Politics, jealousy, murder: you name it, the Romans had it! Enters our hero, an irreverent crime-fighter with a major personality flaw—decency.
“Vox Populi” is a tongue-in-cheek historical mystery that allows a glimpse into the political life of a provincial metropolis at the height of the Roman Empire. Perfect for Lindsey Davis, David Wishart, and Steven Saylor fans.
It’s election time in the ancient Roman metropolis of Ulpia Traiana Sarmizegetusa. However, the whole electoral process risks getting out of hand when Cominius Pontius Poplicola, the popular candidate for one of the chief executive positions, dies under suspicious circumstances.
Was his death an accident, or was he murdered for championing the citizenry’s cause against the Emperor’s interests?
Join Lucius Lucretius Strabo, a former legionary and war veteran, on his quest to solve the mystery and prevent yet another Empire-wide civil war.
"Drinking like there was no tomorrow worked out just fine, he tried to reassure himself. But the words rang hollow for the first time in months.
He was born Lucius Lucretius Strabo in the provincial metropolis of Ulpia Traiana Sarmizegetusa during the 14th regnal year of Caesar Marcus Aurelius Antoninus Augustus. It was a pompous way of saying that he was 22 years old and was from around town.
He hated both farming and violence, but since he was terrible at the former and reasonably competent at the latter, he joined the legions six years ago, lying about his age so he could enlist before his eighteenth birthday.
Alas, Marcus Aurelius’ son and successor, Emperor Commodus, insisted on pissing everybody off with his megalomania and crazy gladiatorial shit, among other things. Eventually, he got himself assassinated a few months after Strabo joined the Eagles.
Vale Pax Romana, Salve Chaos! Goodbye Roman Peace, Hello Chaos!
The ensuing civil war shattered a century of internal stability and prosperity.
Now that’s what I call perfect timing.
During the next five years, Strabo got to see the world as part of Septimius Severus’ empire-wide tour of death and destruction.
At long last, since Fortuna was a generous little goddess, she decided Strabo shouldn’t go home empty-handed but rather empty-socketed. In the final battle of the Roman-on-Roman power struggle, a howling legionary from Britannia poked out Strabo’s left eye using his standard issue gladius just as he was regularly stabbed in the belly by a diligent Legionary Strabo.
After the unfortunate incident, Strabo learned that Legio XIII Gemina’s taste for twins goes beyond its name. It actually expects its members to have a pair of everything: two hands, two legs, and two eyes, so Strabo was discharged on medical grounds.
In recognition of his service and the crippling wounds he received in combat, Strabo was awarded a missio causaria, including several years’ worth of salary and a deed to a plot in the middle of nowhere. As a bonus, he was officially inducted into the honestiores class of distinguished citizens.
I was back to square one.
With the army no longer an option, returning to his father’s rural estate was again on the table. However, moving back with his parents wasn’t his idea of moving ahead in life, and farming his own land sounded even less appealing.
To add to his woes, he couldn’t get used to being a cripple—Strabo hadn’t realized before how attached he was to his body parts. So he drank. And drank. And drank some more while planning to keep doing so until the end of his days.
Politics, jealousy, murder: you name it, the Romans had it! Enters our hero, an irreverent crime-fighter with a major personality flaw—decency.
“Vox Populi” is a tongue-in-cheek historical mystery that allows a glimpse into the political life of a provincial metropolis at the height of the Roman Empire. Perfect for Lindsey Davis, David Wishart, and Steven Saylor fans.
It’s election time in the ancient Roman metropolis of Ulpia Traiana Sarmizegetusa. However, the whole electoral process risks getting out of hand when Cominius Pontius Poplicola, the popular candidate for one of the chief executive positions, dies under suspicious circumstances.
Was his death an accident, or was he murdered for championing the citizenry’s cause against the Emperor’s interests?
Join Lucius Lucretius Strabo, a former legionary and war veteran, on his quest to solve the mystery and prevent yet another Empire-wide civil war.
"Drinking like there was no tomorrow worked out just fine, he tried to reassure himself. But the words rang hollow for the first time in months.
He was born Lucius Lucretius Strabo in the provincial metropolis of Ulpia Traiana Sarmizegetusa during the 14th regnal year of Caesar Marcus Aurelius Antoninus Augustus. It was a pompous way of saying that he was 22 years old and was from around town.
He hated both farming and violence, but since he was terrible at the former and reasonably competent at the latter, he joined the legions six years ago, lying about his age so he could enlist before his eighteenth birthday.
Alas, Marcus Aurelius’ son and successor, Emperor Commodus, insisted on pissing everybody off with his megalomania and crazy gladiatorial shit, among other things. Eventually, he got himself assassinated a few months after Strabo joined the Eagles.
Vale Pax Romana, Salve Chaos! Goodbye Roman Peace, Hello Chaos!
The ensuing civil war shattered a century of internal stability and prosperity.
Now that’s what I call perfect timing.
During the next five years, Strabo got to see the world as part of Septimius Severus’ empire-wide tour of death and destruction.
At long last, since Fortuna was a generous little goddess, she decided Strabo shouldn’t go home empty-handed but rather empty-socketed. In the final battle of the Roman-on-Roman power struggle, a howling legionary from Britannia poked out Strabo’s left eye using his standard issue gladius just as he was regularly stabbed in the belly by a diligent Legionary Strabo.
After the unfortunate incident, Strabo learned that Legio XIII Gemina’s taste for twins goes beyond its name. It actually expects its members to have a pair of everything: two hands, two legs, and two eyes, so Strabo was discharged on medical grounds.
In recognition of his service and the crippling wounds he received in combat, Strabo was awarded a missio causaria, including several years’ worth of salary and a deed to a plot in the middle of nowhere. As a bonus, he was officially inducted into the honestiores class of distinguished citizens.
I was back to square one.
With the army no longer an option, returning to his father’s rural estate was again on the table. However, moving back with his parents wasn’t his idea of moving ahead in life, and farming his own land sounded even less appealing.
To add to his woes, he couldn’t get used to being a cripple—Strabo hadn’t realized before how attached he was to his body parts. So he drank. And drank. And drank some more while planning to keep doing so until the end of his days.