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Post by Hugo on Jul 13, 2015 0:29:11 GMT
It was an auspicious day at the Roman capital, Sanctuarium. A massive city carved into the mountain side, its outer levels paraded Roman Ingenuity and prosperity to all who visited on this day while within laid so much more. For it was a day of census and taxation, in addition to being the day all brought their goods to trade here on the day of Trade. Liquor from the pirates, stored in barrels and sent via intermediaries, salt from the mines of the desert, furs from the Viking Skalds, grain, metal, goods of all sorts, representing all the peoples of the land...The earth and its representatives of history in a situation unlike any other.  As the market section began to set up, various town criers would wail out the current news. "TO ALL VISITORS! ROMAN LAW IS IN FULL EFFECT! TROUBLEMAKERS WILL BE THROWN INTO THE ARENA! GLADIATOR TRIALS WILL BEGIN IN THREE DAYS, REGISTER YOURSELF OR FIGHTERS AT THE TRADE CENTER TO PROPER OFFICIALS!""ALL DIPLOMATIC VISITORS ARE INVITED TO THE HOUSE OF SENATOR GAIUS! IT BEGINS TONIGHT, AT THE NINTH RINGING OF THE BELL! ENTERTAINERS! WINE! BE AMAZED AT ROMAN LUXURY!" To those here to merely sell their wares if any or travel, there was a bar for travelers called the Legions Fist and space enough. |
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Post by corvette1710 on Jul 13, 2015 2:50:13 GMT
One eyebrow on Reiko's face rose higher than the other in a quizzical expression as he cocked his head, listening to the criers' news.
Since being exiled, Reiko found more flavor in the lives of those from other realms than the uniform training and discipline of the ninja... if in exchange for less refined tastes. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword casually as he made his way to the building he could see to be the trade center.
"I would like to sign up for the gladiator trials," he said coolly, glancing around to make sure he wasn't going to be pick-pocketed by the local troublemakers or dirty children. He'd heard it was a problem elsewhere, and he wasn't about to find out the hard way.
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Post by mercenaryblade on Jul 13, 2015 3:26:04 GMT
Hansel glanced around at the market place leaning on his halberd, he was really only here t guard the tradegoods, he'd come by caravan braving the dangers of travel, they'd fought off several bandit raids enroute, but now that they were behind fortified walls he and the other guards were there only to make sure thieves were caught.
He shrugged at the criers, he wouldn't leave his post unless he had a good reason, though he did ache to crossblades with a gladiator.
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Post by Terranova on Jul 13, 2015 3:43:31 GMT
"I would like to sign up for the gladiator trials," "Get in line," Minnora snapped at the newcomer behind her before whipping her head back at the official in the booth. She lowered her voice in an attempt to avoid attention from the other civilians passing by the trade center. "I was in the Winner's Circle in Nepte for five years running. I don't need a thin-skinned little boy like you giving me advice on how to make my money." The official started to speak up, but decided against it. It seemed like the woman had already made up her mind. Minnora let out a sigh and slid him a scribbled piece of parchment. "Just take my credentials and sign me up. Then I'll leave." She gave one glance over her shoulder at the stranger as the official took down her information. "Sorry 'bout that... Rough day." |
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Post by tomnowinblue on Jul 13, 2015 4:08:01 GMT
Basho wondered through the market place, shaking his head as he overheard people arguing over the gladiator trails. He understood the concept of testing oneself physically, but all the killing seemed so unnecessary. Basho kept his opinion to himself as he made his way around the market place. He had been in Rome, offering his medical services for 3 days now and was packing for his trip home.
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Post by Nova Prime X on Jul 13, 2015 4:20:40 GMT
"...Gladiator trials." She repeated, murmuring to herself. That would be an excellent display of skill and a lot of fun to boot. But the attracting of attention and the Roman general attitude to those like her would make it very risky. Which was why she decided to sign up on the spot. To her kind, risky was like breathing. Great risk, great reward. And hopefully she would be able to befriend others to stand up for her.
After all, the only thing stronger than the thirst for battle...was the desire to make companions and share a good drink.
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Post by SSJRuss on Jul 13, 2015 4:43:03 GMT
It seemed the moment Tord walked into Sanctuarium, people were already causing commotion.
"Ah... Romans," Tord taking a big whiff of the Roman air. "Nothing like it...", Tord looked over at the booth for gladiator sign-up, eyeing both locals and travelers adding to the commotion.
"...better that way, suppose."
Tord then turned his attention back to his direction and destination, the Wood Work. Best place for craftsmen to trade in the city. Tord usually came when he could for material for his ships, but today it was strictly for profit. Tord and his men had cut too much wood the week before and his old man needed coin. Typically, Tord wouldn't have volunteered for this job. I mean...they hired people to do this sort of thing for a reason. But Sanctuarium had half decent bars and goodfellows, and Tord could use a pint and party. Not often did he get to see the fun side of Romans. Maybe he'd even see more than their fun side...
That thought alone was enough to get Tord to come to Sanctuarium.
"Fresh cut logs, you lot! Come en get your fill. You know the rate." said Tord to the men in the Wood Work.
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Post by Nihlium on Jul 13, 2015 13:39:44 GMT
Hiroto's eyes focused on the Latrunculi board that sat on the table in front of him. On the other side of the board was Fen, smirking as the Sun glistened across her shaved scalp.
"This is a very interesting game Fen. But I fail to see how this will help me when I go Gaius' house today." he waved his hand and his attendant Saitoro quickly walked over to him and poured tea into his empty cup "That being said, this villa is quite nice. Although expensive."
"This is an important time Hiroto-Sama. you must not only look impressive in wealth and power, but knowledge a well. While not many play this board game, those who do will certainly be worth talking and maybe even making alliances with."
Before Hiroto could answer a Roman servant walked unto the pavilion and cleared his throat "Pardon me sir. Your transport to Senator Gaius' house awaits."
"Time to go Fen. ALthough it isn't to late to sign up for the arena."
"Come on HIroto-Sama, Gaius awaits."
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Post by xLEGACYx on Jul 13, 2015 19:28:22 GMT
Sir William Scott sat back in the shadows of a brewery sipping on a pint, wearing a hooded robe concealing his sword. He was in town having his armor repaired by a blacksmith in town. While he sat he watched others, always studying. He noticed some rather fierce yet attractive women signing up for a tournament of sorts and smiled to himself. While he wasn't much of a fighter for fun, he would enjoy watching the spectacle that many seemed to be signing up for. Taking another sip of his pint, Sir William Scott noticed an Asian man hurriedly moving through the congregation with some rather high to do company.
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Post by greenlightning on Jul 13, 2015 20:53:00 GMT
Walking the streets of the Sanctuarium market during the Day of Trade was no easy task, even for a man and raised in Rome. Stopping to take a sniff of the air, Numerius smiled. The peculiar mixture of sweet fruit, bitter spices, and sweaty traders tickled his nostrils, bring along with it a sense of nostalgia. He was raised in these streets, selling goods to commoners and foreigners alike, yet that felt like it was a lifetime ago. It had been away from Rome far too long for his own good.
Since times had been mostly peaceful, Numerius had not been enlisted, so he decided to wander around the streets.
'Gladiator recruits? This will be good' He thought to himself, as he walked over to the Trade Center.
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Post by Hugo on Jul 13, 2015 21:26:34 GMT
@gladiator People
Those seeking to sign up would be able to do so without problems, with even Minnora with her record and Nora with her marks denoting her culture allowed in without a word of protest for some reason as the official spoke.
"Report to the arena in the evening bell. Directions are given with your ticket, do not loose them!"
@diplomacy People
For those heading there, Senator Gaius and his manor was one of sedate opulence and relaxation with a cool breeze flowing and fresh fruit and the like offered....A luxury for those who could afford it. The senator himself greeted each and everyone of his guests coming as he smiled and bowed his head.
"Welcome to the Sanctuarium. May you enjoy my home as your own. Come! And tell me of yourself."
@market/Gladiator people.
"You dog! You dare sell substandard goods?!"
The Shaolin youth they were accosting attempted to protest, to the deriding of the guards.
"Save it! Its the arena for you boy!"
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Post by tomnowinblue on Jul 13, 2015 21:33:01 GMT
@market/Gladiator people."You dog! You dare sell substandard goods?!" The Shaolin youth they were accosting attempted to protest, to the deriding of the guards. "Save it! Its the arena for you boy!" Basho overheard the commotion, and quick to interject himself. The elder Shaolin calmly walked over to the scene, "What seems to be the problem here?" |
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Post by greenlightning on Jul 13, 2015 22:55:50 GMT
As a soldier, he couldn't directly partake in the Gladiator Arena, and it seemed like he would not be able to enter with the recruits. Nonetheless, it would be less honorable dying in the Arena then dying with the Legion.
Carrying on his way, Numerius noticed a merchant heckling a young man.
'Poor guy.' He thought to himself as he observed the argument.
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Post by Nova Prime X on Jul 13, 2015 23:42:30 GMT
...Or perhaps she had underestimated the Roman populace's desire for good combat. A Viking let in without a hitch. Former Viking royalty, no less. "Maybe I can yet wrest some friendly companionship from the Romans." She smiled. Evening bell, directions on ticket. Easy enough.
Now to see if the Romans had as good food as their chubby emperors suggested.
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Post by corvette1710 on Jul 14, 2015 1:24:17 GMT
She gave one glance over her shoulder at the stranger as the official took down her information. "Sorry 'bout that... Rough day." Reiko's lip curled in distaste initially, only to find this one had an apologetic side. He'd always found them a waste. He forced a small grin to form on his lips and said, "Understandable, I think." Psychopaths were often skillful at concealing their true feelings beneath the layer of pleasantries found in daily interactions. This one was no different. He noted the happenings of the market around him after he signed his name on the sheet and received his ticket. Upon the breakout of a quarrel, he leaned against the nearest stall, picking up an apple and taking a bite out of it, making sure to flip the vendor a silver coin in return. He'd watch from afar for now; if something concerned him he might intercede. OOC: Here, eat an apple. It'll make you seem like even more of an asshole. |
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