Day 1, Quatuor Hora
“Pecunia! Pecunia! Money!” Lucius took up his daily task of futile begging at the Balnea Bona Aeri, the city baths. Day after day, he squatted outside the door, watching the citizens of Bona Aera hustling about, most too busy to glance down and see a 17 year old orphan, with mud-streaked curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a dirt stained tunic, let alone drop a denarius or two into his filthy, cracked mug. Maybe someone will drop his purse and forget it, he thought. Maybe I’ll find some rich patron who takes pity on me and gives me a fortune! But these outrageous thoughts were as likely as rain compared to the events that were about to transpire…
Day 1, Quinque Hora
“Bring out the Novus Genesis!” Roared Rex, his black and red robes billowing out beside him.
A low-class Brother scurried across the courtyard, carrying a small glass vile. He bowed deeply, presenting the glass in front of him. Rex snatched it up, dismissing the Brother with a wave of his hand.
“Yes,” he muttered, striding towards the tower. “It is ready!”
Ignoring the solem salve of the guard, he stormed up the staircase, grumbling to himself. When he reached the top, he turned to the balcony overlooking the congregation. The mass of people, all dressed in robes identical to Rex, suddenly quieted and focused on him.
“My Brothers!” Rex cried, holding the vial above his head. “The time has come!”
The hall erupted into cheers and chants
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