Author: Silanus, Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2016 10:43 PM, Post Subject: Et tu?

Well, the place was not alone, just as Silanus expected. He was expecting some lonely, homeless old native hiding from the other tribes, however. When he saw a 6 feet tall woman he was quite surprised, as he was used to… Shorter women. In fact, she was taller than him; his people were not very tall, that´s why they usually refer to the native of the Highlands as "giants". That, however, did not intimidate him. Infact, this curiosity made them laugh. Medium sized people subjugating giants, how ironic. 

Atleast this woman didn´t seem aggressive, perhaps neutral? She did not know him, of course. If she would, the woman would most probably refer to him more respectuosly, or try to kill him. It depended on where she was from; Silanus´ bet was that the woman was a native from some Highland tribe, since she was very tall, had a weapon as big as an arm (Maybe bigger, it depends)  and had red hair, something quite usual in these lands. 

What a strange meeting, was it a threat or what? "Who, on his sane mind, would search for a treasure in a poorly hidden chasm? Atleast not me, a Fratian both general and soon-to-be emperor of a reign that will one day siege…" Silanus stopped talking, as he realised that such a long introduction was needless. Instead, the general spoke once again, but this time it was not an introduction: "BUT, the skirt on my armor is not long enough and I forgot my thick leather pants, instead I got those thin, useless wool pants. I´m practically freezing down here, so… Fire would be useful, atleast for a swift rest, if you´d call it like that."

Without any kind of permission or consent, Tacitus Silanus stepped in, sitting on a log near the fire. He removed his heavy helmet, furred steel bracers and simply stayed there, as if he was waiting for something.

Author: Basselina, Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2016 9:12 PM, Post Subject: Et tu?

It was a lonely road that Basselina lived. She had for the most part given up on living with the grain of society. It was her strength and her inner peace that made it tolerable to live by herself. She had a fire roaring in the chasm. It made glints of light pour off her armor. She had handpicked all of the scales that the armor was made of. It was a warrior’s mark her armor. It was way the scales were almost like an art piece of color against metal. 

She used her large sword to push the wood down into the fire more. She would have to venture out to get more soon or leave her little hiding place. She had long red wild curls and her eyes were a burning sea of blues. She was a big muscular woman but she was pretty in the face. Call it a blessing from her mother as she was sure if her father’s blood had been able to dictate she would look like an ugly old maid.

A century had made her skin soft again from the scars of her vicious fights. She wasn’t overly pleased about it since warriors told stories with her scars. However, she told stories using her fists. Her blue eyes shot up as she seen a shadow rounding the corner. “If yer looking for treasure this isn’t the place for it.” She stood up and she was rather tall. All six feet of her looked intimidating as she swung the sword over her shoulder. “If yer looking for a place to eat and rest yer welcome to it.” 

Author: Silanus, Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2016 8:25 PM, Post Subject: Et tu?

Success was not the correct word for what Silanus and the Fratians were experiencing right now. The proper term would be triumph, because what they did here was a grand triumph. The highlands were home of wicked, savage people, but thanks to Silanus and his legion richness and "peace" arrived. 

They had subjugated the most fearsome tribes, gained the respect and admiration of the smartest clans and the friendship of the kings. Some natives joined under the Fratians banner by fear, others due to the admiration they had earned. Few joined by force; but now what it mattered is that most of the towns in the border with the Steppes were under the Tacitus Silanus' rule. They were not a lot, but it was a significant achievement for the slowly rising empire.

Silanus was loved by some, respected by others, or even feared. Now, the powerful ruler had to return to the Steppes. He was going by horse, alone, ready to meet up with the border patrol and be escorted home. However, a small chasm in a mountain attracted his attention. The general rode over there, tied his horse to a tree and entered inside the chasm. It was mossy, humid and bright, it almost seemed as if someone was there…