Empires of Ashes Reboot

“I see....”

"I assume penance has similar meanings in all assembles cultures?"

“Mostly, though penance in Cymrai is generally a rather public and holy gesture. As it shows that you are willing to regain the favour of the people and your gods”

"I have not made great study of such, but in any case, as I am sure is apparent, these men will not be easy to dislodge."

“So how would you suggest we go about defeating them?”

"Kill them to a man. there is no other way."

Trajan: simple enough.

trajan: what kind of numbers are we looking at?

“I’m going to assume quite alot”

*skip cause scene isn't going anywhere*
Justinian is currently sat by himself, patching up a sword slash to his forearm

Titus is tending to his horse, while Mordred is giving himself a tour of the walls and messing around with his pet falcon

Diana approaches from behind justinian "Careless."

Hakon is walking the the ground around the walls, checking them over.

Justin: *turns to her* Little bit.

Mordred’s falcon dives past Hakons head and latches onto an unsuspecting mouse, before soaring quite gracefully back to its owners outstretched arm

Theresa: *behind titus* well that went well eh?

Titus: “Aye it did, did you get sent in?”
He turns with a smile and a thin bandage across his cheek

Hakon looks up unappreciativly

Diana: "Have you considered... not being an idiot?"

justin: *chuckles* I don't quite follow.

Mord: “Hakon! You are alive” as always the prince is standing there smiling with a falcon eating a mouse on his hand

Theresa: Course I bloody did.

Hakon: "I was alive twenty minutes ago in the same room as you?"

Diana: "Need the first spear be on the front line?"

Justin: Centurion need always be on the front line. *grins* First cohort's the best men. Gotta be in the thick of it.

Mordred: “Buuut I did not speak to you, I trust your immortals fared well”

—

Titus: “Did you get stuck clearing streets like me or did you get to fight?”

theresa: Ye didn't listen to orders properly did ye?

Hakon: "Of course."

Diana's veil twitches upwards, an indication of a smile as justinian has taken to seeing it.

Justin smiles back at her. he's wearing his helmet, but with the face guard lifted.
"Nowhere else I could be anyway. Wouldn't put my men through something I won't do myself."

Titus: “Most of my men dismounted, but I didn’t want to risk our men being attacked by freshly rallied men.”

—

“Good, do you like my falcon?”

Theresa: riiiiiiiight

Totus: “And one of them cut me so I chased him....”

"That how yer describin it?"

Hakon: "You use it for hunting?"

Diana: "Virtuous. But, well, maybe you could be a little more careful."

Justin: What have I got to lose?

Titus: “Yes” he nods

—

Mordred: “Hunting and entertainment”

Diana: "Blood? I've heard its important."

Hakon: "Hmnph. Barnakonungur..." (Princeling)

Mord: “May I ask you something Hakon?”

Justin just shrugs at that
"You okay?"

Hakon: "Ask away. you've no guarantee of an answer."

Diana: "Yeah, we only lost a few people."

"I said you, not the immortals *smiles, standing up now*"

Diana: "... i didn't get hurt."

Justin: not just that. We haven't talked since... well...

Diana: "Since?"

"We found out about Sakhmet"

Mordred: “I have met all kinds of men, some who spent their life mining, building, felling tree and yet none have your strength. I have fought hundreds of thenguli at sea, and none would match you. How did you become so strong?”

Diana: "But we talked about it... Its not an issue. is it?"

Hakon frowns, and calls back to mordred, dismissively. "Drank a lot of milk when i was a lad." before continuing his patrol

Mordred releases his falcon and watches it soar across the desert as it hunts for fresh prey. His mind now full of theories regarding Hakon and how to best him

Theresa: *chuckles* If ye say so

Titus: “Nice to see you all concerned over this mortal wound!” His voice takes on a theatrical tone “My good looks might be ruined!”

Justin: no issue. I'm just...worried about you. *smile becomes more awkward*

Theresa: good looks?

Titus: “Oof, Right in the heart” he clutches ahold of his chest, pretending he’s been stabbed in the heart

Diana: "I... I'm fine. Glad to see you again..."

He sheaths his gladius, walking over to her