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At last the Augusta may emerge from her alcove, as she notices that the bevy of colourful new slaves have really livened the place up. She waves her husband, the Emperor, bye bye and prepares to party with the really interesting people. They're her set, after all. She begins to discuss the intricacies of nail polish with a particularly gorgeous drag queen, and asks how s/he thinks the Emperor would look in green organza.

 

As for the snow falling - thank the gods, she thinks! She thought the lovely stuff would never arrive. Now for a mirror....

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The mention of snow brings GPM back to the land of the living, I really must slow down with the un-watered wine, it knocks me out.... or was it Caldrail who knocked me out after I accidentally mistook his arse for that of our gracious hostess and gave it a gentle squeeze, the last thing I remember is thinking "Wow! She must really work out..... but a razor wouldn't go a miss!"........ Then everything went black!

 

Anyway, did somebody say it was snowing..........

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AC returns to the fold after a short time away and finally realises he is on a hiding to nothing. He comes clean and attempts to mix it and live things up a little...

 

Aaahhh... the snow... lovely little white tender soft, wet snowflakes!! How beautiful!!!

 

Wow GPM.. that's a mighty bump on the old bonce mate!! How did THAT happen?

 

Now I'm being asked to wear green organza or whatever... oh well... in for a denarius........ there's a little tittering going on - but what the hell... I feel librerated... I can feel the shackles falling away with every second!! Fantastic.... OUCH!!!!!!!!!! Who the hell has just pinched my arse? I look around but all faces look inocently skyward. Great laughter fills the huge room and I join in the fun!!! What a life... "Welcome to our fold AC... it's about time you let your er... 'hair' down!!"

 

GO is gobsmacked and conjures up a scheme in his little mind - if there is one in there!! What now???

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Wooooosh*crack*

"Come here, Gaius... Mistress wants to punish you... You've been a very, very naughty boy..... "

Wooooosh*crack*

"SQUEAL PIGGIE!"

Wooooosh*crack*

"SQUEAL HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!"

 

Ye gods that slavegirl worked in my own home! She needs to be a bit careful with that whip, Caesar nearly got flogged there....

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Wooooosh*crack*

"Come here, Gaius... Mistress wants to punish you... You've been a very, very naughty boy..... "

Wooooosh*crack*

"SQUEAL PIGGIE!"

Wooooosh*crack*

"SQUEAL HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!"

 

Ye gods that slavegirl worked in my own home! She needs to be a bit careful with that whip, Caesar nearly got flogged there....

 

Hahahahaha! Methinks Caldrail, a.k.a. M. Laronius Ralla, is truly a dark Roman, and thus requires an additional, dark identity...

 

Through the magic of the Ars Magna, Nephele cracks her whip and transforms M. Laronius Ralla into...

 

A. Romanus Darkus

(AKLNLADMRAAOLR -alll +usus)

 

Nephele steps back and admires her handiwork. Ah, the reptilian eye goes well with the new look!

 

-- Nephele

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Romanus Darkus informs you all that unless you pay me ten million sestercii by next sunday afternoon I will unleash my secret doomsday weapon. Hey, lets start as we mean to go on.... Oh, you need a demonstration of my evil power? very well, say goodbye to... Pompeii...

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Well, Romanus... you definitely are a Darkus Evilus!!!! Was there any real need to do that to Pompeii? If you want all that money you could just take it... after all - with powers that can destroy a huge city.. why waste time asking everyone to bring money to you? It means sitting around in your cave waiting for trivial little humans to bring that dosh to you and you must be quite bored!! Why not come out and try and take it? Can you really handle the full wrath of all true Romans who wish to defend their truly hard earned lifestyles?

 

Come on.. come out or we'll smoke you out!! We can do withoutthe playthingsof Nephele destroying everything.... some party!!!!

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Romanus Darkus chuckles and strokes a white cat. No, Caesar, you never find my secret hideout hidden in the crater of... Doh! Well anyway, you won't find it. look I'm not a spoilsport. You can party as much as you like. Now give me the dosh or i open the borders and let in millions of german dole seekers.... mwuhahahahahaaaaaaaaa

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"Someone called?" The Augusta has realised that at last her services are required. She eyes Romanus Darkus with purpose and cracks her knuckles..... She has grown very fond of Doc, whose party is being constantly sabotaged by the rabble. While her mild-mannered husband attempts to conciliate all parties (will he never learn?) she sets about taking Darkus on one side to show him the delights of her pharmacopia..........

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Its not my fault! I never wanted to be a roman supervillain! You don't know how lonely it is out there being evil, nobody wants to talk to you, heroes keep trashing your bases, and all those mindless minions who just cannot do their jobs properly... (sob) Its not fair.... I'm going to get drunk....

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Its not my fault! I never wanted to be a roman supervillain! You don't know how lonely it is out there being evil, nobody wants to talk to you, heroes keep trashing your bases, and all those mindless minions who just cannot do their jobs properly... (sob) Its not fair.... I'm going to get drunk....

 

I really expected there to be a lumberjack reference there...

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No no, its all part of my evil dude persona. They all do this. When things don't go your way have a tantrum, sob, and the do-gooders can't help feel sorry for you. Then its time to pounce! So, without further ado, I draw your attention to the ice sculpture cunningly placed in the room center. Look closer, and you 'll see a rope embedded in it. If the rope is released, the floor of this room, cleverly hinged, will drop everyone into a cellar filled with rabid kittens. Of course, I don't mind telling you this because you have no chance to escape, and I think its time to bid adieu to the elite of Rome.... haha... hahahahahaaaaa.... mwuhahahahahahahahahahaaa cough splutter...

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