Setting
Inside the commander's tent of the Roman military camp in Vindobona, a large and opulent space befitting an emperor. The tent is divided into sections with heavy fabric partitions, the central area serving as the emperor's private quarters. The ground is covered with woven rugs to insulate against the cold earth, and the air is thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and burning oil lamps.
Characters
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Marcus Aurelius
primary
A gaunt, elderly man with a lined face and deep-set eyes that still retain their sharpness despite his weakened state. His hair is thinning and gray, his beard neatly trimmed in the Roman fashion. His hands, resting on the bed covers, are thin but still bear the callouses of a man who has wielded both sword and stylus.
Commodus
primary
A young man in his early 20s, with a lean but muscular build, reflecting his training in gladiatorial combat. His features are sharp and handsome, with piercing dark eyes and a clean-shaven face. His golden-brown hair is carefully styled in the latest Roman fashion, short with slight curls.
Chief Physician
secondary
A middle-aged Greek man of slight build, with a neatly trimmed beard and sharp, observant eyes. His hands are clean and well-kept, showing the precision of a skilled physician. His hair is thinning, with streaks of gray, and his face bears the lines of years spent in study and practice.
Praetorian Prefect
secondary
A seasoned military officer in his late 40s, with a muscular build and a face weathered by years of campaigns. His short-cropped hair is streaked with gray, and his sharp eyes miss nothing. A prominent scar runs from his left temple to his jawline, a testament to his battlefield experience.
Assistant Physician
background
A young man in his early 20s, slender but wiry from years of laborious herb gathering and preparation. His olive skin is slightly flushed from the heat of the nearby brazier, and his dark brown eyes are focused intently on his task. His short, curly black hair is slightly disheveled from hours of work.
Dialog
Marcus Aurelius
The gods have granted me time enough to see the sun set upon my reign, but not to see it rise upon yours, my son. Remember, the purple weighs heavier than the sword.
Commodus
Father speaks of burdens while Rome awaits strength! The legions clamor for decisive action against the northern tribes - shall we continue your endless negotiations?
Chief Physician
Domine, the poppy extract will ease the pain but cannot halt the progress of this malady. I beg you conserve your strength.
Marcus Aurelius
Physician, your skill has prolonged what the Fates allotted. Now tell me true - does Pluto's boat await at the riverbank?
Commodus
Enough of this maudlin talk! The Praetorians require orders - shall I tell them their emperor wastes breath on ferrymen when barbarians mass beyond our walls?
Chief Physician
Princeps... the hour grows late. The pain will soon become unbearable. Shall I prepare the final draught?
Marcus Aurelius
Let me first commend my spirit to Jupiter Optimus Maximus... and my son to your care, though the gods alone know what wisdom may grow in stony soil.