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At The Edge of An Empire: OOC Thread

Hmmm... What level of tech did you have in mind? I'm getting a fairly steampunkish feel myself (admittedly from the machinists) but see mostly a medieval/fantasy esque setting, so I have no idea where to place it xD

Just askin' cos I have this... idea in mind and it's suddenly relevant xD

Legions: Rise of Rome

A legate to his men

"Carthage."

the one word echoed through the legion. Spoken by Ennius Livantius, the word carried a certain...weight. The men stiffened, appearing at-attention as their commander spoke.

"Our brothers in the Ferrata and Almera will stand against Hasdrabul, and we shall make use of their efforts. Lilybaeum is defended by naught but a small force, and is ripe for our taking. Rome has let us loose." He said, splaying his hands outward as a gesture towards the soldiers-- who all shoutted back in approval.

"We sail for lilybaeum immediately. I pray that Neptune gives us favorable weather, and I pray he help us swiftly on our way."

An Equestrian issue

Spurius Mucius Tiro was not made for the sea. His vision blurred as his stomach retched and recoiled, the contents of his stomach emptying into the ocean alongside the quinquereme. He drew in a sharp breath and staggered back from the rail of the warship, a heavy hand clasping him on the back.

"Neptune is going to strike at you one day, lad." Came the heavy voice of a sea-worn Centurion, Hirtius Pius. Mucius gulped, swallowing the bile in his throat, and straightened out, reflexively pounding a fist into his chest in salute.

"I pray Neptune continues to favor us." he said with a heat in his voice- born both of sea sickness and a fiery pride to not seem weak. "Should the seas turn to storm, I will take full responsibility." Hirtius pat the young man on his back a few more times, reassuringly.

"That won't be necessary." he said, before turning from Mucius and walking to the head of the ship. Mucius continued to swallow the foul taste in his mouth, not wanting to anger Neptune by depositing any more of his stomach into the sea. The centurion turned and shouted out, addressing the full Quinquereme;

"We draw near to Lilybaeum, men!" He called out with a sort of gusto that was bred of excitement. "The legate says we fight mercenaries, ha! Scum who sell their lives for coin! Let us hope they find their transaction satisfactory, eh?" He asked, his laughter ringing out- and a few of the men around joining in, the Centurion's attempts at raising the sea-struck men's morale succeeding in a sense. Mucius felt somewhat better, himself, as he listened to Hirtius; focusing on something besides the rocking of the ship was good for him.

"I say we show them what true warriors look like."

A legate

Lilybaeum stands before Ennius; his target within sight. The quinqeureme rocks beneath him, and his men are already beginning to land on the coast, out of range of the fortifications. The man surveyed the city calmly. He was a soldier. He had his orders, he would carry them out.

"We outnumber them. Stretch their defenses thin and assault them until they shatter. Mercenaries have no loyalty but to their lives." He said to his Primus Pilus, who stood next to him. Aurelius Aegidius was older than the legate, and much more battle-hardened. It's why the legate trusted him as an advisor, and even considered the man a friend.

"Aye." was the primus pilus' simple reply. "How many fronts do you plan on launching?"

"Three. I will lead the Hastati and Velites, you will take the Triarii, principe, and half the Sagitarii, and Hirtius claims he can make do with his Equestrians and the remaining Sagitarii. I have faith in our men, Aurelius, they are good soldiers, and men of Rome. These mercenaries may well surrender once we begin the assault. I want prisoners, not corpses. They may know more of Hasdrabul."

"I will see you in the city then, Ennius." Aurelius said, clasping the man's forearm in his hand, before making way to prepare himself for battle. Ennius closed his eyes and offered up a prayer to Mars...

Grant us Strength, and keep our brothers safe.

the assault of Lilybaeum

"Tetsudo!" came Aurelius command, and the triarii around him all slid into the siege position seamlessly. Aurelius gripped a ladder, along with a dozen other soldiers. The Tetsudo advanced, flanked by five other formations on each side. Each bore a ladder, and advanced towards the walls at a steady pace. As they drew near, arrows and slings rained down on the interlocked shields to no avail.

"Loose!"

the simple command warranted six hundred arrows soaring over the walls and searching for new quivers; mercenary bodies. Aurelius couldn't place their origin from this distance, but once he closed in...

Cries of pain and death reached his ears. The Sagitarii were able marksman, and Aurelius was glad for their presence. The Tetsudo pushed forward, and as they neared the walls Aurelius helped force the ladder up, quickly, as they formed a gap in the formation-- slings and arrows raining in-- and pushed the ladder up against the wall, holding it in place.

"Wait..." Aurelius commanded. "Tighten formation!" and they pushed together-- just as an unbearably heavy load cascaded down atop them. The groans of men straining well beyond their limits as they worked in cohesion, sand and dirt filtering down between the cracks in their shields. The defenders had pushed heavy stones over the sides of the walls, their lethal loads bearing down upon the cohorts with deadly intent.

Cries came from outside Aurelius' Tetsudo, and he felt the pang of dread that came with casualties. Each man lost under his control was like a knife to the back. He strained against the load he bore on his shield, above his head...

"Push!" and in cohesion the unit all shoved outward with their shields at once, pushing the debris away and dislodging their burden. Aurelius took the chance to look to either side at the cohorts at his flanks-- most seemed to still be standing, and were even beginning to assault. His blood boiled at the sight of broken bodies at the base of the wall. "For Rome!" he cried out, placing a boot on the ladder as more arrows whistled over his head to clear the assault's assent...

Conclusion

The Aquila stood proudly on the walls of Lilybaeum. Ennius, bruised and bloodied from the combat, took stock of the situation as his wounds were tended to.

"The mercenaries were fierce, their resolve strong." He said, grunting as his arm was bound tightly. He'd suffered a deep gash there, and it would scar up terribly in a few weeks, and even then the ache would be present for years. "Only a few

"We roughly have a century of prisoners, Legate." Hirtius, who was flush and giddy from the battle, supplied.

"A fragment of their total number. The Carthaginians paid them well, and they fought tooth and nail for their lives. What are our casualties, Aurelius?"

"We have sustained minimal losses; We lost one and a half cohorts in total. Hastati and Principe mostly, with minimal losses amongst the Equestrian and Triarii forces." the primus Pilus supplied grimly. "But in the end we have won the day."

"I can only hope the Almera and Feratta fared well..." Ennius said as he trailed into silence...

Letter to the Consul

Consul Tiberius Sempronius Longus

Hail Rome!

Lilybaeum has fallen into Roman control! The mercenaries proved to be able men, but were no match for the might of Rome. Celeris Acuta suffered minimal casualties in the assault, and have fought admirably. I am proud to call myself their Legate. I pray for the success and well-being of my brethren near Syracuse, and wish to serve Rome as best I am able.

Soldier of Rome
Servius Ennius Livanius

Your Mad Wonderland (Remake)

Those nicknames are glorious! XD bunbun, birdu, kitkat? Fabulous!

Your Mad Wonderland (Remake)

Kenshin's cold, silver, eyes studied the mad-man with an unfocused gaze. He wasn't...really...awake so much as aware. The cloth in his mouth made him sick to the stomach, and the bindings around his ankles and wrists left him feeling weaker than usual. He wasn't even thinking about escaping; he was thinking of death.

What if I die here tonight? he thought to himself, his head falling back against the wall he was seated against and making a 'thud' sound, his body going limp. Hm. Death. Now that's an interesting thought, almost like... Even his thoughts avoided the situation at hand, but this time even his detatched thoughts held a certain urgency, as if his mind couldn't comprehend his situation as quickly as his eyes could.

There was this man. This broken, dirty, clearly insane man. He was speaking. Kenshin wished he could hear what he said, but all he could hear was broken noise. He closed his eyes then, focusing on breathing. In. Out. In. Out.

...Note to self, never trust cherv- his thoughts were interrupted by the wailing scream of the man. Kenshin's gaze shot up, locking onto the now-frothing man's. He bit down subconsciously into the dirty rag in his mouth, before the sides of his mouth tried to twitch up in the ever-present strange smile he always bore...not that the gag really allowed for much facial expression. He could feel the smile though, and that was enough.

Frothing like a rabid animal. He thought calmly. Well, this fellow seems to most certainly be of interest...Chervotsky might want to meet him... He concluded, as always avoiding the topic at hand. He didn't even think to struggle, just stare at the man inching towards him with an unfocused gaze.

Your Mad Wonderland (Remake)

Phoenix explodes into the OOC flailing about before flopping to the ground---

I finished early, decided to rush a bit because I felt like I dragged it on long enough xD

Legions: Rise of Rome

Legio XI

Legion Name
Legio XI 'Celeris Acuta'

Legion Banner
A red banner with purple inscription bearing the name 'Celeris Acuta'. A depiction of the great wolf Lupa is present, her body warped into the state of stalking prey.

Legion Composition

Hastati - 1400
Velites - 100
Sagittarii (foot)- 1400
Equestrian Cavalry - 400
Principe - 900
Triarii - 600

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Sub Legion 1 - Legio XXII Dura Phoenicea

The banner of the Dura Phoenicea bears the iconic symbol of the phoenix, blazing in a fire.

Architecti - 200
Velites - 600
Hastati - 1500
Principe - 1000
Triarii - 800
Equestrian Cavalry - 600

Total - 9500

Soldiers of Merit
Titus Aurelius Aegidius - Primus Pilus - Standing in as Legate
Quintus Iuventius Pius - Optio of 1st Cohort - Standing in as Primus Pilus
Aulus Pompeius Agrippa - Medical Practitoner
Vibius Norbanus Nerva - Aquilifer
Hirtius Pius - Equestrian Centurion - Deceased
Spurius Mucius Tiro - Equestrian - Promoted to Centurion

Total - to be determined

Legatus

Legatus Name
Servius Ennius Livianus - Currently out of action, comatose from wounds

Legatus Age
46

Servius Ennius Livianus is certainly not a man of wealth. His origins lie, instead, in the fields. His youth was that of a farmer-child, where the harvest was the center of his life and the elder of his family's word was law. His childhood was that of labor and trial, and it drilled into him the discipline bred from a militaristic family.

His father, and his father before him, had all served in the legions and earned their military diplomas before retiring to their simple farmstead. And so it was only natural that the lad enlisted, rather voluntarily, himself;

His time as a Hastati was spent with the same grueling labours he bore on his farmstead; he was tasked with menial labors, physically draining tasks, as well as emotionally draining ones. He was amongst the many recruits who spent most of their days digging latrines and repairing broken pieces of equipment, before getting a paltry night's sleep and repeating the previous day's labours after another march. He grew up fast-- gone was the simple farm-boy who had joined the legions out of tradition, and suddenly a proud man of Rome had grown into being.

The tasks, while draining, served to discipline him. Any youthful rebellion he might have born was broken and beaten away, replaced by the discipline and loyalty befitting a soldier of Rome. He may not have had the education or status that those around him bore, but he was strong and capable- a good soldier.

It is no surprise that Servius escalated in the ranks quickly; He was dutiful, loyal, and came from a respected- if minor- military background. While he had never been in any great conflicts or noteworthy battles at this point in his career, he still had been a part of many a fray or skirmish. As Centurion of a Sagitarii Cohort he was often a primary asset in such skirmishes, and proved himself a capable warrior as well as Centurion. He was no exceptional leader, but he was practical and capable, and began to study the art of war in full at this point in his life in order to improve his standing amongst his peers.

His studies were varied, studying outside cultures more than Roman itself. It was difficult to find the time to study, of course, as his duties were the primary focus...but what little free time the man did have was spent with such matters. Within a few years he was promoted to Primus Pilus, and eventually into Praefectus Castrorum.

As praefectus, he spent most of his time organizing and drilling the legion. Being the third in command he had considerable weight upon his shoulders, but managed to stand tall despite them. Those below him respected him and many had fought alongside him at one point or another.

It was only a matter of time until the man was named Legate, at the head of the Celeris Acuta.

Edit: I am enjoying reading everyone's posts so far! I think I'll get into this really well xD

At the Edge of an Empire- Dark Fantasy Faction RP

You and I had a similar Idea then, ser Sleepy! XD

I'll throw my lot in when this gets off the ground

Your Mad Wonderland (Remake)

I'll finish up my character by tomorrow, promise- and I'll surely post if nobody else has by then xD

Legions: Rise of Rome

I'll have a legion and legatus up fairly soon, just detailing out some final details and ironing out a basic background xD

Legions: Rise of Rome

I'll get on a profile fairly soon then! I'll aim for something fairly untraditional, however xD