Hail and well met Total War Residents. This is my first attempt at writing a story, so enjoy!
The Adventures of Lucius Maxetinus
Chapter 1: A Stranger In Town
The wind was cold, the wolfs howled, the trees rustled in the wind, such was life along the Rhine River. In the town of Augusta Treverorum there laid a tavern, inside the tavern, sitting in an selcuded corner, a man sat, drinking his ale. The man was wearing a dark cloak and his head was concealed with his cloak's hood, he wore a belt and attached to it was a sheathed Roman gladius. He also had brown hair and a small brown beard. To the local garrison he was a stranger, perhaps a mercenary, but in truth, he was a Roman to the core, but he fought only for himself.
He finished his ale and signalled for another ale, the tavern owner responded by bringing him his second ale. While he drank his ale a commotion occurred at the bar, two men were arguing about some rubbish. He listened closely as they argued.
“I tell you, that women is supurb, just look at those hips!” argued one man. He was pointing to a woman outside the tavern.
“Nonsense Appius, she couldn’t get any good men, even if you think she could," responded the other.
“Shut up Gaius you bastard!’ exclaimed Appius. “She is fair and you’ll see soon enough.”
Gaius stood up from his seat, compared to his companion, he was well built, had broad shoulders and was taller. Appius was of smaller height and didn’t look tough enough; he looked like a squinty fellow.
“Apologize and admit you are wrong about that woman, and I may let you go unharmed," threatened Gaius.
Appius stood up and rose to the challenge. “You may be stronger than me; but I will not stand for this threat, lets settle this like men," Appius replied.
The stranger watched as Gaius nodded his head and punched Appius in the face before he could even get ready, a bar room brawl had commenced. Many of those near the two men began to run outside or hide behind the bar or even table, however the stranger didn’t react.
Gaius launched his fist towards Appius’s face again, but he missed. Appius was short but quick. Gaius looked in time to see himself trip and tumble onto the ground, Appius then grabbed a chair and continually smashed it on Gaius’s head, until he grabbed onto it and pulled himself up. He grabbed Appius by the throat and threw him, right on top of the stranger’s table and ale.
“That was my ale,” the stranger exclaimed politely. “I suggest you pay for my next drink.”
Gaius snarled at the stranger and walked up to him. “I believe that this person now belongs to me, and he nor myself will pay for your drink," he said rudely.
The stranger looked at Gaius for a brief second, before kneeing him in the groin, the tall man collapsed before being kicked in the head, sending him into a table and breaking it. Appius started to crawl away until the stranger grabbed him by the tunic and stared at him. His face was full of anger and hatred.
“Who…who are you?” asked a frightened Appius.
The stranger smiled at the frightened man, his face became close to Appius’s face that Appius could feel the stranger’s breath on his own face.
“My name is Lucius Maxetinus," he answered before hitting him three times on the stomach and throwing him on the ground. Lucius walked outside and onto the street, seemingly uncaring to what just happened.
Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Matria Mori - It is sweet and meet to die for one's country.
We all die in the end, it only matters when and how - Me
Roma Invicta!
The wind was cold, the wolfs howled, the trees rustled in the wind, such was life along the Rhine River. In the town of Augusta Treverorum there laid a tavern, inside the tavern, sitting in an selcuded corner, a man sat, drinking his ale. The man was wearing a dark cloak and his head was concealed with his cloak's hood, he wore a belt and attached to it was a sheathed Roman gladius. He also had brown hair and a small brown beard. To the local garrison he was a stranger, perhaps a mercenary, but in truth, he was a Roman to the core, but he fought only for himself.
He finished his ale and signalled for another ale, the tavern owner responded by bringing him his second ale. While he drank his ale a commotion occurred at the bar, two men were arguing about some rubbish. He listened closely as they argued.
“I tell you, that women is supurb, just look at those hips!” argued one man. He was pointing to a woman outside the tavern.
“Nonsense Appius, she couldn’t get any good men, even if you think she could," responded the other.
“Shut up Gaius you bastard!’ exclaimed Appius. “She is fair and you’ll see soon enough.”
Gaius stood up from his seat, compared to his companion, he was well built, had broad shoulders and was taller. Appius was of smaller height and didn’t look tough enough; he looked like a squinty fellow.
“Apologize and admit you are wrong about that woman, and I may let you go unharmed," threatened Gaius.
Appius stood up and rose to the challenge. “You may be stronger than me; but I will not stand for this threat, lets settle this like men," Appius replied.
The stranger watched as Gaius nodded his head and punched Appius in the face before he could even get ready, a bar room brawl had commenced. Many of those near the two men began to run outside or hide behind the bar or even table, however the stranger didn’t react.
Gaius launched his fist towards Appius’s face again, but he missed. Appius was short but quick. Gaius looked in time to see himself trip and tumble onto the ground, Appius then grabbed a chair and continually smashed it on Gaius’s head, until he grabbed onto it and pulled himself up. He grabbed Appius by the throat and threw him, right on top of the stranger’s table and ale.
“That was my ale,” the stranger exclaimed politely. “I suggest you pay for my next drink.”
Gaius snarled at the stranger and walked up to him. “I believe that this person now belongs to me, and he nor myself will pay for your drink," he said rudely.
The stranger looked at Gaius for a brief second, before kneeing him in the groin, the tall man collapsed before being kicked in the head, sending him into a table and breaking it. Appius started to crawl away until the stranger grabbed him by the tunic and stared at him. His face was full of anger and hatred.
“Who…who are you?” asked a frightened Appius.
The stranger smiled at the frightened man, his face became close to Appius’s face that Appius could feel the stranger’s breath on his own face.
“My name is Lucius Maxetinus," he answered before hitting him three times on the stomach and throwing him on the ground. Lucius walked outside and onto the street, seemingly uncaring to what just happened.
We all die in the end, it only matters when and how - Me
Roma Invicta!
[This message has been edited by Lucius Julius (edited 11-20-2014 @ 03:16 PM).]