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Your attack, although vicious and strong is easily blocked by the Samnite, they begin to surround you.
"Drop your bloody weapons, you're buggered otherwise, sir!" A voice calls, turning your head, you can see one of the few remaining Hastati, who have surrendered. |
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"Curse you all! I will never go down alive! Rome will prevail!"
Attempt to commit suicide with my gladius. |
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A shield bash to the side of your head knocks you off your feet. Then darkness takes you.. |
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Let the darkness take me. |
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You almost accept it, then your head is slammed against a wall, you feel your nose snap and see the blood explode onto the wall.
"Let's go to Capua. Sell this scum to the highest bidder." One chortles, you are dragged from your feet and thrown into a cage. |
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You are sold to a wealthy man in Capua, a Carthaginian Loyalist, and are chosen as his foodtaster. Multiple poison attempts kill a great deal of his testers every year, and now you're about to go into the kitchen and taste a piece of food that could kill you. |
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wow, why would they pick a strong, battle hardened man for a petty foodtaster?
well go into the kitchen. |
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Because you're a Roman. And this guy supports Carthage. Best to kill your enemy by making another Roman poison them.
Today's 'food' is a bowl of soup, fruits and vegetables plus wien and much meat. You must test the wien. |
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pretend to take a sip from the jug, if I'm not surrounded by people |
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A kick to the leg is delivered by your observer, whom frowns at you. |
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are we the only two in the kitchen? If yes, then spill the wien on his face, grab him and beat him to death. If not, then I guess I can only drink it.. |
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Alot of other people are in the kitchen, the wien tastes watered and scented, but nothing inadvertent happens. |
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You are to go to the slaves quarters and remain there until summoned. |
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Fine, let the guard take me there. I'll choke him with my chains as soon as I get a moment. |
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Your attempt is in vain, whipped until your back is bloody, you are forced to walk the streets to purchase goods for the Carthaginian Loyalist. The guards know you are a slave by your apparel and the scar that has been cut into your hand. |
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okay, seems like I'll just do as told until I get an opportunity |
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There are a few Roman sympathizers, and a few dozen open rebellions across the city. |
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uh, well I guess I'll join up with the roman loyalists if I get the chance |
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There are few chances, and most attempts result in broken bones and further days on the ground of your 'room' -- in reality a cellar. |
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I can't take it anymore. Next time the guard comes to take me, I'll fokin rip his eyes out, and won't go down alive |
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Like you so rightly said, using a kitchen implement you found, you jam the fork into his eye and quickly pull his sword from its scabbard and impale him in the gut, holding your hand over his mouth prevents the scream of pain from being heard. |
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make sure he dies slowly and painfully, cutting off his manhood would work. |
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He is already dead. The shock and the impact of the sword to the gut finished this man off. You head down a corridor, two guards are busy in conversation. Perhaps it is best to not get involved in large scale fights.. |
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