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A fire can be seen in the distance along with a series of makeshift tents and bedrolls. It is a Roman camp, many of which are celebrating their latest victory, all except for one. One man sits in his tent looking over maps, frustrated he throws his table over. A glass of wine lays spilt on the ground. The man sits in a chair, with his hands on his face. He is old and withered from many wars with the Celts. He ponders how much longer they will continue the crusade. He exits the tent, peers around the camp, and enters the circle of the celebration. He grabs a tankard and hops onto nearby stump and yells,
"Fellow Romans!!!" The camp grows silent. "I commend to you a victory this day, but do not be drunkards, for tomorrow is a new day as we continue our crusade over the Celts." There entire camp begins to clap and cheer. The lone man holds his hand up to silence them. "A toast to our victory and many that shall come." He raises his tankard and every soldier in the camp says "Here, here!" and drinks up. The man gets down off the stump and the celebrating continues as he walks away.
A lone soldier comes up to the man. "Sir a message from Rome." and hands the man a letter with the seal of Caesar on it. He waves the soldier off and enters his tent.
~ Dearest Artimus,
Word of your regiment has been promising with our conquest of the Celts. I now task you with heading towards Greece to bring me back men for the coliseum.
Caesar ~
He crumples up the paper and tosses it into the fire pit. No, he had other plans for his regiment.
Daybreak,
Artimus awakens to a sword in the ground with a not attached to it. He withdraws the sword and picks up the not to read it.
~Artimus,
Give up the chase of the rebels that lie near, or we share take up arms and fight. Be weary that I could have assassinate all of you while your weak men are in sleep. Leave now, or surrender your life. ~
He crumples the paper. *Fools. They are all fools.* he thinks. If they only saw the real me, the darkness inside, the sick and twisted individual that I am. if they only saw what became of the village nearby. he chuckled at that thought. The skinned villagers with their heads cut off, the heads on stakes and the bodies hung upside down. yes that is what he enjoyed best, and if anyone interfers with his plan to find his beloved daughter, they will see the same fate. He enters his tent and writes a letter back.
~ Foolish rebels, should you try to interfere with my plans, you shall see the same fate as the nearby village I just sacked. I will see to it that my demonic army will do to you as they did in the village, skinned alive, beheaded and hung upside down for all of your blood to spill out into the earth. I have no quarrel with you.
Artimus ~
He rolls up the letter and ties a sting on it and comes out of his tent. "You there archer!!" he called out. The archer quickly ran over and saluted. "Give me your bow and an arrow." The soldier complied. Artimus ties the letter to the arrow and then nocks it to the bow. He aimed the bow at a 45-degree angle and then let go. The arrow shot through the air landing close by the rebel camp.
"Romans, it's time to pack up and move on!!" He called out and handed the bow back to the soldier.
"Fellow Romans!!!" The camp grows silent. "I commend to you a victory this day, but do not be drunkards, for tomorrow is a new day as we continue our crusade over the Celts." There entire camp begins to clap and cheer. The lone man holds his hand up to silence them. "A toast to our victory and many that shall come." He raises his tankard and every soldier in the camp says "Here, here!" and drinks up. The man gets down off the stump and the celebrating continues as he walks away.
A lone soldier comes up to the man. "Sir a message from Rome." and hands the man a letter with the seal of Caesar on it. He waves the soldier off and enters his tent.
~ Dearest Artimus,
Word of your regiment has been promising with our conquest of the Celts. I now task you with heading towards Greece to bring me back men for the coliseum.
Caesar ~
He crumples up the paper and tosses it into the fire pit. No, he had other plans for his regiment.
Daybreak,
Artimus awakens to a sword in the ground with a not attached to it. He withdraws the sword and picks up the not to read it.
~Artimus,
Give up the chase of the rebels that lie near, or we share take up arms and fight. Be weary that I could have assassinate all of you while your weak men are in sleep. Leave now, or surrender your life. ~
He crumples the paper. *Fools. They are all fools.* he thinks. If they only saw the real me, the darkness inside, the sick and twisted individual that I am. if they only saw what became of the village nearby. he chuckled at that thought. The skinned villagers with their heads cut off, the heads on stakes and the bodies hung upside down. yes that is what he enjoyed best, and if anyone interfers with his plan to find his beloved daughter, they will see the same fate. He enters his tent and writes a letter back.
~ Foolish rebels, should you try to interfere with my plans, you shall see the same fate as the nearby village I just sacked. I will see to it that my demonic army will do to you as they did in the village, skinned alive, beheaded and hung upside down for all of your blood to spill out into the earth. I have no quarrel with you.
Artimus ~
He rolls up the letter and ties a sting on it and comes out of his tent. "You there archer!!" he called out. The archer quickly ran over and saluted. "Give me your bow and an arrow." The soldier complied. Artimus ties the letter to the arrow and then nocks it to the bow. He aimed the bow at a 45-degree angle and then let go. The arrow shot through the air landing close by the rebel camp.
"Romans, it's time to pack up and move on!!" He called out and handed the bow back to the soldier.
46-50, F
