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On the British Sea

There was a storm brewing. She could feel it. She always felt it, something dark creeping along the northern sky. She could see Dubris behind them in the distance, its white cliffs turned ashy grey by the clouds above them. Oh yes, she could feel it. Disaster was to come soon. But Fortune was to be on their side, she knew. Oh yes. Fortune was always with Briscana.

It would take a number of days before the Scairp would reach its destination. Briscana knew that her crew could never take on Roman settlements. The legions, though weakened at this time, were still much stronger and much more efficient than her ragtag group of ships. The Votadini, however, were undergoing continuing internal conflicts. She also knew their queen and her treasure were en route to the council. A small band of warriors would be nothing. The Romans could not help them. No one could. So she knew they were easy pickings.

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I know I don’t update as much as I should, but I do want to let you guys know that, even as Homestuck comes to an end, I will be continuing Romestuck! I do have a bunch of drafts saved up so hopefully in the coming months I’ll get them to postable quality.

In the late 2nd Century, the name Briscana appears briefly in the historical record, but very importantly.

Little much is known about her or her origins. In tales told in the centuries following, she was said to have been born to a powerful Irish clan. Some say she was even a daughter to the High King of Ireland himself, only to be disfigured and cast out for her cunning and her machinations.

Much of what is known to us of her comes by way of William Vaughan’s 13th Century Legenda, where he writes of coming across her through ancient writings, which were subsequently lost. He mentions that the writings detail her career as a fearsome pirate captain, perhaps a queen of pirates along the British coast, raiding villages along the Irish Sea and the Channel. She was even said to have ventured as far as Iutum (modern-day Denmark) and raided all the way to the Mediterranean. Her mighty ship, the Scairp, weathered through storms and battle, even up to the Pescennian War, in which she played an apparently important (though vague) role.

William Vaughan was the Lord Mayor of London some time in the 13th Century. He compiled an account of his pilgrimage to Rome in 1205, with the help of his two companions. The account is of much interest to historians, filled with fantastic tales of ancient magic and narrow encounters with death.

Little else is known about the man, save that he was somewhat of a wandering vagrant and a wayward vagabond before saving the life of King Richard I. He was also said to have had an intense hatred for King John.

At the house of Senator Probus

Ioannes and Caracatus knocked on the door. “Huh, look at that. No reply!” Ioannes said. “I guess we’ll just go ho-“

"Oh no you don’t," Caracatus snapped. "We are going in there and we are going to give the invitation." Ioannes grumbled slightly, but he knew he had to deliver this message.

Caracatus banged on the door. “OPEN THIS DOOR!” He shouted. “WE ARE MEMBERS OF THE IMPERIAL HOUSEHOLD, HERE TO A DELIVER A MESSAGE TO SENATOR LEMONS– I mean SENATOR PUBLIUS CURTIUS PROBUS!” No answer came forth. “I guess he’s not here.” Caracatus began to turn around.

"No, nuh-uh. You’re going to try again, since you were so adamant before," Ioannes told him. The slave gave him a glare that seemed to last an eternity, but he relented soon enough.


Caracatus was cut off by the rushing of the door, and the words of a servant.

"Sorry for the delay. Please enter."

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There was once a soldier in the Praetorian Guard named Decimus. Little is known of him. Records of the man are scant. All that is known is that in the reign of Paternus, a soldier named Decimus was promoted at a young age by the Prefect Fraternus to the post of Centurion, then later on to Tribune. No one knows what happened to this Decimus after the violent end of Paternus’ reign.

He was said to be an upstanding, loyal soldier, and one of the few Christians to rise to such a high rank before the reign of Constantine.

At the Praetorium, in the evening

Young Decimus looked around to see if there was anyone around. No one. Good. He closed the door and took out a small scroll from his satchel. He began to read:

… Respondens autem IHS dixit ad eos, Numquam hoc legistis quod fecit David quando esurit ipse et qui cum eo erat? Intro ibit in domum Dei et panes propositionis manducavit et dedit et qui cum erant quibus non licebat manducare si non solis sacerdotibus?..

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. Scrambling to hide away the parchment, he managed to tuck it under the pillow before weakly answering, “Enter.” Inside walked one of his fellow soldiers.

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Before, she was a nameless beggar on the streets of Deva. Now, she is well on her way to becoming one of the most powerful sorceresses in all of Britain.

Aradia, named by her mentor Ulpia for the mythical witch of Tuscan legend, was but a poor girl on the streets of Roman Chester. Abandoned as a child by her Romano-British parents, she taught herself Latin by hiding by the window of the nearby school. Life as a forager was hard, but she has found much kindness from the soldiers of Legio XX Valeria Victrix, whose main base is in the town. Mostly, she was much enamored by a young yet popular soldier named Davidis.

The girl first learned of her magical abilities when she, upon accident, cast a spell in her newly-learned Latin. She set fire to a whole storage of hay, but luckily escaped before she could be caught.

Aradia knows little of Ulpia, though. Where did she come from? How did she gain mastery of the arcane arts? All she knows is that she is a kind woman, and one to be trusted.

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