Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Exterior]
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				Title: <strong>Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Exterior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 11:59:50</strong>
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				<hr><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Links</strong><br>Interest Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285950.msg14070981#msg14070981)<br>Accepted Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14076819#msg14076819)<br>OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286061.0)<br>Exterior (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286119.0)<br>Interior (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286118.0)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Exterior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 12:04:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">The Bacchanalia</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/89/22/e1/8922e166d61b3b57896795fe14e3e9c0.jpg)<br><div align="center">Publius Fhloston, Your Host</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div align="center">(https://mir-s3-cdn-cf.behance.net/project_modules/disp/30e3c117925532.5603d3cc609ce.jpg) (https://mir-s3-cdn-cf.behance.net/project_modules/disp/ccc88317893952.5603d0fe38b57.jpg) (https://mir-s3-cdn-cf.behance.net/project_modules/disp/b938b617895526.5603d4555ca6c.jpg)</div><br>The Bacchanalia will take place in Senator Publius Fhloston’s domus, located within the heart of Rome. His wealth is on full display for these nights of debauchery with spreads of fruit, exotic animals and slaves (of both gender), and intricate decorations upon the marble columns. Paintings of those influenced by Bacchus adorn the walls. Their silent screams of pleasure echoing through the open space and upward to the heavens. <br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Exterior of the Domus</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">More Information About Exterior</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">This information has been taken from here (http://www.crystalinks.com/romebuildings.html).</span></em></div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The back part of the house was centred around the peristyle much as the front centered on the atrium. The <strong>peristylium was a small garden</strong> often surrounded by a columned passage, the model of the medieval cloister. Surrounding the peristyle were the bathrooms, kitchen and summer triclinium. The kitchen was usually a very small room with a small masonry counter wood-burning stove. The wealthy had a slave who worked as a cook and spent nearly all his or her time in the kitchen. During a hot summer day the family ate their meals in the summer triclinium to stave off the heat. Most of the light came from the compluvium and the open peristylium.<br><br>There were no clearly defined separate spaces for slaves or for women. Slaves were ubiquitous in a Roman household and slept outside their masters' doors at night; women used the atrium and other spaces to work once the men had left for the forum. There was also no clear distinction between rooms meant solely for private use and public rooms, as any private room could be opened to guests at a moment's notice.</div></div></div></div><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Time:</span></strong> August 10; Party Begins at sundown</span></div><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Tag Header</span></strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pic)</div><strong>Name:</strong> What's your character's name? <br><strong>Status:</strong> Are they a slave, senator, etc.? <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Where are they currently located?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Who is directly interacted with in the post? <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here<hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=10]http://pic[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] What's your character's name? <br>[b]Status:[/b] Are they a slave, senator, etc.? <br>[b]Date | Time:[/b] You'll only really be changing time here. All scenes are on... August 10<br>[b]Location:[/b] Where are they currently located?<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Who is directly interacted with in the post? [b]Mentioned:[/b] Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br>[b]Content Warning:[/b] Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Exterior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>26-04-2018, 22:20:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FtVp11q.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cincia Canisia &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14079798#msg14079798) <br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Freewoman, widow<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 10&nbsp; Sometime around the beginning of things<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Exterior garden<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Long tunic of silk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open.&nbsp; PM me first. <strong>Mentioned:</strong>&nbsp; None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> General fuckery<hr><br>She was never what one could consider a pious woman.&nbsp; Those who truly knew Cincia knew she held no place in her heart for any of the Gods and Goddesses that so many held dear.&nbsp; True, she paid them their dues when convenient for her, when a deep part of her clung to some desperate hope of a higher celestial being.&nbsp; But largely, they were, in her mind, nothing more than the stories told to children.<br><br>But though her views on the deities were such as they are, she would play the role of a devout all and get upon her knees in the name of a good fuck.<br><br>For the life of her, she could not fathom why anyone would choose to be inside on such a glorious night as was above them.&nbsp; From her perch upon a garden bench, she could hear the static of conversation, peppered with the occasional scream of devotion.&nbsp; Why would anyone choose to be sequestered inside?&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps, she thought, her own views had to deal with her own recent feelings.&nbsp; Being a widow to a man she could not, truly, mourn.&nbsp; Of being trapped.&nbsp; Of being walled off and separated, isolated and surrounded at the same time.&nbsp; And for her mourning period, she had been trapped, had been engulfed in what was expected of a widow of a successful man.&nbsp; <br><br>And now that her mourning was over, now that she was free from the last remaining shackle of her listless marriage, she felt as free as the stars above her.&nbsp; What better way to celebrate her freedom than with a good night of debauchery and fuckery?<br><br>All in the name of Bacchanalia, of course.<br><br>A sip of her wine came.&nbsp; Her eyes wandered about the garden, wondering who would be the first to have a conquest of her netheregions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Exterior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 06:12:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/10/5e/30/105e3027620c6de3802c5971acb2d9e1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Damacles<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gladiator<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Noon August 10<br><strong>Location:</strong> Interior regions of the house first, then wanders to the exterior<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather sandals with a subligaria <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cincia <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Marcus O'rogenous<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Brooding and keeping an eye on things<strong></strong><hr><br>As reported by his Domina, the interior of the villa was well staffed with both servants and guards. The Romans in attendance began to break off into little groups for mingling and conversation. The night is early and the celebration is young. Later in the night he has little doubt the men and women of Rome will succumb to the desires of the flesh, turning the now innocent party into an orgy. His concern this moment is the warning of his Domina that said her husband, and his Dominis, may be marked for death. <br><br>He kept an eye on Marcus and walked around the room silently. He studied the guests. Trying to get a sense of them and their sense of his Dominis. Anyone seeing him would see a gladiator mingling among the guests, but they would also notice how well trained he is. He takes no wine unless offered by a Roman above his station. He speaks to no one unless spoken too. Yes Damacles knows his place in the Roman society, and his is not a station of idle conversation or parties. His final investigation leads him out to the garden. His thinking is that an assassin might slip into the house over the wall and make attempt on Marcus from the shadows. <br><br>His body tenses but a moment upon seeing Cincia in the garden, but relaxes when he realizes she is a roman woman of high birth and likely not an assassin. The one thing Damacles could never deny was the beauty of Roman women. He didn't know her name but the raven black hair was a striking contrast to the colors of the plants and flowers in the garden. Her form is beautifully proportioned and she stands with a regal authority that all women of noble birth seem to possess. He turns to walk back into the villa before she sees him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles III [Bacchanalia - Exterior]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>30-04-2018, 13:24:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/35aa/i/2015/187/d/d/knight_ii_by_avine-d906ke7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Judocous Hadrianus <br><strong>Status:</strong> Soldier /Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Sometime After Sunset On August Tenth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Exterior garden<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Paenula<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody/Open&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong>&nbsp; Cincia Canisia <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Art Admiration<hr><br>Judocous was not a man of diplomacy by his own admission. He was a leader of powerful men and a ferocious warrior. The political maneuverings of the senators and their&nbsp; fanciful celebrations were not things he usually concerned himself with. Yet despite his disinterest in these sorts of affairs, he now found himself&nbsp; stood&nbsp; alone in the garden of Senator Fholston.&nbsp; Judocous&nbsp; wearily glanced around the courtyard as a cacophony of hushed debauchery dripped over his ears. The garden was relatively empty except for a&nbsp; &nbsp;woman&nbsp; sitting on a garden bench to his left. For a&nbsp; few moments Juducous thought about approaching the&nbsp; figure before turning his attention back to the ornate&nbsp; &nbsp;tapestries&nbsp; on the walls&nbsp; of the courtyard.&nbsp; They seemed to depict a few nondescript battles which always intrigued the military mind&nbsp; of a man such as&nbsp; himself.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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