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Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

The guard stood vigilant over the prisoners, though eyes spent far more time on the girls, and he gave all of them a smile, but it wasnt a smile of a friend or family, it was one that held a darkness, a hunger. The young woman, the daughter didnt see it for what it was, the mother scowled at the man, as they waited. The sun continued its passage across the sky, little happening, the young man asked to pee, and the guard told him to just piss himself. The day would normally have been considered a beautiful day, except for the presence of the Roman soldiers, and Ana being a prisoner. The prisoners were able to whisper back and forth, and the guard seemed uninterested in them as long as they didnt move from where they sat. Only real sound was the gentle wind coming off the sea caressing the trees. It was finally interrupted by the sound of a galloping horse, the yell of men, and then battle. Though Ana couldnt see what was happening, she heard sounds muffled by the trees, and finally the scream of one man, and the gurgling sound of another dying. Soon Castor returned, they were helping one of their men along, he looked like bruised and battered, holding his arm. Castor told the other guard what happened. The messenger, tried to run over Parthus, and he didnt move fast enough, I think he broke his arm, as the horse went over him. Castor laughed a bit. As they deposited their injured comrade down across from the prisoner, the man wincing as he sat. The other man got the worse of it, and our slow Parthus gutted the mans horse and sent him flying, he didnt even stand before he was full of arrows. Some more laughter followed as they joked about the Macedonians death. The other soldiers soon came back as horns were heard in the distance. Smiles on the Roman soldiers' faces, as Castor let the prisoners know their town had fallen and was now secured and controlled by the Romans. Well we should return soon to the town before night fall. He saw the other soldiers looking at him, and he nodded, he knew what wanted. Yeah, okay we can have some fun before we head back. Two of us will stand guard while the other play, then we'll switch off, you guys got the messenger so you go first. You can choose either one or both youd like, but not this one. Castor indicated Ana, as two bowman grinned and advanced on the mother and her daughter. The father already struggling and calling them monsters.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Ana too noticed the stares and the smile from the lone guard who was standing a few steps away from the row of prisoners. She had seen the lecherous stare before however, she didnt react to it, instead opting for an emotionless stare back. Turning back to the scared peasants, Ana spent the rest of the time offered them almost alone comforting them, reassuring them that they would be rescued, that she would make sure they would go home and that she would ensure that everyone knew of their plight. Even with the threat of the young man humiliating himself by urinating all over himself was met with a kind word and comforting look from Ana. All of a sudden, as the sun had crossed the sky, Ana heard galloping of horses. She couldnt tell if it was one or many. She turned to peer through the grove of trees trying to see what was happening, who it was who had approached. Then the clash of steel, a horse whinnying in pain, a man screaming, arrows screaming through the air and the deathly groan of another man. Anas eyes were wild as she heard movement through the trees. Her eyes searching for her own people, she was met only with the four Romans who had captured her, three of them pulling an injured one along. Anas hope was dashed, however that disappointment only lasted a moment before she looked to the others, trying to smile kindly, give them some reassurance. Then the horrible story was retold of how they had killed a messenger, a man unarmed Ana was sure of it. They mocked his death, and a fire began to burn behind Anas eyes as her gaze narrowed, focused on the leader as he had led such an inhumane attack. Then the leader gave them the other two women, the mother and daughter, for the taking, sparing her once again. Anas eyes shifted from the Roman to the two poor farmers beside her. She knew her position could garner some sway, even in a captive situation. She was worth far more than the entire family together. Her father had also taught her to sacrifice herself to save the family. Anas breath quickened in her chest as she turned from the family back to the Roman, calling out just as the two Romans reached out to grab the poor women. Wait! she yelled hoping to stop the violation in its tracks, These people are merely poor farmers. People who have done nothing to you and will do nothing to you. They merely were returning home from selling their wares in the city. I am Anastasija, daughter of Ilarion, leader of this city. You have the most important captive you could have ever hoped for sitting right here. And I will comply, if you release the others. By the end of her speech, her voice trembled only slightly as she gave up her own life to save four others, and that frightened her to her core.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Castor was surprised by the young womans interruption, as shed specifically been excluded from being a plaything for his men. The wiser and smarter thing was for her to remain silent and just let him and his men have some fun, but instead shed professed that she was the daughter of the ruler of this city. If so her value had just gone up tremendously, and he needed to get her to his commander immediately, for if she was who she said she was delaying her return would get him in serious trouble, for they were only grunts. The two bowmen were just about to pick the young girl next to Ana up and cart her off to spot of their choosing when Castor raised his voice, and put all his attention on Ana. Stop guys! Is it true what you say girl? It seemed unlikely that the daughter of the ruler of the city, just happened be alone on horse and came into his hands. Here clothing was nice, and was most likely that of a noble or well off merchant, her horse a good stead. Still was this just some sort of delaying tactic or means of distracting them. Though it didnt matter, he had nothing but her word, and if it was true, he needed to get back to the city as soon as possible, and their fun would just have to be delayed. Shit, he thought. As he waited for her to answer his mind was a whirl as he considered the possibilities. Was she supposed to meet someone, where there others nearby, no matter, having your tunic down and dick out wasnt the way you wanted to meet an enemy. Suit up boys, get the horses ready. We move out, now! There were groans of dissatisfaction and consternation that things had changed, but none were so stupid to not follow orders. Even the man with the broken arm made ready to stand and move. You, stand guard at the tree line, make sure we dont have company. With the immediate orders given, he turned back to the young girl, and gave her a more thorough looking over as he asked questions, he didnt tell her he was a bit nervous that hed now hit her a few times, as he wasnt privy to what was her position, now that theyd taken the city. Now tell me girl, are you alone? Are there others? Where were you going? Who were you going to meet?
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Ana breathed a sigh of relief as the allowed rape was stopped in its tracks with her revelation that she was the daughter of the ruler of the city. She caught the looks from the farmers family as they stared in disbelief of who they sat next to. Once the movement beside her had stopped, her eyes traversed back to the leader of the men who had captured her. However, she kept her mouth firmly shut. She had offered up a deal, an agreement and she would not further her words until that agreement was made good. However, no sooner than he had asked her if what she was saying was true, he was ordering his men to move out. Relieved that the women would be spared that cruelty, Ana sat up straighter on the ground, making herself appear more regal despite her dirt stained clothes and the mud smeared on her face. She watched solemnly as the men dispersed, preparing to leave. Then the leader approached her again, this time giving her a more thorough examination. She kept her head held high as his eyes roamed over her body. Her fine jewelry made of gold and citrine, her fine silken dress, her fine leather sandals did not take from her story. She knew that she was dressed as the daughter of the ruler and that her words would hold true. Her eyes returned to the family at her side as he asked her a barrage of questions. Her eyes opened more, trying to give the family the comfort that they so desperately needed at that moment. She would get them out of here, no matter what. Then she turned back to the Roman standing only a few feet away from her. I offered a deal, she spoke calmly, motioning to the others, I will give no more information until they are free to return to their homeunharmed.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

The men untied the horses, and loaded up their packs. The bound woman who professed to be the daughter of the citys ruler, didnt answer his questions, but offered another deal, the information for the other prisoners to be released. Castor didnt even really consider it, for he didnt know who she was for sure, and releasing the others was against orders. So he just issued more orders. No Im not releasing them, everyone back to the city. Castor turned and barked some more orders. Tie them together, and prepare to move out. The men tied one prisoner to the next in a chain, before they came back and removed the ropes about their ankles. Now they could stand and walk, but were encumbered by all of them being roped together. Any escape would be greatly hindered by this. Only the Castor had a horse, so he mounted up, with Anas horse tied off to his, and then the prisoners tied off to it, the guards walking on the side and to the rear of the chain of prisoners. As soon as possible he would march them all right back to the city and his commander, for him to figure out.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Ana saw the look in the Romans face, an expressionless visage that gave nothing away, not even if he was thinking about her deal. However, after a moment of silence he barked out more orders, refusing her deal and instead ordering all of them back to the city. Immediately, Anas eyes returned to the family next to her. Though her eyes were slightly fearful, she still tried to wordlessly ensure that they were indeed safe with her, at least for the time being. Do not worry, she promised in a whisper, trying to ensure that they were aware that she was who she said she was. Her attention was then yanked back to the leader of the Roman group of soldiers, ordering them tied together and to prepare to return to the city she had called her home. Ana was tied to the daughter of the family next to her at the front of the line. Once they were all secured together and the ropes around their ankles cut, all five captives got to their feet. Ana stood at the front of the line, leading the group of captives out of the grove and back onto the road. Once there, the lead from Anas wrists was secured to her own horse. Once they were all secured and the soldiers were in position, they were off, walking back towards the city, back towards her home.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

The road was empty, no one coming or going from the city. The smell of smoke grew as there were still several fires burning within the city. Once Castor and his prisoners had the city in sight, it looked like it always did, though the men standing near the gate wore the armor and emblems of the Roman Republic and not the Macedonian Empire. The gates were well guarded, and it was hard to tell if that was to keep people from getting in or from leaving. Outside the city, a large camp was being set up, the flags of Rome flapping along it edge and next to several tents. The small train of walking prisoners was being directly led to the gate and not the encampment. Castor came to the gate, dismounted, and saluted with a fist to his chest and then an open hand motion. He talked to the guards and was quickly passed through, both inside and outside the gate many waited, all were being asked questions and searched. Remounting, Castor slowly guided his men and captives deeper into the city, winding there way ever closer to the governors palace. They were stopped at several checkpoints and Castor was asked questions but soon directed to continue. Many of the citizens of the city mulled about, unsure what to do, shock in their eyes as squads of Romans moved briskly about their task. They watched as the Roman's passed with their prisoners.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Ana and the other prisoners kept pace with the slow moving horses as they were led down the empty roads back towards the city. It was strange seeing the once busy road, bustling with merchants and families out to purchase wares most days, completely abandoned within hours. It was the aftermath of invasion and immediately, Ana began to worry for her parents, her family, her people. Then the smell of the black smoke rising from the city walls invaded her nostrils. Ana tried to raise her hand to cover her nose from the onslaught but couldnt as the horse kept her hands pulled forward forced to remain in front of her hips as they walked towards the gates of the city she had called home. They walked past a camp being hastily constructed just outside the city walls. It consisted of numerous cloth tents all bearing the roman eagle insignia. However, the prisoners did not stop there. Instead the Roman who led them marched them right past the encampment, instead heading towards the city gate. A gate that was once opened every sunrise and closed every sunset to protect the people who lived within, now was guarded by Romans in their bronze and red armour. Ana and the others were forced through the iron gates, now protecting a prison where her people were now captives within their own homes. As they passed by homes, some burned black with charred bodies within them, others with the straw roofs still burning a bright red, spewing black smoke into the air. The smell of the destruction was nearly too much for Ana and she bowed her head, moving her hands up to her mouth in a desperate attempt to keep the scents from invading her nostrils once again. Her eyes crossed over those who were still alive, wandering about the city. Some were in a daze, staring into nothingness as they wandered about. Others were screaming, huddled over the burned or bloody remains of loved ones. All the while, a myriad of soldiers marched throughout the wide streets and narrow alleyways, going about their business and paying no attention to the suffering around them. Ana caught a few peoples eyes as they walked past them, some of them recognizing the daughter of the governor, others stared blankly through her like she didnt even exist. Immediately, Ana felt for all her people at that moment as her eyes filled with tears. All the people who had lost everything. She only hoped her family had been spared such horror.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

The Macedonia Empire, was broken into areas, each ruled by a local governor, who was responsible for their area, making sure taxes were collects, and their quota of conscripts and soldiers were met, fed, and equipped. The governors had vast power and leeway in how they went about this. The governors were appointed, though they often were from the same families generation after generation. This did not mean that things didnt changes, and there was always maneuvering by those that desired and coveted that wealth and power for themselves. The death and destruction had no impact on Castor or his men, as theyd seen it all too often in the campaigns of the Roman Republic as it expanded it borders. This city would just become another district of the Republic, a part of the massive machine that was Rome. The very soldiers that had defended it, would become men in the same army as them. Most of Castors men called not from the lands around Rome, but from distant districts that had fallen under the Republics influence. The guards had directed to Centurion Hadrianus for determination of what he should do with his special prisoner. They slowly climbed the cobble stone road, the clack of the horses hoof against stone as they ascended towards the governors palace. As they rose, they got a better view of the city that hug the coast. When they were almost upon it when Castor directed his men to separate the prisoners, he taking Ana, the others going with his men, for none were needed for what was to come. Ill take her to see what Centurion Hadrianus, and see what he wants done with her. Take them to the holding pens, then report back to camp. Ill be back as soon as I can.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Anas eyes were in astonishment at the cruelty exacted upon her people by the Roman soldiers. So many of them were now homeless. There were elderly people and children wandering aimlessly in the streets, searching for their children and their parents. Any family members who had survived the brutal attack. Ana was horrified at the sight of the bodies littering the streets, denied a proper burial. But she was forced to walk, not offer words of comfort, of empathy to the people who had lost everything, escaping with only their lives. She was so distraught at the extend of the destruction that tears came to her eyes as she looked back to the family behind her. She promised herself that she would save them, as she couldnt save anyone else in the city. When the soldiers stopped their movements, the commander turned back directing his men to take the family. At that moment, they were cut from the tether connecting her to them. In that moment, something snapped in Anastasija. She pulled on the rope connecting her to her own horse, struggling to escape, to save the poor farmers family as they were ordered to the holding pens. Her eyes were narrowed, wild, like a woman who had lost her mind. She yanked hard on the rope, the rough tether chafing her wrists as she watched in horror as the family was pulled away from her. No! she cried out, Release them! Let them go home! They have done nothing!
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

The girl struggled protesting and demanding that Castor set them free. He looked back at her with a steely gaze, and yanked on the rope like some leash. She had no power over him, and her demands were utterly ignored, nor even entertained for he was a soldier and he had orders, and a few poor peasants were irrelevant. Shut up! Everyone has done something, if nothing more than being stupid enough to fall out from between their mothers legs. Now move! Castor again yanks the rope, his mount moving forward till they arrive at the grand entrance of the governors palace. Again he was met, by the guards, another short exchange and salutes, as he prepared to dismount. A man stepping forward to secure the horses. Castor asked where he could find Centurion Hadrianus, and the commander at the entrance offered one of his men to show him the way. To each side of the entrance now hung the bright banners of Rome, Men moved about with purpose like they owned the place, even though they just arrived this day. Horses were leaving and coming as reports arrive and orders were sent. The large front doors still showed signs of where theyd been force in. As they moved through the grand place, he gave her some clear instructions. Be respectful, answer when youre spoken to, and dont say a thing if you arent asked. Castor gave the advice once, as they approached the grand hall.
Thread: Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

Ana's last scream for freedom for her fellow captives was cut off as her captor yanked on the rope leading to her bound wrists. She yelped as she was yanked around to face forward, stumbling on the cobblestones and falling to her knees with a thud. Pain shot up through her body as her hands and her knees broke her fall on the stone street. His words went through her body like a knife. He didn't care at all for her people nor for their wellbeing. He truly was a monster, just like the stories she had been told as a child. The monsters from Rome! The second yank had Ana scrambling back up to her feet to avoid being dragged like a sack of grain and sustaining more injuries. She stumbled forward slightly as she made it to her feet a split second too late. Catching herself that time, she straightened up as the soldier led her behind his horse, up the road, until they reached the governor's palace. Ana's home. Ana was horrified to see her father's colours callously replaced by the bright reds and golds of Rome along with the insignia of the Eagle. Their presence had been wiped out of the city in less than a day of occupation and battle. The large wooden doors leading into the palace were splintered and split in places, showing signs of the fierce battle that had been fought and lost by her Father's men. Soldiers were milling about everywhere, talking, walking, riding horses. The Macedonian turned and looked at the soldier as he gave her 'advice'. Her eyes narrowed defiantly as she raised her head further, her status as a noblewoman obvious in her upturned nose. Despite the dirt, blood and her ruined clothes and ruffled hair, she still carried herself as a noble and she would not allow some lowly soldier tell her how to behave.
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Thread: Queen's Quest.

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