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violetflowers55 · 27 days ago

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Hot & Cold - Chapter 8 (Final Chapter)

(Dr. Phosphorus x fem!reader)

Synopsis: It’s finally come time to kill the princess, and the events surrounding it lead Phosphorus to confess something to you.

Notes: no smut but a happy ending. Sorry for the delay. classes resumed and i got sick immediately. on a different personal note thank you all so so much for your support. This is the first fic ive written in years and first long fic ive ever written. i didn’t think anyone would see this so it means the world to me not just that so many people read it, but that so many people enjoyed it. i’ve also cross posted this to ao3 so yall can reread it easier!

CW: Violence and death (minor)

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The five of you clambered down the hilltop as quietly as possible to avoid alerting the guards. Once you were at the bottom, The Bride silently pointed to a watchtower. A sole guard stood in the way. Leaning out behind a wall, you lashed his throat with your whip, preventing him from calling for help. The group moved forward, and Phosphorus finished him off.

Up in the watchtower, a guard was speaking on his walkie talkie. Behind him, you could faintly see security camera feeds. Weasel started clambering up the side of the tower and the Bride followed suit. Pushing your limits, you extended your whip further and wrapped it around the underside of the ledge on the inside. You then slowly retracted your whip to pull yourself up. When you got there, The Bride had already killed the guard. Phosphorus and Nina joined you a moment later, though you had no clue how.

“Why are we doing this again?” Nina asked anxiously.

“You know why,” The Bride answered.

“But what if we’re wrong? What if we’re killing all these people - what if we kill the princess for no reason?”

“Then, uh, c’est la vie?” Phosphorous responded before lighting a cigar. You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh before turning to Nina.

“Waller probably has a good reason. She wouldn’t potentially start an international war if she didn’t. But, if she’s wrong or whatever, and we start a war, so what?” you shrugged, “We’ll still be prisoners. Not like we’ll be around to see it.”

“Oh, how I wish I could,” Phosphorous sighed dreamily, “but even beside that, there are billions of humans in the world. Who will notice a few less? Right Weas?”

Weasel sat there drooling.

“See? He doesn’t care.”

Nina looked unconvinced, but dropped it. The Bride flipped through the security channels, trying to find a way into the castle with minimal guards. Phosphorus turned to the other set of screens.

“These are the feeds from the past few days. Maybe they’ll show us another way in,” he clicked through the feeds before landing on one, “What the hell is that?”

On the screen in front of you, the princess walked out of a room with Clayface.

“Seems like we’re not the princess’s only monstrous visitors,” Nina noted, finally becoming suspicious of her.

“And somehow he gets locked up in Arkham instead of Belle Reve,” you rolled your eyes.

The walls of the tower shook and a new face appeared above the ledge. He started to speak, but The Bride instantly shot him off the ledge.

“Paramour of yours?”

“Oo, paramour, that’s a ten dollar word,” you joked, nudging Phosphorus.

“Oh, can it!” The Bride snapped, “Let’s head to the wall at the back of the garden, that seems to the least protected.”

You followed her directions, leaping out of the window and landing with a thud. Your ankles stung with pain. Phosphorus landed next to you and, seeing you face, placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, circling your ankles, “everything’s intact.” It felt nice that he cared, especially after how you pushed him before.

Now that you were next to the man, you made an informed guess he was Frankenstein. He groaned and reached out to The Bride. Calling him a “stalker piece of shit,” she shot him again and spat on him. Atop the walls, the soldiers started running towards the watchtower. You all took off sprinting towards the garden wall.

Once there, you all peered through the trees, scouting the guards. The Bride identified the spot with the fewest guards and pointed Phosphorus towards it. As you moved towards the wall, Phosphorus snuck of behind the one soldier in the way and burned through his mouth. Standing in front of the wall, he made a show of cracking his bones before placing his hands on the wall.

Hot.

“This may take a while.”

Fine by me, you thought while staring at him.

A while later, the tunnel Phosphorus burned through the wall led you into more woods surrounding a large pond. The entire perimeter was lined by guards, all watching the princess. She looked so calm as she dove into the blue water, as if there wasn’t a band of monsters out to kill her. Weasel whimpered when he saw her and darted out. Nina quickly grabbed him, pulling him back right before he broke through the bushes hiding everyone. After deciding not to kill Weasel, the discussion turned to how to kill the princess.

“Phosphorous, can you boil the water?” you suggested.

“Sure, I’m sure the guards won’t notice the water bubbling and the glowing green skeleton standing next to it before it kills her,” he said sarcastically.

“Just brainstorming,” you joked, echoing his previous words. His smile seemed to grow, his gaze lingering on you a bit too long. After further discussion, a realization dawned on you all.

“What?” Nina asked, noticing you all staring at her. “I said, what?!” she pressed after no initial response.

“It has to be you, Nina,” The Bride finally answered, “You need to kill the princess.”

“I-I need to kill the princess!?”

“The only way to get to her is under the water.”

“The Bride is right,” Phosphorous chimed in, “Wait until she dips under then do it.”

“Do what?!”

“Stab her. Then come straight back and we’ll go out the way we came in,” The Bride finished. Nina still looked panicked.

“No, no, no, I don’t know how to kill someone!”

You gently placed an arm on her arm. “It’s easier than you think. Just stab her, twist, and it’s over,” you tried to reassure her, but she still looked nervous. The Bride tried next.

“At the end of the day Nina, that’s just another human out there in the pond. But you’re a monster like us.”

“You said I wasn’t a monster.”

“I was lying, cuz I’m a bitch. You’re the biggest freak of us all,” The Bride smiled at her.

A determined look came over Nina’s face. She gripped the knife, took off her helmet, and waded into the water. The heavy pit in your stomach formed. You crept closer to the bushes, squinting to try to see under the water. The princess flipped onto her back, confidently backstroking through the water. Weasel anxiously murmured beside you.

“Weasel! Shut up!” Phosphorous hissed at him.

He ignored Phosphorus words and sprang forward, crying out to Ilana and wading into the water. Ilana first looked at him, then looked down and saw Nina. Nina’s arms broke the surface as she thrusted up towards her, but the princess caught her arms and pushed her back under the water.

No way an inexperienced fighter could do that.

The pit in your stomach tightened, and not thinking about it, you dove into the water. When your eyes adjusted to the water, you saw Ilana stab Nina in the stomach. Her eyes were narrowed, focused. You kicked your legs hard and stretched your hand out, wrapping your whip around the princess’s wrist and pulling her towards you. The look on her face was murderous as she realized what was happening. She tried to stab you, but the knife bent against your metal skin.

Your lungs burned while the rest of your body prickled from the cold water. You needed air. She tried to grab your throat, but you kicked up just in time, gasping as you broke the water. She followed suit, taking a breath before shoving you under again. Her palm smacked your face as she tried to push you deeper and deeper. Blindly flailing, you managed to kick her in the stomach, sending her backwards through the water. Free of her, you propelled yourself to Nina. Just as you reached her, Ilana regained her bearings and started heading back towards you. Grabbing Nina and pressing against her wound, you shot the two of you up to the surface. Ilana surfaced in front of you, her face twisted in rage. Behind her, The Bride and Phosphorus stood waiting in the shallow water. The guards circled, pointing their guns at the three of you. She couldn’t kill you without everyone seeing. It was over.

A guard handed The Bride a phone. You could faintly hear Wallers voice on the other end. Ilana turned around, her demeanor scarily shifting into that of a frightened victim. She shakily walked back to the shore, ignoring The Bride and Phosphorus. You rushed forward towards The Bride, who was staring at Nina in shock.

“She’s still alive.”

Real tears formed in The Bride’s eyes before she shouted at the guards to help Nina.

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The three of you sat solemnly on a bench in the grand foyer. Nina had been stitched up, but was still laying unconscious in some guest room. Across the room, the palace guards petted and praised Weasel, who happily lapped up their attention. Phosphorus pressed his hand into his forearm, somehow healing himself.

“Wait, what happened?” you asked, concerned. Phosphorus glared at Weasel.

“He practically gets the fish girl killed, tears my arm apart, and somehow he’s the freakin’ hero?” he fumed, both answering you and talking to himself.

“You want the knights to pet you, Phosphorus?” The Bride snarked.

“Well… yes. If their hands wouldn’t burn off, maybe,” he lifted his hands dramatically, his voice a mixture of a laugh and distraught.

You silently lifted your head and softly pet his head. He flinched at first before he realized what you were doing. Letting out a small murmur, he leaned into your touch.

“Ugh,” The Bride groaned, getting up and walking off.

You and Phosphorus sat there in silence while you pet his head. He tilted his head back towards the walls, closed his eyes, and sighed. After awhile, you let your hand fall gently from his head and placed it over his hand.

“You can’t do that again,” he finally spoke, his voice gravelly.

“Do what?”

He straightened up to look you in the eye, flipping his hand over to properly hold yours.

“You can’t keep putting yourself in deadly situations. I can’t take it.”

You nervously laughed, thinking he was joking. “That’s part of the job Alex, I can’t really help that.”

“Yes, you can,” he gripped your hand a little tighter, his voice getting sterner, “You didn’t have to go in the water after Nina. You didn’t have to fight that guy in the cafeteria. You keep putting yourself in this situations where you could die, and I- I can’t…”

He trailed off, his voice cracking. He sighed and looked away from you, still not looking at you when he spoke again.

“I haven’t… the way I feel about you, I haven’t felt this way since my wife. I couldn’t save her, and I thought I could keep saving you, but when you jumped in that water…” you intertwined your fingers with his, trying to silently reassure him, “I couldn’t do anything.”

He finally looked back up at you. His face looked the same as always, yet it somehow looked like he was in pain.

“I can’t lose you too,” his voice was barely a whisper and wrought with emotion. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your chest.

“Ok, ok, I’ll stop. I’ll try to stay out of danger. I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered back, stroking his head. His hands gripped your shirt; if he could cry, your shirt would be soaked with tears. A moment passed with the two of you like that.

He eventually pulled back to face you, your faces only inches apart.

“I think… I’m falling in love with you.”

A smile that was shamefully big spread across your face. Your heart thumped in your chest a little faster, and the feeling you felt in the med bay returned. Everything seemed clearer now. Some good had finally come from being exiled, abused, and imprisoned. It felt like now there was a reason you had been sent to Earth all those years ago.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too, Alex.”

He hands moved from your shirt to cup your face as he kissed you. His lips were delicate and gentle, unlike any other kiss you’d shared before. You rested your hands on his chest, matching his energy. He pulled away all too soon and rested his forehead against yours. The two of you waited together for The Bride to return, ready for whatever came next

#creature commandos #creature commandos fanfic #dr phosphorus #dr. phosphorus fanfic #dr. phosphorus x reader #dr phosphorus x reader #x reader creature commandos #dr. phosphorus #fanfic #i am in love with the green glowing skeleton

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blue--ingenue · 2 years ago

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Ominis Gaunt headcannons {Pt. 1}

Author's Note: hi loves! this is the first time i've written for Ominis Gaunt hehe. he's such a little guy™️ and i really enjoyed exploring his character a bit more. i'm going to start a taglist for this series as well, so let me know if you'd like to be added :)

you two aren’t particularly close at first, but that all changes after the events of the scriptorium. he has a difficult time trusting people (having survived his family’s atrocities), so when he meets you, a stranger leaving his most treasured safe space, he immediately shuts you out. after the scriptorium he decides to get to know you, and realizes he’s found a kindred spirit

he wants to give Noctua a proper burial, but he can’t move her remains to the family mausoleum without his parents finding out that he unlocked Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium. (he won’t allow them to access the dark magic lying within. the last thing they need is more power.). you help him transport his aunt’s remains to a hilltop near the castle, the closest thing to home he has. you lay her to rest, conjure a simple headstone, and he just- breaks

all the terror, nerves, and stress of the last few days kept him wrought with tension, and this small mercy is what finally severs the strings holding him upright. he has no blood relatives left to lose, he can feel Anne slipping away, and he can feel Sebastian drifting farther and farther away in his desperation to save his twin. maybe it feels easier, then, crying into the shoulder of a near-stranger as he grieves the family he’s lost and those he’s currently losing

you walk to classes together, occasionally sit next to him at meals, and soon his presence becomes a constant in your life

he slowly lets his guard down as you grow closer. despite his posh exterior he’s perfectly capable of being a little shit (affectionate)

he doesn’t directly cuss, but his silver-tongued insults could rip anyone to shreds

he absolutely pretends to misplace his wand as an excuse to hold onto you. Sebastian sees through the ruse from a mile away, but bites his tongue

his hearing isn’t the only sense that can become painfully overstimulating. he learned early on that certain textures can be overwhelming (particularly scratchy wool, or too-tight dress shirts). you’ve gathered every type of clothing under the sun from the chests you’ve come across on your adventures, so you experiment with the different fabrics, finding ways to get Ominis to touch the fabric and cataloging each reaction. eventually you have a running list of his favorite and least-favorite textures. for christmas you buy him the softest, baggiest sweater from Gladrags. needless to say, he absolutely adores it

speaking of the sweater, he practically lives in it for the duration of Christmas break. it’s an incredibly endearing sight. the sleeves are loose and extend past his arms. the tip of his wand just barely pokes out from the end of his sleeve. when he sits to play piano, they pool gently around his wrists so that he can glide his hands across the keys unperturbed. you catch him asleep on the couch by the fire in the common room. he’s comfortably curled up, nestled into the neck of the sweater and tucking his hands into the sleeves to chase away the chill

likes downplay his fashion sense, but this boy knows exactly how good he looks in every curated outfit. it’s the one thing he’s grateful for learning from the Gaunt household

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis gaunt x you #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort

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mclalan · 5 months ago

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A small estate map of Northeast Wolderness, a wapentake within the County of Humbershire.

Pentascarth Peaks

River Wyn

Bridburn Orchard

Bridburn Abbey

Firley Village

Grinholm Mill

Skunlington Town

Skunlington Castle

Pentascarth Peaks

Pentascarth Peaks is an ancient evergreen woodland that once dominated Wolderness, but centuries of agricultural expansion have driven it back to the five hilltop peaks. Some say that Wyrms slumber within each of the five peaks, while others more accurately claim that the peaks mark the boundary of the Wolderness wapentake.

Both Bridburn Abbey and Skunlington Minster claim rights to the forest, leading to obvious land disputes. But while mortals argue over who owns what, the woods remain home to forgotten, ancient goddesses— though the monastics seem to agree on this being just superstition.

River Wyn

Leading down from Pentascarth Peaks is the River Wyn, cutting through Humbershire on its journey east to the Lyre Estuary. The Wyn boasts giant crabs with some allegedly growing to a formidable fifteen feet. But if you're tempted to go crabbing, beware of the water spirit Catharine Wart, who drags unsuspecting victims beneath the Wyn's currents.

Bidburn Orchard

Nestled within an oxbow is Bridburn Abbey's apple orchard. The monks began with the principle of ora et labora, or 'pray and labour,' but if it also produces apples so delicious and plentiful that kings from across the seas are willing to pay a pretty sum for them, then who are the Valynites to say no? Whether it's Wyn's blessed waters or the lay brothers' tireless work, the orchard certainly hasn't hindered the abbey's rise to fame and fortune. Just don’t get caught scrumping from it, or the monks will have your hand off.

Bridburn Abbey

Bridburn Abbey houses the Valynite Order, which seems more preoccupied with power and business than strictly worship. With extensive landholdings and significant influence in the region, the abbey functions as the principal rural manor of Wolderness. As a result, it has become the largest and wealthiest abbey in all of Humbershire. But beyond just collecting tithes from the surrounding peasants, the monks are skilled in land management, particularly in assarting the land of trees and marshes.

Firley Village

Firley Village, named after the fir trees that once grew in the area, is an agricultural settlement situated on the glebe of Bridburn Abbey.

A large plot of common land lies to the west of the village, while smaller plots are located south on the opposite bank of the River Wyn. While the villagers grow a rotation of barley and vegetables, they're best known for they're prized oxblood-coloured sheep, whose wool appears black but shines red when catching the light. You'd think the village would grow fat from the wealth of this highly sought-after wool, but as the village falls under the manorial holding of the abbey, it is the abbey that reaps the wealth.

Grinholm Mill

Grinholm Mill, a growing hamlet owned by the Rolleston family, offers a much more reasonable miller's toll compared to the one up by Bridburn Abbey. They've become quite popular amongst the peasants of Wolderness, (well at least by miller standards), as well as wealthy. Although they pay their tithe to the abbey like everyone else on this side of the river, they are perceived to have undermined the abbey’s milling soke monopoly—much to the abbey displeasure.

Skunlington Town

Skunlington is a prominent market town, both wealthy and influential, with a history that stretches back to the First Age. It's located behind a small range of hills that shield it from harsh weather and provides a natural defence, with an added Royal Castle on the highest peak for good measure.

The castle is about the only Royal influence in the town however, as Skunlington holds charters that grant it a degree of autonomy from the Crown. The town is governed by a council of Merchant Guild Aldermen in coalition with the Provost of Skunlington Minster. But despite this apparent independence, the town is practically in the pocket of the Archbishop of Humberthorpe, the capital city of Humbershire.

South of Bridburn Abbey, across the River Wyn, lies the land controlled by Skunlington Minster’s estate (marked in purple on the map). The large tract of empty land between Skunlington and Bridburn Abbey is an ongoing contention, as both estates claim it for their own. The bickering has gone on so long that the land has turned fallow. But the biggest source of contention is how Skunlington controls the river toll for use of its docks, with particularly extortionate prices for Bridburn Abbey. Rumour has it that Bridburn Abbey might just build a whole new town of its own, south of Skunlington, just to avoid paying this toll!

Skunlington Castle was strategically built in the First Age atop the highest hill on Pen-y-Skun for its vantage point overlooking the whole of North Wolderness Dale—crucial in the Woodsy War against the pagans. However, these days it’s the Crown's administrative center for Wolderness, run by the Under-Sheriff. Here, secular law is enforced, tasks such as collecting taxes for the Crown, raising levies, chopping off heads, that sort of thing. There’s a lot of overlap with the ecclesiastical courts however, sometimes resulting in collaboration and other times in clashes.

Skunlington Castle

But it’s not all work. The castle also serves as the hub for the gentry afterall, and they're not exactly know for their hard work. So the castle hosts games, jousts, fairs, that sort of thing, and a bed for when the King comes to visit.

#mclalan #art #illustration #autonymus

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vintagerpg · 6 months ago

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Is it still a knock-off if you hire one of the most iconic artists of the place you’re knocking off to do a cover for you? Larry Elmore actually did two Role Aids covers — the next featured on the first Demons box set (and I love it). Little ambivalent about this one, though it does seem to intentionally channel a lot of design work that references both Dragonlance and Forgotten Realms. Like it or not, I enjoy how the Ray Winninger era of Role Aids seems to be intentionally thumbing its nose at TSR in a way the earlier iteration was not.

Anyway, this is A Portal to Adventure (1992). It is more a toolbox for adventures rather than a formal adventure. Think the Task Force Citybooks, or TSR’s site books that would come out a little later on in the ‘90s (Castle Sites, etc). It’s a collection of NPCs, city sites, wilderness sites and an array of new magic items. I love love love books like this.

The NPCs are OK. They’re well realized, but NPCs are not what I would reach for when improvising an adventure. Maybe I have a natural affinity for whipping up NPCs on the fly? I dunno. YMMV. Likewise, the magic items are sturdy but mostly filling in logical gaps in the official D&D lists, for example: a ring of talking to animals, a staff that turns into a snake, a sword that is really good against trolls, and so on.

The sites are great, though, perfect to drop in anywhere in an ongoing game to provide material for a session or two (or more!). There’s a great derelict tower with a hidden treasure room, a pet shop with a sideline in bloodsports, a wizard’s abode in a hollowed out stalactite that hangs over an abyss. The ruined town is pretty great, too, as is the temple of bat worshipers. My favorite, though is the oracle in a broken hilltop that comes complete with a table of cryptic portents. I am going to steal a bunch of these for my game, no doubt about it.

#roleplaying game #tabletop rpg #dungeons & dragons #rpg #d&d #ttrpg #Portal to Adventure #Mayfair Games #Role Aids

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apod · 7 months ago

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2024 July 19

Anticrepuscular Rays at the Planet Festival Image Credit & Copyright: Pavel Gabzdyl

Explanation: For some, these subtle bands of light and shadow stretched across the sky as the Sun set on July 11. Known as anticrepuscular rays, the bands are formed as a large cloud bank near the western horizon cast long shadows through the atmosphere at sunset. Due to the camera's perspective, the bands of light and shadow seem to converge toward the eastern (opposite) horizon at a point seen just above a 14th century hilltop castle near Brno, Czech Republic. In the foreground, denizens of planet Earth are enjoying the region's annual Planet Festival in the park below the Brno Observatory and Planetarium. And while crepuscular and anticrepuscular rays are a relatively common atmospheric phenomenon, this festival's 10 meter diameter inflatable spheres representing bodies of the Solar System are less often seen on planet Earth.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap240719.html

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whencyclopedia · 6 days ago

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A Roman Trail in the Moselle Valley

The Moselle Valley is Germany's oldest winegrowing region. The Romans brought viticulture to this area and planted vines along the Moselle River 2000 years ago. After settling the region c. 50 BCE and establishing the city of Trier (Augusta Treverorum) in 17 BCE, a Gallo-Roman culture developed in the territory of the Belgic Treveri tribe that inhabited the valley in what is now Luxembourg, southeastern Belgium, and southwestern Germany.

Between Trier and the junction with the Rhine at Koblenz, archaeologists have found remains of Roman estates, temples, mausolea, and wine presses. They constitute the largest concentration of Roman ruins north of the Alps.

The Moselle River owes its name to the Romans, who called it Mosella or 'little Meuse'. It is one of the longest of the Rhine's tributaries at 545 kilometres (339 mi). The extensive cultivation of vines on its slopes is well-attested in the poem Mosella written by the 4th-century CE Gallo-Roman poet Ausonius (310-395 CE). Ausonius praises the Moselle for its clear waters, fish, quality vineyards, and people. He dwells on its beauty, which is impressive in the glow of the setting sun.

Here one sees the sky without branches twined together, green and dark, buried in fog, here the brightness of daylight never hides. I saw this land of well-tended fields and estates set on hills and cliffs green with vines and hedges running across the slopes like schoolboys at play and murmuring below in the valley, the Moselle, my new-found river hurried along. The pleasant scene recalled to me my distant home, Bordeaux. May I pay my respects to the river praised by every man working in his field? You bring the honour of empire to Trier.

Ausonius, Mosella (Translation by Harold Isbell, 1965 CE)

The Moselle Valley in the Rhineland-Palatinate and Saarland regions of Germany has majestic landscape, hilltop castles, picturesque villages, vineyards, and savoury wines to draw visitors. The region is also a testament to the Gallo-Roman era north of the Alps, with 100 Roman sights showing aspects of Roman life.

The cross-border cultural route "Straßen der Römer" (Roads of the Romans) connects these sights thanks to well-developed archaeological hiking trails and paths. Impressive reconstructions and excavated sites are waiting to be discovered. Descriptions of archaeological monuments provide walkers with access to a thousand-year-old cultural landscape.

Find the best places to visit in this region with our list of the top Roman attractions in the Moselle Valley. For lesser-known Roman sights and museums, including those in Luxembourg, check our map below.

Roman Villa Borg

The Villa Borg is a reconstructed Roman villa rustica located in the village of Borg in Saarland. The complex illustrates how pleasant life was for the Roman elite 2,000 years ago. Visitors can wander the 7.5-hectare (18-acre) estate and learn about Roman daily life while visiting the fully functional baths, recreated gardens and kitchen, and archaeological museum.

Only the pars dominica, the residential area exclusive to the master (dominus) and his family, has been excavated. Excavation work is being carried out in the area of the pars rustica - the space reserved for servants and workers of the farm - and can be visited during the opening hours of the Villa Borg.

The Villa Borg has a year-round programme of events and festivals, including 'Exclusive bathing evening,' 'Roman wine tasting with the slave Jatros', and 'Cooking like the Romans'.

Opening times: Every day except Monday. February-March: 11:00-16:00, April to October: 10:00-18:00, November 11:00-16:00. December, January closed.

#History #11:00 #Alps #April #WHE #[#]

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