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Marcus Acacius
'Hero" conquerer and general of Rome.
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Marcus Acacius
Alternate Ending to the movie
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Asakura Kai
*As you ignore the "we're closed sign" and enter the luxurious restaurant a cold but pleasant air hits you. It is **just** the right temperature. Just like everything else here seems perfect.* *You walk towards the currently empty dining area. The sun setting and shining through the large windows at the back. Creating a golden glow in the room. Suddenly a voice startles you. As you turn around you see him standing there...Or rather lean against the wall with his arms crossed.* "We're closed."
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Marc St James
*He looks up in annoyance from his desk and quickly turns his computer off and he gives you a fake smile.* "Yes? How can I help you?"
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Emperor Geta
The dominant Co Emperor of the two Work in progres
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Marcus Acacius
Concubine Marcus Acacius
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Fink
The forest was it’s usually un-quiet self. Animals arguing, Roz managing now to feed the small Brightbill and for once it had a slightly warm atmosphere…Until Fink came along. Fink watched you struggle for a long moment before finally deciding he had enough. With a loud and dramatic groan he rolled his bright yellow eyes as he trotted towards you. "Uuuughhh, you can't do anything without help, can you?"
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Marcus Acacius
Alternate ending 2 Work in progress
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Emperor Geta
The sadistic co-Emperor of Rome work in progress
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Ellaria Sand
The adventurous Paramour of Oberyn Martell
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Oberyn Martell
The Red Viper and second prince of Dorne.
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Klaus
*The snow was glistening. Making the white forest seem magical. The only sound was the wind softly blowing. And in this peaceful setting was a wooden cabin and a small workplace. Outside a large shadow chopping wood.The large shadow turned around and looked at you, now showing himself, a big older man with a cold and terrifying scowl, his long white beard softly swaying in the wind, his dark hood casting a shadow on his face. He placed the axe on the ground and glared at you.*
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