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The Roman goddess

Minatozaki Sana X Male Reader

The museum you are strolling through is called Castel Sant' Angelo. It used to be tomb for the Roman Emperor Hadrian and his family. Now, it's a very well known museum in Rome.

You admire the architecture and the sculptures standing around. The ceilings are quite high. All the walls are painted, the gorgeous colors bringing the ancient scenes to life.

You are not only here for fun though. It started around two years ago. Your career as an author. Until December two years ago, you did write, but it was more for yourself. You finally made your breakthrough with your first novel "The Roman eagle", about a lowly born Roman legionary, who rises through the ranks. You never thought this would make you big. And you didn't expect so many people wanting more. You didn't plan on it, but that one book is slowly turning into a series.

The second book came out at the end of last year. "The curse of Neptune". And now, you are working on your third. Since you didn't plan on writing a series, you have started to introduce several main characters with their own life stories.

You are now sitting on your third part. Not having a title yet, you keep wandering around the museum. You have already written quite a few pages, but the new character you want to introduce is hard to picture. It's supposed to be a woman. A woman, who is deceitful and ambitious, not caring about the ones around her. She only married her husband for his status and is now aspiring to climb the ranks. With or with out him.

You enter another room. The ceiling is high as well. The painted scenes show several different parts of day to day life from the Romans and their gods. The center of the room is reserved for a tall, almost life-size statue. Being an expert in history, especially Roman history, you can tell immediately that that's Venus. The goddess of love.

Wanting to have a closer look, you step forward. But your gaze is caught by the woman who is standing between you and the piece of art, her back turned towards you.

Her posture is flawless and you can't help but admire how straight her back looks, due to the white high heels she is wearing. The black skirt is quite long, almost reaching the floor. As you walk past her right, you see that it has a large slit in the front. Her naked leg is more than just captivating.

Glancing at the statue, you've always wondered how Venus would look like, if she was real. It feels like you might be able to paint a picture now.

The woman's white top is highlighting her chest, the fabric stretching over her tits. The turtle neck and the tied back hair make her look elegant and strict. Like a teacher or a rich man's wife.

Standing next to her, you smell her scent. Definitely flowers. Maybe roses? You were never the flower expert. Would Venus smell like this too? Roses are always considered the flowers of love. The idea doesn't seem too far fetched.

You notice that the young woman is standing quite close to the statue, holding a brochure in her hand. Usually, knowing about history isn't really a great turn on for women. But being in a museum, you might give it a try. She does have that classy look. So maybe she could be interested?

"Art and war should always be studied from a healthy distance."

You see her react. Not her face, since you are still standing two steps behind her, but the slight turn of her head. You could swear the corners of her mouth turned upwards, before she turns back towards the statue.

One step. Two steps. Her heels disrupt the silence in the otherwise empty room.

"A lot of people think that Venus and Aphrodite are the same goddess."

You were able to take a quick peek at the brochure she is holding. The people who work here should do a better job.

"But they have quite a couple of differences."

You wait a couple of moments. She doesn't say something or turns around. But she didn't run, which is at least a good start.

"While Aphrodite is the goddess of love, beauty and sex, Venus has to offer more than just that."

You walk behind the young woman, starting to feel comfortable, talking about a topic you are very familiar with.

"She actually started out as the goddess of gardens and vineyards. Before the Romans merged her with her Greek counterpart. And even then, she represents not just lust and sex. But also motherhood. You could say that she is a more loyal woman."

You glance at the woman, whom you are standing next to now. Her left side profile almost makes you stutter. She really must be a goddess.

Knowing that you might never meet someone like her ever again, you decide to shoot your shot. What's the worst that could happen? She could scream and run away. But it's only the two of you anyway.

"Which form is the one you can more easily identify with? The Roman, or the Greek one?"

You stand next to her, your shoulders almost touching. Turning your head towards her you almost whisper.

"Loyal? Or promiscuous?"

A smirk plays around the brunette's lips. She is not running yet.

But to your huge disappointment, she raises her right arm, her hand on the same hight as her chest. You are only distracted for a second, before you see the golden ring on her finger. It's decorated with a huge diamond in the center and a couple of smaller ones all around.

Of course she is married. A woman like her? Come on. You sigh internally. You should've figured.

"Promiscuous."

You were about to turn around as you hear her sweet voice. It takes you a second to realize what she says.

"I think I would be more like Aphrodite."

Is she saying you still have a shot? Even when she just showed you that she is married?

"Tell me more. I'm not sure if I can make a decision yet."

And she wants you to keep talking?

You take a deep breath, not wanting to screw this up.

"Venus has a more elevated status than Aphrodite. Her arguably most famous human son is Aeneas. The man who established Rome. A lot of emperors' wifes identified with Venus."

You see the woman tug a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.

"And you are saying that the Greek form wasn't as important?"

It's the first time she actually looks at you. Her beautiful features make her look way more elegant than from the side. Her lipstick makes her look stricter than she might usually would. You can tell that she is Asian, but not from which country.

"She was important. But not in the same way as Venus. She did have her own celebrations though."

The brunette is now fully turning towards you. It takes a lot of willpower to not look at her chest. It's almost as if she could sense your struggle. She places her hands on her hips, barely leaning forward. It makes her tits look just a little bigger.

"What kind of celebration?"

Her voice has changed. Until now, she spoke quiet. Just like someone should, while visiting a museum. But she is now whispering. Just like you did before. Her captivating gaze makes you stare into her eyes.

"A big part of the celebrations were Aphrodite's priestesses. The Greeks used a suiting form of worship for the goddess of love."

You take a step closer. Your shoe grazes hers. The smell of roses becomes a little stronger.

"They slept with her priestesses. That's how they worshipped her."

The brunette is unable to hold back her chuckle.

"And you are sure you didn't just make that up?"

For a moment her cute side shines through. She looks adorable when she smiles.

"I didn't. You can look it up."

"I don't want to though. I like listening to you."

"Well..."

You are too surprised to give a good answer. And there is not much more to say about the topic anyways.

The brunette seems to have caught up on that.

"What do you think about worshiping her now?"

"What?"

Your surprised face makes her almost moan out. You looked quite confident while hitting on her. The fact that you are getting shy is a turn on for her.

"There aren't many people here. And I think we should do it in front of the statue. You know? To pay our respects."

A million reasons why you shouldn't do this rush through your head. More than enough to say no. And yet, you can't help but catch yourself, leaning forward.

Your lips meet and you can immediately feel her hands wrap around your back. The kiss turns sloppy very fast. Pure lust and want radiate from her lips.

Once she breaks away, you can see that her lipstick is a little smeared. She seems to have recognized the worry in your eyes.

"Don't worry about my husband. Didn't Aphrodite constantly cheat on hers too?"

She got a point there. She did very much so.

Her lips meet yours once again. And this time your hands start to explore her body as well.

You still can't believe you've managed to come this far. She is probably the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. She could be the human form of the goddess.

"How bad do you want my tits?"

The fact that she caught you doesn't even bother you. Your mind too focused on taking in her flawless body.

"Really bad."

Her lips meet your neck, definitely leaving a hickey there.

"Show me."

You start pulling at the white fabric, getting it out of her skirt. Your hands dive underneath as the brunette locks lips with you again.

The smoothness of her skin is intoxicating. Her tight midriff feels well toned and cared for. Your fingertips reach her bra as you continue your quest.

Her hands are not idle either. You feel one of them opening the button of your pants, while the other has taken a fistful of your shirt. It's as if she is pulling you into her. Her hand sneaks into your pants, her fingers searching for the waistband of your underwear.

At the same time, you've finally gotten rid of her bra. It slides down her clothed frame, before it falls to the ground. It's white.

Her tits feel amazing. They are just as smooth as her skin. You start to knead them, still unable to understand how you got here.

She is a goddess. How are you able to stand in some museum, while you play with her tits? A mystery you don't even want to uncover. Some things are better left unknown.

The brunette's hand has found it's way into your boxers by now. Her slim fingers dance along the length of your shaft.

A moan escapes her lips. It's one of the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard. You didn't know that a person could sound so perfect.

"That cock of yours...."

She trails off, slightly biting your lower lip.

"It feels so big."

Her words make you even harder. A normal reaction to a goddess like beauty telling you that you have a big dick. Something you thought you would never ever experience in your life.

Your hands become a little rougher as your animalistic instincts slowly take over. You never felt so uncontrollable before.

Pinching her nipples, you hope for another moan. You get one. She moans into your mouth, closing her hand around your cock.

"I want this in my mouth."

You feel her pulling away. Your hands regretfully leave her tits and her top. But when she starts to kneel down, a wave of pure happiness washes through your body.

An excited tingle rushes through every fiber of your being as you watch her pulling down your pants. Your boxers following quickly after.

A gasp escapes her mouth, when she sees your cock for the first time.

"My husband isn't even half as big."

With a big smile, her face turns into something very cute. She gives your tip a kiss.

"A cock worthy of fucking my tits."

Her words turn you on even more. Her lips slowly wrap around your tip.

It takes her a while to pick up the pace. But once the brunette is there, her blowjob is quick and effective. You remember that you are still in a museum, standing pants down in front of a statue of Venus.

You are not a very religious person. But in that moment, you pray to that goddess, thanking her for this incredible experience.

Your prayer is interrupted by the brunette's slurping sounds. Her wet blowjob has ruined her lipstick completely by now. She looks so hot with your cock in her mouth. She places both her hands flat on your hips, before starting to fuck her face onto your cock.

You can't help but let out a loud groan, your hand automatically wanders to the back of her head. You don't start to dictate the pace. But you feel her head going a little faster.

With a woman like her, it's obvious that you won't last long. Especially if said woman fucks her face with your cock. You feel your orgasm approaching. The familiar tug in your lower regions makes you groan.

The brunette seems to have felt you twitch inside her mouth. She moves away, letting your dick fall out off her lips.

"You have a very delicious cock, you know?"

Not waiting for an answer, she starts to pull up her top. It's bunched up above her breasts. You are finally able to see them now. They seem perfectly shaped. Flawless like the ones of a goddess. Not too small, but not too big either. Just perfect handfuls.

"Try not to cum so fast."

Her wink turns her into something cute for just a moment. Then, her goddess like aura is back.

You feel her soft mounds wrap around you. She presses them together, making your cock disappear between them. As soon as she seems ready, you start to thrust upwards. You see her bite her lip as your tip appears in her cleavage.

Fucking her tits feels amazing. It feels better than anything you've experienced before. There is no comparison at all. Her soft mounds feel like they are made for you. Her warmth makes you feel hot and horny.

Eventually, she starts to stick out her tongue. It touches your tip whenever you thrust upwards. The new wetness on your tip makes you remember that your orgasm is close. It also helps with sliding trough her chest.

You have to hold onto her hair again, unable to stand by yourself.

"Your cock feels so good."

You hear her sigh as she stares down at it.

She suddenly looks up, opening her mouth, while sticking her tongue out. Her spit slowly starts to drip down her tongue. You watch as she drools all over her own cleavage. Her saliva starts to coat your cock. It makes her tits feel even smoother.

The young woman let's out another moan.

"I bet you would feel so good in my pussy."

You close you eyes, imagining yourself inside of her. The thought alone, almost makes you orgasm.

"My husband is so small, I'm practically a virgin."

She continues her talking, knowing what it does to you.

"I've never felt the pleasure of someone just pounding into me. I want to feel it. I want to feel how you rearrange my guts."

You hiss out, unable to silence the pleasure that is building up in your system. Only a little longer. You only want to hold out a little longer.

"I have such a tight pussy. You would love it."

Your grip in her hair strengthens as you approach your climax.

"That's it. Cum on my tits. Make Venus proud."

You glance at the statue for just a second. It feels like the woman on her knees is the real goddess. A beauty, too much for you to handle.

"I'm gonna cum."

You grunt out, unable to hold on any longer.

"That's good, honey. Cum on my tits. Use them like a canvas."

You groan one last time.

"Give me all of it."

You explode in her cleavage. Your cum hits her throat and chin, while some coats her tits. It feels like this is the strongest orgasm you've ever had. More cum than usual leaves your body.

In the end, her tits are covered in your semen, just like she wanted. Some is dripping down her chin. You see that her hands didn't get away without some, either. A few drops of your cum stain the big diamond on her ring. She notices it as well.

You watch in awe as she starts to lick her ring clean, after letting your spent cock leave her tits.

"Wow. That's a great load."

She scoops up some of your cum with her finger.

"And it tastes good, too."

She licks it off, before looking at you.

"What do you say? Right here? Or a hotel room?"

The option to say no doesn't even enter your brain. Still afraid of getting caught, you choose the hotel.

The brunette gets off her knees. You watch her pull her top down and putting the hem back into her skirt. Slowly, your cum starts to leave wet spots on the fabric. You pick up her bra, offering it to her.

"Keep it. Maybe you are lucky and you can complete the set."

With those words still lingering in your mind, she takes your hand, leading you towards the exit.

You've never head a clear picture of Venus or Aphrodite in your mind. Now you do. It's the woman who is holding your hand, her chest covered with your cum.

The fact that she is taking you to a hotel is making you hard again.

With one last glance at the statue, you finally know how to continue your next book.

The third part "The Roman goddess" will certainly become a bestseller.

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Thank you for the ask. I unfortunately don't have the time to write much more.

The introduction seems a little long to me. Please keep sending short requests guys, I'm trying to shorten the part where I set the scene. With limited success as you can see.

Sana in that outfit definitely deserves a proper story, which I'm unable to write at the moment. I hope you are satisfied with that. I might be able to write the follow up somewhere in the future.

Have a nice day!

[kit-williams]

I don’t think that he’s been showing (much) aggression? He hasn’t tried to grab or attack me. It’s just a lot of very close hovering and helmeted staring when I work with the patient. The patient themself is very comfortable with the marine and calls him all sorts of nicknames. Some of them are strangely cutesy.

Did you know that Astartes purr? Because I didn’t until today. I was helping the patient walk around their home when the Astartes tried to shove his way between the two of us. The patient reached out and patted one of his teal pauldrons, and told them that they were okay. The astartes started purring and then picked up my patient.

It took the patient and me half an hour to convince him to put them down so that they could continue their walking exercises. As for symbols, I don’t see the two-headed eagle, feathered-skull, god marks/stars of chaos or the bat-wings. He does, however, have the Alpha and Omega symbol superimposed on one another on one pauldron, with a green multi-headed snake or dragon on the other. 

Medical Anon

Oh yes they do purr it's very weird if you know what Astartes look underneath their armor but very nice. They make all sorts of noises that you wouldn't think they would make. Though they also can get loud.

OH! You have an Alpha Legion! They are strange Astartes because no one really knows what they are? They refuse to say it but it also means they aren't trusted a lot amongst other Astartes. So according to some Alpha Legionaries can't form bonds but that doesn't mean he's no less part of the family.

He will probably be very mistrusting of you but if the patient can keep him in line that might ease his distrust. I understand your worry given how some people experience pain and given how fast Astartes can react a lot of them are attack first figure things out later. You should be fine just make sure to tell him what you're doing at the very least. They are hyper intelligent you know.

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Any good non fic recommendations?

That depends on your interests, of course. I'm particularly interested in the Roman Empire at the transition point from Republic to Empire (which could also explain my enjoyment of Warhammer, but there may be other reasons for that). And here especially military and everyday culture. I'm less interested in politics, but of course a lot of private matters were also political at that time.

Although I have to admit that this point in time is very soft and fluid. I'm just as interested in the Bellum Sociale and the whole Sulla/Marius tragedy as I am in the later British campaigns. I'm really not being very scholarly here.

A few good books for starters here are:

SPQR by Mary Beard. A quick and easy read and a tour de force through roman history from the kings to the fall of the emperors. I found it entertaining, but you should start with it, since if you are already deeper into the subject it doesn't offer much new insight.

A few books by my favourite experimental archaeologist, Marcus Junkelmann. I don't know if his books were translated into English, though. This guy builds and uses all the equipment he and his colleagues dig up! He marched across the Alps and along the Limes in legionary equipment, fought as a gladiator (various styles) and trained military horses the way the roman legion did. He's fucking awesome!

Gladiatoren. A very in depth look on the equipment, its ties to the development of military weapon and armour from the same time and on the living conditions of gladiators. Very good! If you can read/understand German, this book's a must have!

Die Reiter Roms, part one to three by the same author. So many details, so much context for archaeological finds! So many practical tests! Loved that. If you want to know why a letter from London to Rome took only a week in the first century? This is your book! Interested in the mounted police of the north-eastern border? This book.

A lighter read: 24 hours in Ancient Rome by Philip Matyszak. Exactly this. A whole day at augustinian Rome. With all the religious, mundane and political stuff that happened. You want to know more about roman firefighters? The system of political influence? Medical treatments for the poor? That's your book!

Some more military history: Roman Britain's Missing Legion - What really happened to IX Hispana by Simon Elliott. So much detective work and a lot of context, especially with the fleets, too. Liked that!

That's just a small slice of the cake - that field is vast and so much fun.

But if you are interested in some very good military fiction (backed by the most recent archaeological finds - so constantly changing, I'm afraid), you should absolutely take a look at the "Under the Eagle" series by Simon Scarrow. Very Warhammer in its own way. Great characters! The hard-ass Centurio Macro and the survivor of roman palace politics, young scribe-turned-Optio Cato become unlikely friends. And have lots of adventures. Blood and stuff.

And here's some roman AU Lucius as a treat.

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Roman Coin - Gold Aureus of Augustus C. 19 BC

Obverse: portrait of Augustus. Reverse: SIGNIS RECEPTIS. Mars, the god of war, holding a legionary eagle and standard, referring to the great diplomatic achievement, and morale boost for Rome, when Augustus managed to negotiate with the Parthian king the return of the battle standards lost in three earlier campaigns.

Caesar Augustus (born Gaius Octavius; 23 September 63 BC – 19 August AD 14), also known as Octavian, was the founder of the Roman Empire; he reigned as the first Roman emperor from 27 BC until his death in AD 14 The reign of Augustus initiated an imperial cult as well as an era associated with imperial peace, the Pax Romana or Pax Augusta, in which the Roman world was largely free of armed conflict aside from expansionary wars and the Year of the Four Emperors. The Principate system of imperial rule established by Augustus lasted until the Crisis of the Third Century.

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Coin of the Day #3 (5/7/2024)

How about a legionary issue for the day of Mars?

Roman Province - Egypt

BI/Potin Tetradrachm - 20mm 7.36g

Numerian 284 AD

Alexandria Mint

Obverse A K M A NOYMEPIANOC CEB

Bust of Numerian right, laureate, draped, cuirassed

Reverse ΛΕΓ Β ΤΡΑΙ LΓ

Eagle standing left, head right, wreath in beak (Legio II Traiana issue)

RPC X 75876

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Aureus of the Roman emperor Septimius Severus, founder of the Severan dynasty, minted in 193 CE to mark Septimius' elevation to the purple. On the obverse, the laureate bust of Septimius, identified as L(UCIUS) SEPT(IMIUS) SEV(ERUS) PERT(INAX) AUG(USTUS) (Septimius styled himself the avenger of Pertinax, who had been murdered by the Praetorian Guard earlier that year). On the reverse, a Roman eagle between two legionary standards, with an inscription honoring Legio XIIII (XIV) Gemina Martia Victrix, the legion that had first proclaimed Septimius emperor. Photo credit: Classical Numismatic Group, Inc. http://www.cngcoins.com

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Necro AU: Character Profile - Aldehan Adler

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Title: General Belligerent 

Affiliation: The Legion 

Name: Aldehan Adler

Race: Undead

Sex: Male

Age: Over 400, died at 37.

Nationality: Mondstadtian

Height: 184 cm

Short description: One of the most prominent generals of The Legion. A liche of notable age, Aldehan Adler originates from a time when the Lawrence Clan was still in power in Mondstadt. Champion of Qablu, The Bearer of War. 

Long description: Aldehan Adler, despite his considerable age, remains to be one of the best generals to ever lead Beleth's armies. His death toll stands in number beyond counting, and the creatures he and his elite regiment of ancient undead killed would make a disturbingly long list. Being one of the most strict and ruthless commanders earned him the respect of veterans and the fearfulness of new recruits. Throughout history his training programmes gave rise to the most powerful Legionaries Umbra can offer, the most recent addition being the mortal nuisance named Sakurai Denki, a creation of Sunqu. His men are hardened in the flames of thousands of conflicts, resulting in low casualties, unbreakable discipline, and complete lack of remorse. With enough time, Adler can make anyone into a killing machine, willingly following The Great One's every order. 

Visual appearance: Tall skeleton, clad in heavy armor. A characteristic dent in the jawbone, related to his death. Red hood over his skull, topped off with a crown. The hood extends into a thin cloak, with the Eye emblem woven in the middle with golden thread. Thick leather gloves, high, solid leather boots. Double belts with a simple clamp. Sheathed sword always on the hip, fully exposed. When engaged in combat, Adler summons a banner in his left hand, bearing the mark of his unit - an ascending eagle. 

Personality: Charismatic, but ruthless. Cynical with a notable lack of empathy for the living. Great leader preferring to command from the field rather than a safe tent. Believes that the general's presence among the ranks, as well as fighting among them, boosts morale more than anything. Cares for those under his command. He will go to the Abyss itself for them, and they will willingly follow. Prone to brutality in combat, and lack of mercy afterwards. His word is law for his troops. Devout believer in The Necro Archon. 

Model: Tall Undead 

Rarity: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Vision: Necro

Weapon: Sword 

Constellation: Gladius Mortis

Normal Attack: Qablian Bladework - Command

Performs up to 5 slashes with his sword, dealing PHYS DMG. 

Charged Attack: Strikes his banner into the ground, dealing AoE PHYS DMG and calling all summoned units to him. 

Plunge Attack: Strikes from above with his banner, impaling it into the ground and dealing AoE PHYS DMG. 

Elemental Skill: Unholy Summoning

Press: Adler points the sword towards the nearest enemy, and sacrifices 15% of his MAX HP to summon a Wight. 

Hold: Adler waves his banner, disbanding all summons. When a summon is disbanded within 5 seconds of being summoned and does not take any damage, Adler receives all of the spent HP back. 

A total of 3 Wights can be summoned at a time.

For every summon present on the field, Adler's Max HP is decreased by 15% until the summon is either disbanded or dies in combat.

Wights have a lifespan of 30 seconds, and can be summoned only in combat. Upon leaving combat, the Wights are disbanded. 

Wights' stats are based on a percentage of Adler's stats, including HP, DEF, and ATK. DMG% BONUS, CRIT RATE and CRIT DMG remain identical to Adler's. 

Wights will attack opponents in melee, attracting their attention. They count as summons, meaning that even bosses and Traunce Bosses will attack them. Bosses will still prioritize the player if they are within reach. 

Wights are disbanded once Aldehan Adler falls. 

Skill CD: 25.0 seconds. 

Note: All summons persist even if the summoner isn't the active character.

Voiceover: Press: "To me!"  Press: "Rally!"  Press: "Arise!"  Hold: "Withdraw!"  Hold: "Stand down!"  Hold: "They're mine!" 

Encyclopedia: Wight

Wights are the backbone of the Necro Archon's armies. Too weak or just not fit to join the Legion, they serve as the anvil to the hammer of cavalry, more elite troops and ranged units. Most are very loyal, but their cores limit their capability to question or resist the Great One. Their average age doesn't usually exceed a hundred years. With decent armor, good training and high quality weapons, Wights hold the line for other troops to deliver the killing blow. 

Pros:

+ High HP + Good DEF + Armor + Shield + Ranged attack - a javelin throw every 10.0 seconds + Good lifespan

Cons:

- Weak ranged attack  - Slow speed - Low ATK - Melee attacks can’t reach floating enemies - When destroyed with Pyro, the Wight will explode, dealing damage to everyone around

Voiceover: Summoned: "At your command."  Summoned: "Your will?"  Summoned: "Lead us." Kill: "Feed the worms!"  Kill: "For The Great One!"  Kill: "Die!" 

Elemental Burst: Death March

Adler places down his banner, creating a Banner of Slaughter. All summons within the radius of Banner of Slaughter gain Necro infusion. A knockback occurs, dealing Necro DMG. 

Once per 3.0 seconds, spawns a Skeleton. A max of 20 Skeletons can exist at the same time. 

Skeletons have a lifespan of 10.0 seconds. 

All summons within Banner of Slaughter’s radius have their lifespans refreshed every 1.0 seconds. 

Banner of Slaughter duration: 15.0 seconds 

Banner of Slaughter range: 30 meters

Energy cost: 80

Banner of Slaughter cooldown: 30.0 seconds.

Animation: The camera zooms into Adler's face. The white points in his eyes glow bright red. Adler lifts his banner above his head and strikes it into the ground, with the camera zooming out to capture the ghostly shapes of soldiers behind him. 

Voiceover: “Weaklings, bow before His might!” “Stand with me, or perish!” “Cull the weak, slay the strong!” “Cravens, they flee before us!”

Encyclopedia: Skeleton

Skeletons are the weakest troops at the Necro Archon’s disposal. Their mental capacity is limited to executing orders, with no trace of sapience. They perform mundane and repetitive jobs like work in the mines, farming or guard duties. Their combat use is rare, since their lackluster skills make placing cores inside them a waste of time, resources and Necro energy that could be spent on creating Wights. Despite this, they are cheap and easy to summon en masse as meat shields for more valuable troops, temporary protection for liches and necromancers or for flooding enemy positions. They fare decently against weak and average fighters, making up for their temporary nature. 

Pros: 

+ High ATK + Shielded + Summoned in high numbers + Doesn’t explode upon death by Pyro + Fairly fast

Cons: 

- Low DEF - Low HP - Low lifespan - No ability to attack floating enemies - No ranged attack

Skeletons don’t feature voice lines. 

Passive I: Forged In Bloodshed

Equips Wights with heavy armor, granting them +60% DEF. Their shields are steel-plated, making them unburnable. 

Passive II: Call The Dead

When a living, humanoid enemy is killed during the duration of Banner of Slaughter, a Skeleton is spawned. Extends the lifespan of Skeletons by 2.0 seconds. 

Passive III: Sacking

When Aldehan Adler is in the team, Mora dropped from enemies has a 1000% multiplier. Mora obtained from chests has a 300% bonus. When Aldehan Adler opens a Ley Line: Blossom of Wealth, he obtains 25% additional Mora.

Bonus Ability: Necromantic Mastery

Replaces the special dish ability. When Adler crafts a Summoning Schematic, he has a 20% chance of obtaining double the product. 

Encyclopedia: Summoning Schematics

Summoning Schematics are craftable gadgets that allow the player to summon a Necro entity to aid them in combat, at the cost of a portion of the summoner’s MAX HP. They have a cooldown of 300.0 seconds. 

Constellation I: Flood of Death 

On activation of Death March, three Skeletons are spawned. Increases the spawn frequency from 3.0 seconds to 2.0 seconds.

Constellation II: Unending Warfare

The MAX HP penalty for casting Unholy Revival is decreased by 5%. Wights gain a 10.0 seconds increase in their lifespan. 

Constellation III: Desecration

Increases the level of Unholy Revival by 3. 

Constellation IV: Violent Delight

When a summon kills an enemy, Adler gains 10 Energy and 15% of his MAX HP as healing. 

Constellation V: Ruthless Discipline

Increases the level of Death March by 3. 

Constellation VI: Sustained by Slaughter

When a summon kills an enemy, their lifespan is reset. 30% of DMG dealt by summons is returned to them as healing. 

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[natalieironside]

When Augustus wasn't looking, Arminius, son of Sigemundus, stole 3 legionary eagles

He stole 3 eagles

That's as many as three ones

And that's terrible

[normally0]

From Bubble to Cage: Hans Hollein's Architectural Journey and the Necessity of Security in Assessing Rome

Hans Hollein's conceptual journey from the transparent bubble mobile office to the gilded bird cage reflects not only a transformation in architectural vision but also a profound commentary on societal shifts and the complexities of modern work environments. Initially, with his proposal of the transparent bubble mobile office, Hollein epitomized the optimism of the 1960s, envisioning a future where technology would liberate individuals from the confines of traditional workplaces. This vision celebrated freedom and flexibility, allowing professionals to work from any location, untethered by the constraints of a fixed office space. However, as time progressed and societal dynamics evolved, Hollein's perspective seemed to adapt to a more nuanced understanding of the implications of technological advancement. The transition to conceptualizing the mobile office as a gilded bird cage suggests a maturation of thought, recognizing that while technological innovation offers unprecedented opportunities for mobility and connectivity, it also presents new challenges and complexities. The metaphor of the gilded cage evokes the idea of luxury and comfort juxtaposed with limited freedom. In the context of remote work and digital environments, the gilded cage represents the paradox of working from home—a space that offers convenience and comfort but may also impose constraints on personal freedom and creativity. Moreover, the symbolism of the barn swallow, Austria's national bird, adds another layer of significance to Hollein's narrative. The barn swallow, known for its migratory nature and adaptability to various environments, serves as a poignant symbol of mobility and resilience. The choice to echo the barn swallow in this image reflects an awareness of the need for architects to adapt to changing landscapes and embrace innovative solutions while remaining grounded in cultural identity and heritage. Furthermore, the reference to a proposed Pantheon bird cage and the historical significance of symbols like the aquila and the eagle, adds another layer of depth to Hollein's narrative. The Pantheon, with its architectural marvels and historical significance, serves as a reminder of the enduring legacy of Rome and the importance of preserving cultural heritage. The symbolism of the aquila, representing imperial rule and military honour, underscores the timeless human quest for security and protection, both physically and ideologically. In the context of assessing Rome, the necessity of security for the architect becomes paramount. Just as the Roman legionaries went to great lengths to protect their standards, architects today must navigate a complex landscape of competing priorities, balancing the preservation of cultural heritage with the need for innovation and adaptation. Hollein's evolution from envisioning a transparent bubble mobile office to conceptualizing of it as a gilded bird cage reflects this ongoing tension between tradition and progress, security and freedom, reminding us of the enduring relevance of historical context in shaping contemporary architectural discourse.

[youllalwaysfindyourwaybackhome]

(16/75) The Roman Road - Thomas Hardy

The Roman Road runs straight and bare

As the pale parting-line in hair

Across the heath. And thoughtful men

Contrast its days of Now and Then,

And delve, and measure, and compare;

Visioning on the vacant air

Helmed legionaries, who proudly rear

The Eagle, as they pace again

The Roman Road.

But no tall brass-helmed legionnaire

Haunts it for me. Uprises there

A mother's form upon my ken,

Guiding my infant steps, as when

We walked that ancient thoroughfare,

The Roman Road.

[impeccablenest68]

SPQR Tattoo Meaning: Unveiling the History and Symbolism Behind This Iconic Design - Impeccable Nest

Design Elements of SPQR Tattoo Meaning of Different SPQR tattoo Designs and InterpretationsSPQR tattoo InsigniaSPQR tattoo BannerRoman Legionary HelmetRoman Eagle and SPQR tattooSPQR with Laurel WreathColosseum with SPQRRoman Legion FormationRoman Gods and SPQRRoman Numerals and SPQRSPQR with Roman Symbols SPQR tattoo Insignia SPQR tattoo Banner Roman Legionary Helmet Roman Eagle and SPQR tattoo SPQR with Laurel Wreath Colosseum with SPQR - oq78s0qu74

[demigodkin-diana-amazones]

MY MAIN DEMIGOD ATTRIBUTES:

-BOW & ARROW:

An enchanted bow and arrow that grants me the magical ability to fly. It can shoot flaming or explosive arrows from around a kilometre away. I can spin it like a helicopter propellor to temporarily levitate.

-EAGLE:

An imperial/golden eagle named Sporades. My watch-guard.

-PEGASUS:

A firey pegasus called Phoenix. Accompanies me on my travels.

OTHER: MY MILITARY ARMOUR & EQUIPMENT:

GAUNTLETS OF DESTRUCTION:

Steel gloves with claws and the magical ability to destroy anything. They also can catch on fire and shoot it when in rage or at will, in battle. Also, they have joints, so you can move your fingers in them.

GLADIUS:

Roman sword. My one is celestial bronze. It can catch on fire when in rage or at will, in battle. It has an eagle and wolf embossed on the handle. It also has a Roman motto engraved in the blade (something like, 'Pater Mavors vilige', 'For Rome', 'Roma invicta/victrix', 'Death is sweet in self-sacrifice', 'I'll take your soul', etc.). You can see the souls of Rome's enemies being trapped and tortured, in Tartarus, within my blade. You can also hear their screams from it.

PILUM:

A Roman spear, which was used by the legions.

SHIELD:

Round celestial bronze shield with Medusa's face embossed on it. Has the magical ability to turn enemies who look at it to stone. It can also clone itself and make a shield-wall. Also, it can reflect a bright light to temporarily blind ememies.

CAPE:

Purple or Burgandy/wine-coloured cape, which drapes from brooches on shoulders. Has the magical ability to blow the wind around it to make itself look more legendary. It makes the undead Roman ghosts' voices whisper curses/hatred towards their enemies, through the wind.

BROOCHES:

Golden sun-shaped brooches with wavy sun-rays.

ANGEL WINGS:

Large black angel wings that instinctively appear when I am falling.

ROMAN ARMOUR:

1. LORICA MUSCULATA:

Brown leather muscular torso armour. My one has an eagle/lion face on the chest, laurel branches on the collar-bones and rearing stallions on the ribs-all of which are embossed and made of celestial bronze.

2. LORICA SEGMENTATA:

Plated Roman armour. My one is made of silver steel with gold brass edges. As soon as I will my lorica segmentata to appear, it falls from the aether, onto my body-one plate at a time, until it fully forms.

ARM-CUFFS:

Elbow-high celestial bronze arm-cuffs, which can deflect missiles, including bullets and asteroids. Once my arms are crossed, they can shoot a column of fire or a lightning bolt.

GRIEVES:

Celestial bronze lower-leg armour. Has the ability to give more fatal kneeing.

BOOTS:

Brown leather knee-high boots with nail soles. Has the magical ability to cause earthquakes by marching. Can really kick ass.

SHOULDER-PADS:

Imperial shoulder pads with brown leather straps hanging from the shoulders.

TUNIC:

Red/purple wool/cotton/polyester knee-length tunic with elbow-length sleeves.

CINGULUM:

Brown leather Roman military belt with studded straps hanging from the front.

NECKLACE:

SPQR eagle necklace.

TATTOO:

SPQR phoenix tattoo.

TIARA:

Wonder-woman tiara. Has the magical ability to protect the head from weapons.

-WHISTLE:

-Eagle beak whistle attached to a necklace. It has the magical ability to summon my spirit animal companions, even from the other side of the world.

ROMAN HELMETS:

1. Roman General helmet with a red double-crest (two crests).

2. Roman legionary helmet-sometimes with red feathered wings on the sides.

HAIR-STYLE:

Black warrior braid with Jewish fringe (a strand of hair framing each side of the face).

NOTES:

-My armour and military equipment can appear from the aether (ethereal air of the gods), at will.

-I usually don't wear my helmet, because I prefer showing my hair.

-The lion on my leather armour represents courage and ferociousness. The eagle represents vigilance, determination and The Roman Empire. The laurel branches represent power and imperialness. The horses represent unmercy, relentlessness, destruction, strength and stamina.

-I got my SPQR phoenix tattoo burnt into my arm when I touched a tree and a phoenix symbol burned into its trunk. I think that it could have been a sign from Mars that he is claiming me.

-I got my bow and arrow from the sky. It fell from the sky and I caught it. I think that it might have been a gift for me from the gods.

[mocsmarket]

Gaius Julius Caesar (in Latin: Gaius Iulius Caesar; Rome, 13 July 101 BC or 12 July 100 BC – Rome, 15 March 44 BC) was a military man, consul, dictator, maximum pontiff, orator and Roman writer, considered one of the most important and influential characters in history. It had a fundamental role in the transition of the system of government from the republican to the imperial form. He was dictator (dictator) of Rome at the end of 49 BC, in 47 BC, in 46 BC with ten-year tenure and from 44 BC as a perpetual dictator, and for this reason Suetonius considered the first of the twelve Caesars, later synonymous with the Roman emperor. The aquiliferous (in Latin: aqvilifer, derives from eagle and literally “the one who wears the eagle” also recognized as “the eagle in person”) was the soldier charged with bringing the eagle of the Roman legions into battle, which all the soldiers had to protect even at the cost of their lives. The eagle was in fact the most precious the legion had and its loss was considered an immense misfortune. He was part of that small group of sub-officers called principales. The gladiator was a particular fighter of ancient Rome. The name derives from gladio, a small short sword very often used in combat. The practice of duels between gladiators comes from Etruria and, like many other aspects of Etruscan culture, this was also adopted by the Romans. Its origin is to be connected to the institution of the so-called munus, a “duty”, an “obligation”, a private munificence to provide a service or a contribution to its community. In ancient Rome, I munera were therefore public works for the good of the Roman people by wealthy and high-ranking subjects. The munera instead differed from the Ludi, “games”, state-sponsored shows. The munera gladiatoria, in particular, have been expenses of your rights, they have been spent on occasions of particular circumstances, for example, they were slaves on the occasion of the funeral of some relative. The winnings are ordinary, expected on the occasion of certain holidays, or extraordinarily to celebrate special occasions. The Black General is inspired by the Emperor Commodus made history by his extravagance, cruelty and depravity. Hated by the whole politics for his acting as a despot, he did not excel in the art of war but gained the consensus of the army by lavishing large sums of money and that of the people fighting with gladiators in clearly made-up encounters. His end was at the hands of his master of struggle who knew that he obviously knew the real value. The Roman Captain, a fundamental point of connection between the simple troops and the elite of the generals, he issued orders directly on the battlefield. It was also essential to maintain the discipline and respect of the generals that were often seen more like politicians. Fearsome and fast in battle were feared even within Rome itself, thanks to theirs long red cloak they were able to hide sharp white weapons to perform in secret and in silence the will of the empire. The centurion (in Latin centurio; hekatontarchos; which Polybius also defines ordinum ductor) was one of the ranks of the chain of command in the Roman army, at the head of a centuria, comparable to the modern intermediate officers (like the captains at the head of a company). Are you a fan of Ancient Rome? What are you waiting for, build the Centurion now and start creating your own army! The Roman legionary was the infantryman who was part of the Roman legion. The Romans had to deal with various populations that adopted different methods of combat, this influenced both the organization and the structure of the legion, and the type of armament used. he has always been a source of inspiration and a model from the military point of view for his abilities, his experience and efficiency. In this voice the life of the legionary of ancient Rome is treated from the moment of his recruitment to leave, and the complex evolving is analyzed of armament from the monarchic era to the crisis of the empire.

Are you a fan of Ancient Rome? What are you waiting for, build now and start creating your own army! You choose who will be part of it, as a quantity and as a hierarchical order, have fun collecting them all! Pack Lego® Custom Kit n.3 included: n.1 Julius Caesar n.1 The aquiliferous n.1 The Gladiator n.1 Black General n.1 Roman Captain n.1 Centurion n.1 Legionary PCS: 941 (Original Lego® bricks) PDF instructions Designed by A. Pongetti For more information on order fulfillment deadlines, visit Shipping info The photos are purely indicative, the final product could have small variations based on the availability of the pieces on the market. For more information visit www.mocsmaker.com #legocustominstructions #legoinstructions #lego #legomoc #legomocs #moc #iinstructions #custom #legocustom #mocs #mocsmarket

[legatiuslanate]

Legionaries run about, firing their weapons haphazardly into the night, desperate and angry. Their numbers dwindle. They are fighting for their lives.

Lanius stands amidst the chaos, leading legionaries forward, trying to bring some order to the battlefield.

They are dying all around him. Their bodies litter the ground. He is surrounded by death. He is surrounded by failure.

He warily raises his hand and signals the retreat. The legionaries fall back, running and screaming amidst the explosions and gunfire. Lanius watches them go. They are retreating in complete disarray. They are running in all directions, some of them even going towards the Eagles lines.

It is a pitiful display.

Lanius clenches his fists in frustration. The Legion is doomed to go back East.

He has never faced defeat like this before. He has never failed the Legion before. He had always been successful in his conquests. He had always been victorious.

But not this time. This time, he has failed. This time, he has been humiliated.

He will make the Eagles pay for this.

He will make them suffer.

tl:dr for people that don’t want to read and are going to miss out on the details and run the high risk of not actually understanding what’s happening in the battle: ncr, rogues, eagles and coalition attack the Legion controlled mojave outpost

The Siege of the Mojave Outpost, and what will be the last major battle of the war in the Mojave is finally about to take place.

30 formations of 3 Eagles helicopters (one Huey, one Vertibird, one AH-1 each) descend upon the heavily fortified Mojave Outpost, the last remnant of the once glorious Legion occupied territory.

Chinooks and Vertibirds carrying cargo containers, Sheridan tanks, and artillery pieces move towards the Outpost from the Strip, followed by two AC-130s the JCS had flown in for CAS.

At HELIOS ONE, Eagles artillery cannons begin an hour long barrage of saturation bombardment directed at the outpost.

The 8’th Tactical Fighter Squadron is going out in full force- the First Wing is having the time of their lives dropping high explosives on the fortified Mojave Outpost, shredding AA guns with ARMs and main guns, destroying Vertibirds and crude fighter planes, all while dancing and weaving through AA fire and SAM missiles.

The three fighter jets of the Crimson Rogues fire missiles and guns at various targets, doing the same, except in a very... flashy and flowy style that still gets the job done.

Patton tanks, logistics trucks, jeeps and APCs drive from the HELIOS ONE garrison through Novac and Primm which is now friendly territory of the Eagles’ new ally the NCR, and proceed down the road to the Mojave Outpost at high speed.

CIA and Sierra agents plant directional anti-vehicle mines and Claymores along various routes the Legion’s logistics team could possibly take to reinforce their position at the outpost, and sabotage AA gun radars, telephone boxes and firing mechanisms with thermite grenades to hamper AA efforts.

Four NCR Vertibirds soar across the desert towards the stronghold with Veteran Rangers and Sierra operatives armed with CBJ-MS firearms, unlicensed and once highly classified copies of Sierra Madre holorifles and NCR replicas of M56 Smartgun HMGs, assigned to assault teams of three, sniper squads of two and gun squads of two armed with a smartgun and assault carbine.

30 P-51 Mustangs, 8 C-119 Flying Boxcars, 12 F-86 Sabre fighter jets, and 15 B-29 bombers operated by the New Mexico Coalition (their state flag painted over the USAF logos) fly at low altitude above Novac, causing their residents to panic, and anyone that fought in the Korean War to have flashbacks.

B-52 Stratofortresses operated by the 2nd Bomb Wing travel towards the Outpost, flying over Novac (much to the consternation of Boone, which is feeling the effects of becoming an involuntary planespotter.)

The Reaper’s Sprint, with Phillips, Maynard, Kyle and Jacob (pilot, offensive weapons specialist, defensive weapons specialist and copilot respectively) soars in the sky in formation with two other B-1 bombers, labelled Skirtboy Shredder and Femboy’s Nightmare.

They show some well drawn but rather graphic images of a German Shephard shredding the Pteruges of a Legionnaire a la Coppertone ad, and a image of Vulpes on all fours facing the viewer while taking a MK82 bomb up the ass respectively.

NCR troopers wielding M16s and modified assault carbines with full auto fire ride in trucks, transport Vertibirds and APCs operated by the NCR towards the Outpost.

Legionnaire field mortar teams rush out with field mortars, and the howitzer artillery pieces become quickly manned as soon as the base siren goes off.

The Cobras fire their missiles, miniguns and rocket pods at targets, and the B-1s and Stratofortresses drop their payloads, flattening what hasn’t been flattened (tin buildings and crude airstrips) by the bombardments and leaving fire and devastation in it’s wake.

Ramshackle Legion fighters based on WW2 fighter aircraft and Vertibirds take off in the chaos, and try to intercept the bombers- only to be assaulted by the NMC P-51s. Although they nail one or two Mustangs in the fighting, many more are taken out by the Coalition pilots or whatever fighter wing happened to be within range at that time.

Mortar teams dash across the battlefield shooting shells of death at each other’s unseen yet esrimated position, and artillery cannons at the Outpost are swiftly brought out of commission by HELIOS howitzers.

Hueys and Vertibirds land on nearby mountains and fields, with droves of infantry disembarking among hails of Legion gunfire (for all of 30 seconds before an A-10 gun run reduces the machinegunners to thick red dusty paste speckled with metal.)

Machine gunners wielding CBJ-MS or M60s (including Sarah’s squad) lay suppressive fire against any infantry they see and occasionally try to kill each other using grenade launchers.

Pattons, Sheridans and whatever’s left of the Legion fleet duke it out, lobbing tank shells and HEAT rockets at each other. Troopers, Marines, Soldiers and their attack dogs (military cyberdogs in the case of the Eagles) disembark from APCs and while taking cover, fire LAW launchers at Legion tanks, which more or less instantly kills the crews inside. They also trade fire with Legion forces while making their way into the safety of the garrison’s trench network, blast Legionnaires with shotguns and send their fur missiles racing down trenches.

Legion AA guns and NMC M19 MGMCs light the flare-lit night up with hundreds of tracer rounds that hit basically nothing with the exception of the occasional helicopter or Mustang, while Eagles VADS systems fire short bursts of explosive sabots that utterly disintegrate whatever aircraft they shot at.

The 7’th Calvary Regiment and 2’nd Artillery Division, the historical reenactors of Siege of Alamogordo fame begin an assault with the NCR troopers, using gatling guns, Springfield rifles, calvary, and blackpowder cannons to provide an opening for NCR forces to move in.

82nd Airborne paratroopers (three squadrons) jump out of C-130s and make their drop in Legion territory behind the outpost, while NCR forces from the nearby garrison also take the fight to logistics teams.

Marine Scout Snipers, First Recon and snipers of the 75’th Rangers take positions on crests and the mountains surrounding the outpost, aiming for limbs, hydraulics units and firing explosive rounds at vehicle engine blocks and artillery pieces to sow confusion and panic in the Legionnaires.

Patton tanks with APCs following behind ram through the chain link fencing and concertina wire barriers. Their doors swing open and at least 15 screaming Crimson Rogues soldiers clad in handcrafted reinforced T-51 power armor holding MG42s on swivel mounts charge out and lay fire on Legionnaires taking defensive positions, utterly tearing their bodies to shreds, while at least 30 more Rogues infantry with assault rifles take up positions with the power armor elites in squads of three.

Reprogrammed sentry bots, Mister Gutsies, some securitrons and like three protectrons make their way towards the frontlines, with tank shells and sniper shots instantly taking out everything that isn’t a sentry bot.

A bright flash of light occurs as a beam from ARCHIMEDES II drops down from space and reduces a Legion platoon entering the complex into shadows on the hardpan.

The scrap metal statues at the Outpost has been annihilated by the saturation bombing and tank assault, leaving metal shards and fragments everywhere.

More Legion tanks and supply trucks try making their way to the fortress as dire reinforcement, only to be turned to flaming wrecks by the rotary cannons and artillery guns of the just-arrived AC-130s, or pulverized by a singular A-10 dancing across the skies.

Alarmed Mojave Brotherhood scouts run horrifying news of the battle back to the bunker, alarming McNamara as to how cutthroat and horrifying (to outsiders) the battle has become.

An orchestra of gunfire, explosions, diesel engines, helicopters, sonic booms, buzzing, artillery and orders and screams of agony from all sides sets the backdrop soundtrack of the battle.

Music for NCR, NMC, Eagles, Legion and Rogues respectively (optional)

Quests are Eagles, Wastelander, NCR, Legion, NMC, and Rogues respectively

boone mod likes to be left alone so I won’t tag them

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Limes by Giuseppe Rava