The First Legion

This is a srp about the first legion of British soldiers to join the Roman invasion of the British Isles. We are currently looking for a few more roles, cheak the OOC list for more details, https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=303962

Daniel Enex

The legion's sword champion dodged backwards, then ducked another slash and responded with a quick jab at the younger man's gut. The Roman jumped away and set his gladius up in a defensive posture as Daniel raised his blade, beckoning the yound man forward.
"Oh just finish him Daniel!" called his best friend from the front of the growing crowd.
"This kid is pretty good, it would be a shame to embarrase him." Daniel replied, turning and smiling at his friend, and at the last moment hopping out of range of a quick jab from his opponent. His attention went back to his opponent and he swatted the follow up aside with a quick counter attack that caught the younger man in the ribs. If they were using real gladii it would have cut into the man's ribs and ended his life, but as it was the iron filled wood thumped painfully against his ribs and the man fell to the ground. Daniel threw his practice gladius to the side of the ring, and it was caught be Alexander, who quickly handed it off to one of the new British recruites. Daniel extended his hand to the young Roman. He took it and was pulled back up to his feet.
“Come back in a couple of years when you have gained your full speed. How old are you anyway soldier?” Daniel asked, taking the sword from him and brushing some dirt from the young soldiers uniform.
“17 years sir.”
“Well, you are very good for your age, you could be great, you just need to develop your instincts a little more and work on your balance. When I beat you, you were overextended, and when I hit you, you fell. Work on your balance.”
“Thank you sir.” The young Roman said as he stalked back to his friends who all congratulated him on staying ‘alive’ as long as he did. Daniel found his way back to Alexander and they headed towards the officer’s tent.
“That boy will be dead within the month.” Daniel commented, to which Alex just nodded solemly. Before he could respond though a rider of the Legion’s scouts came to a halt before them and quickly hopped from his fast steed.
“Sorry to interrupt sirs, but you told me us to report any unusual activity.” This put the two friends into a hurry towards the command tent and the rider hurried after them. “Sir, the village three kilometers to the north is abandoned.” Daniel looked over his right shoulder and raised an eyebrow.
“It is probably a trap, we send in a century to investigate, and they trap us there, and kill us all.”
The scout just nodded then went on. “I was thinking the same thing sir. So I think you should send a century to the village.”
“Go on,” Daniel said. The scout laid out a devious plan, and it was quickly executed. By sundown 100 Roman soldiers were marching into the village, 1000 quietly circling it, waiting for the trap to be sprung, so that they could spring their’s.

Daniel and Alexander stood side by side, waiting for the expected British attack, but appearing to be supervising the search.

Brietta

A leather clad Brietta crouched low in one of the village's "abandoned" dwellings, one of her honey eyes peeking through a crack in the wall.

"Maybe they won't come." the man next to her commented, he was her second in command.

"They will come." she said in a very confident tone.

She had seen their scout ride through earlier that day, and knew that once he had reported his finding to the officers the allure of an abandoned town with possible goods to loot would be too much for the Romans to pass up.

Sure enough, just as the sun was setting in the sky Brietta peered through the crack to see them riding straight in to her trap. She counted how many men they had brought. One hundred, her and her 500 men would be able to dispose of them easily. With their blue painted skin they were often called "devils" by the invaders. The tradition of painting themselves in this way before a battle had been one followed by the British celts for as long as she could remember.

She waited until the soldiers had made their way to the center of the village, that way when her men sprang out from their hiding spaces they could easily surround their enemy. Her eyes narrowed on the two men that were obviously the leaders of this search. She thought of picking off one of them now with her arrow. Her men knew not to attack until she had fired the first shot. She changed her mind though, thinking it cowardly to kill them now so quickly before she had a chance to fight them face to face.

Hiden by the shadows she silently moved to a place in the building where a pannel had been removed, giving her a clear shot. Taking an arrow from its quiver, she decided to aim at a soldier directly in front of the two in command. She wanted them to know how easily it could have been them. Slowly, she pulled back the arrow and pointed it at the man's heart. She released the arrow and it whirled at astonishing speed to hit her target with perfect accuracy.

As the dead soldier hit the ground, her warrriors charged forward with an ear spliting cry.

Alexander trusted Daniel with his life. Spending as much time as the two of them had together, fighting side by side in countless battles - you had to trust someone. Daniel was a smart fighter, brilliant strategist and excellent leader - so when one hundred of the soldiers were commanded to go into the village - Alex nodded without speaking and gestured for his and Daniel's horses to be brought to them. He quickly mounted the black stallion and headed north to the village, knowing that their trap would work. A risk had to be taken for the other thousand soldiers to come in and take out the British resistance.

Pausing at the gates - Alexander looked around, feeling a little uneasy. His piercing blue eyes looking to the sky which was growing darker and darker my the moment. He always preferred fighting in the mid of day - but he would never question Daniel's decisions. If a battle had to be fought now - so be it. Heading into the 'abandoned' village, turning to his best friend and speaking in a low tone.

"Maybe if we were to wait and attack in the morn-"

Not able to finish his sentence, as the scout that they had sent in first was taken out, by a very well aimed arrow. His horse screamed suddenly as the man went down in a heap. The soldiers, becoming restless and panicked began spreading out. Pulling on the reigns hard, spinning around so he could see where Daniel was, yelling to him

"The arrow....building on your left"

"GET IN LINE!"

Clearly disgusted as to how the soldiers were behaving at the moment. He pulled his sword from his sheath and raised his shield, just waiting for Daniel to give an order

Daniel Enex

Daniel was startled by the death of the scout, as were the rest of the soldiers, but that was no ecuse for soldiers of Rome, even new ones would break formation when one was taken down.
"GET IN LINE!" Daniel shouted, jumping from his horse and pulling his gladius. The men quickly fell into ranks and as the hundreds of blue "devil's" moved to surround them, Daniel glanced towards the cabin and saw some shadows moving inside.
"Felix, put up the signal!" Daniel ordered and the arrow was lit, then launched high into the sky above the soon to be battle field.

Daniel stepped into the center of the front line and stood in formation, forming the solid shield wall as the British rushed in.
"First line, Javelines!" He shouted to the rookies around him. For some, this was their first battle. In a normal Roman legion, the second and third ranks would be veterens of many battles that Daniel could command forward to break enemy charges. But this was not a normal legion. Twenty javelin's arched forward as the volley was released into the rushing militia in front of them. Daniel estimated five hundred.

When the British and Roman armies came together, it seemed as if the Roman's were invinsible. Their better made weapons and armor cutting down the British around them. But after the first minute of intense melee, the inexperianced Roman soldiers were begining to break. Dan cut down those around him with what seemed to be comical ease as the relatively untrained British came in contact with his veteren gladiator sword arm. Alex was beside him the entire time, cutting down the charging British.
Daniel scenced more than saw the lines around him crumbling. He knew that if the formation broke however, that they were finished.
"Alexander!" Daniel called out over the screams of agony and battle cries. "Come with me!" he called out, then lopped the head off of a blue painted man. Then, to everyones surprise, Daniel started striding forward. He cut down all around him, and when at first he seemed invincible, now he was showing a few visible wounds and occationally an enemies weapon came through, and rarely leaving a red streak across his body. Those Roman's around him, inspired by the sight, seemed to adopt a new level of skill, as they finally began fighting as a century, not 100 individual men. The fresh soldiers surged forward and joined at his back in the slow counter charge. It was then that he heard the distant pounding of hooves as the Roman cavalry poured out of the forest and down towards the surrounded century. Roman legionairs flowed over on their heel's over 1000 seasoned Roman soldiers, now surrounding the wild men of England. Daniel now was just steps away from the hut which was the origin of the arrow that had killed the scout. The British Roman soldiers came to a close around him, leaving a perimiter around the hut, which they were now holding, their reenforcements in sight.
"Archer, come out!" Daniel ordered in the British tounge. He didn't really expect anyone to come out, but felt strangely safe, somehow realizing that if she had wanted to kill him, she would have with the first arrow. His surprise was almost tangible when a beautiful young woman, painted blue like the rest, stepped out. He noted with mild interest that she carried a few Roman items. She had obviously survived at least one melee with the Roman's before today.
"Stand back, she is a dangerous one, I will take care of her!" he ordered, his men turning back to the fight, using the bodies that were turned in to watch what was happening to support the lines of weakening Roman's. "Alex, don't let them break. Hold the formation yourself if you have to." he ordered to his friend, though he did not look at him. His eyes were trained on the young woman standing in front of him, she had no fear in her.
"Why didn't you kill me?" he asked in her language, slowly approching, but keeping his weapons ready.

Brietta smiled as she watched the surprised Roman troops begin to break their formations as her men surged forward, and for a moment it seemed as if everything was going exactly as she had planned.

Then suddenly one of the commanding officers stepped forward into the sea of British, striking down all who neared him. She stared at him in awe, his skill with a sword surpased any that she had ever seen. But the look in her eyes soon turned to one of anger when she saw the effect that he was having on the rest of the Romans. He seemed to renew their energy and they began to fight with even more skill than before.

"No! That fool, he will ruin everything!" she shouted, her voice muffled by the sounds of war.

This one was clearly their leader. Kill him and the rest would fall in to chaos. She knew what she had to do, but paused a moment before choosing another arrow. It felt a shame to kill such a powerful creature while hiding in the shadows like a coward, but the cries of her dieing kinsmen quickly brought her back to reality. She would not let her pride get in the way of her duty. Now all she needed was a clear shot.

Just then the thundering sound of horses galloping was heard.

"NO!!!" Brietta screamed.

It had been a trap. She watched in horror as what seemed to countless Roman soldiers surrounded her men, then the very hut that she was in. In the center of them stood the one who had tricked her, the one with the short black hair.

"Archer, come out!"

Knowing she had no other choice, she exited the hut with her chin held high. She was pleased to see the surprise on the men's faces upon seeing a woman emerge. She thought she could even detect the faintist traise of it in the commander's piercing grey eyes. She stared back at those eyes with a fierce hatred. He shouted something to his men and they all turned outward to face the dwindling battle. She was not afraid of this man, nor any other. If it was her destiny to die here at this battle than so be it, but she would not be going without a fight. He said something to one of his men, all the while his eyes stared into hers. She stared right back, their gazed locked in a silent battle.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Brietta frowned.

"A momentary lapse in judgement I assure you." she said, "I thought it cowardly to kill you before I had the chance to fight you myself, but if I had known the trouble you were about to cause for my men I would have shot my arrow through your heart instead. Lucky for me, mine is a mistake easily remedied."

With that she took the dagger hidden at her side and lunged it at his throat.

There was nothing like the smell of blood - especially the smell of blood in the evening. Surging forwards with Daniel, not caring who he struck or how, as long as each time he brought his sword back there was enemy blood on it. Swinging and thrusting the blade as cleanly and smoothly as Daniel nearly. Felling as if his horse was holding him back, he jumped off to get right in the action. Catching a stumbling 'blue devil' around the neck. Running the sword once through the man's stomach. A crazy-like grin coming across his face as he raised his sword once more and sliced the dying man's jugular vein. Blood spraying across his eyes, roughly wiping it away before moving onto his next victim.

Alexander was not sure how long they were fighting for, but he was more than glad when the reinforcments arrived. Easily over-powering the rebels - like always Daniel's plan had worked, with a relatively small fatality count. Looking around briefly to see how many soldiers they had left. He slowly sheathed his sword once more and peeled off the armour covering his right forearm. Surprised to find a wound - now that he had found it - it began to sting. Cursing softly before whistling - his black stallion trotting his way over to him.

"Alex, don't let them break. Hold the formation yourself if you have to."

"As you command"

Sighing wearily, he mounted his ride once more and moved to be back over near the others. Jerking his head to tell all the soldiers to follow orders. But it was clearly evident by the look on Alexander's face that he didnt agree with Daniels thinking. Muttering to himself, knowing that Daniel would most probably hear.

"Should kill the woman now..."

His anger quickly faded when he saw the woman lunge towards Daniel. His hand moved to the dagger strapped to his left calf - thinking about taking the woman out now - but Daniel would not like that and he was more than capable of looking after himself. Sighing, he almost laughed - this was just like his best friend, always hoping to find a good fight, so he shouted words of encouragement in their native tongue.

"Come on Daniel, its not possible that you could lose to a woman! Teach her a lesson"

Daniel Enex

When Daniel noticed the dagger lunging at his throat, he took a step back and leaned smightly, the blade missing by a few inches. Hs shield came up under the woman's elbow and knocked her dagger arm high. He brought his gladius up and made sure she noticed that it was still dripping blood, blood from her clansman.
"Are you sure you want to continue?" he asked, but knowing by the look of pure hatred in her eyes that it was no good. She did not respond except for another lunge, this one a bit more measured, which he slapped aside with his shield.
"Do you wish to negotiate your surrender?" he asked, making a quick parry as she brought her dagger back in. Again she didn't respond, at least not with words. As the two opponents circled and when her back was to Alex he smiled, seeing his friend cheering him on. Then when she attacked again, he dodged aside and grabbed the arm that held the dagger with his shield arm. He then twisted his body and brought her arm with him. Now she was in a bad situation. Her arm bent behind her back, and her face twisted as he gave her arm a gentle twist.
"Do you surrender?" he asked. They all knew that she was beaten. She just spit on his boot.
"Have it your way!" he said, bringing his leg around behind her's kicking her knee's out. Her knee's hit the ground hard and he eased up a bit on her arm, spinning further and kicking her in the thighs, she renched her arm out of his grasp just in time for the kick, and she fell to the ground, face in the blood soaked earth. Before she could turn over again Daniel was holding her own dagger to her neck, his knee holding her on the ground. She could do nothing but grunt in anger and maybe a little pain. He hoped he hadn't hurt her too badly. A soldier immediatly came forward and tied her hands behind her back.
"Get back to camp everyone. Carry our dead back to camp... bury their's."
"Yes sir." Came the reply from a few soldiers. "On your feet." Daniel ordered and eased the pressure off of her. When she refused to get up but instead tried to kick the back of Daniel's knee, he hopped her foot and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to her knee's. He then knelt in front of her, their faces just about six inches apart.
"If you want to live the night you will start listening." then he considered something. "Or maybe you would prefer to die..." he said as he whispered directly into her ear. "...either way, you are coming back to camp with us." As he brought his face away, the young woman's forhead slammed into his nose, and she tried to rise. Daniel recovered quickly enough to tackle her back to the dirt, but still had to give a shouting order to a soldier who drew his sword and came her way when she had headbutted him. Daniel was now on top of the young woman, holding her on the ground. Not a bad position he had to admit. Still the thought did not even enter his mind to rape her. As it would have to some, if not most of the other officers, had they captured her.
"Now why did you do that?" he asked, lifting a hand to whipe the blood from his nose.
(If you want to say something else just change it in your reply)
"You said I had to stand up," she said with malice.
Daniel smiled as she said this. 'Interesting woman, this one.' he thought to himself.
"Alex, help me with her." he said, pulling her to her feet, as Alex grabbed her other arm and they set off back to camp.

Alexander and the rest of the soldiers watched Daniel's and the British woman's fight with great amused interest. He had to admit the woman could fight and had talent, but nowhere nearly as gifted in fighting as Daniel. As the fight went on, more and more of the men began shouting words of encouragment to their commander. Alex looked up to the quickly setting sun and wondered how long this fight would be dragged out. Only seconds after thinking that - the woman was being tied up.

"Still in formation men"

Barking this order before he nudged his horse over to Daniel's direction, a relieved smile on his face. His gaze flickering to the tied woman. Pretty enough, but dangerous too. Not really sure what Daniel wanted with her, he jumped off his horse and headed closer to the pair of them.

"We should just be rid of her Daniel. Or atleast use her to get something from these other native animals..."

Passing soldiers who were getting rid of the other dead bodies laughed suddenly and shouted other suggestions

"We know a few thigns we could use her for!"

Laughing also, Alexander gestured them to move on. Turning back to see the woman headbutt Daniel upon standing up. Bursting out laughing at his friends, he simply nodded as he was asked to help with her, speaking in english so she would understand

"It wont serve you any good to act like this you hear? Harm my friend or try to - I'll let the rest of the men have you"

His blue eyes watching her carefully - his warning he was sure would never eventuate, but he had to stop her from acting this way. Taking her other arm, firmly he then suggested to Daniel

"Get your horse Daniel - you of all people shouldnt be walking back to camp. And you - no struggling, you'll end up falling off and breaking your neck"

With ease he lifted the woman onto his horse, laying her on her stomach over the horse in front of him. Mounting the horse once more before charging back to camp. Daniel arrived back only minutes later, at this point in time Alexander was dragging the rebel leader into Daniels tent. They could get more information out of her here.

Brietta

It quickly became evident, even to Brietta, that she was not going to be the one to win this fight. Though she hated to admit it she knew that he was more skilled than she, not to mention stronger and larger. Usually she could easily beat a larger apponent in a fight by using her speed, but not this time. The Roman easily blocked every one of her attacks. She wondered why he was simply blocking her attacks instead of just killing her. When he knocked her to the ground and held her own dagger to her neck she thought he would do just that, but instead she felt someone tying her wrists behind her back and he pulled her up to her knees to face him.

"If you want to live the night you will start listening... Or maybe you would prefer to die... either way, you are coming back to camp with us."

They were going to take her back to their camp?! This was something she could not allow. They were probably planning on torturing her for information...or worse! With his face so close to hers she did the first thing that came to her mind, she head butted him strait on the nose and tried to make a run for it. She might not be able to escape but at least one of the soldiers would run her through and spare her the shame of what she knew would be waiting for her at their camp. Unfortunately he managed to tackle her back to the ground before she made it very far. She smirked though when she saw the blood runing from his nose.

"Now why did you do that?" he asked, lifting a hand to whipe the blood from his nose.
"You said I had to stand up," she said with malice.

She was surprised to see him smile at her before pulling her to her feet and calling over his friend to help. She recognized him as the larger man that he had been talking with before the battle.

"It wont serve you any good to act like this you hear? Harm my friend or try to - I'll let the rest of the men have you"

"You and your friend just killed 500 of my clansmen! I shall harm whom ever I like, and if you or your men so much as try anything like that with me I shall make eunuchs of you all!" she growled at him once the black haired one left them.

Before she could protest any further he threw her up upon his horse. She forced herself not to cry as they rode to the Roman camp and then again when he dragged her into some tent. She struggled against him the entire way in, but he was much larger than her and with her hands tied there was not much she could do.

Pulling her into Daniel's tent - she had struggled all the way - and whilst it annoyed Alexander, he had to respect the fight within her. Still tied up, he tried to sit her down on the ground as nicely as possible, moving to sit on a chest across from her so he could remove the armour he was still wearing.

"You and your friend just killed 500 of my clansmen! I shall harm whom ever I like, and if you or your men so much as try anything like that with me I shall make eunuchs of you all!" she growled at him once the black haired one left them.

Thinking about what she had said earlier, his voice was lower and somewhat softer as he questioned her about it

"And you wouldnt have done the same thing if you were in our position?"

Ofcourse she would have. It was kill or be killed, and Alexander much prefered to stay alive just a little while longer. Throwing the remainding of his armour on the ground next to him as he waited patiently for Daniel to arrive. A little uncomfortable with the situation he glanced uneasily around the large tent, then back to the woman sitting before him, speaking more kindly than before.

"I was telling the truth before, co-operate with us and your safety is ensured"

Brietta

Brietta glared at him before stubbornly turning her face from his and staring at the ground.

"If I was in your position I would have stayed in Rome where I belonged." she grumbled under her breath.

She would never co-operate with the Romans. They had invaded her land, killed her father, and killed her clansmen too. They had ruined everything that she held dear, and she didn't trust them any further than she could throw them.

"If I was in your position I would have stayed in Rome where I belonged."

Raising an amused eyebrow at the woman. Her retort should have earned her a beating, or a slap atleast - but instead Alexander sat back against the chest and studied her for a moment. He was not such a cruel man. Laughing softly after awhile, nodding as he spoke.

"Perhaps it would have been better to have stayed....you're not the only one who has lot close ones"

Sighing at those terrible memories of seeing so many friends killed in battle. Noticing how quiet it had gotten, he cleared his throat and reached for the jug next to him, pouring himself a drink of chilled wine. Taking a sip he then moved back to Brietta. Kneeling down in front of her

"Those ropes must be tight - did you want me to take them off for a little while? Have a drink atleast"

Locking eyes with her then, to show his seriousness

"Dont try anything, you'll surely regret it"

Brietta

When he laughed in reaction to her comment it caught her off guard and she glanced up to look at him again.

"Perhaps it would have been better to have stayed....you're not the only one who has lot close ones"

A sigh passed his lips and she could tell by the far away look in his eyes that he was remembering something. His actions had her completely confused. Was this the same man that had dragged her inside the tent just moments before?

He moved to kneel in front of her.

"Those ropes must be tight - did you want me to take them off for a little while? Have a drink at least... Dont try anything, you'll surely regret it"

What was he up to? Surely he must be planning something. If she hadn't seen him take a sip first she would have thought that the wine was poisoned. She frowned at him, obviously puzzled.

"Why are you suddenly pretending to be so kind? Shouldn't you be worried of what I might do? Afterall, the last man that got this close to me ended up with a bloody nose."

Waiting for a reply, seeing the hesistation and the suspicion in her eyes. He shrugged slightly and raised the cup to his lips again - taking in a large mouthful and then swallowing. She must have thought it was poisoned...and who could blame her, being captive and all. But he had hoped his actions were enough to her that the wine was perfectly alright.

"Why are you suddenly pretending to be so kind? Shouldn't you be worried of what I might do? Afterall, the last man that got this close to me ended up with a bloody nose."

His blue eyes searching her face, choosing his words carefully, he was not used to speaking her native tongue- and some of the things he did say, usually came out wrongly.

"I'm not being kind - simply human....We are not all cruel all the time"

Smiling ever so slightly before continuing

"And besides - if you wanted to do something, you would have killed Daniel or I before. You went for the scout instead....why is that?"

Curious looking up to her face before glancing downwards, just checking for weapons of any sort - before he went behind her and proceeded to undo the ropes. There was no way Brietta could escape if she ever got past him.

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Brietta

A small sigh of relief escaped Brietta's lips when he untied the tight ropes that bound her wrists. She looked towards the entrace of the tent and for a moment thought of escape, but soon dismissed the idea knowing it was impossible. Even if she somehow managed to make it past this man in front of her, without a weapon, she was now in the middle of a camp full of Roman soldiers. No, she would have to wait and bide her time, and when the chance to escape presented itself she would take it. She brought her hands from behind her back and began to flex her fingers while rubbing her aching wrists.

"Daniel? Is that your friend's name? He asked me the same question earlier." she said not really answering him.

Taking the cup of wine that he offered her she took a tentative sip. Not finding anything wrong with the taste she took a larger drink, letting her mouth fill with the cool red liquid.

Daniel Enex

"A question you still haven't answered." Daniel said as he appeared in his tent. He was still armed and armored, but he had the curtosy to whipe the blood away before entering. "Don't worry though. I think I have already figured it out. You are their Queen, aren't you?" He asked, stepping into a closer proximity and giving a questioning glance at Alexander who was sitting so close to her. While he was speaking he placed a bowl of warm stew on the ground in front of her. "How's the arm?" he asked, taking a long drink of hot tea that he held in his hand. He seriously hoped he hadn't hurt her too badly before. He then remebered that a gladius and dagger were very close to her grasp, being on his hip. He took a quick step out of her reach.

"A question you still haven't answered."

Brietta quickly turned her head towards the tent's entrace when she heard Daniel speek. She resisted the urge to lunge at him, knowing that she didn't stand a chance without any weapons. Instead she contented herself with glaring at him, wishing that looks could kill.

"Don't worry though. I think I have already figured it out. You are their Queen, aren't you?"

A flicker of shock shone in her eyes, but it was quickly concealed and replaced with another glare. He placed a bowl of stew in front of her. Her stomach rumbled when the smell drifted to her nose, but she dared not eat any. Just because the wine had not been poisoned did not mean that the stew wouldn't be... especially now that he knew who she was.

"How's the arm?"

She subconsiously ran a hand across the large bruise that he had given her. It would be sore but no real harm had been done.

"How's your nose?" she replied bitterly.

Daniel Enex

"How's your nose?"
"I'll survive." Daniel replied. He noticed she made no move towards the food. "If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it when you tried to kill me. Eat something, you will feel better. Besides, now that I know your a queen don't you think you are far more valuable alive? Perhaps not." He said, running a hand over his unshaven chin. "Guard!" Daniel called, unstrapping his girdle and when the man came in he handed the man his belt.
"Don't let anyone in here... anyone. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
'There are some perks to being the Senior Centurion of the Legion,' he thought to himself. Only two people could enter now, both of them wouldn't hear about the prisoner for hours.
"So, tell me," he said, plopping himself into the chair next to his desk. "What is your name?"

Brietta

Brietta's gaze darted from Daniel to his friend, who she remembered Daniel calling to by the name of Alex during the battle. The two men had her greatly confused. They were not like the other Romans she had encountered so far. She looked once more at the tempting bowl of stew. She still didn't trust them, but she knew she needed to eat something and keep up her strength if she ever hoped to escape from this camp. Carefully she reached down and chose a large chunk of meat from the bowl, then placed it in her mouth and slowly began to chew. She ate a few more bites before turning again to Daniel to answer his question.

"Brietta...My name is Brietta."

Daniel Enex

"Brietta...my name is Brietta." she said.
"Pleasure to meet you Brietta, my name is Daniel Enex, Senior Centurion of the First Legion. This is Alexander Lucius, my Optio, or second." he said motioning to Alex. Why don't you sit down on something a little more comfortable?" he asked rising from his chair and pulling another from behind a table in his tent, placing it a few feet from his own, then placing another for Alex set apart from that one, so that they would be in a ring.
"Now, Brietta, I know what you are going to ask. Why are these Roman's treating me so well? The answer is simple my lady, you are a queen and will be treated as one. Then your next question will be why. That answer is also simple. I wish to know my enemy. To know your enemy better than you know yourself is to know no defeat." Daniel sat back in his chair as they took their seats. "Are you cold? Tired? Maybe you would like more food, or perhaps drink? Anything I can get you, I will. I know that you do not trust me, but I hope that someday, you will not hate me."

Brietta

Brietta stood slowly from the floor and took the seat that was offered her while listening to Daniel talk.

"...I wish to know my enemy. To know your enemy better than you know yourself is to know no defeat."

So this was part of some strategy of his then. Well if he was planning on her helping him and the rest of the Romans he had another thing coming. As soon as the oportunity presented itself she planned on making her escape.

"Are you cold? Tired? Maybe you would like more food, or perhaps drink? Anything I can get you, I will. I know that you do not trust me, but I hope that someday, you will not hate me."

She smiled as an idea struck her.

"Now that you mention it, a hot bath and fresh change of clothes would be nice." she told him.

Of course they would have to leave her alone while she bathed, surely even Romans had that much decency. With night falling shortly it would be the perfect time for her to sneak out of camp.

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Daniel Enex

"Now that you mention it, a hot bath and fresh change of clothes would be nice."
Daniel considered it for a moment then decided to let her have her bath.
"Granted. You can have a bath in a few minutes. Guard!" the man holding Daniel's weapon belt steped in. "Warm a bucket of water and get a cloth."
"Yes Sir." the guard said.
"Clothing however will be difficult to come by. There are not many women in the Legion's. But I'll see what I can do." Daniel leaned forward and looked in her eyes. The hatred was still buried there, just beneath the surface. Daniel still knew she would make her escape attempt, and most likely try to kill a few in the process. But for now, he would wait. He had already learned much from her, through her actions and responces. The Briton's truly hated the Roman's. Everything about them.
"Brietta, Do you know that some Roman's, mostly the politician's who have never actually had to face one of the many people we have conquered, actually believe that we are doing you people a favor? Did you ever consder that maybe we are? Sure, we came here to conquer your land, but did any of you ever consider the great things we can bring to your people. Or what we already have? For the past thousand years you have been fighting among yourselves. No one gaining anything except more blood on their hands. Now, now that we have come you are all united, standing against a common enemy. Right now, all of your tribes working together will be more productive than you were in the last thousand years combined. What will happen if you win? You will simply fall back into your own problem's. You will never be a unified nation, under a common government with all the people's good in mind. Maybe in 1000 years you will finally realize the benefit of standing united, working for the common good and making the world a better place. Maybe not." Daniel sat back in his chair, and he could tell that his words had a minimal effect. "So, I know what your choice will be. You will choose to fight to your last breath, only causeing more death and pain for your people. I think you should at least consider surrendering before you all die. Because I know that Rome will not accept defeat. That city so far away controlles many times the amount of soldiers as there are people on this island. The only thing that can be gained for your people by fighting, is more burial mounds. until the fall of this mighty Roman Empire the bodies of your country men will stack on top of each other at the blades of Roman Legions. I know that you don't want to hear it, but there is very little hope of your victory." he knew that she would never surrender. He could tell by the arrogance in her eyes, or maybe it was hope? "Many countries have fought against us. Every one has fallen. Rome has not failed to conquer any land it has attacked. Why should yours be any different. We have fought against armies of twenty times your number today and beaten them. Armies of elephants, who were fifteen foot tall and thousands of pounds, have falled on Roman spears. You will fall like all the rest." Daniel picked up a cup sitting on his desk and drank a long gulp of the cool wine.