Post by konan on Apr 5, 2011 1:02:31 GMT -5
The scene opens in a packed room faux marble pillars flank both sides of the space. Men and women dressed in dark robes scurry around in front of a raised platform. The platform serves as a kind of stage with steps a long set of steps leading up to it. The camera pans round the room before settling on the top of the steps were a man sits atop a glorious throne. The gold plated chair is cushioned with red velvet padding as the mysterious figure sits forward assessing all that stands before him. A scantily clad woman stands beside the throne with a silver serving dish in her hand. The plate is filled with various exotic fruits she offers some to the figure only for her advances to be rebuffed. The camera zooms in on the male’s face as he begins addressing his audience.
“My name is Hector Aurelius. There was a dream that was Rome, you could only whisper it. Anymore than a whisper and it would vanish it was that fragile. And during my absence it would seem that someone screamed its name from the rooftops hence why Rome has shattered. Now it is nothing more than a mere shadow of its former self which is a great disappointment. Now I have come to inhabit this sham of a place, men and women drive horseless chariots through their villages. Eating more than their fair share whilst others starve and fade away. Is this what I fought all those years for? All those years...”
Hector pauses cupping the side of his head with both of his hands, the sound emitted by his teeth grinding together echoes throughout the hall. His brow furrows displaying to all the pain he is currently suffering, he punches his thigh an action that strikes fear into the serving girl that stands beside him. For a brief second everyone below him stops before quickly returning to their previous actions for fear of earning his wrath. He raises his head from its hung state before readdressing everyone in the room.
“I was promised that I would be riding through green fields with the sun shining on my face and instead I find myself here. The men of this time are pathetic; there isn't a valiant soul amongst them. But enough self pity for today I was born for battle and that is just what I plan on doing. Hopefully when I defeat enough of your so called warriors I will finally reach Elysium.”
Hector stands up from his seated position and stretches his arms. His leather armour creaks as he moves preparing to descend the stairs. His slow pace sends a strong message to all in the room emitting a powerful aura. His very walk lets everyone know he is a true leader of legendary proportion. He reaches the bottom of the long stair way and glares directly into the eye of the camera.
“Men will fall by my hand as many have in the past for I am a true gladiator of the world. I shall master this sport like I have many others for it is my destiny to overcome any obstacle fate has chosen to place in my way. Glory and Honour is what I shall bring to this GHW as I stand as a God amongst man and heretics alike. For what I do in life shall echo throughout eternity.”
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“My name is Hector Aurelius. There was a dream that was Rome, you could only whisper it. Anymore than a whisper and it would vanish it was that fragile. And during my absence it would seem that someone screamed its name from the rooftops hence why Rome has shattered. Now it is nothing more than a mere shadow of its former self which is a great disappointment. Now I have come to inhabit this sham of a place, men and women drive horseless chariots through their villages. Eating more than their fair share whilst others starve and fade away. Is this what I fought all those years for? All those years...”
Hector pauses cupping the side of his head with both of his hands, the sound emitted by his teeth grinding together echoes throughout the hall. His brow furrows displaying to all the pain he is currently suffering, he punches his thigh an action that strikes fear into the serving girl that stands beside him. For a brief second everyone below him stops before quickly returning to their previous actions for fear of earning his wrath. He raises his head from its hung state before readdressing everyone in the room.
“I was promised that I would be riding through green fields with the sun shining on my face and instead I find myself here. The men of this time are pathetic; there isn't a valiant soul amongst them. But enough self pity for today I was born for battle and that is just what I plan on doing. Hopefully when I defeat enough of your so called warriors I will finally reach Elysium.”
Hector stands up from his seated position and stretches his arms. His leather armour creaks as he moves preparing to descend the stairs. His slow pace sends a strong message to all in the room emitting a powerful aura. His very walk lets everyone know he is a true leader of legendary proportion. He reaches the bottom of the long stair way and glares directly into the eye of the camera.
“Men will fall by my hand as many have in the past for I am a true gladiator of the world. I shall master this sport like I have many others for it is my destiny to overcome any obstacle fate has chosen to place in my way. Glory and Honour is what I shall bring to this GHW as I stand as a God amongst man and heretics alike. For what I do in life shall echo throughout eternity.”
eot
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