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Discussion in 'Silverwood' started by Aulus Plautius, Feb 10, 2018.

  1. Aulus Plautius

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    Date: 21st February, Year 7.



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    General Aulus Plautius rode through the icy forest, two of his legionaries accompanying him on foot. He’d brought Calvus “Axe” Axius and Blandus Flavius with him, both in armour and carrying pilums. They were his hardiest men when it came to long treks across tough terrains.

    They’d set up something of a main base in the plains, where it bordered Mt. Pompeii (confusingly, a different Pompeii to their own). As they’d scavenged supplies in the neighbouring areas, he’d grown to hear whispered rumours of a small, pale girl with mousy hair shouting and swearing at travellers in Silverwood. The swearing might’ve been an exaggeration, but the mousy hair description had stirred a feeling of knowing in his gut.

    Aulus kicked his horse on through the deep woods, dim and shadowy because of the thick network of branches and thorny vines knotted up above their heads. He caught glimpses of the morning sun flashing between ragged holes in the canopy, a rare circle of warmth touching his bare skin. There was little snow in this region of the forest, but the ground had frozen as hard as rock, any silence broken by the clop of hooves and crunch of boots.

    Fuck. No chance of sneaking up on the girl then.

    Aulus ignored the bite of the icy air on his face and hands, barely able to feel the reins, his back and arse sore and aching from having spent so long in the saddle over the last couple of days. He wore his own armour over his thick brown garments, his new wolf hide slung over his shoulders and helpfully tripling their width.

    The cold sharpened the smell of the woods, which were dominated by fragrant wildflowers and shrubs. His nose was full of the familiar farmyard smell of the horse bobbing along underneath him, the bridle and saddle carrying a fresh lemon scent. He’d got Blandus to clean the tack last night after they’d set up their tents, while Axe had tended to the horse’s needs. That was the reason why Aulus had brought them. Stable hands.

    And of course he was going to need them to drag the small, pale girl with the mousy hair back to their main base in the plains…


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    Cait had made up her mind days ago that she hated this place. She hated the weather, the people and the food. The only positive thing she'd been able to do in the last couple of days was to get people to leave her alone. Everyone seemed so determined to treat her like some damaged flower or to try to patronise her. Cait had spurned a lot of help. She was still determined this was the underworld Divis had often spoke of, and so logically, she knew if she waited around here then he'd have to come and get her at some point. That was what she hoped anyway.

    In the meantime, she'd got herself a bow which she'd fashioned herself and had been able to catch some rabbits and birds to keep her well fed. The forest was abundant with berries and vegetation she'd used to line her stomach. She hadn't been this well fed in a while, but there wasn't much competition for the food. Cait, today, had managed to catch a rabbit and had lit up her camp fire so that she could start to cook it. Using her knife, she'd made quicker work than usual of skinning the rabbit; she'd found that the last few weeks, surviving on mainly a diet of rabbits, had made her much quicker at skinning them, especially when her stomach was growling.

    After washing her hands in a nearby stream, she heard a crunching coming from beyond the thicket of her little camp. She hadn't been bothered by anyone in a few days; she'd said more than her fair share of choice words the last idiot who'd tried to show her how to survive here. Cait grabbed for her bow and the three arrows she'd managed to fashion, "Who's there?" She demanded, walking near to the camp fire; unable to see past the bushes in front of her.
     
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    He sniffed sharply, catching the acrid smell of a bonfire on the cold wind. His suspicions were confirmed when he spotted a faint, slender tendril of smoke curling up from a line of trees in front of them. The wrinkles deepened in his forehead. They were approaching a camp.

    The light, female voice had him jerking his horse to a halt, his legionaries stopping and glancing questioningly up at him. He ignored them, listening in case the voice drifting out again, but there was only the quiet trickle of water coming from some place beyond.

    A girl. Was that the girl? Either way, he didn’t want to announce himself too soon.

    A fully formed plan came to him as naturally as taking a breath. He gestured at Axe and Blandus to step closer to him, murmuring to them what he had in mind. They seemed sceptical that it would work, judging by the fear shining in their eyes and the awkward swallowing motions. That was tough bollocks.

    Aulus watched sternly as they took off their armour and hid it in the thick vegetation, propping their pilums up against a large tree trunk. They ruffled their hair and smeared mud across their cheeks, looking as dirty and uncivilised as a pair of ruddy Celts.

    “How does this look?” Blandus whispered to them.

    “Hmm… Not convincing enough,” Axe replied just as quietly. “Let me help.”

    He drove his big, blocky fist into Blandus’s nose with a wet crack, the injured legionary’s shrill howl startling a couple of pigeons from a branch.

    With his cries dwindling to whimpers and soft moans, he slung his arm around Axe’s neck, the two of them starting to hurry towards the camp. Blandus feigned a heavy limp and shrieked out help, help, twin streams of blood pouring from his nostrils.


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    Cait furrowed her brows. This wasn't the first time some complete idiot had decided to try to invade her camp or just annoy her. One man had tried to take her rabbits once, and though he'd made off with one, she'd given him an earful he wasn't likely to forget. She was still holding her bow and arrows; the arrows were sharp enough to go through the flesh and bring down a rabbit, though she wasn't sure it would do that much damage to a person. It could always give her some time if she needed to flee.

    She moved forwards slightly, keeping low, despite the fact (given her size) it actually made very little difference. Cait heard someone cry out and she jumped, keeping her eyes fixed on the bushes and the trees up ahead, trying to gain an understanding of what was going on. Cait trembled slightly, wondering if it was in her interests, for a moment,

    "S-stay back!" She shouted at the pair, looking over them with the blood and the relatively Celtic appearance. Cait eyed them, fighting back the instinct to rush to them. She'd been in this underworld long enough to not trust everything she saw or heard. "Who are you?" She asked, moving towards them slightly, trying to see if she recognised anything about them. Was it possible she wasn't the only one who had been brought here?
     
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    Aulus dismounted stiffly, creeping as silently as possible through the undergrowth. He’d find somewhere he could see the girl without being seen in turn, her young voice drifting through the thick vegetation: S-stay back… Who are you…

    “Please help, child! We were attacked in the woods!” Axe’s deep, gravelly voice carried over to him. “We were attacked by… Um… By…”

    “Chickens!” Blandus cried out in a wet, nasally snort.

    Chickens? Fucking chickens?

    Aulus pulled a face like somebody had shat in his breakfast, finding a place to stand where he could sneak looks into the camp. He saw Axe and Blandus first, the latter still with one of his arms slung around the other’s neck. They both had a hand up in surrender as they faced the girl, who was armed with a bow and some arrows.

    “Don’t listen to him,” Axe rushed to save the day. “He fell and hit his head. I think he broke his nose too. Do you think you could help him?”

    Aulus turned to look at the girl, recognising her in a fraction of a second. Anyone who saw the expression on his haggard, stubbly face would’ve thought he was simultaneously passing a gallstone and watching somebody shit in his breakfast.


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    Cait turned her head to the side, "Chickens?" She shouted back, torn between howling with laughter and calling them outright liars. The other man explained the situation a little better but she was still incredibly jumpy, so she made no effort to go anywhere near them. She didn't know what they were; what if they were demons in disguise?

    She didn't want to get possessed by a demon. She'd seen what had happened to Divis when he'd been possessed.

    "Well I can't fix his nose." She retorted quickly, not swearing at them for the moment. Cait looked at her resources and trembled. They did look like they were in real pain. What type of men asked a girl for help? Well, she wasn't even a girl was she? She was somewhere in-between. "You can have these." Cait finally said, pulling off some rags from near the camp fire; it's not much but it'll stop the bleeding. As she reached down for the rags, she had to put down her bow and arrows and left them by the side of the camp tire. Cait held out the rags for them to take.
     
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    The daughter of the blind father set down her bow and arrows, offering makeshift bandages to Aulus’s men. The General knew not to waste an opportunity.

    “SEIZE THAT GIRL!” he bellowed like a bull, barging out of the thick overgrowth into the camp, his armour and wolf skin protecting him from biting thorns. “SEIZE HER THIS INSTANT! SHE’S AN ENEMY OF ROME!”

    The innocent, sincere expressions on the faces of Axe and Blandus morphed into ruthless determination. They lunged at the girl, hands rushing to grab at her hair or arms.

    Unfortunately, Blandus managed to trip on a small rock and fall into the campfire arse first. He sat in it stupidly, thick, choking tentacles of filthy smoke curling around him, before he registered the pain. Screaming hoarsely, he sprang up from the fire and hopped around the camp like a headless chicken. That was bollocks. Headless chickens were fucking smarter than him.

    Aulus ignored the clumsy legionary, his cold, uncompromising stare on Axe and the girl.


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    There was only a moment where Cait was about to step closer towards the hurt man, then Aulus appeared. Cait found herself rooted to the ground. It couldn't be him. He couldn't be here. The underworld was not a place for Romans.

    But they were the biggest demons she knew.

    Cait's head quickly found Aulus through the trees and she stumbled backwards, a mixture of fear and anger running through her veins. This wasn't the first time she'd seen him. Last time, he'd tried to bring down the Queen in order to get to her and her father. Now she didn't have the Queen's protection; all she had was her bow, and she didn't even have that now. Cait backed off, her hands formed into fists, "Go to hell!" She screeched towards him, before swearing violently in their direction. She took the distraction of the man finding his backside colliding with flames and took her chance.

    Cait turned on her heels and ran away from Aulus and the other Romans, as fast as her figure would take her.
     
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    He glared at the top of his eyes at the daughter of the blind father as she hurled abuse at them, before tearing off through the deep and dark woods.

    “AFTER THAT GIRL!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. Everything was over the top today… “PULL THOSE FINGERS OUT AND RUN!”

    Axe was quick to obey, blundering off through the thick vegetation like a fucking elephant. He made Blandus look like even more of an incompetent twat. The lesser legionary was still bitching about his burnt off bollocks.

    Aulus seized Blandus by the scruff of his neck, shoving him towards the bent and trampled overgrowth. “WHAT DID I SAY? AFTER THEM!”

    The General strode back to his horse and mounted briskly, turning it towards the sharp, chaotic sounds of crashing foliage and shouted threats. Blandus was yelling something about making the girl walk across red hot coals, while carrying a pile of firewood. He’d always been a bit of a vindictive bastard. Shame he didn’t have the smarts to match.


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    Cait hadn't wasted any time in running away from the Romans. She should have realised that the underworld would house people like the Romans too. She had nothing but contempt for the Romans and all they stood for. She hated them with every portion of her being; she couldn't stand them and she would have loved nothing more than to ram her dagger through each of their eyes. She wanted revenge for her family, but she knew that realistically they'd overpower her. So, her only objective here was to get away as quickly as possible so that she could plot her revenge some other way.

    The forest flew past her in a blur as her feet took her as quickly as she could. She'd grown used to some of this growth in the past couple of weeks. As she ran, she caught her ankle in a mixture of twigs and vines and fell with an almighty crash to the floor. Cait cried out in fury and pain all at once. She curled to the side, trying to unhook her leg from the vines before Aulus' men could catch up with her.
     
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    Aulus dug his heels into his horse’s flanks, urging it through the overgrowth at a brisk trot. He came up behind Axe and Blandus and pulled on the reins to stop from crashing into the back of them. An image of himself kicking them to go faster materialised in his mind.

    “Don’t lose that girl,” he told them, his voice cold and sharp, but strictly under control. Queen Kerra and her guards weren’t standing in their way now. They just couldn't lose the daughter of the blind father again.

    She’d fallen up ahead, her leg entangled with the overgrowth. Axe reached her first, bending down and proceeding to seize her by the hair roughly, his opening hand like a striking serpent. Aulus knew the man was partial to lifting unruly, problematic women up by the roots of their hair like they were wayward puppies or kittens.

    “Give her a slap, Axe!” Blandus sneered at them, stooping double and panting noisily. “A ruddy great big slap around the phizog!”

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    Cait struggled to untangle herself from the undergrowth she'd managed to get worked up in. She was muttering to herself, panicked as she could hear the Roman's coming her way. She wasn't sure what they wanted with her, but now she had the druids marks on her brow too, she looked like she might know more than she did about this world. Cait had only just about broken free as the first Roman caught up with her and grabbed her hair, "Get off me." She screamed in a high pitched yell, screeching and cutting through the forest.

    By the time he had hold of her hair, Cait was snarling at her captor and screaming when she caught her breath. In grabbing her hair, he had left everything else free. She had her hands up and was scratching down over his skin while he was being told to slap her. If he did, she'd rip his nose off and shove it up the other Roman's nose bit by bit. Her nails were long and as soon as they found flesh she wasn't kind and scratched like a wild animal caged up.
     
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    The girl behaved like a wild animal, snarling and screaming and scratching at Axe with her long fingernails. Then again, what did you expect from a bloody Celt? Uncivilized bastards.

    Aulus was furious and ashamed when Axe backed off with a strangled cry, red lines glaring out down the side of his face and neck. Some were even beginning to ooze beads of blood.

    Seriously?” Blandus snorted incredulously at him, straightening up as he regained the last of his breath. “Big old Axe getting beaten up by a little girl?”

    “Shut your mouth,” Axe snarled back at him, blood dribbling down his square chin.

    Axe’s anger must’ve overridden his sense of pain and self-preservation, because he lunged at the daughter of the blind father with renewed gusto, bellowing out like a gored bull. He lurched behind her and proceeded to wrap his thickset arms around her torso, apparently intending to pin her hands with those lethal talons to her sides and heft her off her feet.


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    Cait hadn't stopped screaming or using her body in any way possible to get the Roman off her. She knew he had the advantage but she didn't care. They'd tracked her to the underworld, so she'd give them hell. Cait was given some respite as he released her momentarily. She stumbled off to the side and tried to run away again but she had barely made it several paces before she felt a tight weight against her sides, pinning her arms there.

    Her feet left the ground in his grasp, and Cait used the opportunity to kick any kind of flesh she could find, as she was now unable to use her arms. She had to get away from these demons. She had to. Cait knew she was being fuelled by the fight and impulse to escape which coursed through her veins but she didn't care. "Let me go!" She snarled at her captor, trying to wriggle free.
     
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    Axe managed to catch hold of the girl, but she carried on putting up a fight, yelling and wriggling and kicking out like a pony. She hit Axe several times in the shins, making him grunt and almost lose his grip on the uncivilised young Celt.

    Before disaster could strike the Romans, Aulus dismounted and strolled over to them, his expression cold and surly. He proceeded to press the flat of his dagger against her cheek, the iron no doubt icy against her skin. He’d aim to force eye contact between them.

    “Cooperate and I won’t cut off your feet,” he said grimly.

    Of course he had no intention of cutting off her ruddy feet. His plans had changed ever since she’d dragged him into this new plane of existence or undiscovered country. He’d keep her alive until she took him back to Britannia, which seemed like a fair compromise to him.


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    Cait hit the man behind her a couple of times with the heel of her boot, trying to make it count with every kick. She wanted to get away from them, but now it was seeming more unlikely, she just wanted to injure them as much as she possibly could.

    Cait met his gaze stubbornly, despite how terrified she felt. She couldn't deny she was frightened by the Romans, but it didn't stop her from looking anything but. "You're just going to kill me anyway." Cait spat at him, glaring at him though she did stop kicking out. She'd seen what the Romans did to people when they threatened them. She'd watched them blind her father, hadn't she?

    "Why are you here?" She now asked, as they must have had to track her down, and chosen to come and attack her in the first place. She hadn't stumbled upon them and she had been here for a few days now.
     
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    Aulus kept the dagger pressed to her cheek, smiling grimly at his small victory. “No… You’re too useful alive to kill. You have my word.”

    And when she was no longer useful, he would dispatch her swiftly. After what he’d witnessed in the Underworld, he couldn’t afford to let her exist in the same world, which was something of a pity. The General preferred to convert people or turn them into profitable objects, rather than kill them like some uncivilised lout, but he just couldn’t take the risk with the young Celt. She had to die in order to ensure Rome’s longevity. One girl to save a million.

    “I have a better question,” he said, intending to press the flat of the dagger harder against her skin, but not hard enough to draw blood. “Why did you bring us to Pandora?”

    He glanced fleetingly in Blandus’s direction, giving a curt nod. The legionary edged towards the girl, some thick, snakelike coils of rope clenched in his hands.


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    Cait didn't trust the Roman. He could have told her the sky was blue and she still wouldn't have believed him. She glared at him and shook her head as though she wanted to show her disdain and how little she believed him or his so called promises. All she'd seen of the Romans was death and destruction, but she didn't have Queen Kerra here to run to her aid. Here she was completely alone. Even Divis wasn't here.

    His question made her raise the eye which had the runes decorating it as high as she could. "Why would I bring you all here?" She asked, without really any malice, just disbelief. Did he really think that out of everyone she knew that she'd choose to bring them here. If anyone she'd have chosen Divis, at least then she might have got out of here. It wasn't that Cait didn't like the fact that they were in the Underworld, because if they were here then they weren't back home and it might mean that her father had half a chance in the world. Maybe Kerra would be safer too.

    "How do you think I brought you here?" That was the other question- what powers did he assume she had which might mean that she could bring three Romans into Pandora.
     
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    The insolent face she pulled made him notice the runes carved into her brow. Aulus frowned at them a long spell, searching his memory. He couldn’t remember seeing them in his vision, or at the citadel, although there had been a fair distance between he and the girl.

    Queen Kerra’d had runes etched into the back of her neck. He fondly recalled the way he’d touched her in that special moment when he’d snuck a look at them. A bleeding shame he’d had to kill a masterpiece like Kerra before they’d even had one shag.

    He smiled tight-lippedly at the girl’s questions, but he didn’t answer them. “We’ll talk back at camp. You never know who’s watching or listening in a place as open as the woods.”

    Never knew who might come rushing in to help the girl.

    He carried on holding the dagger to her cheek, while Blandus proceeded to use the rough rope on her little ankles and wrists. The General supposed they’d get back faster if she was slung over his horse as though a rolled up rug, although that seemed too much like comfort. She wanted to destroy his nation? She didn’t bloody well deserve any comfort.

    “You’ll give us any supplies you’ve got on you or back at your camp,” he told her sternly. “It’s a long journey back to civilization. We’ll distribute them equally.”

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    Though she tried to wriggle, the blade which was in her cheek kept her from trying to struggle too much and she settled for dirty looks at the Romans. She was hoping to get through this relatively unscathed. Cait breathed in deeply, trying to look to see if there might be a chance to escape but she knew she might just have to bide her time with that.

    "Your camp?" She replied incredulously. They even had a camp here? That worried Cait; how many Romans were there here? Had the Gods just chosen to take the whole legion to the Underworld?

    Then there was the question of her resources. "I hope they poison you." She spat back. Joke was on them, she barely had any resources, given she was living pretty hand to mouth. Cait was painfully aware she wasn't really in a position to stop them taking what they wanted. She just continued to glare in his general direction. She couldn't work out why he had fixated on her rather than anyone else in this place. Why did he think that she would voluntarily choose to bring them here? She wanted someone useful here, like Divis. Not a bunch of Romans!
     
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