TLIGGT: The Nazarean Emperor

Wouldn't he be just another Lucius Volusius Saturninus? It is standard procedure for the adopted son to take on all his father's names and keep his nomen (not praenomen) with an -anus. The -anus goes to the adoptee's nomen, not the adopter's nomen. Octavius became Octavianus not Julianus.
Looking into it more, it appears you would be correct. For the sake of name recognition however, I'll keep it as "Jesus Volusius Saturninus". Thanks for clearing that up.
EDIT: It appears some of the updates are too far back to update. I'll still go with the above now from how on forever.
 
Wouldn't he be just another Lucius Volusius Saturninus? It is standard procedure for the adopted son to take on all his father's names and keep his nomen (not praenomen) with an -anus. The -anus goes to the adoptee's nomen, not the adopter's nomen. Octavius became Octavianus not Julianus.

Ha-Ha you said -anus! :D:p
 
I wonder what sort of religious cult Jesus will found during his glorious imperium...

And if the cults of Mithras and Sol flourish down the line...
 
Looking into it more, it appears you would be correct. For the sake of name recognition however, I'll keep it as "Jesus Volusius Saturninus". Thanks for clearing that up.
EDIT: It appears some of the updates are too far back to update. I'll still go with the above now from how on forever.

I think the most likely name for Jesus in this scenario would Lucius Volusius Saturninus Jesus. This would be consistent with the practice of adopting one's native name as a cognomen upon achieving citizenship (e.g. Josephus).
 
I think the most likely name for Jesus in this scenario would Lucius Volusius Saturninus Jesus. This would be consistent with the practice of adopting one's native name as a cognomen upon achieving citizenship (e.g. Josephus).

Actually, that works. I never realized that before with Josephus' name (Titus Flavius Josephus). Thanks, I'll be using this. :)
 
I think the most likely name for Jesus in this scenario would Lucius Volusius Saturninus Jesus. This would be consistent with the practice of adopting one's native name as a cognomen upon achieving citizenship (e.g. Josephus).

Thanks for that input.

That would actually help the story, as people WERE referred to by cognomina (sometimes, at least).
 
I recommend this update be read with this song playing in the background: (repeat as necessary, since it's rather short song): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0LmRbDKxno&list=PLNVuz_4mg9EP2HlFrxuoqY6nvBvEXLddo&index=8
Chapter VI: The Battle of Beth Horon



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Scanning the horizon, Marullus cursed his luck under his breath. Camped out not more than ten miles from Jerusalem, he took stock of the situation. Time was not on his side. It would not be long before the entirety of Palestine had received the news, and by then he doubted the Romans would have many friends in these parts. If only he had the forces, he could strike before things got out of hand and contain the situation. But as things stood, he barely had enough men to feel comfortable holding on to Caesarea should the population prove hostile, much less stamp out the flames of insurrection.


Clodius interrupted his thoughts; “How much you want to bet Marsus will take his damned time getting here?”


Marullus chuckled. It was a nervous chuckle, for he knew Clodius was right. Even if Marsus heard the news tomorrow, in all likelihood, his legions would take a few days at least before they could be gathered and ready to march. By then all of Palestine may very well be in arms against Roman authority. He brushed the thought of his head being displayed on a spear from his mind. One thing a Roman commander could not be was defeatist. His men relied on him. Marullus just hoped their trust in his abilities wasn't misplaced.


“What do you think?”


“What do I think?” Clodius took the question in stride. “I think we should slaughter the whole lot of 'em sir. Palestine would make a nice colonia for retired legionaries.”


“About our next move.” Marullus moved the discussion away from Clodius' fantasies.


Clodius pondered the question for a moment. “I think, sir, that I'm not the one who should be making these decisions.” he paused for a moment before adding, “And for good reason.”


Marullus sighed. Clodius was of no help, which worried him. His right-hand man was always eager to give his opinion. That he was willing to defer to Marulluss was a sign that he was not so confident of their predicament. Walking around through the camp, he was sure to give acknowledgment and a few encouraging words to the soldiers he passed. Occasionally he engaged in friendly conversation—or tried to at least, his men felt awkward about having a chat with their commander, not wanting to say something wrong. Marullus understood the importance of proving yourself to be merely one of the soldiers, especially in crisis situations like this. It helped keep their mind at ease, knowing their commander shared in their condition.


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Gnaeus Vibius Marsus reacted expectantly to the news from Marullus' camp. He had already procured a legion, Legio XII Fulminata, for just such an eventuality. Still, he was prudent enough to not rush into Judea. Instead, he called on reinforcements from the III Gallica, III Scythica, and VI Ferrata before marching out 2 days later. By then, Caesarea and Caesarea Mamertina had already revolted, so rather than march along the coast, Marsus instead moved on Tiberias, at this time still in Roman control.



Marsus was unsurprised to see Marillus already encamped at Tiberias. Thanks in no small part to the help of Herod Agrippa II and Herod of Chalcis, Galilee for the time was quiet enough to be a useful base of operations for the Roman soldiers. Hoping to smother the revolt in its cradle, Marsus marched the Legio XII Fulminata towards Jerusalem, the heart of the rebellion. In the meantime, a detatchment of troops was given to Marillus, who was to attempt to take back Caesarea, hopefully by show of force alone.


His move was to prove a mistake. The insurrection had by this time spread much further than just Jerusalem and Caesarea. Parts of Galilee had to be brought to heel before he marched out, with Acre being the only town to offer up resistance. From there, he was constantly harassed by guerillas on his march, having to make a brief detour to engage the Jewish forces at Geva, suffering embarrassingly high casualties in what was a sloppy assault.


From there, he finally made it to Jerusalem, his men tired from being harassed all the way. Taking the suburb of Bezetha, the Roman forces occupied the Jezreel Valley and attempted to invest the city. Judas personally took defense of the city, and much to their surprise, the Romans were thrown back from the walls. By now, word had reached the Roman camp of the emperor Gaius's death. Having failed once and wishing for reinforcements, this news was enough to convince Marsus to pull back to Syria for the time being, having clearly misjudged the strength of the insurrection.



Having now lured the Romans in, the rebels were not about to let the opportunity slip them by. The sons of Judas of Gallilee, Jacob and Simon, were prepared to strike. Having struck out independently after the successful eviction of the Romans from Jersualem, they took up guerrilla warfare and were now staking their claim to leadership over the zealots. Shadowing and harassing Marsus's retreating forces all along the way, they finally prepared their ambush.


While marching through the Beth Horon pass, Marsus saw the trap spring on him. As he saw the Jewish troops emerge over the hills, things seemed to move in slow motion. The bales of hay being set on fire, the slingers and javelineers unleashing their initial volley. He seemed powerless to react. As he turned his horse, he saw the stone barelling towards him. Unable to react quickly enough, the stone slammed into his skull, smashing it and knocking him off his horse, killing him on impact.


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Seeing their commander struck down before the battle had even begun, the legionaries were shaken to their core. As the Jewish guerillas swept down on them, many of them fell from the initial volley, the less fortunate screaming in agony as they suffered grievous wounds. Those that got their wits about them fast enough locked shields with their cohort and prepared for the onslaught, moving out of the way of the rolling bales of hay before hastily reforming to meet their foes. Getting into formation under the unceasing misisle barrage proved to be an extremely difficult task. The pass was painfully narrow, and with the rebels swarming around them on all sides, they were barely able to stand 3 ranks deep.


Cohesion was quickly lost. Cohorts were split apart into isolated pockets, where they were wittled down and easily dispatched. The slaughter was tremendous. As the Romans methodically fought their way out of the impossible situation and through the pass, their casualties were horrendous. As Roman historians would lament later, 7,500 Roman soldiers fell on the battlefield, an appalling sum, equivalent to nearly a full legion and a half lost in a single day. The casualties were only prevented from being worse by the complete abandonment of whole pockets of trapped legionaries to their fate. Eventually meeting up with Marillus (who himself had been unable to make any headway against Caesarea), they limped back to Antioch, a shell of their former strength.
 
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Nice to see this back, although it's been awhile so a quick clarification would be nice. Is this the event that leads to Jesus being brought into the Roman fold, or is it the rebellion that was brewing in the "present" of ATL?
 
Nice to see this back, although it's been awhile so a quick clarification would be nice. Is this the event that leads to Jesus being brought into the Roman fold, or is it the rebellion that was brewing in the "present" of ATL?

This is the rebellion being led by Judas Iscariot in the present timeline.
 
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