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Name: Viriola (Short: Viri)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Wearing a man's tunic(knee length) and keeping her copper red hair short, you could easily mistake her for a male when looking at her head on or from behind, her body somewhat toned, though with more strength in her arms, though her chest does ruin the illusion. Her hands are a strange mixture of course and soft, showing both the wearing by dirt rocks and roots and the smoothed texture from being soaking in oil and working with wool fabric and thread. Skin pale like most Gauls, a small nose, fierce hazel eyes with hints of green, she seems self-contradicting, beautiful yet fierce and unattainable.
Age: 18
Where is your character from Gaul (Central Modern day France)
Reason for enslavement: Captured by invading legions
Military training: None
Abilities: Basic Knowledge of herbs and edible food as well as natural poisons, and expertise in weaving, cloth, sewing, and leatherworking.
Brief bio: When the Romans invaded Gaul, she was captured by a small scouting party as she was out gathering herbs as a druid assistant, being barely 10. From there, she was sold to an artisan family, one of weavers and leather-makers, as a household slave. Noticing that she was skilled with her hands, they started training her in the art of weaving and leather making. She soon surpassed her masters in skill, and often they would showcase her skills to friends or to the public as a spectacle. However, the family soon came into trouble when a fire destroyed most of their house, only able to save some of the looms and losing nearly all of the completed works as well as the many leather works they were working on, including a commissioned piece of a prominent military leader. Aggravated that his piece was delayed, he demanded a refund, which the family was unable to pay. Taking it into court, the family decided to sell Viriola to pay off the debt. A slave merchant bought her, selling her to the farming estate.

Viriola whispered a roman rhyme under her breath, twidling with the loose threads of her torn and dirty tunic. She honestly just wished that these people would get over with the whipping and just let them into the fields, let her hands get lost in work and mind wandering through fantasies of escape that would vanish with the call to return to their quarters. Right now the truth was too close, too real. But, right now she may as well try to assess her fellow slaves.

The soft-spoken medicine woman seemed a kind soul, though this world tended to crush those. The other Gaelic woman was more reserved, probably a veteran slave. The man with the temper and now a flogged hide seemed to be a fighter, most likely a roman turned slave. Another, the whispering man, he said he was from the north, and he seemed too talkative for his own good. And, of course, there was the strange tanned man, a mystery to her. She had rarely seen people so tan, it looked like his skin had been bronzed by fire. The other seemed to be the normal fare, weeping debt slaves, stone-faced prisoner slaves, all quiet with fear or intelligence.

As for herself, she found herself longing for a loom, for her previous masters. These were unfamiliar ones, cruel and masked by anonymity. Though she had her fair share of beatings and punishments, those were people whose name she knew, and whose character was shown. They were revealed as cowards, but these were concealed by their ruthlessness. The best thing to do would be to keep her head down. But she still surveyed the room, watching and listening for any commands.
 
(I'm really sorry that it took so long for me to respond, my 12+ hour occupation does make me tired at times. Really wish i had an 8 hour job. But alas, it's my day off for a few days)

Even though Eirks was an explorer for a while now, he neglected to learn the tongues of neighboring lands, Eiriks could never get enough of forests and high mountains. Kieran asked something in Gaelic, a tongue which he did not learn, despite the fact that Gauls would sometimes arrive to Eiriks' village by boat to trade.
Seeing the young man's back torn nearly to sherds, Eiriks clearly saw that the pain Vulcan was feeling, it was constant and sharp like that of a burning blade. Not to mention he will also be forced to work under these circumstances. And yet, growing up in Germania, death wasn't so uncommon, Eiriks witnessed plenty even if he had never taken a life himself.

As the overseer was about to leave and the legion soldiers began prying out the nail from the post to set Vulcan down, Kieran spoke up. The overseer turned just as soon as he heard Kieran speak, his eyes narrowed and his breath getting deeper, as if getting angrier by the second. Eiriks could feel the tension in the air, soon enough another woman spoke, but in a different tongue, she seemed more confident than Kieran in her speech.

"Is that so?" The overseer replied a bit condescending as he walked back up to Vulcan whom was on the ground, the overseer stepped on Vulcan's fingers as the overseer made an effort to cause as much pain as possible upon the young Roman slave by actually pushing his foot harder. "This cur can easily be replaced! Just as much as you two savages, that bear the resemblance of a horse!" The overseer clearly began insulting both Kieran and Val, he releases his foot off Vulcan's fingers as he takes one step closer towards the slaves again "Heal this filth, i do not have any concern for his fate! And never speak without addressing me properly again, for the legion barracks are not far from here and they love barbarians mares!" The overseer turned around and began marching in the opposite direction as he was stopped by a middle aged man wearing a plain red tunic "Is your wife sleeping with gladiators again, brother? The sheer anger." The man gave a wide grin at the overseer. The middle aged man was struck by the overseer with a hard smack across the face "Shut your mouth!! I should crucify you for Jupiter's sake, brother!" The overseer said angrily as his supposed brother simply grinned despite the slap. "Come now, brother, what would your wife do without a man of stamina such as myself, uh?" Both the overseer as his brother had walked out leaving the slaves to the legionaries.

To Eiriks, this was rather new, even back in his tribe, no one would treat a slave in such a cruel fashion, beatings would take place but the slaves were able to work again in the morning. Eiriks doubted that Vulcan will be able to do hard work, unless it's a trivial task.
Eiriks gave a slight nod to Val as a responce as he also flicked his hair back "Who is she? What tribe?" Eiriks thought to himself as he did not expect her to know his tongue
"To the fields, slaves! Move!!" One legion soldier shouted as the slaves began following them.

Eiriks had kneeled down as he got close to Vulcan as Eiriks picked up the young man's ragged torn clothes, Eiriks witnessed pieces of glass sunked into Vulcan's flesh, which he initially thought was ice, Eiriks took out a piece of glass out of Vulcan's flesh as Eiriks examined it, he turned to Kieran " Gaelic woman, why is this ice not melting? He will need water, to clean the wounds and-... Ow!" The piece of glass Eiriks was holding had cut his finger as it began bleeding softly, he never seen clear glass or even glass in general. He began sucking the blood out of his finger as he looked at 3 women as well as the tanned man.
 
( I could probably post once a day, but I’m waiting on you guys to post. Kinda like a posting order. So please give me a heads up of something happens)
 
ODSTDRAGON said:
( I could probably post once a day, but I’m waiting on you guys to post. Kinda like a posting order. So please give me a heads up of something happens)
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(I'm still waiting for Tutski and Ashanna before I post....don't mind posting again though.)
 
(There is no set order to post, just post whenever everyone's turn is ended! Or when it's situational! If none of this made sence, i'm writing this after work)
 
(Yeah, I was waiting for Tutski, too, but I'll just go ahead since his character passed out anyway. XD Sorry for the delay, too, I've been pretty sick. :( )

Kieran dropped to her knees and gingerly worked to remove the remaining shards of glass and other debris from the Roman man's back. "Gloine...glass...the Romans are fond of it for jewelry and small vessels. Popular in Egypt, too," she murmured in fair-to-decent Latin, her gaze sliding towards the dark-skinned man before turning her attention back to the wounded man. Vulcan's back was pulverized, but not beyond all repair. "As you see, it is also good for cutting flesh." Her skilled fingers worked deftly to assess the depth of the damage. "I will need willow bark to dull the pain," she mused, mostly to herself, switching back to her native tongue. "And a poultice of arnica to halt the bleeding." She glanced up at Valerie. "Do you know these herbs? And if they grow in this abhorrent climate?" She rested her hand gently at the nape of Vulcan's neck, applying gentle circular friction at his hairline to stimulate blood flow towards the brain and hopefully bring him back to consciousness. "Vulcan?" she whispered, switching back to Latin. "Vulcan, can you hear me?"
 
(Alright, new temporary posting policy! While Tutski is inactive, everybody can post whenever they can, until Tutski returns from his busy school days!)
 
Valerie watched, wrangling with her thoughts on whether or not she should join the group in attempting to help the flogged man. They could use some assistance, but I don't wish to stick out from the crowd. The warrior sighed, growling irritably to herself and cursing under her breath as she joined them despite her worries.

She strolled over to the group, kneeling beside the other medicine woman and picked out glass with her. The girl's nimble fingers worked careful, not wanting to cut her own fingers as she worked. The other germanic man proceeded curiously, the female scowling as she carefully removed the glass from his grip. "It is like ice, but it is much more difficult to break and does not melt when it is summer. Gloine, as the other woman said." The one who had given him the term for glass then spoke to her, asking her about herbs.

"I have seen some of these herbs growing nearby, but they will be difficult to find. The soldiers here are easy to irritate and quick to react as you can see. I shall find what I can nearby, but I make no promises. Try not to aggravate the commander while I am gone." She moved swiftly, dusting the dirt from the simple, dark-green tunic-dress she had been captured in when the Romans invaded her war camp. The female scurried around, searching in the moist soil underneath brush or in the shaded area beneath trees for the desired plants. She found what was needed, but a very small quantity of it.

"This is all there is." She whispered, finding two flat rocks which she ground the foliage between to make a paste.
 
Ish came over to help pull out the glass and metal. Putting all the cutable debris in a cloth for later use against the Roman Dogs. Of course he made sure none of the soldiers saw the dangerous rag. He didn’t bother trying to speak Latin he didn’t know any, besides the key words that usually meant , Take that prisoner and beat the living daylights out of them. So he tried to communicate to the others with his hands. Admirably he didn’t know what he was doing with them at first and soon gave up the pursuit of engaging in conversation to instead look between the women for approval or disgust as he pulled at the little bits.
 
"You work the leaves, give me the bark," Kieran whispered fervently, taking the bark that Valerie was trying to pound and ripping off a strip with her teeth. She chewed it thoughtfully as they all worked together to remove the glass and debris from Vulcan's back. Once she had gnawed the bark into an adequate paste, she gently maneuvered the unconscious man's head to the side and pushed the bolus into his mouth. When it was in place, she massaged lightly along Vulcan's throat until she saw him swallow. She checked his mouth to assure the medicine had gone down, gave a satisfied nod, then reached for the paste that Valerie had made with the arnica. Scooping it with one finger, she spread it evenly over the wounds on Vulcan's back. "That should ease the pain at least...I suppose a skin of water is too much to ask for, but if any of you find any maggots working the fields, come and find me; we can use them to clean the wound." With that she stood and made her way purposefully towards the fields, lest any soldiers get suspicious about the small party that had held back.
 
Eiriks couldn't possibly grasp the idea of there ever being an invention such as glass, let alone crafting objects such as windows and other majestic works. Both women tried to explain to him, but the only responce was a slight nod accompanied by a brief pause, clearly indicating Eiriks has absolutely no idea what is this piece of glass ice.

Nontheless after removing most of the pieces of lead, metal, glass and bone from Vulcan's back, women proceeded to heal him. "Shamans..." Eiriks thought to himself as they began using similar healing ingredients like the ones used by Germanic shamans of his village. It's a good thing Eiriks was never severly injured during his adventures, he knows very little about what to look for in the wild to tend to the wounds and injuries. However, his mild knowledge of what is edible in the wild and what is not, is one of the main reasons why he managed to survive for so long, exploring one place after another.

After watching the healing proceedure in progress with interest, it was time to be forced into labor, Eiriks lightly tapped Vulcan's cheeks to make him regain conciousness enough for him to atleast support himself upwards. Eiriks turned to the tanned man "Burned man! Help me escort him..." Eiriks told the tanned man aswell as gesturing with his right hand to come and help the young Roman walk towards the fields!

Eiriks could of perhaps executed this task by himself, but he did not wish for Vulcan to fall and further worsen his condition. Eiriks started to catch on rather quickly, that in a place such as this one and under the circumstances like the one Eiriks is in, having friends is of great value.

As they caught on to the rest of the collum of fresh slaves, they saw large open fields of wheat aswell as already plowed ones with slaves already working in them. Roman soldiers walk back and forth in the fields among the slaves or on horsebacks on the edge of the fields ready to chase after any runners. The Romans have indeed gotten alot wisers over the decades of owning slaves.

It wasn't long before a Roman soldier began yelling somewhere in the front of the crowd of slaves "...You dogs will sow this very field! The previous pieces of filth whom plowed this field have been...Ahem...Disposed." So it begins, Eiriks' youth of farming has finally returned to play a cruel joke on him....

"Gods...Lest i suffer here?" Eiriks looked up to the sky and whispered....

(Sorry for the mediocre creativity post, my tommarow's post should be of value :) )
 
Ish was being called and could easily figure out the gesture. However he was certain they weren’t using his actual name. Then he realized he could neither tell them, nor had which made sense, but it was different from the small cozy den from where everyone knew his name.
With the help of an extra hand he began to support Vulcan on his other side. Standing up tall and proud for these Roman dogs. He uses his free hand to wave at the other man who had picked him to help. He pointed at The back of the enslaved Roman and the. Made a picking gesture with his hands. Trying to signify the debris from his back. Then he held out his hand, asking for any that he still had and was willing to give away. Of course he didn’t know that the german tribesman, which he didn’t even know was a thing, didn’t plan on slowly eliminating the guards with biological warefare. So if he had any remaining debris he was likely to get all of them. Hopefully. While he had planned on slowly piece by piece getting the Roman dogs, maybe he’d find a way to fashion a shiv with enough and a bonding agent, or a fire. Both of which he doubted he would find, except the medicine girls knew plants and maybe he could get a sticky residue that way, or maybe they’d need some poor slob to forge some things on fire. He didn’t know Vulcan was a smith or otherwise he would have taken his place in trying to do well in the craft.
 
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