by Max Barry

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Region: Xedas

Vitaesroma wrote:(A few minutes before docking)

It is a normal day in Lolita. The sky is a wonderful shade of blue, seagulls and other birds glide across the sky near the docks. The scent of the ocean flies alongside the gentle breeze. It is beautiful. A ship recently came by with spices from the African colonies. They started to unload when a thunderous sound can be heard. Everyone looked out at sea half expecting king neptune to appear out of the ocean ready to cause a flood but they see something else. An unknown floating object can be seen a few Roman miles away. It sails spread wide with the wind catching it perfectly. The ship is of an unknown design and it seems to be getting bigger....it is coming towards the docks. The civilians go into a frenzy. Whatever they held before they saw the ship is dropped Andy they scramble into the city which causes more fear. Garrison guards which normally smoke or gamble on their time off scramble to grab their weapons and head towards the docks. Archers grab their bows and begin to climb the buildings and station themselves on the roofs. The legionaries grab their sputum and gladius and form Tsuedo formations along the edge of the docks. The centurion stand in the middle of the formation shield raised.

They stay in formation silent. The only sound I see the squawks of birds, the wind padding by, the small waves crashing, and the creaking of the docks. The vessel gets close enough to place a long board down and the men notice archers are stationed on the ship. The archers point at the ship ready to release. A man can be seen exiting the ship unarmed. He looks strange. Pale skin, tall, and a weird hair color. He stops and says something in a foreign language. What is this man?

The centurion steps out of formation, only carrying his shield on his side. He steps towards home and says

“Quis es?”

The man raised his eyebrow and muttered something under his breath about 'uneducated peasants'. He knew that they could obviously not speak English now, and tried another prominent world language. "مرحبا! انا لست من هنا. أين قائدك؟ هل يمكنني التحدث معهم؟" He eyed them curiously as he spoke, hoping they'd understand him, or at least try to speak in any other language that he might possibly understand. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he nervously looked back at his archers and then turned again towards the soldiers.

(P.S - Google translate is your friend here.)

Al dira

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