Recent content by Meloch the Pygmy

It wasn't easy, deciding to die. At first it seemed the only way out of getting tortured and shaming Domina Cornelia -- and after so completely botching the theft of Publicola's toga, it seemed the least I could do. I had been looking for the opportunity for days. Ideally an opportunity that...

Particularly the one who almost cut him in half. Mmm hmmm. ; )

Oh dear. That whole Togagate business... *face in hands* Not my finest hour.

Nice writing, Shast. You made Metellus sound quite creditable. You know, we really should have one-upped Otho. "Orgy at Metellus' place! Pygmies and centaurs and Emperors' wives! Come one, come all!" Now that would have been a vote-winner.

So? Metellus' speech? Fine, Chalky, I know you've got a new house, new job, new dog. Doubtless taking up much of your time. But I want to hear the Tale of Toga-gate! A petulant and demanding pygmy

Dude, just 'cause I'm no longer dodging Taliban doesn't mean I don't want regular Alea updates!

If this was a deliberate pun, Chalky, you deserve to be strung up.

Thanks, Chalks. Very much appreciated. By tomorrow, I should be "safe" back in Kabul, incidentally. And hopefully leaving for London by Thursday. But feel free to keep up the daily updates for as long as you like -- they're delightful.

Heilyn's ancestry? He's descended from a long line of thick-skulled, stiffnecked, sneaky Celtic ironmongers. And some divinity somewhere in there. Delighted to finally get the details on this game (which I missed due to being in Afghanistan -- where I currently am again, and much enjoying...

And then... ...nothing happened. For a very, very long time.

Meloch knew he was on the verge of being zorched by Vesta, but to his own considerable surprise found himself willing to risk death instead of killing the little Celtic girls. Even though they were pretty sure to be killed by the Romans anyway, for their blasphemy against Vesta and Roma. An...

Well, the thought occurred. But really, you can put out a Flame of Vesta by whacking it with a wet leather waterskin almost as effectively as you can by pouring water on it. If the girls had got into the Temple, it wouldn't have much mattered if they had water or not. So we had to stop them...

Exactly. Much preferable to Shast's tiresome editorializing. A little friendly squabbling never hurt anyone. Heilyn and I came out all right, after all, right? I'll keep the two of them from getting carried away. Meloch

Hiatus You know, I'll wager that Cato the Owl has a lot of really interesting perspectives on our recent adventures. I think I'll go have a word with Domina Cornelia and see if she wouldn't mind dictating her familiar's recollections, since my own familiar seems to be off in a month-long sulk...

Alas, I'm currently in Afghanistan, and have no access to my stats. But perhaps when I get back to the States. Course, the character's not really about the stats. But I understand your interest.