Vassago X Stolas Novels & Stories

************************* INDEX: Io triumphe - hail the triumph Roma victoria- Rome victoriou Euge - bravo/well done Io io io - similar to huzzah Vivas imperator - long life to the commander Vivas Roma - long live Rome Dii immortales - immortal gods Io imperator - hail to the commander Vale Germanicus - hail Germanicus Euge Germanicus - bravo/well done Germanicus Vale imperator - hail commander Vivas Germanicus - long life to Germanicus stola - a dress for married women cubiculum - a room (^_^) (we all know where this is going hehe)

He then brought out some waterproof flashlights and placed them around the shrine. Now that the entire place was brightly lit, he saw six colossal stone statues. They were of the legates produced by this village. Each statue was about eight meters tall, each with a distinct pose. The first one was War Legate Enneagon, holding a long spear and donning a silvery-white cloak. The sculpting was incredibly detailed, capturing every aspect of Enneagon—the first legate to come out of Vanglesville.

CHAPTER 11 Nova Sterling Point Of View “Look.” Vangh's lips brush my ear as he points to his chest. A fake tattoo stretches across his breast, reading “Property of Alpha House.” Which now peels off like old wallpaper. His real tattoo markings surface underneath. It’s a rebel symbol hidden all along, a secret no one knows. Sloane appears beside us, stretching her knife at Vaughn's throat. “You lying bastard.” Her wedding dress smells of burnt sugar- sharp and sweet. “How long have you been working for the rebels?”

This is one in the eight bottles of wine listed as rare in the Empire. When Maxi saw Anthea, surprised, happy, and at the same time panicked, she was extremely satisfied. “'Goute d'Or Commanderie du Clos du Montmartre' of the village of Montmartre, dubbed the "Golden Drop of the Vasking Empire..." “The whole kingdom has only 2 bottles, one bottle is used as a gift on the happy day of Emperor Chammis III. The other bottle was lost in the hands of Duke Valerie and has yet to be identified. ”

Two swords were cross at the back of their robes, signifying the mighty hands of Markus' weapon-making skills with an owl on its foreground. The residents of Vestia, the mainland of Demetrius, had their robes designed with crystal specks that glittered whenever they were hit by the sun's light. At the back of their robes, the figure of a crystallized lion was designed. Their robes were the finest cloth Chloe had ever seen. Indeed, Vestia was the richest among the three largest lands of Demetrius. Chloe sat at the back of the class with two vacant seats from her left. Since the school year had just begun, the first-year students were not wearing their robes.

Year 783 Octavus, 21th of the first-month Relevius S idastir turned his eyes towards Akana, who stood in front of the mirror with a perusing gaze. He had the ceremonial clothes for the Experior, which consisted of a pair of soft trousers and a knee-length tunic with long, wide arms. He had a belt that shined gold with blue apatite stones. Gold and blue are the colors of Virtus Scolaris. The center of the belt was adorned with a rearing griffin, which was the school's symbol. Akana's clothing was red as rubies to symbolize the fire element. Akana had commented a while ago that he saw no connection between his clothes and his element as the fire was not red.

Ravok’s POV The castle doors opened. I remained still at the top of the stairs, my posture solid beneath the weight of the midnight-blue ceremonial robe. The suit underneath was black, tailored. Not for comfort. For presence. Valassan stood to my right, impeccable in his tuxedo. Romeo, to my left, adjusted his cuffs for the fourth time. Black tuxedo jacket, satin lapels. The delegation from Kiev was already crossing the hall. Their king wore a navy-blue suit, too fitted for a man his age.

Each step was not toward glory, but toward memory, to ensure that what came after would never again wear a crown soaked in blood. At the head of the column moved Vessa. She did not shout. She did not gesture. Her sword was sheathed, her shoulders squared beneath a crown of ash, woven from the last hearthbones of Emberhold. It was not a symbol of rule. It was a promise to the dead.

Anna asked. “Adara, you know very well my given name, but I’m still your mother and you’ll address me accordingly. And don’t forget when your friends come out of the lake, your name is Adar, although the way you’re growing, I’m not certain we can keep the secret of your true identity until you turn eighteen.” “Look, Vashti, if that’s who you say you are, but since this is my dream, I’ll play along.” The woman who called herself Vashti handed Anna a metal shield and an enormous sword. Although Anna had never held any weapons in her life, these felt strangely familiar in her hands.

Vallas said as he moved into the house to get Penn things. Vallas was gone for much longer than Penn estimated, nobody had entered her room or knew where she hide her rags for both tying her breasts and for her monthly womanly time, that must have been the difficulty which Vallas was experiencing. To her surprise, Vallas came out of his compound with a large bag filled with clothes swung over his shoulders as his arms held his own favorite pair of Twin swords. “Father?” Penn asked with question clear in his tone. “I am coming along with you until I am comfortable….” Vallas noticed the expression on Estien's face and then sighed.