09-16-2019, 01:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-16-2019, 01:46 AM by Kaeso Civitas Lupus.)
Discord Id - Lex#1806
Backstory - There was a peace to the world, something odd in this area that had been plagued by constant skirmishes and conflicts. A dust cloud rolled for miles as the Romans finally were leaving. They stood in the shadows of the trees and hills watching that column of accursed enemy slowly snake its way to the south.
That evening and many after bonfires burnt and people rejoiced, they were from under the oppressive boot of the Empire and its Legion. The gods were praised in a raised voice of song and merriment.. and even though it was coming on winter feasts were had for weeks.
There was the matter small patrols of Legionnaires left behind cut off from their main forces when the orders to withdrawal were given. Many Capitulated to the populace giving themselves over to the local Mercy. Some.. simply were stripped and left to fend for themselves. Others were taken as prisoner.. many of the Officers seen as culprits and guilty of great atrocities against the people held for other purposes.
Kaeso was one of those Officers. His Cohort had been on extended patrol into the Northern woods when the withdrawal order was given. They didn't know when they returned to the outpost it ha been razed to the ground. Everyone is gone. They did as all Legions would and fortified their camp an scouted for answers. Slowly the realization came upon them that they were outcast, left by the very Empire they were sworn to Serve.
Kaeso sat that night with his Optio and Signifer, They looked to the Standard, the Roman Eagle settled upon its limbs. That night Kaeso made the determination to walk from the camp and surrender himself to the locals so as to beg for his men's safety.. It was to be his last moments gazing upon a standard he'd lived and fought under for most his adult life.
Kaeso gave himself so that his men would live. The Local Druids choose him as an offering to the Gods. He didn't fight as it was without honor to back out of an agreement that would see his roughly seventy remaining men at least have a chance at life.
And that is how we find him now.. laying naked on a stone slab, the lights of a dozen fires burning around him.. the Druids chanting solemnly in the background as they lay a heavy large pelt of a greyed haired wolf over his chest.
The moonlight flashed off the bronze knife that was raised to pierce his chest.
When he awoke.. he was hungry and laying naked in an open field.. surrounded by tree's.. not unlike that which he left. His chest burnt as he touched where he was sure the knife had plunged and the last words he'd heard in that guttural Gaelic "Find purpose...But first... find food " rang in his mind. He stood.. the world was odd.. it smelled.. everything smelled.. and he felt.. lower to the ground.. he looked down and were his feet and hands should be he saw heavy grey clawed paws, and he panicked and ran.
Previous Characters: Arthur McStorm
Character Name - Kaeso Civitas Lupus
Character Race & Sub-Race- Race: Demihuman SubRace: Lycan
Alternate Graphic: Cu Sidhe - Color: Pale Grey
Character Description - Kaeso stands approximately 6' tall. He weighs close to 200 pounds. He is broad in the shoulder and barrel-chested. His body shows the marks of an experienced centurion whom rose through the ranks of the Legion, multiple wounds and old scares cover him. His face kept clean shorn close to the
skin. His hair is long and kept in a tight ponytail most often. Dark Black in color. He is around 28 years of age.
Shard Plot Line - Kaeso finds himself in a land, not unlike that which he was placed by the Emperor in their quest of conquest. But now he is adrift with no Emperor nor Legion to guide or follow. He seeks himself through service to another.
Special Role-play Ability- Through years of combat in the Legion and prayers to the gods he has developed the ability to physically or emotionally sooth or inflame a person. Often using it to drive Cowards courageously into the face of the enemy and more than one occasion a maid to his bed.
Previous World - Earth, Britain, 5th Century Towards the end of Romes control.
That evening and many after bonfires burnt and people rejoiced, they were from under the oppressive boot of the Empire and its Legion. The gods were praised in a raised voice of song and merriment.. and even though it was coming on winter feasts were had for weeks.
There was the matter small patrols of Legionnaires left behind cut off from their main forces when the orders to withdrawal were given. Many Capitulated to the populace giving themselves over to the local Mercy. Some.. simply were stripped and left to fend for themselves. Others were taken as prisoner.. many of the Officers seen as culprits and guilty of great atrocities against the people held for other purposes.
Kaeso was one of those Officers. His Cohort had been on extended patrol into the Northern woods when the withdrawal order was given. They didn't know when they returned to the outpost it ha been razed to the ground. Everyone is gone. They did as all Legions would and fortified their camp an scouted for answers. Slowly the realization came upon them that they were outcast, left by the very Empire they were sworn to Serve.
Kaeso sat that night with his Optio and Signifer, They looked to the Standard, the Roman Eagle settled upon its limbs. That night Kaeso made the determination to walk from the camp and surrender himself to the locals so as to beg for his men's safety.. It was to be his last moments gazing upon a standard he'd lived and fought under for most his adult life.
Kaeso gave himself so that his men would live. The Local Druids choose him as an offering to the Gods. He didn't fight as it was without honor to back out of an agreement that would see his roughly seventy remaining men at least have a chance at life.
And that is how we find him now.. laying naked on a stone slab, the lights of a dozen fires burning around him.. the Druids chanting solemnly in the background as they lay a heavy large pelt of a greyed haired wolf over his chest.
The moonlight flashed off the bronze knife that was raised to pierce his chest.
When he awoke.. he was hungry and laying naked in an open field.. surrounded by tree's.. not unlike that which he left. His chest burnt as he touched where he was sure the knife had plunged and the last words he'd heard in that guttural Gaelic "Find purpose...But first... find food " rang in his mind. He stood.. the world was odd.. it smelled.. everything smelled.. and he felt.. lower to the ground.. he looked down and were his feet and hands should be he saw heavy grey clawed paws, and he panicked and ran.
