Rome: Imperial Eagle Prologue [MA]

God-Splitter · 07-03-2008, 04:08 AM

Hot off the press people! So watch out for protential grammar errors!

ROME

Imperial Eagle

Prologue

August XIV, 258 A.D. ROME

The Balneum's doors swing open with such ferocity and speed, that it could only be the doing of a Son of Mars. The sound of the large metal doors hitting the marble walls of the beautiful bath echoed like a thunderbolt from Jupiter himself. The servants stood, frozen in place; dropping various fruits and expensive wine on the wet floor from the sudden stop. It was a disciplined man, clad in Lorica Segmentata Armor, an armor field by Rome's vast Legions and her Generals. His crimson red cape dragged against the wet floor as he strides around the large bath. His eyes were glued to the obese, gluttonous, vice-filled man floating in front him. He stopped in his tracks as the obese man began swimming towards him, similar to the large Hippopotamuses he had seen in Africa during his campaigns years ago. Standing there, he dared not speak, not without a command, at less not in the presences of the most powerful man in all of the Rome. The obese man swam in till he was close enough to kiss his toes, only then backing off a feet or two. Floating there, the obese man dared not yell at his actions, not with rage, at less not to Rome's finest Champion.

“What matter has brought you here to disturb me Pollio?”

“Your Majesty, two Cohorts? Aetius called for Nine Legions!” Pollio thundered, like a Lion would fighting for meat. Several servants disappear into their chambers, fearing for their lives and what was going to happen.

A look of disbelief, and rising angry crept into the face of the obese man. His skin began to boil, turning red not from the temperature of the water, but at Pollio's lack of respect.

“DON'T YOU EVER RAISE YOUR VOICE AT-”

“Your Majesty, if Flavius Aetius' Army is destroyed in Alesia, we will lose all of Gaul! The Roman Empire would be open for a wide spread invasion from the North AS WE KNOW IT.”

The obese man rose up, his large size parting the waters of the bath like the Greek sea monster Scylla rising from the sea. Boldly the nude man approached Pollio, grabbing him by the neck.

“Do you think your Emperor is a fool?” he whispered, before pushing Pollio against the wall.

“Flavius Aetius' army of 35,000 is entrenched in Alesia, and if we do not sent all available Legions to aid him the Gauls would regain control of their territory and unite against us.” Pollio declare, pointing with a finger to the direction of Alesia

“Their territory? The Gauls process nothing, NOTHING! No land, no army, no laws, NO EMPIRE! If they seek Roman blood let them come, so they can drown in theirs.”

“We can not fight the Gauls here, in Roman soil, WE HAVE TO CRUSH THEM IN ALESIA NOW.” Pollio begged.

“I warn you Quintus Pollio, you may be Rome's Imperator but you are nothing but a servant to me, if you go and rise your damn voice at me again I will slit your throat myself and feed your corpse to the Christians!” the Emperor said, in a vile tone, returning to the warm waters of his private bath.

“Your Majesty,” Pollio kneel in desperation

“Let me lead two Legions, just two Legions and journey up North-”

“Your purpose is to protect me Imperator, always remember that.”

“My purpose is to protect Rome, your Majesty.”

“I am Rome, Imperator. Without me she crumbles.”

“Then I guess my business is done here?” Pollio said, rising.

“Don't do anything your father would regret Pollio. Praetorians! See Imperator Pollio to the exit.” Two guards, adorned with prized ceremonial armor appeared. They grasped Pollio's shoulders, only to be pushed a sided by Pollio himself.

“I am not a criminal of Rome, nor an enemy of my Emperor, guards....” Pollio declared, shooting one last look at his Emperor before leaving the Balneum, with the same ferocity he had coming in.”

“You shame your father Pollio. Not even a bow before you leave my presence. Your a disgrace.” the Emperor shouted as the guards closes his doors. His hand reached for his cup of wine, throwing at the doors with ungodly fury and anger. The metal cup cracked against the wall, spilling it's contents all on it as the sound echoed across the quiet Balneum.

“Give me my towel!” he barked, standing, snapping it away from the servant once it was handed to him

“Thank You.” he said as he suddenly dragged the Servant into the bath by the collar.

“That Son of a Whore! That useless arrogant bastard seeks to belittle me! I AM ROME!” he yelled, burying the Servant's head in water with his large hands. The servant kicked and gasped for air, like a Ostrich bird trapped between the jaws of a Lion. The servant's hands flapped in the water, splashing water across the bath like the raging seas of the South. The Emperor bit his teeth, pushing the Servant deeper and harder into the water, sadistic joy in his eyes. His face was a mask of pure joy and insanity as the servant's resistance slowly disappeared. His eyes however drew to the young petrified fruit servant girl trembling next to him. He walked out of the bath, leaving his beloved Servant floating on the surface of the water lifelessly. His fatty fingers grasped a bright red apple from the girl's trembling silver tray. His teeth bit into the Apple, release it's juicy favor into his mouth, his eyes however were drew to the Girl's body. Servant robes, as ugly as they could be, were breath taking on this Girl's figure. The material seem to wrap around her body perfectly, as if she was undress to begin with. The Emperor dropped his half eaten Apple on the floor and wrapped his fatty fingers around the girl's head, turning it side to side. His hand was large enough to cover the entire side of her head as the Servant Girl tried her best to remain still. He liked her eyes, they were as blue as the skies above Rome herself. Her blond hair was as bright as the Gold that lined his Crown, and her skin as smooth as the silk he wore between his legs. Slowly, his tongue slithered out of his mouth and licked across the girl's face. He liked her a lot. His fatty fingers released her from his iron grasp. The Emperor looked at her, without a sense of emotion.

“I want you in my quarters tonight, girl.” he whispered gently into her ear. She tried not to look at him as her pupils slowly began to constrict with terror.

The Emperor smiled, kissing her on her saliva covered cheek.

“Be afraid girl, for it arouses me.”

Ailysa · 07-03-2008, 04:20 AM

Noticed a few grammar mistakes, as was said at the start, but nothing too serious. My own criticism is that it was hard to differentiate between the Emperor and Pollio at the start and so atleast one of their names may have been needed to be addressed earlier on in the piece. The Emperor was given a strong character and the prologue was finished with a somewhat strong ending.

Just wondering, will the reader need to have a general knowledge of Rome during those times to understand any future chapters?

God-Splitter · 07-03-2008, 04:27 AM

Only requirement to reading Imperial Eagle.

**Nosedagger** · 08-09-2008, 07:12 AM

I sense imminent buttrape.

07-03-2008, 04:08 AM	#1 (permalink)
God-Splitter Gunzfactorian Soldier Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Brooklyn, New York Posts: 763	Rome: Imperial Eagle Prologue [MA] Hot off the press people! So watch out for protential grammar errors! ROME Imperial Eagle Prologue August XIV, 258 A.D. ROME The Balneum's doors swing open with such ferocity and speed, that it could only be the doing of a Son of Mars. The sound of the large metal doors hitting the marble walls of the beautiful bath echoed like a thunderbolt from Jupiter himself. The servants stood, frozen in place; dropping various fruits and expensive wine on the wet floor from the sudden stop. It was a disciplined man, clad in Lorica Segmentata Armor, an armor field by Rome's vast Legions and her Generals. His crimson red cape dragged against the wet floor as he strides around the large bath. His eyes were glued to the obese, gluttonous, vice-filled man floating in front him. He stopped in his tracks as the obese man began swimming towards him, similar to the large Hippopotamuses he had seen in Africa during his campaigns years ago. Standing there, he dared not speak, not without a command, at less not in the presences of the most powerful man in all of the Rome. The obese man swam in till he was close enough to kiss his toes, only then backing off a feet or two. Floating there, the obese man dared not yell at his actions, not with rage, at less not to Rome's finest Champion. “What matter has brought you here to disturb me Pollio?” “Your Majesty, two Cohorts? Aetius called for Nine Legions!” Pollio thundered, like a Lion would fighting for meat. Several servants disappear into their chambers, fearing for their lives and what was going to happen. A look of disbelief, and rising angry crept into the face of the obese man. His skin began to boil, turning red not from the temperature of the water, but at Pollio's lack of respect. “DON'T YOU EVER RAISE YOUR VOICE AT-” “Your Majesty, if Flavius Aetius' Army is destroyed in Alesia, we will lose all of Gaul! The Roman Empire would be open for a wide spread invasion from the North AS WE KNOW IT.” The obese man rose up, his large size parting the waters of the bath like the Greek sea monster Scylla rising from the sea. Boldly the nude man approached Pollio, grabbing him by the neck. “Do you think your Emperor is a fool?” he whispered, before pushing Pollio against the wall. “Flavius Aetius' army of 35,000 is entrenched in Alesia, and if we do not sent all available Legions to aid him the Gauls would regain control of their territory and unite against us.” Pollio declare, pointing with a finger to the direction of Alesia “Their territory? The Gauls process nothing, NOTHING! No land, no army, no laws, NO EMPIRE! If they seek Roman blood let them come, so they can drown in theirs.” “We can not fight the Gauls here, in Roman soil, WE HAVE TO CRUSH THEM IN ALESIA NOW.” Pollio begged. “I warn you Quintus Pollio, you may be Rome's Imperator but you are nothing but a servant to me, if you go and rise your damn voice at me again I will slit your throat myself and feed your corpse to the Christians!” the Emperor said, in a vile tone, returning to the warm waters of his private bath. “Your Majesty,” Pollio kneel in desperation “Let me lead two Legions, just two Legions and journey up North-” “Your purpose is to protect me Imperator, always remember that.” “My purpose is to protect Rome, your Majesty.” “I am Rome, Imperator. Without me she crumbles.” “Then I guess my business is done here?” Pollio said, rising. “Don't do anything your father would regret Pollio. Praetorians! See Imperator Pollio to the exit.” Two guards, adorned with prized ceremonial armor appeared. They grasped Pollio's shoulders, only to be pushed a sided by Pollio himself. “I am not a criminal of Rome, nor an enemy of my Emperor, guards....” Pollio declared, shooting one last look at his Emperor before leaving the Balneum, with the same ferocity he had coming in.” “You shame your father Pollio. Not even a bow before you leave my presence. Your a disgrace.” the Emperor shouted as the guards closes his doors. His hand reached for his cup of wine, throwing at the doors with ungodly fury and anger. The metal cup cracked against the wall, spilling it's contents all on it as the sound echoed across the quiet Balneum. “Give me my towel!” he barked, standing, snapping it away from the servant once it was handed to him “Thank You.” he said as he suddenly dragged the Servant into the bath by the collar. “That Son of a Whore! That useless arrogant bastard seeks to belittle me! I AM ROME!” he yelled, burying the Servant's head in water with his large hands. The servant kicked and gasped for air, like a Ostrich bird trapped between the jaws of a Lion. The servant's hands flapped in the water, splashing water across the bath like the raging seas of the South. The Emperor bit his teeth, pushing the Servant deeper and harder into the water, sadistic joy in his eyes. His face was a mask of pure joy and insanity as the servant's resistance slowly disappeared. His eyes however drew to the young petrified fruit servant girl trembling next to him. He walked out of the bath, leaving his beloved Servant floating on the surface of the water lifelessly. His fatty fingers grasped a bright red apple from the girl's trembling silver tray. His teeth bit into the Apple, release it's juicy favor into his mouth, his eyes however were drew to the Girl's body. Servant robes, as ugly as they could be, were breath taking on this Girl's figure. The material seem to wrap around her body perfectly, as if she was undress to begin with. The Emperor dropped his half eaten Apple on the floor and wrapped his fatty fingers around the girl's head, turning it side to side. His hand was large enough to cover the entire side of her head as the Servant Girl tried her best to remain still. He liked her eyes, they were as blue as the skies above Rome herself. Her blond hair was as bright as the Gold that lined his Crown, and her skin as smooth as the silk he wore between his legs. Slowly, his tongue slithered out of his mouth and licked across the girl's face. He liked her a lot. His fatty fingers released her from his iron grasp. The Emperor looked at her, without a sense of emotion. “I want you in my quarters tonight, girl.” he whispered gently into her ear. She tried not to look at him as her pupils slowly began to constrict with terror. The Emperor smiled, kissing her on her saliva covered cheek. “Be afraid girl, for it arouses me.” __________________ http://www.zhouming.proboards61.com/index.cgi <-------------- My RPG Workshop Last edited by God-Splitter; 07-03-2008 at 05:00 AM.

07-03-2008, 04:20 AM	#2 (permalink)
Ailysa Gunzfactorian Commando Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Australia WTF:Extra,row Posts: 2,393	Re: Rome: Imperial Eagle Prologue [MA] Noticed a few grammar mistakes, as was said at the start, but nothing too serious. My own criticism is that it was hard to differentiate between the Emperor and Pollio at the start and so atleast one of their names may have been needed to be addressed earlier on in the piece. The Emperor was given a strong character and the prologue was finished with a somewhat strong ending. Just wondering, will the reader need to have a general knowledge of Rome during those times to understand any future chapters? __________________

07-03-2008, 04:27 AM	#3 (permalink)
God-Splitter Gunzfactorian Soldier Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Brooklyn, New York Posts: 763	Re: Rome: Imperial Eagle Prologue [MA] Only requirement to reading Imperial Eagle. __________________ http://www.zhouming.proboards61.com/index.cgi <-------------- My RPG Workshop