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Alea Iacta Parthia: Render Unto God (A Mythic Rome D&D 3.5 Storyhour) Chp. 5.; 6/22
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<blockquote data-quote="Orichalcum" data-source="post: 3603699" data-attributes="member: 3722"><p><strong>Chp. 5: Bring me My Bow</strong></p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, the ladies Cornelia and Valeria were visiting the eighty-two blinded survivors in the infirmary. Naturally, they went first to the private room of L. Valerius Plancus, the Centurion and their client. The brown-haired, muscular young man was sitting dejectedly on a military cot, wearing a long tunic. As they came quietly in, he turned his head in a panic towards the door.</p><p></p><p>"Who's there?" he cried out, fear evident in his voice, his whitened eyes unable to locate them.</p><p></p><p>"Cornelia , the wife of Q. Caecilius Metellus, and his mother, Valeria Maxima," Cornelia softly responded. "We were so upset to hear about your misfortune."</p><p></p><p>"Misfortune - is that what they're calling it?" Plancus murmured bitterly. "Incompetent disaster, better say. My entire century is destroyed because I didn't take enough precautions."</p><p></p><p>"They're not all dead," Valeria reassured. "Most are just blinded."</p><p></p><p>"And what use is a soldier with no eyes to the Legions, madam?" he answered, politely but with brutal honesty.</p><p></p><p>"The mysteries of Isis might be able to restore your sight," Valeria intoned.</p><p></p><p>"I am not a member of your cult, my lady."</p><p></p><p>"You do not need to be to receive the All-Mother's blessings, Plancus," Valeria answered, a little tartly in response to the term "cult."</p><p></p><p>Cornelia intervened in the burgeoning religious dispute. "Plancus, I'm sure you weren't incompetent. Can you tell us exactly what happened?"</p><p></p><p>"Of course, domina. I had arranged with the ship captain at Joppa, a man named Captain Kantharos of the Neptune's Gleam, to tell the port authorities he was carrying a cargo of dates from Egypt, so as not to arouse gossip. We left slightly before dawn, with ten of my men helping carry the gold to the wagon, and then met up with the rest of the century outside of Joppa. The day's travel was uneventful, and I had riders scouting ahead and to the sides the whole way. We camped about 13 miles away from Jerusalem, a few miles away from the village of Emmaus. I considered stopping in Emmaus but didn't want to risk idle tongues or thieves among the local inhabitants. </p><p></p><p>We were making up the camp according to the regulation handbook - I've never actually made a camp before, but of course I've been trained in the theory," he confesses, a little embarrassed. At this point, Shirzad, Shlomo, and Heilyn slip in and introduce themselves, having finished their business with the corpses.</p><p></p><p>"In any case, a sudden bright white flash lit up the sky, coming I think from the hills to the west of the valley where our camp was, although I'm not sure about that because of the shock. My eyes felt like they were on fire and then I was plunged into utter darkness. I assumed, of course, that it was only me, and called out to my men to stay calm, and for someone to come over to me. But I don't know if any of them heard; they were all screaming and crying out and praying to Asclepius and Mercury."</p><p></p><p>"Why Mercury?" Heilyn asks, a little sensitive about that particular god.</p><p></p><p>"Oh, well, I mean Hermes really, but they're all the same, right? Ever since Hermes stole Argus' 100 eyes, he's been a protector of eyes and a remedy against eye disease." Plancus answered, and then continued his story.</p><p></p><p>"Very quickly, I heard arrow fire, although not near me. Then there were three loud explosions, and the smell of sulphur, and more screams. There was the noise of combat, briefly, and I think the sound of the wagons moving, and then..nothing except the cries of my men. I tried to make my way over to those crying out in pain, but I kept stumbling and tripping, and by the time I found one, he was already dead. I sent our scouts out on hands and knees , following the cobblestones of the road in both directions, looking for help. And then, we sat down, and waited, and prayed, till the Legions came to rescue us, for what good it might do," Plancus ends, bitterly.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Orichalcum, post: 3603699, member: 3722"] [b]Chp. 5: Bring me My Bow[/b] Meanwhile, the ladies Cornelia and Valeria were visiting the eighty-two blinded survivors in the infirmary. Naturally, they went first to the private room of L. Valerius Plancus, the Centurion and their client. The brown-haired, muscular young man was sitting dejectedly on a military cot, wearing a long tunic. As they came quietly in, he turned his head in a panic towards the door. "Who's there?" he cried out, fear evident in his voice, his whitened eyes unable to locate them. "Cornelia , the wife of Q. Caecilius Metellus, and his mother, Valeria Maxima," Cornelia softly responded. "We were so upset to hear about your misfortune." "Misfortune - is that what they're calling it?" Plancus murmured bitterly. "Incompetent disaster, better say. My entire century is destroyed because I didn't take enough precautions." "They're not all dead," Valeria reassured. "Most are just blinded." "And what use is a soldier with no eyes to the Legions, madam?" he answered, politely but with brutal honesty. "The mysteries of Isis might be able to restore your sight," Valeria intoned. "I am not a member of your cult, my lady." "You do not need to be to receive the All-Mother's blessings, Plancus," Valeria answered, a little tartly in response to the term "cult." Cornelia intervened in the burgeoning religious dispute. "Plancus, I'm sure you weren't incompetent. Can you tell us exactly what happened?" "Of course, domina. I had arranged with the ship captain at Joppa, a man named Captain Kantharos of the Neptune's Gleam, to tell the port authorities he was carrying a cargo of dates from Egypt, so as not to arouse gossip. We left slightly before dawn, with ten of my men helping carry the gold to the wagon, and then met up with the rest of the century outside of Joppa. The day's travel was uneventful, and I had riders scouting ahead and to the sides the whole way. We camped about 13 miles away from Jerusalem, a few miles away from the village of Emmaus. I considered stopping in Emmaus but didn't want to risk idle tongues or thieves among the local inhabitants. We were making up the camp according to the regulation handbook - I've never actually made a camp before, but of course I've been trained in the theory," he confesses, a little embarrassed. At this point, Shirzad, Shlomo, and Heilyn slip in and introduce themselves, having finished their business with the corpses. "In any case, a sudden bright white flash lit up the sky, coming I think from the hills to the west of the valley where our camp was, although I'm not sure about that because of the shock. My eyes felt like they were on fire and then I was plunged into utter darkness. I assumed, of course, that it was only me, and called out to my men to stay calm, and for someone to come over to me. But I don't know if any of them heard; they were all screaming and crying out and praying to Asclepius and Mercury." "Why Mercury?" Heilyn asks, a little sensitive about that particular god. "Oh, well, I mean Hermes really, but they're all the same, right? Ever since Hermes stole Argus' 100 eyes, he's been a protector of eyes and a remedy against eye disease." Plancus answered, and then continued his story. "Very quickly, I heard arrow fire, although not near me. Then there were three loud explosions, and the smell of sulphur, and more screams. There was the noise of combat, briefly, and I think the sound of the wagons moving, and then..nothing except the cries of my men. I tried to make my way over to those crying out in pain, but I kept stumbling and tripping, and by the time I found one, he was already dead. I sent our scouts out on hands and knees , following the cobblestones of the road in both directions, looking for help. And then, we sat down, and waited, and prayed, till the Legions came to rescue us, for what good it might do," Plancus ends, bitterly. [/QUOTE]
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