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thesilicontribesman · 2 months
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Trajan Recruits Soldiers. Arch of Trajan at Beneventum, 114 CE
A cuirassed military god in the centre presents a recruit to the roman emperor. The new soldier stands feet together: his height is being measured by a wooden frame held by the soldier on the right (in situ, west side, middle zone)
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford
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Imagine being one of the Roman soldiers though. Imagine having to do what you thought would be a normal execution one day.
Three convicts, two of which are thieves. As for the third… I mean, yeah some people say this guy is the “messiah” (whatever that means, you’re no Jew) and there is talk of miracles and the religious nuts really seem to hate him, but you have him nailed to a cross all the same, so what? If he is a god then he can join the club; Caesar knows that the Romans have enough gods to fill their pantheon and then some. Most likely he’s just a man with some hefty delusions that cost him his life.
But then earthquakes happen. Weird but can be written off as chance, right? Then the sky goes dark midday. A blood moon rises.
That ain’t normal.
Feelings unlike anything you’ve ever felt arise in your gut. The man cries out with a loud voice “It is finished!” and dies immediately after. You shiver. Uncanny, that is.
“Surely this Man is the Son of God,” a fellow Soldier exclaims beside you. At this point you might agree, but the spear still pierces through his skin all the same and you think (hope) that whoever this God-Man was that he isn’t your problem anymore, seeing as he’s dead. Hopefully you can forget the whole thing. (Somehow you feel that this scene will haunt you for a long time)
But the debacle is not over with the burial, as you had assumed. The religious nuts get real anxious and noisy, so to shut them up Pilot has a watch set to guard the body of a dead man. A dead man.
You personally have seen many dead men in your time, but never have you seen one move. Never have you seem or heard of people particularly wanting to touch dead bodies, either. You almost say as such when you are one of the men assigned the last watch, but decide you’d rather like to keep your tongue than chance losing it. You expect it to be rather a boring job, all told.
And it is. Until these, these beings of light and lightening descend on top of you from the Heavens and the last thing you can think before you know no more is whatever god whose body I’ve been guarding please spare me
You wake up, despite all your expectations to the contrary. You almost wonder if it would have been better if you died.
Those religious nuts come to you and your fellow guards and give you some coin along with a fake story to tell. They offer to save the skin off your back so you are not put to death like others who’ve been killed for less. You go along with the story because to be honest there is still a part of you that hopes this was all a dream. But the borrowed words taste like ash in your mouth and the coins jingle in your pockets with all the weight of a chain.
You go through the rest of the day (and night, and the day and night) after the event in a haze. Your feet walk where you know not and you don’t care to correct them.
But then you see Him.
The same Man you saw die.
The same Man whose body you guarded.
This Son of God, in the flesh, you see stand in front of a crowd with your own two eyes and you can scarce believe it but all the same you know more than you’ve ever known anything before that this is real, that this Jesus is truly not just a god, but The God.
And so you decide to follow Him.
Just imagine that for a minute.
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portraitsofsaints · 6 months
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Saint Cornelius the Centurion
1st century
Feast Day: October 20
Patronage: soldiers, benefactors, philanthropists, Jewish converts
Saint Cornelius the Centurion was the first non-Jewish convert to Christianity. He was an Italian Captain of the Roman Army. As related in the Acts of the Apostles, an angel appeared to him and invited him to seek St. Peter for instructions and baptism. At the same time, St. Peter had a vision from God that released the Jews and converts from the strict dietary Mosaic laws. After St. Peter baptized Cornelius and his family the Holy Spirit descended upon all of them.
Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)
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idlespright · 4 months
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In a former life Ratty had been a Roman soldier in Augusta Treverorum watching the city gates. Or at least that's what she told me. While I took notes of the fearful little warrior to show to you all.
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I am standing in the shadows,
Peter with denial fresh on his lips
I am screaming at the darkling sky
Mary seeing her worst fear made manifest
I am suffering my deserved punishment
Sorrowful man on the cross next to you
Worst of all,
I am raising the hammer to strike
Hardened soldier with bloody hands
I am watching you die
I am killing you
You are dying
You are… praying for me?
“Lord forgive me”
Father forgive them
“What have I done?”
They don’t know what they’re doing
You breathe your last breath
I finally see the Light
And the blood on my murderous hands
Covers and washes me clean
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kutcheck-991 · 7 months
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reluctroid · 8 months
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Milek Jakubiec.
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doctorfriend79 · 4 months
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The Pandorica Opens
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attichoney4u · 2 years
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One of my favourite tropes from bande dessinées is when you take a character who has an extremely slim physique like a typical nerd…
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And you put him against a more massive opponent who's a typical jock… And they beat the crap out of them! XD
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I find this trope funny for a number reasons. Mainly:
In American media, they nerd guy would get his ass kicked by the jock and they would present it as funny, because "hE's a NeRD hE dEsERvED ThAT beCAusE neRDS aRe aNNoyInG AnD wEAk" and the direction that bande dessinées choose is the exact opposite and comes off as a surprise
Even though it seems unrealistic at first sight, there're actually people who work out their ass but they still don't gain any muscle (despite growing stronger and stronger). This trope enforces in some way the existence of these people.
Or it's just me looking unnecessarily deeply into a childhood media of mine! XD
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thesilicontribesman · 2 months
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Roman Military Ceremonial Mask and Helmet, The National Museum of Scotland, Edinburgh
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camillevanneerart · 5 months
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portrait study - color pencil | 20 x 15
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ancientorigins · 1 year
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Life in the Roman Army wasn’t all about killing. Games played an important role in the life of a Roman soldier, used for everything from blowing off steam to improving their skills.
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themagicianclub · 6 months
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Which one of you Remember Setne and Mad Claude from The Kane chronicles?
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legendaryfugitives · 13 days
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Funny idea for Legendary Fugitives. Any of the Roman Empire Soldiers will be based on Roman Empire Soldiers from old cartoons. They could be from an animated short or episode, Christian tv shows for kids (due to the fact the Roman Empire was featured in the New Testament), educational cartoons and more. If you got any suggestions from something you seen as a kid or something you think is funny as long it doesn’t cross any lines that offends anyone, please share! We’re cursing Jupiter Zeus with the most stormtrooper army from Star Wars who are terrible at hitting their targets!
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stanningjay2 · 1 year
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Marble & Bronze A weekly, *free*, original Story by me (aka Emmaline Strange). Chapters Post Weekly on Fridays! Laelius is a roman soldier sent to investigate the site of a comet crash in the hills beside his city. Was the falling star an omen from the Gods, or something else entirely? Rating: Explicit Pairing: MM See tags for content warnings! *** Marble & Bronze - Chapter One
Laelius gripped the shaft of his spear, trying to maintain his hold though his palms were slick with sweat. He had joined the ranks of the city watch for a warm bed and steady meals, and because Sinuessa was about as safe a place as any. The city’s Magistrate was synonymous with law and order, and the thriving port knew mostly peace, day in and day out. After barely escaping his war-torn homeland, this suited Laelius just fine. 
         That is, until tonight. There had been a lot of speculation about what message the Gods intended when they sent a falling star crashing into the hillside just outside of Sinuessa. Laelius had been walking the walls at the time, and he’d never seen anything like it, shining and beautiful and terrible, like a thunderbolt from Jupiter himself. Perhaps it had been, some of the men whispered in the barracks.
Unfortunately, there was a little-used, mostly abandoned temple on the hilltop, and the Magistrate decided leaving it un-investigated would be an affront to the Gods. He tasked the soldiers of the city watch with divining the meaning of such an aggressive omen from Olympus. The commander of the watch had spoken with his officers, at length, behind closed doors, regarding the best way to approach this unknown.
It was decided that the ten newest recruits would draw lots, and he who drew the short straw would be sent first on a scouting mission up the hill. Blessed day, then, for Laelius, when he drew the short straw. Now, he crouched beside an outcropping of rock, cursing his superiors and the Gods under his breath. He had not a coin to his name when he’d joined the watch, and would have nothing without them. Though he knew of course that being sent on this mission meant to them he was expendable, he had little choice but to complete it. His mission as to ascend the hill, discern any damage to the temple, find evidence of the omen, and return. If he did not return in five days, the watch would then send a larger squadron of ten men to recover his corpse and hopefully succeed where Laelius had failed. 
He sighed. It was hardly the most optimistic of send-offs, but there had been some in the city convinced that it was simply a piece of the heavens grown tired, falling to earth because its time to do so had arrived, and it was pure luck that it had hit the hill beside Sinuessa. Despite this logical postulating, Laelius recalled the short straw resting on his palm and knew that luck had never truly been on his side. Continue Reading!
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illustratinglaura · 2 months
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Mourning of Bacchus.
This here is more tragic story than Romeo and Juliet. Why are there no movies about them? Sure their relationship might have been completely platonic (and they were rome mates) but the LOVE, the commitment, the tragic end!
Meanwhile the blessed Serge, deeply depressed and heartsick over the loss of Bacchus, wept and cried out, "No longer, brother and fellow soldier, will we chant together, 'Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!' You have been unyoked from me and gone up to heaven, leaving me alone on earth, bereft [literally, "made single"], without comfort." After he uttered these things, the same night the blessed Bacchus suddenly appeared to him with a face as radiant as an angel's, wearing an officer's uniform, and spoke to him. "Why do you grieve and mourn, brother? If I have been taken from you in body, I am still with you in the bond of union, chanting and reciting, 'I will run the way of thy commandments, when thou hast enlarged my heart.' Hurry then, yourself, brother, through beautiful and perfect confession to pursue and obtain me, when finishing the course. For the crown of justice for me is with you.''
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