On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru & Subtle Trouble)
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				Title: <strong>On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 00:51:09</strong>
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				(http://halloweenmart.com/media/core/RU90712_NERO.jpg)<em><strong>Tiberius Patronus Valerianus</strong></em> - A wine merchant of Pompeii, he was born in the year 40 AD, and was in the region of Pompeii on the day of Great Vesuvius’ eruption on 24 August, 79 AD.<br><br>Tiberius is a well respected member of the Roman citizenry, having the monetary wealth and family connections of his adoption to the Valeria family, he has had an easy go of profiting from the expansive vineyards he owns on the hills surrounding Vesuvius.&nbsp; <br><br>Upon its eruption, however, Tiberius’ income stream is demolished.&nbsp; No more wine will come from his vineyards in his lifetime...no more wine will flow to Rome.<br><br>=================<br><br>He is on his usual run to the port city of Misenum, but has stopped in the town of Herculaneum before making his delivery to the naval port.&nbsp; A dark cloud appears in the East and he turns to see the ash of Mt. Vesuvius spewing into the atmosphere, and realizes what has happened.&nbsp; The tremors and quakes that had been leaving large cracks in the wall of his home were merely a foretaste of the true devastation yet to come.<br>(http://www.sheshen-eceni.co.uk/images/roman%20merchant%20ship1.JPG)<br>He orders the men loading supplies aboard his ship to quickly finish their work, and to board...they would be leaving without a night’s rest.&nbsp; Unbeknownst to him, an additional passenger boarded in the chaos of the city trying to empty itself before the onslaught of lava pouring forth from the mountain’s peak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Tales &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 16:58:10</strong>
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				Two months ago, she never would have thought to be sneaking over the docks, looking for a ship to hide on. Exhaustion pressed on the young woman, dark circles smudging beneath dulled blue eyes. Her shoulders sagged, hands limp at her sides as she wandered the harbour, waiting for the perfect ship. She hadn't slept in two days, and she'd eaten about the same amount as she'd slept. The whistles from the sailors were beginning to sound appealing. They would give her food. Regally arched eyebrows frowned together, and she shook her head. She was Raphaella Mortellus Maior. She was the daughter of a senator, and she was better than selling her body for food. She was clever. She would find it elsewhere.<br><br>The thought didn't stop her stomach from protesting her stubbornness loudly.<br><br>She she set up to wait on a low wall, her bare feet swinging idly under torn servant's robes. She was lucky, in a fashion. Pharnaces, her Father's oldest slave had been ordered to kill her. He'd risked himself to hide her away, onto the streets. He;d given her bread and wine. It was hard to consider herself lucky, now the bread and wide were long gone. Father had died, foaming at the mouth and raving. His second wife had ordered her death. Why take the trouble of marrying off the daughter of another woman when she could be killed in a similar fashion?<br><br>Raphella perked up as she saw it - the perfect ship. It rode low in the water, turning into port. She would be able to find food there, and a safe place to sleep. She couldn't sleep on the streets. There were men, women, who would take anything she had. One man had sheared a lock of her jet hair not three days ago. A long-fingered hand idly brushed down the missing chunk, fingering the bristled ends that curled just under her chin to frame the right side of her face. She had the face of her mother's family. A strong, straight nose, high cheekbones and a finely boned jaw. The jet hair was her Father's. She was short, and thin, though she had often played with the slave children. Mother had died giving birth to her, and Father had not remarried until she was old enough to learn womanly arts. She had been his jewel.<br><br>It took a long time for the ship to empty. She slipped through the confusion, head down, and padded onto the ship. It always baffled her how she could simply walk somewhere if it looked like she had a purpose. She slipped around an outstretched hand, her pose mimicking the way the slaves walked, and she made her way to where she guessed the grand rooms were. If they thought her a whore commissioned for service, they generally didn't ask. A quick turn and she was in the berth. It was mostly empty, now. They'd taken all day to unload the wares.&nbsp; <br><br>Raphaella crawled behind the drummer's podium, and curled up, her back pressed to the hull, and dragged a spare sail to hide herself. Exhaustion took over, and she slipped easily to sleep, her head cushioned on bent arms, black hair spread around her. She looked like a street woman, though she was too dirty to be a whore. They bathed. She tried, in the fountains, but without soap, she could only rinse the dirt from herself. It was worst to think she was clean, while her skin still crawled. <br><br>She slept deeply. The ship would not move until at least two days hence, once it was stocked again and the sailors had been recommissioned, or rounded up. She was safe.<br><br>She didn't even stir as the ship bucked, as the world shifted, and black clouds belched into the sky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 22:28:49</strong>
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				Tiberius could see the lava as it began to pour out from the top and sides of Mt. Vesuvius.&nbsp; He was concerned they would not load in time...the flow was heading their direction.&nbsp; He could already see one of his distant vineyards completely laid waste by the flaming rock.&nbsp; Urging his men he cried, "To the sails!&nbsp; Underway!"<br><br>The sea was already rocking with the tremors of the earth under it.&nbsp; The heavy dark cloud floating toward Pompeii was darkly looming in the sky and looked to be dropping all manner of debris and flaming wreckage.&nbsp; He was not sure what the inhabitants of town were thinking, he only knew his own dark and morose pondering.&nbsp; His home, his business, his family, his slaves and all of his property were now or soon would be in total ruins.&nbsp; <br><br><em>His wife, Julia.&nbsp; The fair and beautiful 25 year old features were etched in his mind now.&nbsp; She had borne him 3 sons and 4 daughters in their 8 years of marriage, one year of learning each other as lovers and then a baby every year after.&nbsp; And now...now they were gone.&nbsp; He would never see those eyes, those ice blue eyes that held his gaze and were so rare here in the Southern provinces of Rome. He would never see her broad shoulders helping him carry in the new growth from the vineyard, her bosom that seemed to only expand with each new child and never diminish, her taut backside which he had held so firmly on so many occasions...it was all gone.&nbsp; Everyone was gone.</em><br><br>"Make sail!" he ordered his men as the last few remaining crewman clamored aboard the ship as the lines holding her to the dock were cut loose, rather than working through the knots and stringing them ashore correctly.&nbsp; This dock would never be needed again anyway.<br><br>The rowing slaves below began to heave starboard so that she was pointed out of the bay, heading toward Misenum, the Naval port to the Southwest of their current location.&nbsp; Misenum would be aflutter with seaman ready to assist newcomers and needing wine.&nbsp; <em>Well, he may have lost his entire wealth in Pompeii, but maybe he could make enough from what was aboard below decks to have a new start,</em> he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Tales &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 03:28:46</strong>
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				<em>Boom.... Boom.... Boom.... Boom....</em><br><br>Raphaella groaned softly, as the steady cadence roused her from sleep. She could feel the boat rising and falling as waves lapped its hull. The boat must have been hitting the dock. Scrubbing the back of her hand over her icy eyes, she pushed herself up. Her stomach felt hollow. It was time to go in search for rations. Her free hand blearily shoved at the heavy canvas of the sail, as her eyes finally opened, to stare at the backside of a muscled cadence-beater. Her jaw dropped as she stared, shock paralysing her. How long had she been asleep? What was she going to do? Her hand clamped over her mouth, to keep from making noise, as her mind whirled in a panic. Where were they? What would they do to her? What was she going to do?<br><br>It didn't take long for her to be noticed. A shout, and the man beating the drum turned. Raphaella shrunk back as the beats faltered. He was so huge, veins standing out from his arms, his face ugly and twisted. A giant paw of a hand reached for her, and with a squeak, she scrambled back. A barked order, and he was replaced at the drum, the cadence starting up again, and the behemoth followed her. Within moments, she was dangling from his grip. He said nothing. <em>I'm going to be killed.</em> she thought. That was how they dealt with stowaways, wasn't it?<br><br>He walked up the steps topside, Raphaella stumbling behind, and protesting. She doubted it would do any good, but still had to try. Three steps to the opulent cabins, and his free paw banged on the door. Finally, his voice sounded. "Sir, there's a girl!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Tales &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 05:33:08</strong>
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				The ship underway, the captain had retired to his cabin for a brief respite, and to grieve his losses.&nbsp; His reverie was broken too quickly, however, with the knock on his cabin door and the announcement that a woman had been found aboard the ship.&nbsp; "By the gods, why in Hades do I have to..." his door swung open to reveal and shattered and disheveled young woman struggling feebly against the beefy cadence keeper of his ship. "Thank you Lucius, I will make sure she is dealt with properly," he said, grabbing the woman's arm and hauling her into his cabin before slamming the door.&nbsp; The cadence keeper went back to his post and relieved the man who had replaced him, and the rowing picked up to the new rhythm he set for the slaves who rowed the boat toward Misenum.<br><br>"Of all the damned things to do, woman, you have to board my ship on such an ominous night as tonight? We didn't have enough bad omens flowing through the streets of Herculaneum and over the skies of fair Pompeii, you had to bring another to my ship and my crew?" his voice raised in frustration and anger.&nbsp; Tiberius had never been a man known to enjoy others trifling with him, he was certainly in the worst of moods to deal with such nonsense tonight.&nbsp; He had a mind to throw her overboard.&nbsp; But, looking at her a bit more closely under the lamplight of his private quarters, he observed her frail complexion under the dirt and grime.&nbsp; Licking his thumb, he smeared the grit from her face and saw such polished perfection lying beneath the surface.&nbsp; Perhaps...he shook his head.<br><br>Walking across his small cabin, he grabbed a small strand of rope and tied a slip-knot in one end.&nbsp; "Put your wrist together.&nbsp; I want to make sure you don't leave this room and go wandering around and distract my crew.&nbsp; We're trying to make port in 8 hours instead of the usual 12-16 that it usually takes," he said to her.&nbsp; Not waiting for her to comply he grabbed her hands and put them together and slid the knot over her wrists, pulling the knot tight enough to hold her before wrapping the rope around her wrists six times, cinching her arms together.&nbsp; Looping the end of rope through her wrists, he brought the end through the front and brought her close to a beam that supported his elevated bunk above his small chair and table. Closing a sailors knot is a few quick strokes, he checked and affirmed it would hold.&nbsp; "Now, have a seat and tell me how it is you've come aboard my ship tonight," he demanded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Tales &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 20:00:02</strong>
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				Raphaela struggled against the brute strength of the keeper as the door swung open, fighting back as she was pushed into the arms of a new man. She didn't bother speaking, voicing her protests. It would do her no good against men. As the door closed, she pulled away, yanking her arm against his iron grip. Her face turned away, as she pulled against him, terror thrilling in her chest. He was going to use her. He was a sailor, and she a woman. It did not take a well educated individual to figure out what he would want. "No..." She whispered, fear an effective mute on her voice. She shook her head vigorously, her hair flaring heavily from her face. She hadn't meant to be on while they departed. She frowned at him, as he mentioned Pompeii. "What?" She whispered, frowning. That was where Father's vineyards had been. Where her dowry had lay. She could have gone to the senate. Challenged her step mother...<br><br>She shied away, as he swiped a wet thumb across her cheekbone, her eyebrows angling together and her chin dropping. A yelp finally escaped her, as he yanked her wrists together, through rope. She fought against the harsh fibres, even as he looped them around her wrists, shackling her. Finally, she stood, glaring at him, arms half suspended from the rafter. She bit her lips closed, shaking her head. She wasn't going to pretend at compliance. She would fight him tooth and nail. He would not take her innocence, he would not take her virginity. That was for a husband, that was for the man she would marry once everything was set to straights.<br><br>And this sailor could burn for all she would give him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 17:48:31</strong>
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				Letting himself calm slightly, Tiberius took a seat on a nearby stool and motioned to the bed, "I'm not going to harm you.&nbsp; Please, sit," he offered the young woman.&nbsp; <br><br>He was a wreck from so much happening in so short a period of time, and he knew he was letting it show.&nbsp; "Please, you must have been asleep, let me fill you in," he began again.&nbsp; "My name is Tiberius.&nbsp; I am wine merchant from Pompeii.&nbsp; While you were asleep in the hold, Vesuvius spewed fire.&nbsp; A great dark cloud of ash and firing rock was seen hurling through the air toward Pompeii, and the fiery rock was making its way toward Herculaneum when I ordered my men to make haste to load the ship and set out for Misenum.&nbsp; I'm sorry to tell you, child, but everything and everyone we knew in those two cities is likely lost to us forever."<br><br>He hung his head in sorrow, remembering the beauty of his wife and playfulness of his children.&nbsp; The smiles that would greet him when he sailed into port after a long journey, and the fairness of his wife's breasts pierced his soul with agony.&nbsp; <em>Never again...never again will I see them,</em> his internal dialogue said again.<br><br>"Tell me your name," he said to the girl, "What family do you come from and how did you come to be aboard my ship in such rags?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 17:10:10</strong>
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				Again, Rapaella shook her head, stubbornly. Her knees would not bend, and her posterior would not touch bed. She believed him no more than she would believe her step mother. Never mind the drawn look to his face. Never mind his weary tone. Acting or no, he was a sailor, and he was a man. He was not to be trusted. Merchant, she corrected herself, as he gave his explanation. She stared at him, stubborn, unable to bend, unable to believe what he said. Any hope she had lay in those two cities. Without them she was no better than a slave. Worse, at least they got fed every night and had a place to sleep. <br><br>Her icy eyes narrowed, as he asked for her story. he side of her nose hiked up in a half snarl, and she tugged at the ropes binding her slim wrists. Months ago she would never dream of disobedience. Never dream of pulling such a horrible face when asked a question by a peer of her Father's. Two months ago she'd never had to steal or starve. Curling around an empty stomach night after night toughened one easily. She trusted no one. Not the child who promised her bread, not the man that offered coin, not the woman who promised payment for help. Certainly not the man in front of her who tied her wrists to his bed.<br><br>"If what you say is true, then I am no-one." Her voice finally sounded, quiet, but melodious in an odd sense. Every word carried weight, every tone, every inflection carelessly perfect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 16:47:01</strong>
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				Tiberius shrugged his shoulders. "Have it your way then. But the sea can get awfully choppy when we're out in open waters. You'll wish you'd sat then."<br><br>He turned and opened a cupboard and pulled out a loaf of bread he scrounged from the galley earlier. Tearing off a piece he put it in his mouth. Speaking around the food, he said, "If you want a piece of bread, all you have to do it ask..." as he popped another piece in his mouth and chewed. He relished the flavors baked into the loaf. The basil and oregano topping the olive oil coated crust. It had been freshly baked that morning and the scent was still lingering and tempting him to devour the entire thing. "Mmmm, so good," he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 03:55:00</strong>
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				The smell that had been titillating Raphaella's nose intensified, as he pulled the loaf out. Her mouth flooded with hunger, and her stomach made as if to leap from her to devour the bread itself. Before she had the chance to stifle herself, a soft whimper escaped her throat. Iced blue eyes locked onto each morsel he brought to his lips, each morsel that disappeared away from her. Gods above she was so hungry. She bit her lips closed, as he moaned at the taste. How had she taken bread so casually before? As if it hadn't truly existed. Her world consisted of the bread he slowly devoured...<br><br>But ask... ask a man on a ship for his food. What would he demand in compensation? What would he want in return? Her body? Her compliance? She couldn't. But she had to. Had it been yesterday she'd eaten? Perhaps the day before? She could not remember...<br><br>Finally, the word escaped her lips, unbidden. "Please..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 04:44:58</strong>
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				He was chewing his third bite of food&nbsp; when he heard her say 'Please,' and he smiled in response as he continued to chew the bread.&nbsp; "I'm sorry dear, I heard you say 'Please,' but the rest of your comment must have been muffled for some reason...perhaps you could speak more clearly," he suggested to her as he tore the remaining loaf of bread in half. The tearing of the entire loaf made the aroma of the basil and oregano mixed into the still-fresh bun fill the cabin with its richness.<br><br>He swallowed the bit in his mouth as he was tearing a new bite. Before popping it into his mouth he raised a finger and got up to rummage through the cabinet again and withdraw two clay mugs that had been fired in the kiln in his native Pompeii. A kiln he'd never buy stoneware from again.&nbsp; He brought back a flask of his private store of his own wine and poured a cup full into his own cup, taking it to his lips to wash down the bread he'd already eaten. A slight purplish hue coated his lips as he said opened his mouth and said, "Ahhhhhhhhhh, this was my finest year in the vineyard, this vintage."<br><br>"Now then, I am used to people calling me 'Sir,' or 'Master' when they address me. Since you are not my slave at the present moment and your citizenship has yet to be determined, you are free to call me 'Sir' only. I do not respond to requests unless I am properly addressed, so I suppose when your hunger becomes intense enough you will do me the honor of addressing me with proper decorum and asking me for what it is you want exactly," he said to the girl. "Oh, and when you do, you may wish to amend your story of being 'no-one' and tell me exactly who you are and where you come from so that I might have a firm understanding of your present citizenship status, otherwise I will be forced to sell you at market when we make port in order to pay your fare for stowing away aboard my ship," he added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 05:00:49</strong>
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				Raphaella's hands clenched. She'd never been made to submit like this in her life! but gods the smell hurt like a knife twisted in her stomach. Her head swam in the smell, of the bread, and mixed, now, with the subtle waft of wine. She'd tasted the kind before, though she couldn't place the merchant. But those thoughts were far away, her stomach ruling her, for now. She moaned as he tore the bread, and poured his wine, the sound in the goblet, the fresh wash of that delicious, divine scent. It was more than she could bear, his demands more than she could stomach.<br><br>"Please... <em>sir</em>. M-ay I have some bread?" She ground out, pressing her nose against her suspended arm, hating herself, hating him, even more. "And my name is Raphaella Mortellus Major." She added. Every word was a blow to her pride. She was supposed to be home, tended to by slaves, not begging a man, trussed n his quarters, for bread. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 05:20:00</strong>
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				"Well then!" Tiberius said, "Look who can speak a complete sentence without cursing her impromptu hosts."&nbsp; <br><br>Getting up from his chair he went to the rope that ensnared her and loosened the knot as he said, "Now, I'm going to untie you for now so you can eat. But you must remember your manners and eat properly in my presence. And should you try to attack me, I want you to know you will be severely punished for your transgressions...all of them."<br><br>The knot came loose and he kicked a second stool out from under the table for her to sit on. "Please, sit and eat with me. I haven't had anyone to eat with for some time.&nbsp; And, please tell me more of your family. I am familiar with the Mortellus family, but only by hearsay."<br><br>He took the two steps back to his seat and passed her the larger of the two pieces of bread on the table before pouring out a fresh dose of the wine into the other earthenware cup. He sat it down in front of her before refreshing his own mug and popping the next bit of bread into his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 16:08:46</strong>
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				Raphaella drew back, as he moved closer, eyebrows furrowing. Thankfully, the contact was brief, and as soon as the ropes were loose, she yanked her hands away. She stared at him warily, as she moved to the second stool, and sat, her back ramrod straight. Though dirty, and dressed in rags, she carried herself as if she were the Emperor's own daughter. Tiny chunks of the bread passed her lips, though she couldn't help but chew quickly. Multiple tiny sips of the wine, even as her stomach cried for more. Now. He may have bested her by dragging out her name, got her to beg for the bread, but she would not lower herself to eating like one of the urchins she so resembled. <br><br>She kept silent, until she'd eaten every last morsel of her bread, and discreetly sucked the remaining oil from her fingertips. A sip of wine, and then she looked straight at him. "My Father i- was a senator. He died four months past. My mother died in childbirth. He married again, and his second wife bore him one daughter." It was curt and it was swift. It was all she was wiling to tell of her family. It galled her to have been displaced from her rightful seat and inheretence. But then, perhaps it was fortuitous. She'd never had escaped if se were at home, would she have?
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 06:52:53</strong>
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				The ship lurched to the starboard side as Tiberius was washing down his last bit of bread with a sip of wine, and again to the other direction. "We must be approaching rougher waters, it's a good thing you chose to sit," he told Raphaella.<br><br>"So now the question remains of what to do with you tonight, Raphaella. I cannot let you out of this cabin. If the men saw you on board I'd have too much of a problem on my hands. And I don't know that I can trust you without making sure you are tied up for the night. The last thing I want if for you to go exploring my cabin and find a knife who can wake me with in any manner of unpleasant ways I can imagine," he said to the girl. "So, what is it you think I should do with you then?" he asked her.<br><br>His mind pondered the possibilities. "Bah! But where are my manners? You will need a bath and a fresh garment. Let me go and get you some water to bathe with, a fresh toga to wrap yourself in, and you'll feel better. The water won't be hot, but it will clean you up nice." He moved to stand as the ship shifted again, planting him back in his seat for a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 22:00:58</strong>
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				Rapaella watched him suspiciously, still feeding herself the small tidbits of bread, even as the ship lurched. Her feet planted wide, and she leaned against the tilt of the ship, muscles straining to keep her balance. She remember back, when she had been young and her father had taken her on the small ship he'd commissioned. They sometimes spent a week in the bay, eating fresh fish and squid the slaves caught and ate, playing games, and swimming when they were close enough to shore. That was when it had only been her and Father. He'd lavished her with attention. She hadn't known then, but people had seen it as odd. Upon his second marriage, however, she had been told bluntly that her father had more important matters to attend to and that she was not to seek him out unless summoned upon pain of a switch she would be sent to cut, herself. She'd only disobeyed once.<br><br>As he began to talk, he dragged her back to the present. Her jaw clamped shut, as he mused openly about what to do with her tonight, suggesting that binding her back to his bed was the 'safest' option. And then he suggested a bath. Oh, to bathe, to get the grit and grime, and sweat finally from her body, to feel herself again. And a fresh toga! She could guess he would make her beg for it. He'd seemed delighted when she broke her pride to ask for the damned bread she still chewed. "A bath would be much appreciated... Sir" She managed to force out, and even sounded half civil. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: On The Shores of Italia (Ancient Roman RP with Boru &amp; Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 22:46:53</strong>
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				Nodding, Tiberius stood and said, then I'll have the crew fetch a pale and a cloth for you. He opened the door slightly and hollered out, "I need a pale of water brought in, now." <br><br>It wasn't but a few moments before the crewman was at the door with the requested pale. Tiberius received it and brought it in. He sat the pale at Raphaella's feet and reached over her head, his covered groin coming close to her face as he stretched to reach for a cloth.&nbsp; Finding the right one, he withdrew and dropped the cloth in the water.<br><br>"There you are," he said to her, "bathe. And, when you're done, I'll have another pale fetched and you can bathe me as well."
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