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Praefectus Praetorio said:
Morgurix saluted his leader and handed Gaius his vitis (vinewood rod of about 1 m. in length - a centurion's symbol of office with which they disciplined soldiers or even Roman citizens). The Optio carried his own staff (called a hastile), which was used to keep the legionaries in line. This staff was almost as tall as Morgurix himself.
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I can't help but wonder whether we (or more precisely, Barbara) will make a more intimate acquaintance with these two symbols of rank in the near future.
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Looks like these Goth girls are about to be taught a lesson, they won't soon forget!


Note that both Optio and Centurio carry their sword on their right side. A symbol of rank.
 
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
I can't help but wonder whether we (or more precisely, Barbara) will make a more intimate acquaintance with these two symbols of rank in the near future.
Vitis -
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The vitis made an appearance on a Deviantart work by vesubio79bc -
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Looks like these Goth girls are about to be taught a lesson, they won't soon forget!


Note that both Optio and Centurio carry their sword on their right side. A symbol of rank.
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Even without your control of events, it is inevitable that Barb will soon be able to compare their relative effectiveness!
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Maihstus! (meh-stoos)
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Barbaria is speaking up for the Goth Girls' #maihtu movement.

Praefectus Praetorio said:
The vitis made an appearance
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Literally, a vine, or a vine-stalk, which was the centurion's mark of rank. So vitem tenet, 'he holds the vine' means 'he's a centurion'.
A new-growth stalk pruned off a vine would indeed be springy and useful for caning bad Goth-girls.
 
“A fine display, Calixtus,” observed Lucius Piso, “but I can’t help but feel that there is one change that would improve the view.” He winked at the others.
“It was only awaiting the arrival of your eminentiarum (eminences),” said Gaius, gesturing to one of his men. The man went up to the girl and pulled off the lumbare, to a collective intake of breath from the onlookers. The hyper-exposed position left none of Barb’s secret treasures hidden. Bent and spread, she displayed her sex in a way that might make a modern stripper blush.

“Well then," said Lucius, with a slight catch in his voice as he shifted in his seat (many of the men were also moving to adjust their equipment as the lewd sight aroused high interest; the courtyard seemed much warmer all of a sudden) and loosened the collar of his toga, "it is time to get on with the punishment of this Gothic bitch. Antonius, you are the owner. It seems right that we grant to you the primum sanguinem ictum (lit. first blood-strike, first blow drawing blood, or the deflowering of a virgin). Take that treasure she has so thoughtfully saved for we Roman elite!”
Galerius nodded thanks and rose to his feet, though somewhat unsteady. Giving a loud belch, he said, “I shall be glad to be the first of many to make this slut scream.” As he started forward, he almost stumbled and fell. However, a nearby soldier grabbed his elbow and gently guided the young aristocrat to the iugum. The seated aristocrats looked at each other with smiles of derision. The soldiers standing around elbowed each other and chuckled.

The drunken youth drooled as he approached the lewdly exposed nether regions of the Goth girl. A total captive of raging desire, Galerius struggled to throw off his toga and then peel his subligāculum (underpants) down his legs as quickly as possible. When he did, all in the atrium spied his erection. Underneath his grossly fat belly, combined with his thin legs, the underwhelming size of his tool made a very comical sight. Snickers broke out from the soldiers, and stage-whispered comments like Naughtius Maximus, Sillius Soddus, and Biggus Dickus, drew even louder laughs. However, a quick, stern look from the Optio and a firm rapping of his heavy hastile on the ground brought instant silence from the men. They knew well the pain his staff could cause.
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
Snickers broke out from the soldiers, and stage-whispered comments like Naughtius Maximus, Sillius Soddus, and Biggus Dickus, drew even louder laughs.
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The parents of these men were obviously not consulting the Empire’s advice scrolls on the currently most popular/dignified names for your male child when they were born. I’ll bet they would have liked to have seen their parents crucified. ;)
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
“A fine display, Calixtus,” observed Lucius Piso, “but I can’t help but feel that there is one change that would improve the view.” He winked at the others.
“It was only awaiting the arrival of your eminentiarum (eminences),” said Gaius, gesturing to one of his men. The man went up to the girl and pulled off the lumbare, to a collective intake of breath from the onlookers. The hyper-exposed position left none of Barb’s secret treasures hidden. Bent and spread, she displayed her sex in a way that might make a modern stripper blush.

“Well then," said Lucius, with a slight catch in his voice as he shifted in his seat (many of the men were also moving to adjust their equipment as the lewd sight aroused high interest; the courtyard seemed much warmer all of a sudden) and loosened the collar of his toga, "it is time to get on with the punishment of this Gothic bitch. Antonius, you are the owner. It seems right that we grant to you the primum sanguinem ictum (lit. first blood-strike, first blow drawing blood, or the deflowering of a virgin). Take that treasure she has so thoughtfully saved for we Roman elite!”
Galerius nodded thanks and rose to his feet, though somewhat unsteady. Giving a loud belch, he said, “I shall be glad to be the first of many to make this slut scream.” As he started forward, he almost stumbled and fell. However, a nearby soldier grabbed his elbow and gently guided the young aristocrat to the iugum. The seated aristocrats looked at each other with smiles of derision. The soldiers standing around elbowed each other and chuckled.

The drunken youth drooled as he approached the lewdly exposed nether regions of the Goth girl. A total captive of raging desire, Galerius struggled to throw off his toga and then peel his subligāculum (underpants) down his legs as quickly as possible. When he did, all in the atrium spied his erection. Underneath his grossly fat belly, combined with his thin legs, the underwhelming size of his tool made a very comical sight. Snickers broke out from the soldiers, and stage-whispered comments like Naughtius Maximus, Sillius Soddus, and Biggus Dickus, drew even louder laughs. However, a quick, stern look from the Optio and a firm rapping of his heavy hastile on the ground brought instant silence from the men. They knew well the pain his staff could cause.
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Galerius really is a monstrous pig!
 
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It is as if I drew it myself!! Well, not really. If I'd drawn it, it would look like a drunken kindergartener's work.

Really Sett - that is magnificent - the setting, the color, the multiple characters as they would be relaxing and enjoying Barb's suffering! Seriously it is one of your very best illustrations yet :clapping: :clapping: :clapping: :clapping:

I am very flattered that my humble writing could inspire such fine art!
 
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