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"Oh, how I wish we could have just one Diet session where the Austrians didn't spend the entire time complaining about something." Fredericus von Hamburg
Since I have a feeling I might die tonight, I will post this now.
LittleGrizzly should be lynched tomorrow.
Originally Posted by LittleGrizzly
Take note of the bolded part. Now, the benefit of pm'ing tons of people to get them involved is, you get a sense of what people are doing or claim they are doing. There were simply not enough people left over for LG to have a group protecting him, or for him to be in a protecting group.
So, my conclusion was that he was either a mafioso or a consul. I told him as much, and asked for his pm as proof.
When I said we could do a deal where he sent half the consul pm and I sent him the other half (I've been in contact with a consul since an earlier bout of pm'ing for townie groups), he read it but never replied...what happened to working something out?Originally Posted by LittleGrizzly
No, it means I'm one of the 15 or so Populares senators. What was your point again?
So, LG doesn't want to give you his role pm, big deal. You advice us to lynch a possible consul?
Why consul and not praetor? You already know the faction he belongs to?
Last edited by Andres; 05-25-2009 at 08:09.
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"Oh, how I wish we could have just one Diet session where the Austrians didn't spend the entire time complaining about something." Fredericus von Hamburg
Night 6 concluded, write-up commencing.
“Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.”
- Marcus Aurelius Antoninus Augustus
On his way home from the Senate, woad&fangs had heard the news coming down the Via Flaminia. At Auximum, the local senate had determined that the town would not obstruct the march of Caesar’s legions through the city. Prudently, the local garrison commander had withdrawn, but the speed of the Caesarian vanguard forced him to halt and take up a defensive formation. A brief clash ensued, but as with the garrison of Iguvium, many of the legionaries had served with Caesar in Gaul, and their loyalty was questionable at best. Soon after the battle began, many of the defending force deserted, with the majority simply joining the ranks of their opponents. Yet another road to Rome was open, and the crisis grew deeper.
This worried woad&fangs a great deal, and he returned to his villa to think about what he should do. He debated the situation with his freedman advisor, but could not reach a satisfactory conclusion. Eventually, he grew weary and called for his cena. Food and drink aplenty was soon brought before him. After a half hour of gorging himself, woad&fangs was finally slowing down a bit. The last few bites of baked pigeon had parched his throat, and his wine goblet was empty. Where was the damnable wine bearer?!
woad&fangs craned his neck around, looking for the man. He saw a figure in the back holding the wine ewer, and gestured frantically towards him. “Wine, damn you!” The man started forward quickly, holding the ewer out in front of him as he came. woad&fangs began berating him for his sluggishness, and the man took the abuse silently, pouring the wine as instructed. Suddenly, woad&fangs paused, having noticed the extremely large forearm muscles of the wine bearer. He had not always been so strong, had he? Before he could put voice to these thoughts, the wine bearer grabbed his head with both hands. Immense strength poured through his thick fingers, and the last thing woad&fangs heard was the sound of his own neck snapping.
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YLC was lounging casually on a lectus, waiting for his food to digest, when a great commotion came from the front gate. A few shouts, followed by banging, and then more shouting, before the whole thing turned into an unrecognizable cacophony. A few moments later, an armed man rushed into the room. He paused before YLC, “Sir, the villa is being assaulted by men armed with gladii! You must get to safety!” His eyes wide, YLC did as he was told and retreated to one of the more secure rooms in the villa.
From his location, crouched in a bedroom with a locked door, he could hear the sounds of battle continue for many minutes. After a while, they faded, and irregular footsteps could be heard approaching his hiding place. A knock followed, and a voice stated, “They have gone, sir, we have held the villa and thrown them back!” YLC tentatively opened the door, to find an armed man standing there, clutching his leg, which was bleeding badly. He gave the man a piece of cloth to tie around the wound, and helped him hobble out to the main courtyard.
What he saw was horrifying. Bodies were scattered in multiple places, windows and doors were broken, and nearly everything of value in the room had been broken. His villa was ruined, but at least YLC was alive.
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The butcher’s wife stayed up extra late, hoping that the strange men would return. She had told the fishmonger’s wife about what had happened the previous night, but the response was skeptical at best. The woman had had the gall to accuse her of making it all up, and had mocked her publicly for it. Tonight, the butcher’s wife was going to prove to herself that she was not crazy. Who were these men, why were they congregating outside her window, and why were they interested in everyone?
Sure enough, well after sunset, footsteps sounded on the street and a group of men approached, walking towards everyone’s villa. Within moments, other men began to emerge from side alleys where they must have concealed themselves, and barred the path of the first group. Both groups were armed with pugii, and soon a standoff began.
After a few shouts and gestures, three men emerged from the blocking group, and two from the walking group. They met in the middle of the street, between the two mobs, once again arguing and gesturing frantically. As with the previous night, everyone was frequently mentioned, and regular gestures were made in the direction of his villa. Other words drifted back to the window where the butcher’s wife stood. One of the men in the blocking group was saying something about “outnumbered” and “or else.” The leaders of the walking group turned and talked to one another quietly, before returning to their side of the mob. After some grumbling and shoulder shrugging, the walking group dispersed into the city.
As with the previous night, the group of men who had blocked the path of the others remained for some hours, scanning the dark side-streets. The butcher’s wife was pleased with the result; that bitch, the fishmonger’s wife, would get an earful for ever doubting her. Plus, she stank and her daughter was a whore.
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As the Senate re-convened for another day’s discussion, the Senators filed in, their shoulders slumped and their brows furrowed. Yet another night had passed, and without fail the murders continued to occur. Another proscription was inevitable, and all were worried that their name would be the next one on the list. Few men paid much attention to the empty seat in the Optimates section, more were concerned with the notices that had been nailed to the Curia doors:
Originally Posted by A message from Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus to the Senate
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