CamCrux
Magistrate
A new cooperation between Keigera and myself. The first picture got an 'underage' question or warning from DA. The second one might not (?)
For the second picture, the text has been slightly altered to remove the two occurences of the word "naked" ...
The first part of the text is by Keigera, the second part by myself, as well as the pictures.
I am from the Cimbri people, the daughter of a great warrior and king.
When the sea began to flood our coastal lands, we left them and entered the fighting lands, but we were soon driven out by local tribes. Having crossed the Danube, our Cimbri tribe moved south into the lands of the Scordis who inhabited Pannonia, from where we went west, invading Norik. A great war then began with the damned Romans, the children of the wolf Fenrir. The Cimbrian War began. For a long time our warriors prevailed and defeated them. Those victories burst their heads. I dreamed of the day when I would see their capital before burning it down. My dreams have come true, but not in the way I expected. That great battle, the battle fought near a place they call Vercellae, practically brought my people to their knees. We lost. Many great warriors died in that battle. Many women, seeing the defeat of the men, rushed into the thick of the battle and committed suicide. Many but not all. It was too late when they broke into our settlement.
Then there was a triumph. I did see Rome but I was walking in a column of captured booty. Later, one of the triumphants, Quintus Lutatius Catulus, used his share of the booty to build himself a mansion on the Palatine and a portico, decorating both buildings with the trophies of the Cimbrian War and taking me, the daughter of the defeated king, as a slave, and gave me to his wife as a living symbol and a naked reminder of their great victory. And now I stand doomly in this mansion, built on the tears of our tribe and feeling the weight of the slave's collar on my neck, with bitterness I understand that I will no longer have another fate, such as becoming a great warrior. I can not accept that fate.
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By Mars and Janus, the girl will drive me mad ! She is as headstrong as her father Boiorix, the late king of the Cimbri.
After our victory over the barbarians at Vercellae, Venna, as she is named, became part of my booty and was brought to Rome where I took her as a house slave. She has been rebellious ever since, claiming she is the daughter of a king and not a slave and refusing to obey orders or to learn a word of Latin. She said she would rather die than be a slave to us Romans ... She sets a bad example for the other slaves of my domus. My wife Servilia has had her flogged twice, to no avail.
How can such a young and frail-looking girl stand up to me, Quintus Lutatius Catulus, Victor of the Cimbri and Consul of Rome? If this were known, I would be the laughing stock of the Senate and the second consul, the ambitious and intriguing Gaius Marius, would not hesitate to take advantage of the situation to discredit me.
I should have her crucified and be rid with her but by Jupiter I can't, she is a key hostage of the Cimbri and I am sure the little vixen knows this.
Now we have summoned her again to try one last time to break her resistance. We've had her stripped naked to impress her condition upon her and she but has turned her back on us...
Maybe I could give her as a gift to Gaius Marius ?
For the second picture, the text has been slightly altered to remove the two occurences of the word "naked" ...
The first part of the text is by Keigera, the second part by myself, as well as the pictures.
I am from the Cimbri people, the daughter of a great warrior and king.
When the sea began to flood our coastal lands, we left them and entered the fighting lands, but we were soon driven out by local tribes. Having crossed the Danube, our Cimbri tribe moved south into the lands of the Scordis who inhabited Pannonia, from where we went west, invading Norik. A great war then began with the damned Romans, the children of the wolf Fenrir. The Cimbrian War began. For a long time our warriors prevailed and defeated them. Those victories burst their heads. I dreamed of the day when I would see their capital before burning it down. My dreams have come true, but not in the way I expected. That great battle, the battle fought near a place they call Vercellae, practically brought my people to their knees. We lost. Many great warriors died in that battle. Many women, seeing the defeat of the men, rushed into the thick of the battle and committed suicide. Many but not all. It was too late when they broke into our settlement.
Then there was a triumph. I did see Rome but I was walking in a column of captured booty. Later, one of the triumphants, Quintus Lutatius Catulus, used his share of the booty to build himself a mansion on the Palatine and a portico, decorating both buildings with the trophies of the Cimbrian War and taking me, the daughter of the defeated king, as a slave, and gave me to his wife as a living symbol and a naked reminder of their great victory. And now I stand doomly in this mansion, built on the tears of our tribe and feeling the weight of the slave's collar on my neck, with bitterness I understand that I will no longer have another fate, such as becoming a great warrior. I can not accept that fate.
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By Mars and Janus, the girl will drive me mad ! She is as headstrong as her father Boiorix, the late king of the Cimbri.
After our victory over the barbarians at Vercellae, Venna, as she is named, became part of my booty and was brought to Rome where I took her as a house slave. She has been rebellious ever since, claiming she is the daughter of a king and not a slave and refusing to obey orders or to learn a word of Latin. She said she would rather die than be a slave to us Romans ... She sets a bad example for the other slaves of my domus. My wife Servilia has had her flogged twice, to no avail.
How can such a young and frail-looking girl stand up to me, Quintus Lutatius Catulus, Victor of the Cimbri and Consul of Rome? If this were known, I would be the laughing stock of the Senate and the second consul, the ambitious and intriguing Gaius Marius, would not hesitate to take advantage of the situation to discredit me.
I should have her crucified and be rid with her but by Jupiter I can't, she is a key hostage of the Cimbri and I am sure the little vixen knows this.
Now we have summoned her again to try one last time to break her resistance. We've had her stripped naked to impress her condition upon her and she but has turned her back on us...
Maybe I could give her as a gift to Gaius Marius ?
I particularly like how you have replaced some of the background figures with additional slavegirls - possibly the next ones to come on stage for sale, looking to see what kind of crowd they are playing to.
