Draconian

Your motions should be fluid. The weapon is a p a r t  of you. Like the sting on a wasp. indie draco || written by boog.

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cellarmonsters:

The young djinn jumped and almost dropped his journal from his hands. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of arrows shooting mid air. He was heading to what it seemed like a bow practice, that what the soldier had said.

“Thank you for the tip,” he turns and smiles to the soldier, though, he was wary. The man was human, obviously so- and Samuel had heard of many ridiculous requests men had made to the Sheikh. His elders had always told him to be wary of humans. Their greed for riches were higher than their pride and dignity. So he kept his distance from the soldier as he notes down more of his observation and talk with the man.

         “You’re welcome. They may not be my boys anymore, but the men training them are. There’s no need for unnecessary casualties in a time like this. Not when The king is having familiar ideas.” Oh, Cepheus. Why must you repeat Acrisius’ mistakes? It was a fool’s errands, taking on the gods like that. One that only led to more ruin. He’s convinced that the attack on Olympus is the thing that set their generation of misfortune rolling. It had to be. There was no other solid explanation.

          Draco continues with his blade, and pulls a leather strap from part of his armour to hone the edge as far as he can take it. Bronze was a bit too malleable for his tastes, but it wasn’t like there was anything else around that they could use for blades. The Iron Age was a fair distance off, and he didn’t even know it was on it’s way. Oh well. Wasn’t like he was going to live to see it, anyway. Humans didn’t live that long unless they were made to by the gods, or through sorcery. “What brings you to Argos, outlander? Trade?”

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sarmatianslave:

“They are my brothers but they are unwilling to go the distance to be free. I WANT to be free.”

“Or they knew better.” His orders did not say kill. In fact, they said if he killed the boy, he would be killed. Brutally. So he stood his ground, still resting his hand on the pommel of his sword.

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"E-Excuse me... Where are we?" [prince-charmont]

“Argos.“ 

He wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t close enough to a festival to label drink as the culprit in this case, but he’d seen his own men take to it and end up in Athens before. Though… not that time of year. The seas were too rough for most to end up anywhere unaware that they’d travelled. And he couldn’t have gone over land, that much was certain. …Alright, so he’d ask.

“…How do you not know that?”

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princexcharmont:

Char nodded and smiled. “In not as weak as I look!” He bent his knees and lifted it with a grunt. “Gottit,” he said with a little strain.

The turned to Draco and smiled. “See? Easy.”

“My first commander told me that it was a good rule of thumb to always underestimate yourself. That way, progress seems more like progress, and pride stays where it’s supposed to be.” Chained up inside, of course. Pride made many warriors fall. Draco didn’t want to be one of them.

He nodded and carried his amphora towards where the bath was built, in the next room over. It was a small, private kind of room, well-lit by high windows covered in sheer flowing fabric. Not his own choice, but he’d kept it that way anyway. The bath itself was low and wide, made of the same material as the amphorae. Made for reclining, even though some said it was healthier to sit.

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sarmatianslave:

“I have no family. I know how the Romans work. Take the boys from their homes… Burn the rest while they’re away. I have no one.”

Galahad had his hand on a dagger on his upper thigh, unprepared to use it. He wanted to fight but too scared to kill. He’d only killed animals and disabled the enemy for Tristram or Gwaine to finish off.

“Even if that is true, you have the other knights to consider. Do you not have a bond with them?”

Draco didn’t know much about the knights, other than the fact that they were raised in groups, much like how he’d been raised with the younger Greek boys before being shuffled off into the Legion. Though, not all of them were lucky enough to be soldier material.

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sarmatianslave:

“I’d rather die a free man then a slave!” Galahad moved slowly around the fire, like a young wolf trying to size up its hunt.

Draco sighed and placed his hand on the pommel of his sword. He sounded every bit of his age and then some as he spoke once more. “And give up even a faint hope to see your family again?” The old soldier shifted his feet in place and wondered what it’d take to knock the child unconscious, so he could carry him at least part of the way back.

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"E-Excuse me... Where are we?" [prince-charmont]

“Argos.“ 

He wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t close enough to a festival to label drink as the culprit in this case, but he’d seen his own men take to it and end up in Athens before. Though… not that time of year. The seas were too rough for most to end up anywhere unaware that they’d travelled. And he couldn’t have gone over land, that much was certain. …Alright, so he’d ask.

“…How do you not know that?”

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princexcharmont:

“I defer to your judgement.” Char followed him to the kitchen. “After all, this is your lands for now.”

“For now.” When they got there, Draco immediately picked up a rather heavy looking amphora by one of the handles before motioning to a smaller one. “Think you can lift that? It’s heavier than it looks, so be careful.”

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cellarmonsters:

Sheikh Suleiman often told young Samuel to bring company along when he is sent for a supply run to nearby cities. The Djinn leader also should’ve known how the young man often had his mind easily distracted, and strays from the paths carved into the ground and shown on map. It was also why the rest of the following kept a sharp eye on the young man, for he often strayed too far from their lands.

Samuel was intrigued by the city he’s found this time, furiously jotting down in a worn book of pages as he roams every street and crevice he could reach. He had traded his clothing to something lighter, to blend in, but he still wore the hood around his head in attempt to hide the bark-like skin on one side of his face. The young Djinn wanders nearby sort of an encampment, robes soaked with the rain falling heavily. He did not notice the other quietly sharpening his sword, cooly walking past the soldier.

            The presence didn’t bother him. In fact, it did quite the opposite. Colour him     intrigued. For once. He shifted his shoulder back, rolling it against the edge of     his armour in a quiet stretch. To reveal his position, or to watch the newcomer     from a distance? ...Watching had never been very rewarding outside of the      scouting missions of his youth. Even with the rain, Draco’s ears were as sharp     as ever. Light footsteps, none of the typical ‘armoured’ sounds. Not a soldier,     then. Interesting. Maybe a trader, but they were far from the market district.

             Draco shifted in place, and the weight on his sandals gave the movement     a nice, sharp crackle. He wasn’t one to announce himself traditionally, of course.     That would have been boring. But he did manage to speak up almost immediately.

           “You may want to keep your distance. We’re training a new set of archers today.     ...They’ve been hitting everything but their targets.”

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"E-Excuse me... Where are we?" [prince-charmont]

“Argos.“ 

He wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t close enough to a festival to label drink as the culprit in this case, but he’d seen his own men take to it and end up in Athens before. Though… not that time of year. The seas were too rough for most to end up anywhere unaware that they’d travelled. And he couldn’t have gone over land, that much was certain. …Alright, so he’d ask.

“…How do you not know that?”

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princexcharmont:

Char frowned in confusion. In his home servants poured the baths already. “Oh… Well, will you show me how it’s done?”

“It’s fairly simple,” he said once he’d caught up. Of course, he kept moving, making a beeline for the kitchen. “But like most things in life here, don’t overdo it unless you don’t want to end up in the asclepeion for a few days.”

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sarmatianslave:

“Because you gave up! And you can never trust the Romans. They won’t grant me my papers when I come of age. They won’t do it after one last mission.” Galahad was close to growling. “I will not be forced to bow to a false god!”

“We didn’t give up. There was never a choice to surrender.” Was he still speaking of the Greeks, or of himself? He stood shakily and kept his stance fairly wide. “And of course you can’t trust them. But I have orders, and you’d have to fight your way past the entire empire to get home.”

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"E-Excuse me... Where are we?" [prince-charmont]

“Argos.“ 

He wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t close enough to a festival to label drink as the culprit in this case, but he’d seen his own men take to it and end up in Athens before. Though… not that time of year. The seas were too rough for most to end up anywhere unaware that they’d travelled. And he couldn’t have gone over land, that much was certain. …Alright, so he’d ask.

“…How do you not know that?”

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princexcharmont:

“Well I shall have a bath and return to you.” Char smiled and wandered out.

“Wait up,” he called once he got in another good stretch. “I have to fill the bath first. The water’s in the kitchen.” And then he wandered out of his room, too.

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"E-Excuse me... Where are we?" [prince-charmont]

“Argos.“ 

He wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t close enough to a festival to label drink as the culprit in this case, but he’d seen his own men take to it and end up in Athens before. Though… not that time of year. The seas were too rough for most to end up anywhere unaware that they’d travelled. And he couldn’t have gone over land, that much was certain. …Alright, so he’d ask.

“…How do you not know that?”

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princexcharmont:

“I’d appreciate that, Ser Draco.” Charmont sat up and climbed out of bed. “Any washbasins I may use this morning?”

“The bath is downstairs.” And with a groan and a stretch, he was up as well. His bones crackled as he did, but that was nothing to worry about. “I didn’t use much water yesterday, so there should be enough left to wash up with.”

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          “Last I checked, you were an adult.” There was little emotion to his voice when he spoke. Just a low growl of suppressed rage, but that was normal. The old soldier ran on it, after all. “Act like it. Anything less will get you killed out here.”

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ANCIENT MYCENAEAN PALACE UNEARTHED IN GREECE NEAR SPARTA

An ancient palace believed to date back to the Mycenaean civilization has been unearthed in southern Greece.

The 10-room Aghios Vassileios complex is thought to have been built between the 17th and 16th centuries BC and was discovered near the ancient village of Xirokambi, close to where the warrior society of Sparta existed, the country’s Culture Ministry announced.

It is believed the palace was destroyed in a fire in the late 14th or early 15th century BC, UPI writes. Religious icons and items of worship which survived the blaze have been found on the site.

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"E-Excuse me... Where are we?" [prince-charmont]

“Argos.“ 

He wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t close enough to a festival to label drink as the culprit in this case, but he’d seen his own men take to it and end up in Athens before. Though… not that time of year. The seas were too rough for most to end up anywhere unaware that they’d travelled. And he couldn’t have gone over land, that much was certain. …Alright, so he’d ask.

“…How do you not know that?”

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princexcharmont:

“I’d like to see sunrise.” Char smiled and moved to press a chaste kiss to Draco’s lips and held him close as if scared he’d disappear.

And Draco gently cupped Char’s cheek. “You may want to change first. That’s a garment fit for slumber, not for running around in. I can teach you how we wear another type of chiton, if you’d like. This one’s not sewn, it’s just pinned and belted in place.”