The good thing about being a general, thinks Mark Antony, is that you get to ride at the head of the column, rather than trudge through the mud that thousands of feet and hooves have churned up before you. Aside from that, he's rather sour on military service today. It's January, it's cold, it's damp, it's muddy, and the mood among the men is ( Read more... )

Mark Antony's newfound grim determination had served him well, on his return to Rome. A man ought to be somber in the face of the crumbling of the Republic, after all; but it wasn't the Republic he'd been thinking about. No, he'd had more selfish concerns ( Read more... )

You got questions? They got answers.

not_a_hologram Al Calavicci
m_antonivs Mark Antony
healer_neric Neric

Ask away.

(Having had an encounter with, he believes, a young Minerva, Antony steps back through the door ( Read more... )

And so it happened, for one reason or another, that Antony found himself unable to sleep. He could not understand it, himself; the day had been long, but productive. He had endured the interminably long ceremony cleansing and anointing him as Tribune of the People, and followed it with a more private feasting and celebration with Atia. It was ( Read more... )