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[MAXIMUS DECIMUS MERIDIUS]

MAXIMUS
- Felix Legion – Commander –

The sun had only just peeked over the edge of the mountains to the east, yet the streets were full of citizens beginning there daily chores. A tall figure could easily be made out amongst the crowd his dark hair contrasted nicely with his nicely polished armour, he drew eyes where ever he went, mainly because nobody had ever seen him in the city before, this was his first time within the city limits, he had always avoided entering the city, he disliked the crowds and attention. Having been stuck in the camp for a month, he yarned to get out even if it meant facing the crowed streets of Rome. With him he had a few soldiers to help him collect supplies, they had received new orders and were to leave again in a few days time. He admired the beauty of the city's buildings and monuments, thousands of years of history stood right in front of them yet nobody took any notice of it.

They stopped at the Blacksmith, a well built man with large arms looked up as they halted before his store, immediately recognising the symbol engraved into their armour he rushed forward "Maximus, what brings you into the city, I thought you said you would never set foot in here even if you're life depended on it?" The man said with a slight chuckle. Maximus smiled at the man "Well Judus, I came to see if our order was ready, we are due to leave in three days" Judus grinned "Good thing I'm the best blacksmith in Roma, You're order is out back I can have a carriage drop it off today, Oh and here you are" Judus said quickly moving to the back of the shop and returning with long object wrapped in leather "A gift from Caesar, to grant you luck in you're next battle" Judus very gently placed it on the counter "My best work, if I do say so myself".

Maximus grinned at Judus's remark, he carefully unwrapped the package revealing a beautiful blade, The blade it's self was made of pure steel, engraved into it were the words 'What we do in life, echo's an eternity', The handle was beautifully decorated with detailed engravings. Maximus smiled the sword was beautiful only Caesar would give him something that suits him so perfectly. "Give my thanks" he replied before lifting the sword and testing it's balance before sheathing it at his side "It is truly a beautiful blade" he said to Judus. He was not one for complements but he gave them were they were due. He turned to one of his soldiers "Arrange a carriage to pick up the order then have it meet us at Tiffany's", With a nod of his head the soldier disappeared into the massive crowed that seemed to of multiplied three times in the last ten minutes.

[AUGUSTUS LEON PELLIPARIUS]

This is a gift; it comes with a price

It was an ungodly hour. He hated the morning and everything it brought on; the busiest streets, the dew on the bits of grass spaced between dotted buildings, sitting water, and his own fatigue. There was great disdain held for the sleep which nagged at the corners of his eyes and forced his shoulders to acknowledge the beauty of the rising sun above the ranges of mountains in a slouch. To be perfectly frank with himself; he didn’t care. Augustus, the man of many colours (that was a lie brought on by himself, he hated many things presented to him in the colour wheel), held no regard for the nature around him. Not the shortest, the tallest, nor the grandest of the buildings that were around him. Only once had he ventured outside of Rome, to the quaint dwellings of Marino, where not even the most spacious of their churches could impress him. Hah, church. Like that was of any interest to him, whether it be the silly things the other nations around him strived for, or congregations in his own areas. He didn’t care much for the birds or the eagles, the worms he crushed in times of downpour.

Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

He looked around, his mind dropping the ever looming topic, and rather pushed his way through the crowd with no hesitation. His shoulders may have brushed with a few stray women and their slaves on their way to fetch their errands, their water and their... Families. The realization he was alone had never before hit him. In his temporarily insane mind, he was not alone. He had his bed, he had himself, and he had that woman living in the downstairs inhabitancy. He had all of Rome to himself, and that meant he was never alone. If he was, he’d have never noticed. Augustus’ world was a wicked one, and he absolutely adored it. Lost in his thoughts yet again, as he usually was found, the ruckus of a young boy caught him unawares, and the child’s small yet pointed shoulder caught him in the side. Releasing a cry, he had soon come to let go of the disturbance in his day without any further complaints. However, he had indeed been tossed up against the wall of a steady armoury and, God he didn’t even know what it was nor did he hold much care, where a man had been recently sheathing the threatening tip of a blade. He was fighting back the urge to guffaw, never before having seen the magnificent, efficient battlements of a true soldier. “Ehi! Watch where ya’ put that thing, amico!”

Midas is king; he holds me so tight and turns me to gold in the sunlight

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[MAXIMUS DECIMUS MERIDIUS]

MAXIMUS
- Felix Legion – Commander –

He looked up as a voice spoke to him, telling him to watch where he put his sword, at first glance he could tell this man was a praetorian but after closer inspection he realised he was not but a mere guard of the city, "Maybe one should be more careful as to were they put themselves, I wondered how long before we encountered one of you". The legion had a great dislike for the city guards, as they always tried to put themselves above them, thinking themselves more important then the legion, but were would they be if the had no army to fight their wars?. Maximus was not ignorant he knew their role was important to, for what would an army's purpose be if they had no people to fight for? They would be no more then barbarians, trying to take what they do not need.

He looked about him again, how could one enjoy working or even living within these confined walls, the hordes of people within the city walls made him uneasy, no wonder this was his first time within the wall, a task he had been avoiding all his life. He owned a large plot of land just past the Roman plantation, It was a modest farm, one he tries to see as much as possible, but his line of work can keep him away from home for years, so far it had been 2 years since he had seen his wife and son, but he writes often and prays for them every night. Yes Maximus dose believe in a god and hopes he will grant him mercy when his time comes to go to the afterlife, his gaze returned to the guard pulling himself out of his rambling thoughts.

[AUGUSTUS LEON PELLIPARIUS]

This is a gift; it comes with a price

His lip curled in a sneer, and it was a wicked thing to behold. The sons of strong men should behold the lion’s roar, thus says the city of Rome, powerful and corrupt as it was. He had been told, constantly, to respect the men who fought for his citadels and his safety, and he thought it was all rubbish. Men would fight for anything, and no reason. It mattered not if it was for their wives, their homeland, or their king. They would slay each other on a capricious, whimsical intellect. That wasn’t to say, however, he despised the act of murder with intent or not, or the throes of war. He himself had only killed a man once before, wounded many but felt the sticky essence of blood seep out, twined with life and all the experiences of one human being... Once. It felt silly to think that a reasonably inhuman person as Augustus had only committed the act so long ago, but it was only the beginning of his life. There was so much more to happen, so much more to do and to destroy.

Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

“Hm. It’s just your luck isn’t it?” He released what were the barest glimmers of a chuckle, shaking his head more in disbelief than anything. “What are you doing among the poor and the infectious? Has Caesar finally died and we’re just beatin’ up on a dead horse with the war?” What a day it would be when the day’s rulers had finally passed and the city was free. But alas, freedom was nothing of exquisite interest to anyone, because there would always be slaves. Always be the tormented and the damned and those who mocked their own reality. Being inquisitive beyond compare, a spare arm was raised to support himself on the wall of the nearest building, its purpose not clear, but only serving as the resting point for a weary guard. Guard, warrior, mind you he had just awoken and beat himself to roll from the rickety expanse of his bed. “Riddle me this; when will we be free and all living in a city of gold as you people so desire? Pray tell, master of all things, if we will ever see the end of this pretend war you have!”

Midas is king; he holds me so tight and turns me to gold in the sunlight

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