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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
9/6/2016 1:58:04 AM
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"Cool"
[b]Magrim, goes over to the main gates, looking at the massive camp [/b]
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[b]Two Legion Vexillarius approach him.[/b] "All who enter the Legion camp must relinquish all weapons and submit to a power nullification. You will receive your belongings when you leave."
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"Oh yes I've heard." [b]He takes a step forward [/b] "So where do I leave my gear? Who do i give it to?"
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[b]The Vexillarius on the right steps forwards.[/b] "You will leave your gear with me."
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"Awesome." [b]Magrim takes a knee on the ground, placing his shield down. He takes out his sword, putting it in the shield, then puts in an assortment of throwing knives, four total. He takes out a hand gun, placing it in as well He stands, picking up the shield, handing it over and rolling up his sleeve [/b] "Bracelet?"
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[b]The bracelet is snapped onto his arm.[/b] "You may proceed."
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"How do I get to your Legate? I have business to discuss with him."
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"Head straight through the gate and go straight. His tent is ahead."
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"Gracias." [b]Magrim begins forwards, looking through the camp as he goes [/b]
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[b]The first layer has two buildings, one much larger than the other. Hundreds of people mill around the area, Legion and travelers alike.[/b]
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"Nice place." [b]Magrim continues forward, determined not to get sidetracked [/b]
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[b]He walks past another security checkpoint, then walks into a slave area. It is filled with slave pens, all of which have at least twenty slaves each.[/b]
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"These guys mean business." [b]He continues inwards[/b]
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[b]Yet another checkpoint, then there were hundreds of meters of red tents, and hundreds of Legion troops.[/b]
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"Now this is what I like to see." [b]He does a 360 before continuing inwards [/b]
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[b]One last checkpoint, and then his destination is reached. The Legate's tent was right in front of him.[/b]
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[b]He searches for guards, as not to intrude [/b]
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[b]There are no guards.[/b]
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[b]He enters the tent wearily [/b] "Hello? Legate?"
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[b]He sees the Legate sitting in a chair, his armor glinting in the small amount of light that was let in.[/b] "Who are you, Profligate?"
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"I still have no clue what that means Roman." [b]He steps inside, away from the entrance [/b] "I am Magrim. Second in command of the Dight Legion. Current commanding general as the general is on leave."
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"A pleasure to meet you. I assume you know who I am." [b]The Legate stands up, and turns to him.[/b] "What brings you here?"
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"Straight to business. I like that." "I'd like to discuss a potential treaty or alliance between the Dight and your Legion. Whatever you may call yourselves."
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"What are your terms?"
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"None really. Just wish for peace between the two of us if anything where to happen."
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"The Legion accepts your offer. Be warned, if any of your troops cause trouble in my camp, they will be strung on a cross like any other."
