by Aldus Marius on Fri Jan 24, 2003 11:57 pm
Sokare,
Is good. Do with your Marius what you will...but a distinctive cognomen or a nickname might help the reader. Thanks for the clarification!
In case anyone was wondering, the steaming Roman smiley at the end of my warning was not about to go to Sokarus' house and make life short, sharp, and painful for him. Na, when somebody breaks an RP rule around me, they usually are met with something like this:
[The below recounts the sad fate of an obnoxious character in Might_of_Rome named Zantius, whose player kept sticking him in situations where he didn't belong...like tenderly-written love-scenes, which he routinely spoiled by turning them into household arrests. Petronius is my character in that game, being played on Yahoo; he's a former chariot-racer turned Legionary who just can't seem to stay out of trouble, and his commander has leant him his horse for the night...] >({|;-)
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[I wrote:] ...Of course, if you're *going* to impose Zantius on everyone, appropriately or not, don't be too surprised if you are greeted with something like this:
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[Petronius]
It was Petro's turn to exercise the Commander's stallion Maximus, and he could think of no better way to simulate battlefield chaos than by charging the animal down the highways and byways of the crowded City at breakneck speed. One particularly hairpin turn brought him, though he knew it not, to the House of Perpetua, where there seemed to be a little excitement already...
Petro could see inside the house just well enough to observe the table get smashed, the servants scattering...and one of them nancy-boy Praetorians swaggering around like a bigshot. His eyes went red at the same time as the horse's; he drew his spatha [cavalry longsword], charged Maximus into the atrium of the house (what the hey, he wasn't making the damage any worse!), and, yelling obscenities he'd picked up on the Rhine frontier, let the stallion have his head...
...Afterwards, in the Praetor Urbanus' office, he had to explain in triplicate why a Legionary smelling of latrine-water, astride a black hellhorse who seemed to breathe fire, had managed to reduce a whole squad of Praetorians to just so many grease-spots on Vibia Perpetua's mosaic tile floor. The head of the big ugly one was still dangling from Maximus' harness; the horse had single-hoofedly 'extracted' Petro from jail, had been protecting him ever since, and now no one could get near enough to either of them to remove the Praetorian's head.
"So," said the Praetor wearily (this wasn't in his jurisdiction; Petro would have to be remanded to his unit for trial and punishment under military law...): "You mind telling me what all that was about, young soldier...?"
"He insulted my tentmate's gal," Petronius replied; and, in a rare (for him) exercise of discretion, said not another word until he was back in camp scrubbing latrines again.
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Aldus Marius Peregrinus.