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Authors: Herbie Brennan

Tags: #gamebook, #choose your own adventure book, #CYOA, #branching paths, #RPG, #role playing game, #adventure, #fantasy, #magic, #ancient, #history, #rome, #romans, #empire, #pompeii, #emperor, #gods

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65

 

Good heavens, it's a temple with naughty paintings on the walls! Your eyes widen as you glance from one to the other and a hot blush climbs up your cheeks. You drag your gaze away only to find you are now looking at a life-size statue of a beautiful naked woman. You drag your eyes away from that and find yourself gazing at a beautiful priestess, fortunately fully clothed.

“Welcome to the Temple of Venus, Goddess of Love,” she smiles. “What can I do for you?”

You swallow and desperately try to stop your eyes drifting back to the walls. “Actually, I'm looking for the Sibyl,” you tell her. “I don't suppose she's here?”

“Not her temple, my dear,” the priestess tells you kindly. “You might try the Temple of Fortuna Augusta - that's where she usually hangs out. Failing that, she sometimes pops into the Villa of the Mysteries.”

“Can you give me directions?” you ask.

“Of course,” the priestess smiles. “The Temple of Fortuna Augusta is at 125 and the Villa of the Mysteries is just a step or two away at 75.”

“Thanks,” you tell her gratefully. “Thanks very much!”

 

So is it the Temple of Fortuna Augusta at
125
, the Villa of the Mysteries at
75
or do you want to be independent and return to your map at
150
and select another destination altogether? The choice, as always, is yours.

 

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66

 

“Wrong!” exclaims Caligula delightedly. He looks thoughtfully into the middle distance. “Roasted alive, I think.”

 

After which painful experience, you can make your way to
13
.

 

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67

There must be youngsters in this family. You've stumbled into what's obviously a small playroom. There's no real furniture, just cushions scattered on the floor and wooden toys all over the place. Among them, to your astonishment, is a little rocking horse.

Somebody must have had the idea of trying to teach the children the first steps in arithmetic because the numbers on the doors are a lot larger than usual.

 

There's a door to the north numbered
LXXXIII
and another to the east numbered
LVIII
. Doesn't that make things easier?

 

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68

 

“Wrong!” exclaims Caligula delightedly. He looks thoughtfully into the middle distance. “Surgical amputation of the brain, I think.”

After which painful experience, you can make your way to
13
.

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69

 

“Thank you! Thank you!” you call to the woman, “but
tempus fugit
and to be honest, it's fugiting rather quickly for me at the moment, so I'll pass on the sacrifice if you don't mind.”

With a huge feeling of relief you skip towards the narrower of the two barrel-vaults which make up this gate and run down the steep slope out of the city.

You've escaped! You're out of Pompeii before the fateful eruption! Now all you have to do is get far enough away to make sure you're safe when the volcano actually blows.

In moments you are at the water's edge. This is getting better and better. With the money you earned in the arena you can probably hire a boat and with a favourable wind or a good slave at the oars you should be well -

There is a terrifying roar as the peak of Vesuvius splits open behind you and a black pine-shaped cloud erupts from the volcano showering massive red-hot cinders and great globules of molten lava.

“Arrrgh!” you howl as a great globule of molten lava lands directly on your head, burning off most of your face and eating its way through the bone of your skull.

 

After which it becomes quite difficult for you to continue your adventure. Go to
13
.

 

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70

 

The politician is up on his feet again. “Fellow Romans,” he booms again. “This young gladiator has now won two fights. Shall I set him free? Please signify in the usual way.”

Anxiously you look up at the crowd as their arms come out to give the sign.

 

Roll two dice. Score 2 to 6 inclusive and a majority of the thumbs turn down, sending you to
2
. Score 7 to 12 and the thumbs are up there waving like a little forest in a gale, encouraging you to go to
150
.

 

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71

 

“Wrong!” exclaims Caligula delightedly. He looks thoughtfully into the middle distance. “Drawn and quartered, I think.”

 

After which painful experience, you can make your way to
13
.

 

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72

 

You enter the temple to find yourself in a large rectangular chamber lined with marble. Four tall niches have been cut into one wall, each housing a life-size statue. The nearest of them is of a stout, rather kindly-looking man, the inscription beneath which reads simply:

Parens Patriae

“Father of the Nation,” translates your Mercury phone respectfully, but not very usefully.

“There you are!” exclaims a voice so close that you almost drop your Sibylline Pass from the shock.

You spin round and find yourself face to mad face with the Sibyl.

“Where on earth have you been?” she demands angrily. “I've been looking for you everywhere! Don't you know what day this is? Don't you know what time this is? Don't you know Vesuvius is going to erupt at any second, according to the ancient prophetic scrolls?”

“Where have I been?” you gasp, astonished by her sheer brass neck. “I've been fighting my way out of the Roman Games and finding I'm in the wrong city at the wrong time, that's where I've been, thanks to you and that stupid god you've got as your transport manager!”

The Sibyl glances around her furtively. “Don't call Jupiter stupid,” she whispers. “He doesn't take kindly to disrespect. Has a habit of hurling thunderbolts.”

“What else would you call him?” you hiss back angrily. “I'm miles and years from where I should be and so are you!”

“He gets distracted,” the Sibyl explains. “I expect it was a pretty girl - that's usually his problem. But there's no time to lodge a formal complaint. We have to get you back to the time of the first Caesar without delay otherwise Caligula's parents will get together and our whole plan is down the aqueduct.”

You frown. “Back to the time of Julius Caesar? Isn't that a bit early?”

The Sibyl looks at you blankly for a moment, then her brow clears. “Oh, no, you don't understand. Julius was the first Caesar worth talking about, but the first Caesar wasn't the first Caesar if you know what I mean.”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Let me put it this way,” says the Sibyl. “Most people in your time think of the Caesars as Emperors, don't they?”

“The Caesars were Emperors, weren't they?” you frown, thoroughly confused.

“Yes and no,” says the Sibyl, adding to your problems. “When Julius Caesar was dividing up Gaul and crossing the Rubicon and doing naughty things with Cleopatra, Rome was a Republic. Julius made himself so powerful he was very nearly an Emperor - he called himself Dictator for Settling the Constitution - but the nobles didn't like that. That's why they assassinated him.”

“On the Ides of March,” you put in.

“44 b.c.,” says the Sibyl nostalgically. “I remember it well.”

“But if Caesar wasn't the first Caesar - Emperor - who was?” you ask a little desperately.

“Octavian. Julius Caesar's adopted son. That's his statue you were admiring. Father of the Nation.”

“I've never heard of an Emperor Octavian,” you tell her.

The Sibyl smiles patiently. “That's because he changed his name. He was still a teenager when Julius died, but he was a better politician than all the middle-aged Senators put together - and a far better general. In a few years he'd put down most of the opposition and after the Battle of Actium, Mark Antony committed suicide leaving Octavian the most powerful man in the whole Roman world. That was in 30 b.c. as I remember. Just three years later, on January 13, 27 b.c., the Senate gave him the name Augustus.”

“Jolly Good Fellow,” your Mercury phone translates.

“So Octavian became the Emperor Augustus!” you exclaim as light begins to dawn.

“He was called Imperator Caesar Augustus,” the Sibyl explains. “Those were his actual names, the same way you might have a friend called Jason Brian Brightman. But he was so highly thought of that all the later Emperors took the names as titles. Caesar was once just a family name, but after Augustus it became the same thing as the title King and the name Imperator became the same thing as the title Emperor. Lasted quite a long time as well. The Russian Tsars were called after the Caesars. So were the German Kaisers. Anyway, the point is I need to get you back to the time of Augustus now so you can do something about Caligula.”

“Caligula was around at the time of Augustus?”

“No, he wasn't. At least not for all of it. Caligula wasn't born until Augustus had been Emperor for nearly forty years. After Augustus you had Tiberius. He became Emperor two years after Caligula was born. And if you don't stop him, Caligula gets to be Emperor in 37 a.d., just twenty-three years later.”

“So how do you want me to stop him?” you ask, your head reeling from this history lesson.

“Listen carefully,” says the Sibyl. “This is the really important part and it's complicated. Caligula's father was a grand-nephew of Augustus called Germanicus, who got himself adopted as Tiberius's step son in 4 a.d. At about the same time, Germanicus married Augustus' granddaughter, Agrippina. Between them Germanicus and Agrippina had nine children, including Caligula who was born on August 31, 12 a.d. In theory, if we get you back to Rome a year or two before then, you might be able to stop Caligula happening, but I think it would be easiest if we get you back to 4 a.d. so you can stop the wedding of Germanicus and Agrippina in the first place.”

You look at her in horror. “How am I supposed to be that?” you demand. “How am I supposed to stop a high class Roman wedding?”

“You'll think of a way,” the Sibyl tells you confidently. “I'll have you dropped off in the villa where the wedding takes place.” Before you can stop her, she whips out her Star Trek communicator and says, “Sibyl to Jupiter. Two to beam back to 4 a.d.”

Instantly there is a ringing in your ears and the temple around you begins to shimmer. You watch in something close to panic as the sibyl turns into a sparkling pillar that fades, then disappears completely.

From somewhere far away a deep voice whispers through your skull, “Stupid, am I? I'll show you stupid!”

 

Then your whole body transforms itself into a shimmering pillar as it is broken down into its constituent molecules and beamed away through space and time.

To be reformed, without weapons or armour, at
8
.

 

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73

 

Wow! The Romans certainly liked to eat in style! This dining room is absolutely enormous!

You notice at once that instead of a single banquet table there are several smaller tables, each a lot lower than the tables you're used to. Couches are arranged around them, reminding you that the Romans liked to eat lying down rather than sitting up, a practice that must have played havoc with their digestion.

In a sudden burst of curiosity, you look up Eating Habits in your Brief Guide to Roman History and discover that next to watching slaughter in the Games and conquering large parts of Europe, the Romans loved to eat more than anything else in the world.

In fact they loved to eat so much that many of them had an annex off their dining rooms called a vomitorium where they could go to puke after a good old pig-out, thus making room for more food. Gross!

It occurs to you that the wedding reception might be held in this very room and for a moment you're half tempted to hide here and wait. But then you remember that the feast would normally follow the actual wedding ceremony, which is what you have to stop.

 

There are two doors leading from this room. One in the eastern wall marked
LVIII
and the other to the south into what looks like a little annex room marked
LIV
.

 

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74

 

“Wrong!” exclaims Caligula delightedly. He looks thoughtfully into the middle distance. “First I'll have you skinned, then strangled, hanged, beheaded, baked, ground up then sprinkled on the sacred flame of Jupiter's Temple, I think.”

 

After which painful experience, you can make your way to
13
.

 

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