12-17-2008, 03:37 AM
I apologize if this is somewhat inaccurate, exaggerated and fantastical, and if it is in the wrong spot but at least I tried
Centurion Aquilus never knew what hit him. The Arcanius jumped down from the temple column and thrust his blade into the back of his targets neck... he too never knew what hit him the arcuballista bolt seemed to sprout by magic in his neck. He fell without a cry. I reloaded the arc' and walked over to the body's, not much to look at: One overweight Centurio, and one masked grey clad man with a spatha, everything about screamed him beaurau well actually everything about him screamed, Very dead. My name is Locus never mind my full name it's classified I went through the corpses' possesions, nothing I took the Arcanius' spatha and knife after dumping the body's into a nearby sewer. Then I made my leisurely way back to the Palatine the sunset was exquisite I reflected, framed between the buildings and the wall.
Aelia watched the Praetorian make his way back to the palace, he was a large man a confident powerful man. She sniffed it was her priestess talent something she had earned in a dark forest before she had been Aelia. The man smelled of leather, metal, and sweat and oil and something else, she frowned. The faint scent of a womans perfume where she had kissed him, huh. She jumped over a stall, not making a sound and followed him. When he was in range she took out her own Arcuballista, aimed at his broad back and fired...
To be continued
Centurion Aquilus never knew what hit him. The Arcanius jumped down from the temple column and thrust his blade into the back of his targets neck... he too never knew what hit him the arcuballista bolt seemed to sprout by magic in his neck. He fell without a cry. I reloaded the arc' and walked over to the body's, not much to look at: One overweight Centurio, and one masked grey clad man with a spatha, everything about screamed him beaurau well actually everything about him screamed, Very dead. My name is Locus never mind my full name it's classified I went through the corpses' possesions, nothing I took the Arcanius' spatha and knife after dumping the body's into a nearby sewer. Then I made my leisurely way back to the Palatine the sunset was exquisite I reflected, framed between the buildings and the wall.
Aelia watched the Praetorian make his way back to the palace, he was a large man a confident powerful man. She sniffed it was her priestess talent something she had earned in a dark forest before she had been Aelia. The man smelled of leather, metal, and sweat and oil and something else, she frowned. The faint scent of a womans perfume where she had kissed him, huh. She jumped over a stall, not making a sound and followed him. When he was in range she took out her own Arcuballista, aimed at his broad back and fired...
To be continued