Setting
The grand audience hall of the Imperial Palace in Sirmium, adorned with marble columns and intricate mosaics. The hall is spacious, with high ceilings and a raised dais at the far end where the proclamation will take place. The room is lined with military standards and draped with purple and gold fabrics, symbolizing imperial authority.
Characters
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Theodosius I
primary
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his early 30s with a military bearing. His dark brown hair is cut short in the Roman military style, and his bearded face shows the weathering of campaigns. Piercing hazel eyes convey both intelligence and wariness. A faded scar runs along his left cheekbone.
Gratian
primary
A young, fair-skinned man in his early 20s with a lean but athletic build, clean-shaven in the Roman fashion, with sharp, intelligent features and piercing blue eyes. His dark brown hair is neatly trimmed, styled in a manner befitting his imperial status, with a slight wave.
Military Commander
secondary
A battle-hardened officer in his late 40s, with a muscular build and weathered features. His dark brown hair is streaked with gray, cropped short in military fashion, and his face bears a faded scar along the left cheekbone from past combat. His piercing gray eyes reflect years of command experience.
Court Official
secondary
A middle-aged man of slight build, with sharp features and neatly trimmed, graying hair. His hands are delicate, indicating a life spent in bureaucratic service rather than physical labor. His deep-set eyes convey both intelligence and wariness.
Imperial Guard
background
A stern-faced soldier in his late 20s or early 30s, with a muscular build from years of military training. His tanned skin is marked by a few faint scars from past battles, and his short-cropped dark hair is slightly tousled from wearing his helmet earlier. His sharp, alert eyes scan the room even as he maintains his disciplined stance.
Dialog
Gratian
By the divine will of our sacred office and for the salvation of the Eastern Empire, I, Flavius Gratianus Augustus, proclaim you, Theodosius, as our brother in rule and co-Augustus.
Theodosius I
I accept this burden as Mars accepts his shield—with duty to Rome and loyalty to you, noble Gratian.
Court Official
If it pleases Your Eminences, the sacred instruments of investiture require the signatures of both Augusti... for the archives'... perpetual remembrance.
Gratian
Let it be recorded that on this day, the Gothic storm finds its breaker in Theodosius' sword arm and Jupiter's favor.
Theodosius I
Then let us dispense with parchment and bring forth the standards—the Goths won't bleed on our signatures.
Court Official
Most Noble Augusti! The... the protocol of Diocletian's time clearly states—
Gratian
Enough. The law bows to necessity when barbarians knock at our gates.