52 Results with the "Historical" genre
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Luna, a War Horse
Luna Age 6 (24 human years) | She/her | Barb Horse Luna was born on the Servii plantation to a broodmare from Northern Africa when her owner, Scipio Servius, was five years old. After he left for schooling, Vitus Servius trained her to be a war horse and at age 3, she reunited with Skipio (then nineteen) to serve with him in the Legion Equestrian corps. After arriving in Britannia, she is stolen by Aedan the Ancalite and renamed…-
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Lucia Vita Servia
Lucia Vita ServiaAge 25 | She/Her | Roman Vita is the unwed daughter of Scipia Lucia Servia and the sister of Skipio, born in the Lepontine Alps just north of the Lario (modern Lake Como). She is procurator of Servio Poma et Pira, the family business of apples and pears, fruit wine, and seasonal walnuts. Due to past trauma, she struggles with her brother's consensual violent romance with his Aedan, his…-
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Nikonidas Orobius
Nikonidas OrobiusAge 27 | He/Him | Greco-Roman Niko was born in the Lepontine Alps just north of the Lario (modern Lake Como). He is the surviving son of a freedman employed to cook at Villa Servi. He resides where he grew up, in an apartment over the villa stores, and is the current head of the kitchen. He hasn't spoken since he was a teen, after his mother's death in childbirth and his father's passing from…-
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XXVI – The Hurting
Welletrix is no stranger to living well. His ribs press to the couch, reminding him of the triclinium in his boyhood home. He grieves its loss to tribal ambition, and Villa Servi, with its many patrician comforts, proves a hurtful reminder of the easy life his grandfather’s wealth had provided. With a spindly frame and long white beard, his grandfather personified wisdom. His lavish roundhouse, perched high on a lofty foundation, had been little Welle’s sanctuary. Unlike the village boys fighting for…-
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Villa Servi
I made a cornball map of Villa Servi, a unique structure built in the years following Hannibal's failed invasion (when Rome amplified the colonization of the Alps). Magnus Servius came to the Leontine's to oversee his grandfather's immature walnut grove and father's apple orchards. He spent most of his adult life adding a second-story to the farmhouse, and planting pears alongside the first orchard. His son, Rufus never left, marrying a Cisalpine Gaul, be began selling their crops to Rome proper. His…-
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The Servian Village
The Servii do not keep slaves but employ Romano-Gallic workers (mostly Gallic with Vitas and Scipio sending war prisoners to make up for the Roman's leaving during their absence). Many of the families there are generational due to the security the plantation provides. The pay is low but the harvests are seasonal, and when not harvesting, these people live rent-free in a village with walls, gardens, animals, baths, and fresh water. I used an existing graphic featuring a Roman farm from the Late Republic…-
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The Servian Plantation
I made the map above with Paint-shit Pro, using various other maps as a guide. The Servii keep a grand villa rustica on the same ridge as their plantation village. The two-story villa sits on the shoreline of a deep glacial pond with views of a nearby forest and the surrounding mountains. Using existing designs found on the web, I tried to configure details as my narrative presents. The Servii live in the Lepontine Alps, very near the Swiss border (close to the Adula peak). I mapped the journey…-
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Dust gathers on the road as four black steeds trample into view. Their burden is a wooden carpentum with four iron-ringed wheels and the cross-swords of Mars painted upon both its window shutters. A nod from the Servian Lord brings out the day’s groomsmen, a chatty pair of teenagers wearing their warmest best. The young men corral the panting beasts, promising them fresh water, plentiful lucerne, and a soothing brush—they deserve all of it and more after such a laborious journey from…
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Snow white clouds grace the fresco’s blue sky, where tiny birds flock, each a delicate paint stroke that gives no detail to their name. Three walls hold up this seaside sky, with blackened sands and rocky shores that host women frolicking about in their athletic unmentionables. The gynaeceum at Villa Servi lacks a fourth wall, but with its bushy head, the stone pine growing in the peristyle below affords some much-needed privacy. Under her tunica, a skilled tongue performs feats she thought only…
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Two enormous clamshells sit atop the grill rack, each with golden brown upon their banded domes. Their crusty skin is cool enough to touch, and Niko gently detaches each layer, popping the edges before pulling them free. The thicker, unattractive mold will make a good bottom—this is the story of his life—and that makes him smile. He tosses a handful of semolina into its hallow, spreading and rubbing the grains around before laying down raw cabbage leaves. These large verdant blankets will stop the…
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