Accession of Claudius
In the chaotic aftermath of Caligula's assassination, the Praetorian Guard discovers Claudius hiding behind a curtain in their camp. Terrified and stammering, he is unexpectedly proclaimed emperor by
Setting
Inside the Praetorian camp's main hall, a large rectangular space with high ceilings and stone walls adorned with military standards and trophies. The hall is dimly lit, with shadows stretching across the floor from flickering torches. The air is thick with tension and the scent of sweat and oiled leather.
Characters
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Claudius
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A middle-aged man in his early 50s, with a slight limp and a nervous twitch in his left eye. His thinning hair is streaked with gray, and his face bears the marks of a life spent in the shadow of more powerful relatives. His hands tremble slightly, and his posture is hunched, as if expecting a blow at any moment.
Praetorian Tribune
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A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late 30s with a weathered face marked by a prominent scar across his left cheekbone. His dark brown hair is cropped short in military fashion, and his piercing gray eyes convey both authority and calculation. His muscular build suggests years of rigorous training, and his posture exudes confidence.
Senior Centurion
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A grizzled veteran in his late 40s with a muscular build, his face marked by a prominent scar running from left temple to jawline. His short-cropped hair shows streaks of gray, and his dark eyes bear the weary look of a man who has seen too many battlefield dawns. His hands are calloused from decades gripping gladius hilts.
Young Guardsman
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A lean, wiry young man in his early 20s with close-cropped dark hair and a clean-shaven face. His olive skin is marked by a fresh scar across his left cheekbone, a recent reminder of his military service. His dark brown eyes are wide with shock, reflecting the torchlight unevenly.
Slave Attendant
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A thin, wiry man in his late 20s with sunken cheeks and dark, fearful eyes. His olive skin is marked with old scars across his forearms, likely from past punishments. His short, curly black hair is matted with sweat from the tension in the room.
Dialog
Praetorian Tribune
Hail Claudius, Imperator! The gods have delivered you to us in this hour of need!
Claudius
N-no, please... I-I'm just... Jupiter's mercy, I'm no emperor!
Senior Centurion
Forma testudinem! Give the Dominus space!
Praetorian Tribune
The Senate bleats like frightened goats while Rome burns. Only a Caesar can restore order.
Claudius
B-but my stutter... my legs... how can I...?
Senior Centurion
The Guard stands with you, Dominus. That's all Rome needs to know.
Praetorian Tribune
Bring the purple! By Mithras, we'll have order before dawn!
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