slave court and bidding

streets and merchants

Villa

slave quaters (need to find)

Mater Bedroom

Masterbath

Study

Balcony

AlunaMoon said
slave court and biddingstreets and merchantsVilla (need to find)slave quaters (need to find)Mater BedroomMasterbathStudyBalcony

Want to try and find an ancestor room, but I can't get a good picture for it. I'll look harder later.

Nobodyman123 said
Want to try and find an ancestor room, but I can't get a good picture for it. I'll look harder later.

ya i wanted you to be able to look up some so give me links and ill add

Rome, The Eternal City

Quintus Lutatius Catalus, tribune of the III Legion, veteran of the Gallic Wars, had never been so happy to see home. He spent his entire childhood inside the walls of Rome, but after nearly 3 years away, it seemed like he was seeing it for the first time. His commander had granted him a reprieve to return home to take care of his father. The old man had started to take a turn for the worse these last few weeks, and as his only child, Quintus had to make sure his father's affairs were in order in case... something happened. The thought darkened Quintus mind. His father was the strongest man he knew, and was a hero to much of the Roman Republic. The idea of him as an old man in the last days of his life seemed impossible.

Quintus nodded to himself as he walked down the streets, near the markets. He felt a little awkward in his senatorial tunic. Armor was heavier, but he didn't feel comfortable without it. The only protection he had was one of his father's slaves, Brennus, who was old even when Quintus was a boy. Despite Brennus' age, he was strong and one of his family's most trusted slaves. A big man like him was more than enough of a deterrent for anyone looking to start trouble.

As they approached the slave trader district, Brennus spoke up. The man rarely spoke, so everyone, including his master, were inclined to listen. "It'll be alright, master. He was a good man in life. I am sure he will be treated well in the afterlife." he said. If there was one thing that made Quintus' skin crawl, it was being called "master", but the young Roman took it in his stride. "You speak as if he is already dead, old bull." Quintus used his affectionate nickname for Brennus. "But I think you are right. I just wish I had more time."

"He is proud of you, as am I. It does me good to see the little babe whose ass I used to wipe turn out to be a decent fellow. Almost make's it worth it." Brennus deadpaned, and Quintus laughed. Even Quintus' father tolerated the slave's insubordinate behavior, as Brennus always meant well. Quintus was suprised to hear his old friend talk again. "She's a pretty one." he pointed at the nearest slave cage. Quintus turned to look and saw a girl there. She looked about his age, maybe younger, with lush brown hair and eyes that almost looked like gold. She would have looked beautiful, if she didn't look so sad. Quintus motioned for his slave to follow him, and they both went to the cages.

Kala looked at the chains around her ankles she had spent several days on this forsaken boat. Boat she said again in her head thats what the Romans called it, the swine for days now since she was captured they have been teaching her there words all of the people on this ship. She knew how to speak it slightly after a while but every time she mispronounced something they would burn her small dots on her feet and just under her hair so they could not be seen. When however they took the other girls to bed they left a few of us untouched i suppose because we where not tainted by men and might be worth more that way i often hear the men speak of selling us off.

when we finally got off the shipped i saw my first ray of sunshine in forever it seemed. She smelled the sent of unwashed flesh and rotting fruit in the air. Looking around while being pushed was hard enough but before being hauled off to what looked like a stable she saw a large platform where people in chains were being lead up and sold from what she could hear the man yelling.

once in the stables the others that where on the ship with her where lined up and washed down with cold water from the sea. At points she could feel the water get into her burns and the salt didn't help at all. Once washed she was lead with the others untouched by men over to the stage. she herd one of the men takeing her mention she would be a good time in the brothle and one wispered to her that he would see her once she was de flowered.

She started to fight back kicking and screaming "Get off of me " she repeated starting to talk in her native tongue "bumaba ng akin bumaba ng akin " she then was forced to the ground onto her knees by the slave trader and was flung onto the stage by her hair. " Hindi ko isasagawa tanga ng am i isang prinsesa ay i pumatay sa iyo ng aking sariling mga kamay walang kalaman-laman" (I will not be made a fool of i am a princess i will kill you with my own bare hands ) not knowing what she said they all laughed. A big man walked up on the stage holding her chains tightly so to let the buyers get a better look.

She was pretty thought Quintus. The young Roman also noted that she seemed very, very angry. Quintus' wasn't sure what language she was speaking, but he got the basic gist of it. The slave trader who had her on stage was hawking his wares. "Here's a good one! Very strong and healthy! Can do many things!" the man had an accent that Quintus couldn't place, but he marched up to the stage and tried to get the sellers attention, Brennus in tow. "How much?" asked Quintus. The slave trader replied "3000 denarii! It's a good price for one so pretty."

"Huh..." was what Quintus responded with, but what he thought was Jupiter's balls! That's insane! He looked to Brennus and the old man was shaking his head. "It's not like your father can't pay, but is this really a good idea? She seems kind of wild." Brennus warned Quintus, but Quintus felt like he didn't have a choice. Something compelled him to purchase her, if only to get her out of that cage.

"3000? Deal." he said. Well theres no going back now. Father's sick, but he's still probably strong enough to strangle me to death...

Kala herd the man bid on her. she had learned much of roman money and such hearing men gamble on the ship so she knew the amount was quite large. she looked up to the man holding her by her hair and with slow movement of her foot she kicked up and even her chains was very flexible the man fell to his knees and before guards could rush her she jumped off the stage and in front of the man who had purchased her.She looked into his eyes her brown one glowed in the light. She spoke only a few words before she was grabbed by the man she kicked by one hand in the air. "ay i tumakbo ngunit i ay magpakailanman maging sa iyong utang ( i will run but i will forever be in your debt) "

The man started to take her away then looked back at Quintus "Forget the 3000 denarii when i get threw with her she wont be worth 1 " The slave Master hit the man over the head "Are you gonna pay the 3000 denarii no i think not". he looked towards Quintus and bowed "she will be well taken care of and in the condition as you see her now maybe even better she will be delivered tonight before the moon is at its peak i assure you"

Quintus watched as the strange man grabbed a hold of the young slave girl. Quintus felt himself instinctual reaching for his sword, but then chided himself for not having one. Still, he wanted to help her try and get out, though he wasn't sure why. Before he could do anything rash (and get in even more trouble with his father), the slave master got the situation back under control. He promised that she would be taken care of and be delivered that night. "Good." Quintus said, trying to sound more authoritative than he felt. "We will have your money ready when you arrive. I suggest bringing an escort. That's a lot of money to be carrying around at night." They both shook on it and the slave girl was lead away. With that, the young Roman and the elder slave left the markets to return to the villa.

Kala was taken to a room filled with steam a large bath in the center two females undressed her and cooed her to the bath. she looked around no one else was there so she got in she bathed for the first time since being on the ship. She soaked herslefalmost feeling completly relaxed. "ahh i see your settling in quite well" Kala grabbed a towel from the stack to her side nd covered herself still in the water. That voice made her shiver she knew that voice but she could not see his face, but in her mind however if was clear as day. "mo taksil" (you tratior ) The man laughed "Oh Kala kala kala you don't think i had anything to do with this. to be honest i had completely inteded you be sold to a brothle and used until you where and old woman but being a house slave to the race that destroyed your fathers tribe works as well"
"He trusted you" Kala Screamed
"again my dear kala i don't know what you mean" He walked away his feet pattering on the stone floor.
Kala started to get up but the female returned to get her ready to be taken to the villa.She was adorn in a silky see threw gown one that would be adorn upon a bride to loose her virginity. her hair was curled and done up so she would look more roman and perfumes where sprayed upon her body. "ahh yes yes" said the slave master as he walked in "Quintus will be please with you in this condition. i don't treat all this way young lady count yourself lucky" Lucky she thought ... as she was lead to a cart. while sitting in there her thoughts wandered ..sure.. but she had seen how the others where prepared and he was right why was she being treated like this who was this man they called Quintus.. the horses stopped abruptly. She had arrived.

Gaius Lutatius Catullus, Roman senator and hero, ignobly coughed blood into his hands as his son entered his bedroom. "Salve, pater." Quintus said, bowing. The elder Catullus, though bedridden and on the verge of death, smiled. "Salve, mi fili. I'd embrace you, but I can't move my legs." Quintus almost laughed. His father had always been a stern, almost heartless man. But now that he was on death's door, it seems he was making up for lost time. And jokes, too, it seemed.

"So what do the doctors say?" asked Quintus, pulling up into a chair next to his father. "Oh, they were very grim. They said it could be any time now." Before Quintus could respond, Gaius said something that made Quintus' blood go cold. "Tell me about the slave girl."

Even in his state, Quintus was afraid of his father. Still, he tried to compose himself and he told him everything that had happened in the slave market. Just when Quintus thought his father was going to yell at him, Gaius simply nodded. "Well, it won't be my money for much longer, so I can't blame you for spending it early. Maybe I'll get to meet her before I'm gone." Quintus decided not to push the issue, and they had a quiet and uneventful conversation after that.

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Quintus had to leave the room when his father had another coughing fit, and Quintus, twenty four years old, tribune and veteran of the III legion, felt like crying. His father had always been strong, and when Quintus was younger, he thought his father was invincible. Seeing the proud man reduced to such a state crushed Quintus on the inside.

He heard footsteps down the hall, and Quintus quickly pulled himself together. It was Brennus, and behind him was... her? Quintus almost didn't recognize her. She looks so... sanitized thought the young roman. Brennus was clearly giving the young lady a tour of the villa.

"This place is very lovely um... Brennus " she looked around what a lovely prison she thought to herself surely she would be staying somewhere much less pleasant. "what shall i be doing around here" she asked but not before pausing to see the man whom bought her. He stood tall with a look of surprise on his face but his eyes red as if ready to shed tears.She touched her neck line a gulped softly her heart raced who was this man. Her dress flowed around her but she had forgotten how see threw it was. As they approached the man she tried to co ver herself a bit more pulling the dress up to cover her breast but instead tripped a fell.

Quintus tried to catch her before she fell, but instead of getting a hold of her, he just fell down with her. Brennus covered his face with his hands, either embarrassed or trying not to laugh.

"Um... hi" the young Roman said while trying to think of something cool and attractive to say. Quintus had never had much luck with girls, and by the way this first meeting was going, his run of bad luck wasn't going anywhere.

"hello" she said softly before rising to her knees and extending him a hand "im sorry i made you fall and for how i acted in the market today" the bottoms of her feet could be seen clearly the burn marks covered much of them when kala relived this she quickly stood up.

she looked down trying not to make eye contact she was curious about this man. The slave trader was right in ways she was lucky she had herd of some owners beating girls to a pulp if they did or said anything worng the fact that he tried to help her instead beat her was a shock in a way to her. He was roman thoug\h and that was enough to steer her thoughts back to how to get the hell out of here.

After accepting the slave girls hand and lifting himself up, Quintus decided that he put a concerted effort to not looking like a fool. "Brennus, I can take the tour from here. Go get some sleep." Brennus, not quite fully composed, bowed his head. "Are you sure, milord?" Quintus waved him off. "Anything to take my mind of off... you know." The young Roman motioned to his father's bedroom door. Brennus nodded and left the hallway. With him gone, Quintus turned to the young slave girl.

"Allow me to introduce myself properly. I at least owe you that much for embarrassing you like that." Snapping to attention, the young Roman gave a military salute. "Quintus of the Lutaii, called Catullus. Although Quintus is fine. I never got your name, by the way."

"Kala" she smiled softly and rose up her skin was like honey and her hair as golden and the sun she looked at him "why are you saluting like that if you don't mind me asking" she looked at him waiting for his response.

"Ack, sorry." Quintus said. "Force of habit. I've been a soldier for nearly five years, but my commanding officer has given me a reprieve to... take care of home." Quintus skirted around the issue, again. No one else needed to know about Quintus' father right now, and Kala has had enough of a bad day.

Eager to change the subject, Quintus spoke again. "I noticed your feet are burned. I'm so sorry." Quintus felt genuinely awful for the poor girl. "Are you hungry? Or maybe you want to put on some normal clothes? Not that the dress doesn't look good on you, it just looks a little cold." The Roman tried not to ramble, but his bad luck with girls was coming back.

"im fine i would just like to go to be if that's ok and as for the burns.. well how do you think i learned your words" she looked at him her eyes held nothing in that moment just blankness her words even held nothing to them. she looked back at him and looked down. "im sorry for my words im just tired .. what shall my chores be in the morning" She looked around everything was so neat so clean not a spec of dust she could see. He must be a great man to have so many do all this and keep it this way.

Quintus had noticed the burn marks on her feet, but he felt to awkward to comment on it. He turned to the young slave girl. "Sure, Brennus can show you to your quarters. And don't worry about the chores for now. This place is going to be busy soon. My father's relatives and associates I'm sure will want to pay their respects." He looked to Kala and decided she needed to know what was going on.

"My father is dying. The doctors say he doesn't have a lot of time left. He was-" Quintus stopped, chastising himself. Father wasn't dead yet. "IS a very popular politician. The senate has agreed to throw him a state funeral, but a lot of people are going to come here to pay their respects."

She looked at him and bowed then looked back up "i will do what i can to make everything is as you wish" she then walked away with Brennus who came around the corner when his name was mentioned. She looked at the man one more time before following Brennus to her sleeping quarters. How odd was this roman he was a soldier yet there was something about him that made her feel ok with that.. but Catullus that name she thought she had herd it before.. maybe she had herd it on the ship.

Brennus opened the door to a small but furnished room with a small chest to store her clothing and a bed with nice silk and blankets. She went to turn and ask if it was truely her room but he was already gone.."Brennus are you sure this is my.. oh guess im alone for now" she sat on the bed and ran her hand across the sheets. "staying here one night wont hurt.. just till the morning then im gone" she told herself before laying down and falling asleep

Kala left the room with Brennus, and Quintus felt himself becoming tired. He wanted nothing better than to go to sleep, wake up, and have everything be okay. But Quintus knew it wasn't to be. He left the hallway and went outside, heading towards a small building at the end of a path. Quintus entered the building and was met by the faces of his ancestors. The walls of the single room building was covered with shelves, and the shelves showed the funeral masks of the men of Clan Lutaii. Quintus noticed with dread that there was one spot that awaited a mask, under then open space was a name. G. Lutatius Catullus. Quintus went to the brazier in the center of the room and dropped to his knees and prayed to the gods. He remained there till early morning, when he finally returned to the house and tried to get a few hours of sleep.