment.

"Thank you, noble Cossus." said the woman "But you are quite handsome. I am merely myself."

She smiled all the while as she looked at him, admiring silently every inch of his muscular roman frame. Her eyes were a mixture of hunger and intrigue; if one were not to know better, they would have thought, in that moment, that she was a caricature of what of every Roman and Eastern Client King thought of the wife of Ptolemy. Yet then she seemed to compose herself, and correct her positioning so as to seem appropriate.

"I wish to help you....see the city." said the woman "Is there anything in particular you would like to see?"


During the whole conversation all he could think of as her gorgeous beauty. When she asked where he would like to go and see he nearly said he wanted to go see her bedchambers. He replied to her,"I have a feeling today should be about you. Where do you enjoy going, Agathe?"
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Postby Gharin » Sun Jul 24, 2016 5:36 pm

Albertae wrote:
Gharin wrote:The 19th of April, 43 BC, Mazaca, Kingdom of Cappadocia.


Ariobarzanes nodded patiently. He seemed to pause for a time, pondering his next words; he paused for a while, merely looking at the Roman before him as he contemplated his thoughts. Once he had finished, he began to speak.

"I have no message at this time for you, my most noble legionnaire. However, I ask that you come back in a day's time and I shall have a message for you." said the King "In the mean time, please enjoy my city."

Once the envoy had left, the King looked around the court; his officials seemed perplexed, as usual, as to what should be done. With a sigh, he turned towards he illegitimate daughter, who sat near her mother on the far left side of the throne.

The king motioned for Agathe, daughter of Alexandra, to come forward. She was a beautiful woman of sixteen years, her dark hair seeming to be accentuated by her olive skin and her tight curves and waisteline. Her bosom was lush with the hue of youth, and in her dawning years she was a sight to behold. She stepped forward, towards the Lord of Anatolia, and proceeded to give him a look that would befit a lost child.

"Yes father?" asked the girl "What shall you have of me?"

"Please escort this fine Roman diplomat around our city." said the King "Show him the way of things."

The woman nodded, her long hair ever graceful. Her movements gave no sign of the tainted nature of her birth; for though she was every bit the part of the royal heir, the laws of her Kingdom forbid her from taking the throne of her father.

-----------------

Agathe blushed slightly, having never been given such a compliment before. She reached over and placed her arm on the table, before nodding in thanks. Her next words were soft, like those of a gentle wind; it could not be known if that was her nature or if she felt some particular emotion at that moment.

"Thank you, noble Cossus." said the woman "But you are quite handsome. I am merely myself."

She smiled all the while as she looked at him, admiring silently every inch of his muscular roman frame. Her eyes were a mixture of hunger and intrigue; if one were not to know better, they would have thought, in that moment, that she was a caricature of what of every Roman and Eastern Client King thought of the wife of Ptolemy. Yet then she seemed to compose herself, and correct her positioning so as to seem appropriate.

"I wish to help you....see the city." said the woman "Is there anything in particular you would like to see?"


During the whole conversation all he could think of as her gorgeous beauty. When she asked where he would like to go and see he nearly said he wanted to go see her bedchambers. He replied to her,"I have a feeling today should be about you. Where do you enjoy going, Agathe?"


Agathe merely smiled "I do enjoy my visits to temple. Or we could visit the Judeans present in the city, or take a walk."
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Postby Albertae » Sun Jul 24, 2016 5:39 pm

Gharin wrote:
Albertae wrote:
During the whole conversation all he could think of as her gorgeous beauty. When she asked where he would like to go and see he nearly said he wanted to go see her bedchambers. He replied to her,"I have a feeling today should be about you. Where do you enjoy going, Agathe?"


Agathe merely smiled "I do enjoy my visits to temple. Or we could visit the Judeans present in the city, or take a walk."


Cossus smiled and said,"How about we just take nice stroll in the city and talk about each other. I'd very much like to know about you." He wanted her so badly, yet he hid it behind finesse and care. In time things would come together.
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Gharin wrote:
Agathe merely smiled "I do enjoy my visits to temple. Or we could visit the Judeans present in the city, or take a walk."


Cossus smiled and said,"How about we just take nice stroll in the city and talk about each other. I'd very much like to know about you." He wanted her so badly, yet he hid it behind finesse and care. In time things would come together.

Agathe nodded, her smile wide in reply. Her lashes seemed to flutter back and forth; though it was unlikely that this had been the case. With a breath that told both her companion and herself that sje was at ease with the situation, she rose from her seat. "Come, Cossus of Italia" said the woman "Let us walk."
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Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa
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The young Admiral sat in his desk chair, his ankle rested on his knee and his elbow on the armchair, keeping his chin perched up. He'd been like this for hours now - letting himself delve deep into careful planning and thought. These were desperate, changing, and trying times for he and even more, for all of Rome. There was no doubt that the future, no matter what, would bring great change to the Republic, and could very well lead to it's dissolution completely. Perhaps it would rise into something greater, or it would crumble into nothingness. Agrippa was determined to prevent the later. Various strategies and plans surged through his mind, but he could not latch on to a singe, certain course of action - they were all too mainstream, and too predictable. If he was to be successful, he would have to think outside the box. He groaned and stood up, then walked to the window and looked out at the sun as it set over the Adriatic Sea. Then it hit him.

Quickly, the Admiral crossed the room back to his desk and sat down, then hastily pulling out a piece of paper and dipping his pen in the inkwell. He spoke to himself as he wrote notes, then folded up the paper and tucked it in a secure spot in his armor. He then proceeded to pull out another piece of paper and begin writing to the last man he ever expected: Marcus Crassus.

To Marcus Crassus, Lord of Assyria and Mesopotamia

I'd imagine that I, Admiral Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa, would be one of the last men you'd imagine you'd be receiving a letter from due to where I hold my loyalties, but I ask you to read what I have to say and approach it not as we are enemies, but as Romans. A Brute rises in the east, - a threat beyond any strife between yourself and Gaius Julius Caesar. It is because of this threat that I am reaching out to you - extending an olive branch - to secure the future of Rome, and her people. In short, Lord Cracuss, I am offering an alliance - however temporary it may be. I have spoken to Marcus Antonius, and he has agreed that he will halt his political and military boasts against Armenia while this is in effect, which will allow you to shift your forces away from the East and focus on removing Pompey once and for all. I, and the allies I have gained, will assist you in taking down Pompey, but this is all at a price. In return, you must swear your complete loyalty, cooperation, and support when the time comes to march on the Brute of the East. When this threat has been eliminated, the option is available to end our alliance, which will only form out of convenience for both of our sides. Please respond to be with all due haste, Lord Cracuss, and think of the future of Rome.

Signed,

Admiral Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa
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Postby Albertae » Sun Jul 24, 2016 6:09 pm

Gharin wrote:
Albertae wrote:
Cossus smiled and said,"How about we just take nice stroll in the city and talk about each other. I'd very much like to know about you." He wanted her so badly, yet he hid it behind finesse and care. In time things would come together.

Agathe nodded, her smile wide in reply. Her lashes seemed to flutter back and forth; though it was unlikely that this had been the case. With a breath that told both her companion and herself that sje was at ease with the situation, she rose from her seat. "Come, Cossus of Italia" said the woman "Let us walk."


He got up and walked with her. He smiled to her and said,"You know of all the beauties in this city and Cappadocia you have the most grace and have the beauty of a goddess. I fell in love with you at first sight and it's not something I can ever say I have done until now. What is it that you like to do?"
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Albertae wrote:
Gharin wrote: Agathe nodded, her smile wide in reply. Her lashes seemed to flutter back and forth; though it was unlikely that this had been the case. With a breath that told both her companion and herself that sje was at ease with the situation, she rose from her seat. "Come, Cossus of Italia" said the woman "Let us walk."


He got up and walked with her. He smiled to her and said,"You know of all the beauties in this city and Cappadocia you have the most grace and have the beauty of a goddess. I fell in love with you at first sight and it's not something I can ever say I have done until now. What is it that you like to do?"

Agathe stared at him in a mixture of shock and bemusement; she pondered then if he were truly who he said he was, or merely a stray . No one in the hellenistic world or the domain of Rome acted this way outside of lore of the gods. "I like to read." said the woman "I also enjoy physical activity."
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He got up and walked with her. He smiled to her and said,"You know of all the beauties in this city and Cappadocia you have the most grace and have the beauty of a goddess. I fell in love with you at first sight and it's not something I can ever say I have done until now. What is it that you like to do?"

Agathe stared at him in a mixture of shock and bemusement; she pondered then if he were truly who he said he was, or merely a stray . No one in the hellenistic world or the domain of Rome acted this way outside of lore of the gods. "I like to read." said the woman "I also enjoy physical activity."


After an hour or two of walking and enjoying the sights Agathe asked him a question.

Cossus could tell she was a bit shocked so he explained to her,"I'm from a poor family who always thought that the gods were selfish beings who never cared for anyone they stood over. That being said we lived a lonely and depressing life."

He sighed and said,"Octavianus.. Well, I was just lucky enough one day to be chosen by him. He said he saw himself in me and in many ways we are alike, but wealth and power aren't one of them. I know that a relationship between us would be complicated, but I could offer much more than any rich man or politically power prince could offer you. I could offer you true love. Now, I know how I feel about you, but after this whole walk I still don't know how you feel about me."
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"You are wonderful, Cossus and I am quite enchanted by you." said Agathe "Yet my status' due to the nature of my parentage' lies neither here nor there. I do not know if I will be allowed to obtain Roman citizenship in order to be with you."
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Gharin wrote:"You are wonderful, Cossus and I am quite enchanted by you." said Agathe "Yet my status' due to the nature of my parentage' lies neither here nor there. I do not know if I will be allowed to obtain Roman citizenship in order to be with you."


Cossus sighed,"Oh dearest, we have years to figure that out. I'm sure If I rise in favor with Octavianus I can make certain things like that happen. I'll do anything to be able to spend thr greater part of my life with you." He now held her hands tights within his. "I love you Agathe and Im certain we can figure it out. Once I go back to Octavianus we will write to each other to communicate and I'll think of some reason to get Octavianus to allow me to come back and see you. I don't know. All I know is, is that we will figure it out."
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The 14th of April, the Kingdom of Pontus & Bosporus

The sister of the current King Pharnaces II, Athenais, Princess of Pontus, walked with her usual grace up to the old palace. Beside her walked the wife of Lycomedes; both had been sent on separate journey's. While hers would surely end here, the younger Princess would sail to Egypt in order to retrieve the bride of Ariobarzanes.

With a rare smile, she looked upon the guard who had escorted her and said "May the gods bless you in these times."

"May the gods bless you." said the guard, bowing lightly.
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Albertae wrote:
Gharin wrote:"You are wonderful, Cossus and I am quite enchanted by you." said Agathe "Yet my status' due to the nature of my parentage' lies neither here nor there. I do not know if I will be allowed to obtain Roman citizenship in order to be with you."


Cossus sighed,"Oh dearest, we have years to figure that out. I'm sure If I rise in favor with Octavianus I can make certain things like that happen. I'll do anything to be able to spend thr greater part of my life with you." He now held her hands tights within his. "I love you Agathe and Im certain we can figure it out. Once I go back to Octavianus we will write to each other to communicate and I'll think of some reason to get Octavianus to allow me to come back and see you. I don't know. All I know is, is that we will figure it out."


Agathe nodded "I shall speak with my father. Perhaps he has a solution."

Her smile was gentle as she squeezed his hands just a tightly. Her pupils were wide and gleaming with hope. It seemed as though a new light had entered her soul, and provided her with the inspiration of the muses themselves. They said her father's patron was Athena, yet if she were to succeed in this, she would surely need help from the patron of her grandfather; for if they did not achieve victory, they would all surely suffer in defeat.

(I love this coupling in that they fail to realize the impossibility of their situation :( )
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Albertae wrote:
Cossus sighed,"Oh dearest, we have years to figure that out. I'm sure If I rise in favor with Octavianus I can make certain things like that happen. I'll do anything to be able to spend thr greater part of my life with you." He now held her hands tights within his. "I love you Agathe and Im certain we can figure it out. Once I go back to Octavianus we will write to each other to communicate and I'll think of some reason to get Octavianus to allow me to come back and see you. I don't know. All I know is, is that we will figure it out."


Agathe nodded "I shall speak with my father. Perhaps he has a solution."

Her smile was gentle as she squeezed his hands just a tightly. Her pupils were wide and gleaming with hope. It seemed as though a new light had entered her soul, and provided her with the inspiration of the muses themselves. They said her father's patron was Athena, yet if she were to succeed in this, she would surely need help from the patron of her grandfather; for if they did not achieve victory, they would all surely suffer in defeat.

(I love this coupling in that they fail to realize the impossibility of their situation :( )


Cossus smiled at her and said,"Hopefully.. Hopefully he can." He leaned in for a kiss while holding her arm sides. It was going to be a long ride, but hopefully they would make it out together. Agathe was now Cossus' love, his life, his hope..

(Hopefully they will make it out together. I can already see Cossus and Agathe becoming empire wide idols.)
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Albertae wrote:
Gharin wrote:
Agathe nodded "I shall speak with my father. Perhaps he has a solution."

Her smile was gentle as she squeezed his hands just a tightly. Her pupils were wide and gleaming with hope. It seemed as though a new light had entered her soul, and provided her with the inspiration of the muses themselves. They said her father's patron was Athena, yet if she were to succeed in this, she would surely need help from the patron of her grandfather; for if they did not achieve victory, they would all surely suffer in defeat.

(I love this coupling in that they fail to realize the impossibility of their situation :( )


Cossus smiled at her and said,"Hopefully.. Hopefully he can." He leaned in for a kiss while holding her arm sides. It was going to be a long ride, but hopefully they would make it out together. Agathe was now Cossus' love, his life, his hope..

(Hopefully they will make it out together. I can already see Cossus and Agathe becoming empire wide idols.)


Agathe kissed him gently, not yet used to the look and feel of him. She wondered then if she was making the right decision; was it right to do little more than gallivant off with this Roman legionnaire? Her heart and mind were divided on the matter. Yet as she felt the touch of his lips, it seemed as though her heart overcame her superior muscle.

She prayed silently that the Goddess of Love would protect them on their journey.
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Postby Albertae » Mon Jul 25, 2016 7:50 am

Gharin wrote:
Albertae wrote:
Cossus smiled at her and said,"Hopefully.. Hopefully he can." He leaned in for a kiss while holding her arm sides. It was going to be a long ride, but hopefully they would make it out together. Agathe was now Cossus' love, his life, his hope..

(Hopefully they will make it out together. I can already see Cossus and Agathe becoming empire wide idols.)


Agathe kissed him gently, not yet used to the look and feel of him. She wondered then if she was making the right decision; was it right to do little more than gallivant off with this Roman legionnaire? Her heart and mind were divided on the matter. Yet as she felt the touch of his lips, it seemed as though her heart overcame her superior muscle.

She prayed silently that the Goddess of Love would protect them on their journey.


As the kiss came to an end he realized just how late it was. The sunset was occurring. He asked her,"Shall we proceed back to the palace my love?" He held her hand as they walked back.
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Postby Elepis » Mon Jul 25, 2016 11:28 am

4th April, 43 BC, Antioch, Syria Coele

One would not automatically have thought Antioch was a good place for a capital. It had good trade links with the Orontes river and controlled the flow of goods between Syria and Asia, including the valuable incense and silk trade. However from a purely military position, it was an odd choice to say the least. The city itself would be easy to defend, with good strong walls and an island fortress which could easily hold out if the greater city fell. However, geographically an attacker could not hope for an easier prize. Overlooking the city stood high hills, currently these were dotted with trees and temples, but in the event of a siege Crassus could easily imagine those temple altars replaced by catapults and ballistae which could rain down fire on the city below. Thankfully, the city was well garrisoned and could easily be reinforced by other forces across Syria. Nevertheless, as Crassus looked across the river Orontes from the Fields of Mars, he shuddered to think of the damage a well planned attack could do an ill-defended city.

Crassus' thoughts, which had been turning to the unruly client state of Cappodocia, were interrupted when a trumpet note blasted across the Field of Mars. He turned his head away from the south, as did his other generals and focused himself on the columns of infantry moving out from the legionary fortress of the III Parthica. Over the past month, the legions of the east had been on the move across Crassi lands a number had converged on Antioch, however the city itself had lacked the room to house the new soldiers, plus the garrison, plus the Armenians. Thus, showing their customary logistical skill, the Crassi legions had erected a series of legionary fortresses around the city on the Field of Mars.

Here, the troops of the 1st and 2nd Cohorts Legio III Parthica formed up to greet their imperator. The thousand men of the first two cohorts lined up on the field facing each other, as if in battle. Having marched in double columns out of the legionary gate house, the two most senior cohorts of the legion had formed up perfectly in battle formation. At the command of the Primus Pilus, the two cohorts turned on the spot and saluted Crassus

"Ave Imperator Crassus!" they called, raising their swords in air as they did so. After Crassus excepted their salute, the two cohorts faced each other, with wooden pila ready to throw.

"Are you ready for war?" the centurions of each cohort shouted "READY!" came the traditional call. After this was repeated thrice, the men hurled the mock javelins at their comrades and each cohort rushed to form the testudo as fast as possible. Those who failed to form the defensive shell were brough down by heavy wooden bar. The two opposing testudo's advanced under the gaze of their generals, and after reaching a pre set marker, the 1st Cohort fell out of testudo and advanced rapidly on the stationary second.

The two formations collided with the loud crash of wood on wood. The 1st Cohort's soldiers pressed against the shields of the 2nd's, using their wooden training swords to jab under the scutums and up in to the stomachs of their comrades, or over the shields in to the faces of their opponents. The wooden swords were not sharp and could not kill like real Gladii, however they were heavier than real swords and would still break bones and causes bruises. The 1st Cohort continued pushing, and used their superior numbers to flank the 2nd cohort and pushed the defenders back. Then, at the sudden call of a trumpet, the two units disengaged panting, and the injured left on the field were taken off to be treated. These military demonstrations went on for two hours under the eyes of Crassus. They were joined by cavalry, archers and auxilia horse archers who fought their own mock battles, demonstrating their deadly fighting prowess to their imperator. Eventually the mock fighting stopped and the commanders of the Crassi military where left alone on the field after the Proconsul had given out awards to the bravest or strongest men.

"Flavius!" Crassus called to the legate of the Legio III Parthica "Your men did a fine job today. They would not have been out of place at Zama, Alesia or Cteisphon. Well done!". The middle aged legate smiled at his general as he saluted. Crassus did not give out compliments freely, and those he did praise could always expect some form of reward from the Proconsul.

"So gentlemen, shall we leave for home?"" Crassus asked, angling his horse towards the city itself "My son Marcus leaves for his province today, it would be remiss if we let him go sober!" he shouted, earning laughs from his amici.

As the column set off, one of the younger Preators spotted a horseman riding full pelt towards them. The groups froze, with a number placing their hands on their long Spatha's. The approaching horseman wore Celtic dress, with long hair hidden under a conical helmet with a oval shield. However he wore a Greek breastplate and carried a Greek sword. A Galatian, from the heart of Anatolia.

"My Lord Praefect!" the man called, moving throwing his sword down by his side "I carry a message from the King of the Galatians, answering your inquiry!". The hellenized celt paused then, panting for breath as he handed Crassus a bound scroll, sealed with the horseman of Galatia.

Crassus, who eyes were strained easily, handed it to his son, also called Marcus Crassus. The younger Crassi read it, summarizing it aloud "His Majesty the King has accepted our offer. He will join us in a coalition against the traitors." the consilium cheered then, but Marcus continued "It seems, however, that some are not so loyal. The King encloses a message, from Marcus Antonius. In its, this honourable man seeks the King's assistance.....for a war against Armenia, and by extension ourselves."

The men around the Crassi hushed then, amazed by what had happened. "This is treason! attacking a client of Rome." one of the legates called.

"This, gentlemen" answered Crassus "Is the key to the East."



1st April, 43 BC, Roma, Italia

Publius Crassus, Consul of Rome, elected and lawful leader of the Res Publica, surveyed the city of Roma from the Servian Walls, high up on the Esquiline Hill.

Below him stretched the largest city in the world, almost one million souls lived within the scared Pomarium line and looked to Publius for their protection. Everywhere in this city people went about their daily lives. Eating, working, cooking, fighting, drinking, all under the gaze of the Gods. From the smart houses on the Palatine and Esquiline to the slums of Subura and the gang lands of the Aventine, this was, Publius though, gods gift to man, and it was his to defend. To do this he had employed the ruthlessness and logistical might that had won this city the world.

Just over two legions, ten thousand professional soldeirs lined the Servian Walls and manned strong points across the city. These soldiers were hardened professional, some having fought in Gaul, Hispania, Dacia and under Publius in the east. They were true fighting men, true killers. Publius's sharp sword, the legionaries were joined by the local forces of Roma. Five thousand Vigiles, formed by Publius and Clodius in their first month as Consul, joined the soldiers. These men were technically night watchmen, armed with buckets to put out fires and axes to pull down houses. However they were all trained in arms, and organized in to cohorts. Each man was armed with a spear and shield, and from atop the high Servian Walls, they would fight as well as any legionary. Joining them were an all together different forces. The street gangs. These men were the illegal, brutal storm-troopers of the consul. Before Publius' time, they had been used to great effect by Clodius to decimate his political enemies, arranging riots and assassinations. Most owed their loyalty to the Populares, as they despised the rich elite and even those who did not had vowed to fight once the first rock landed in Roma. That gave Publius fifteen thousand trained soldiers plus however many street gangs.

As for the walls themselves, they were in good repair but there was still things to be desired. The River Wall was the worst section, with collapsed towers and rotten gates. However this section would see the least use, and Publius had made sure to strengthen it as much as he could. He still worried about that section though. The land wall was better,ten meters high, 3.8 meters wide and 7 miles long, it was an impressive fortification. The towers (although a couple had collapsed over time) were armed with catapults and ballistae to rain fire down on attackers. The smallest of the 16 gates had been walled up with rubble, and those that had not were strengthened. From the heights of the wall, Publius commanded the Tiber Valley, and his archers would massacre any attack.

However his greatest concern was supplies. Roma was well stocked, but with just fewer than a million people within its wall, Roma could not survive a long siege. Emergency grain had been brought in from the south and refugees from the north had been turned away at spear point. Food stores had been taken from the rich and put in to state granaries under the control of the Praefectus Annonae. Trees around Roma had been cut down rapidly, both to prevent cover being used by an attacking force and to use as emergency fire wood. Grain would be rationed as soon as the siege began, and Publius would show the mob that the richer suffered as much as they did. However Roma could not hold out indefinitely.

To relive the siege, Publius had three corridors open. Messengers had been sent to Clodius asking him to beak his own siege once Roma was surrounded and attack Pompey from the rear. Riders had been sent south to the great cities of Magna Graceia to raise new forces in Capua, Brundisium and Neapolis. Finally, Publius hoped his father legions would land to drive the Magnus out finally. Publius would not let his city fall without a fight. However, he was a Crassi and had to live on to fight. As such, he had organized a number of escape routes to the coast should Roma fall.




Letters:

To All Clients Monarchs of the East

Health and Great Joy.

It shames me to say this, but there is a traitor among us. In fact, there is an entire conspiracy of traitors who are fighting to bring down the peace we have created. I recently came in possession of a letter, from a Roman of high standing to one of you calling on him to prepare for war against Armenia. If the letter was sent to Judea, Galatia or Nabatea it does not matter. This is an act near to treason. I am Prefect of the East and only I can declare such a thing, as such it seems clear that certain Roman elements along with his puppet the "King" of Cappadoica are forming an illegal conspiracy to attack a loyal client of Rome. It seems these men are set to join the traitor Pompey in his damnation.

The conspirators will undoubtedly say it is a legal act to prepare themselves for an attack. However if this were true, they would have informed myself as Prefect of the East, if they were truly concerned for our safety, surely they would have brought my forty eight thousand men in to the field as well. Thus, on the advice of a college of advocates, I can only assume that these men, headed by the "King" of Cappadocia are seeking to ferment illegal acts.

Thus, I declare that I know longer consider Cappadocia an ally of Rome. As such, you, the loyal, are free to act against this rogue as you wish. All I ask is that you inform me of your loyalty to Roma, if you do not, I will have to assume you are with the conspirators.

Marcus Licinus Crassus Parthicus, Praefectus Orientalis, Proconsul of Mesopotamia


A message was also sent a head of this, to the king of Galatia, asking him to prepare himself (if he has not done already) for war against Cappadocia. But not to attack.

To Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa

Health and Great Joy.

I have received your message, and I must confess I do not want war and I would welcome and alliance against the traitor Pompey. However before I can agree to anything, I must inquire after a few points. You point to a Brute in the East? However I do not understand who this is, do you mean Parthia? Secondly, I have uncovered this conspiracy of Mark Antony and Cappadocia, and I must say it dents my confidence in him. How can I trust a man who goes behind my back to attack my allies. You are an honourable man and I do not want war against you are your master, but how can I trust this man's word?

Pompey is a traitor who has threatened my son's life, as such I have a duty to destroy him. As well as this, he has been declared an enemy of the State and People of Rome, so you to have that duty. But before I can commit myself to anything, I need answers about Mark Antony's actions.

Marcus Licinus Crassus Parthicus, Praefectus Orientalis, Proconsul of Mesopotamia
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Not sure that'll work on Elepis considering he dislikes (from what I've observed):
A: Nationalism
B: Religion being taken seriously
C: The Irish"

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