Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.
Rome, an empire on the rise, the might and power of a few million Roman people. An army of over one hundred thousand people, growing, by day, as was the empire. Though at war and expanding, the empire felt at peace, the people were excited, they were loving the prosperity and the possibility of going to war. Not all of them, but most of them were. Bravery meant honor, honor meant respect. Most of the time respect was bringing in money, as respected people were given a lot of jobs and some even paid for their insight alone. The bravest ones were in the personal army of the Caesar, Augustus. Those that couldn’t serve in the army anymore were either consultants or in the senate. One of these people in His personal army was Olanus. A great warrior that had fought in the early days next to Caesar himself. Killing hundreds of enemies, with the brute force of an ogre, but besides the force he had, the height he had, the wit he had, the speed he lacked. With one hit, he could crack five skulls open, but until he did, you could run to Britania and back. Though most battlefields were muddy, slippery from the blood, or there were too many bodies to properly run through, which put Olanus to an advantage. Due to his wit Olanus knew when to enter battle, and Augustus admired him for that. He even boasted about it saying “Know which battles to choose and how to fight them. That’s the thing I have learned from Olanus. No matter how invincible you think you are, how strong you think you are. Know which battles are worth fighting and which you can afford to lose. But never, not ever miss the chance to strike when you can.” Olanus was adopted, not just by Rome, but he was orphaned child, as his mother was killed by some raging nomad that beat her down with what he called “the best pointy stick he had to cure plebs of their ills” and his father cut his own throat after his penis detached from his body, due to the fact that he ate too much wheat since the only thing he knew how to make was bread. But that wasn’t the only tragedy Olanus had to go through as he grew up, as he had to fight his own twin brother Anus ii, and desert the city he was brought up in. As years had past, he went fighting his way through the empire to get to the heart of Rome. He knew he had talent to get where he wanted to be. His mind worked like the Olympic fire burning bright, a talent the Caesar saw in him the moment he had laid eyes on Olanus. Though the rumors about him were like the old folk tales about Hercules, seeing him in person Augustus was more impressed than he’d thought he’d be, when measuring his stature head to toe. He imposed himself over the Caesar’s generals and guards, Augustus’s face lit up with excitement at such splendor and immediately took him in as his personal gift sent from the gods. Ever since then, nothing could have stood between the two and glory.
Meanwhile in Greece…
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