For Ruse/ Baudin:
It seems the leader one of Rome’s most ancient and lauded houses is displeased with your recent activities. He has gone to great lengths to sabotage your plans and efforts, and wherever you go, people turn away from you. All your powers are negated during the coming day, and you are not allowed to vote on lynches.
For Silanah:
You stalk through the streets of Rome, two long daggers hidden under your cloak, following your target as he goes from one exclusive mansion to the next, accompanied by several torchbearers. While he himself seems to lose control over his legs a little more after each visit, his bodyguards stay ever vigilant, and you can't get to a shadow or alleymouth closeby enough for a dagger throw, let alone to cut his throat.
You did not kill last night.
For Liosan:
A bag of sestertii, enough to purchase his own freedom and that of his wife, were enough to make Rashan’s personal scribe, aslave, betray his master’s most recent dealings. Sadly, Rashan has not taken any actions yet, so there is nothing for you to learn from his account.
For Gamelon:
As you rise, you are greeted at breakfast by your wife, a rare enough occurance. All throughout the meal, she's prattling how she'd love to go see that new dressmaker that her niece Laetitia is going on about forever and ever. Clearly, her rendez vous last night was a success, and you'd better give her what she wants... There's little love in your marriage, but plenty of opportunism, and she learns secrets through her charm that you'd never even glean.
Kessobahn is a Republican.
For Korlat:
One of your servants informs you that several reliable sources mention that
Kessobahn is a Republican. Otherwise, last night's politicking yielded no results worthy to mention; everything went according to plan.
For D'riss:
Sadly, your guest cancelled his appointment. You learn nothing you didn't know already.
For Emurlahn:
When you leave the Senate, you are approached by a slave in Brutus’ colours. With a bow, he presents you with a scroll, then turns and walks away rapidly. The whole exchange did not last more than ten seconds, and you are sure no-one else witnessed it. You walk home, and open it in your study.
“My friend,
You were brave enough to help me bring the tyrant down, yet now I see you hesitate and doubt the justice of our actions. You seem beset by guilt. Let me tell you, my friend: you did what was right. You stood up for Rome.
But sadly, Caesar’s demise – let me remind you, he was family of mine, and I mourn his passage daily – did not spell the end of our trials. Marc Anthony,the man who offered Caesar the crown of the King of Rome, now wants to rule alone. And behind him, Caesar’s nephew Octavian sharpens the dagger. These two are men of ambition, and this is not over until they are defeated.
The Pontifex seems paralyzed. I admire his will to compromise, but a compromise will still violate the safety of the Republic, for it will require that Marc Anthony will remain in command of the legions, which will make him as dangerous as he is now. I’d much rather see youin his stead: a man of honour and daring, with love for the Republic. Gaul is still not entirely pacified, it could use the justice and skill of a true Roman patrician like yourself.
Yours sincerely, Brutus.”
You are now a member of the Brutii.
Your contact within the faction is Omtose.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 06 January 2009 - 11:08 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.