Thread: Familial Discord (Methos and Claire Dunally)

Lucius Numicius Priscus idly studied some correspondence that had made its way to his desk. An eyebrow was raised as it appeared that his half brother and his family had sunk even further into debt than he had been aware. A certain aloofness from the matter had been necessary on his part, least any think that he had similar problems. But indeed as he was well aware the rest of his family regarded him as having been partially responsible for the misfortunate of the other branches of the family. Lucius had hardly conspired to plot the downfall of any of his kin, rather hed simply found himself the recipient of a will more favourable than any had imagined would be the case. The bulk of his fathers estate had passed directly into his hands with a mere pittance allotted to his children by other wives. His half brothers and sisters had been absolutely irate that they were deprived of a substantial inheritance because old Titus had decided that Lucius was the great hope for the family name. Naturally the matter had gone to court as his siblings had tried to force what they deemed a proper division on the estate, but after a lengthy court case he had prevailed. He privately suspected that their outrage and insistence had arisen because most of them including, poor Publius whose family was now being sold into slavery to satisfy their debts, had borrowed heavily expecting to pay off their debts with their inheritance. Naturally this made everything that happened entirely his fault. But he couldnt claim to ever have had a particularly good relationship with his siblings, for a substantial age gap existed between them and he, for his now bankrupt brother had been a good fifteen years his senior. Accusations that too much of the familys money was being devoted by old Titus to his career had been hurled at him for the last half decade, evidently those that had preceded him felt he was entitled to little more than his name and obscurity. Naturally being a rather ambitious fellow he had other plans. Lucius rose from his desk and called for a servant to bring him his cloak. Soon that dark garment was wrapped about him and he headed to the door of his home, pausing only to allow several of his retainers to catch up with him. At twenty eight he was a man in his prime. Hed done his service in the legions and held minor political offices. His eyes were set on further advancement in the near future. His appearance was typically Roman. His skin was tanned a dark bronze hue and dark hair and eyes accompanied it. His features were rather angular and masculine in their arrangement, many deemed them handsome in a rugged fashion. He kept himself active in the gymnasium as he rather fancied another military expedition should he receive an appropriate posting could be he claim to fame. Thus his tall frame retained a muscled appearance. His broad shoulders were filled out and his form rather imposing in its build. His toga was rather impeccable and sat easily upon his form and the cloak kept off the rain. As smirk graced his lips as it occurred to him that since everyone was so eager to place all the blame for Publius problems at his doorstep, he might as well have the benefit of it. His elder brother did have a rather fetching daughter and the horror that purchasing her would elicit from his estranged family would make it entirely worth while.