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don't abandon the thread :( I was having lots of fun in this isrp |
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(lapse in time)
You awake to the sounds of clanging metal and the din of combat.. |
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get dressed and immedeatly go outside |
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You do so, half a dozen Libyan Spearmen are wandering into the houses and screaming ensures. Scores of deceased hastati lay on the floor. |
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Overtaken by rage, charge at the closest libyan and cut him to pieces. |
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The Libyan falls, anarchy reigns all around you as a few Hastati attempt to retaliate, half dressed and poorly equipped. |
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(:D yay ultra)
"COME ON! WHO IS NEXT?! WHO'S THE NEXT ONE TO SEE BAAL?!" |
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A dozen Libyans rally and face you, slowly surrounding you.
"THE CARTHAGINIANS INVADE? KILL THEM!" A cheer is rang out, and a spear appears in the furthest away Libyan's throat. He falls down dead. A triple disc soldier appears, probably an Italian, and then another, and another. The Libyans break quickly. |
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Cheer loudly. Find my junior centurion. |
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He is amongst the few Hastati whom rallied -- now bolstered by the tens of Italian Swordsmen and Spearmen -- they stand ready and Lexus has obtained yet another bloody wound across his arm and two on his leg. He is the best equipped out of the Hastati, yet he looks shaken and extremely tired from the sudden attack.
He staggers up to you, fails to give a salute and then speaks:
"The sentries, both ours and the town's got their throats cut. We didn't see it coming. I'm sorry sir, I failed you and the men..." His voice trails off. |
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"You did what you could. Die in peace, Mars awaits to congratulate you." |
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Lexus nods, his skin visibly pale now, and sits down beside a building to wait.
A swordsmen bearing an attic helmet waltzes up, you can tell almost immediately who these soldiers are. Samnites, the old enemy in service to Roman-allied towns and villages as guards.
"So, what do we do now, Tribune?" The comment is said with less malice than usual, but it still bears the usual hatred in it's tone. |
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"More of these African scum will show up. We need to evacuate everyone, to the nearest city. Capua, Rome, wherever we can get first." |
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The Samnite shrugs.
"Rome. Capua and several other of your citystates have rebelled. I fear my governor has too.. which means I would have to kill you. I would certainly enjoy that... but I prefer my own blood to these Africans.. so.. say, you pay me and my men a few silver talents and I'll serve you till I drop?" He grins, "After all, If I had wanted to kill you; I could have." |
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"Deal."
Shake his hand, then stab his belly while doing it.
"Samnite dogs! Never to be trusted!" |
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The mans grin falls as he falls. Before you know it, most of your men are dead. I mean, just look at all the italian soldiers around you.. Maybe you should have thought this out better?
"Screw it, sell the rest on the slave market!" |
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"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!"
give me details if they attack me, with what weapon, in what style etc |
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Most of the attackers are holding medium sized shields and wearing triple-disc chest armor with helmets. They have long, Gaulish swords and are using aggressive strikes.
Most are just wooping and cursing at you, the remnants of your Hastati futilely try and repel their attackers. |
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Slowly approach the nearest Samnite, watch out for anyone sneaking up on me.
"I fought more battles than you all have years! I can cut through you like cutting a pie!" |
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A dull 'cling' hits your left shoulderplate, a searing pain notifies that your cuirass of chain has been penetrated by the strike. Blood flows. |
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Run up to the closest one and attack him |
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