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Post by Gracchus Maximus [3-167BC] on Jun 24, 2006 18:44:07 GMT -5
It is decided. We shall leave this place.
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Post by Cladius Amulius [3-167BC] on Jun 24, 2006 20:42:33 GMT -5
Amulius nodded quietly, and began stepping away from the group. The glitre in his eye more than obvious, his mind working fiercly.
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Post by Cladius Marcus [4 - 167 BC] on Jun 25, 2006 0:11:40 GMT -5
Cladius Marcus stood quiet listening to the men surrounding him discuss revolution and the restoration of Roman rule. He grew worried that the ill temperment of the underground would bring anarchy to the state"
"Comrades, I too would like to join this uprising."
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Post by Scipio Publius [2-167BC] on Jun 26, 2006 6:59:25 GMT -5
young Publius watched the scene unfold with rapt attention. The young men of Roma were anxious. While some of the older generation had sold their swords and sacred honor to the visigoth tyrant, the youth were already talking rebellion. Publius could barely remember his grandfather, a gray haired man named Cassius, but he'd remembered the look on the old man's face when the barbarians had forced their way into his home, and stabbed him in his deathbed. Even as an long bearded old man, the barbarians knew he was a danger, such was his reputation as a Republican. He watched the group, discussing with animation. Publius had swore that very day to have a hand in the restoration of the Republic. But to be so open was dangerous. The visgoths were savages, but they were not stupid. Publius approached and bought two empty pots for storing olive oil. scribbling a quick note in one he placed it in one of them. He offered a few coins to a young urchin to bring the jar over to the men.
"With his compliments," the young boy said to the group, handing them the jar. Inside there was a note. It read:
"I am Publius of the Scipii. I am for Republic and for Roma, and will do whatever is needed. Any of you may call upon me at my home, and we will discuss. Please eat this note."
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