Civilian barks for a city builder set in the ancient period. They’re meant to be triggered when the player’s cursor hovers over particular buildings and give a sense of liveliness to the city, as if we were overhearing ongoing conversations. This section also contains barks triggered during incidents happening in the city, such as Plague, Fire or Riots These aren’t tied to particular buildings, but to the area the incident is occuring in.
| Governor villa – Roman province | Governor villa – Celtic province |
| I don’t have time! We’re short of one scribe! | … mead for tonight’s banquet. And don’t forget to pick the biggest fishes! |
| Did you show the guests to their rooms? | … clearly the estate has been fashioned in a very careful way. |
| Where is that jar? Ask Felix back here if you don’t know, then! | … keep the barbarians out? I shouldn’t call them that of course, but… |
| … has apparently been a general during the third and sixth… | [Genuine] Why did they cast him here? He seems competent enough to me. |
| … philosopher on her own right, heard she freed the entire household… | [Pissed] It spells Cave Canem, not Cave panem, you dumb excuse for a carver! |
| Can’t let the governor see that. Clean it up! | [Hopeful but wary] What do you think they’ll write about, back in Rome? |
| … been examining your prospects and I must say… You were a singer? Hmm. | Gimme me a hand with the boar innards, will ya? |
| … and then he just threw it off the table. They were laughing like baby seals! | [Snobbish] … this wine has a sweet taste and a very interesting robe. Is it imported? |
| … you’d think the small frog in the corner will soon jump off the mural and onto your head! | … soon build a house for his bethrothed near the marsh… |
| [Declaiming poetry] « … When life is o’er, and Minos has rehearsed The grand last doom… » | How much of the coastline can you see from the walls? |
| [Shy] Will you walk with me under the colonnade? | Watch out, rooky! Locals have their dice carved out from human skulls. |
| [Firm, setting boundaries] It’s more of a private, family-only altar. | Maybe I shouldn’t have gambled my tunic on knucklesbones… |
| [In a hurry] It’s a personal letter… I must have left it in the peristyle… | He’s been making a name for himself, but of course, war isn’t hunt. |
| Titia told me she saw the elder Vibius staggering in the streets stark naked! | You know what they say… Listen too much to your slave, become one. |
| Why don’t I return the favor? Come to my love pad on the Vinalia Priora, I’ll have good wine and company! | He didn’t know how to build in the marsh. His house sank. |
| [Composing poetry] « Close to the sun Icarus flew, I am a moth around you »… Ah, no, too modern… | The upkeep of this place must be enormous, given its bearings! |
| The funniest part is that she burnt her wig on the Vulcania! It gives her tit for a tat! | [Bored] Tacitus was right, not a soul will laugh off vice here…! |
| Cybele isn’t even Greek, she’s Phrygian?! We stole gods from the end of the world… | The mare must be haunted by a cohort of Lemures! My cousin once tried the hot cabbage trick, for she’s a biter – not only did it not work but the beast stood there, chewing on it, staring at him. |
| Production buildings located in the marshes |
| There’s treasures to be found in the bog. |
| The swamp is welcoming me with a new path every day. |
| This’ll taste good after a bit o’ work. |
| I can tell a healthy one from a sick one in less than a glimpse, ya know! |
| You need to dry yer feet proper at night. |
| … when the mists coat the land and the waters glimmer like stars… |
| There is belonging here, between sedge and water… |
| [Excited] I found twin seashells! |
| Sneaky otter’ll find someone to talk to this time! |
| [Playfully] Beware! The wee ones who jump off track shall never be found again…! |
| Mines – Roman province | Farms – Roman province | Workshops – Roman province |
| A new kind of ore! Ohh… Ohh… It’s just coal. | If you’re thirsty, think how the earth might feel! | It’s all in the wrist! |
| Can’t breathe inside, can’t see outside. | …I’m set up to wait till the sheeps come home… | Did you brew this in your boots? No? Then you might want to try again. |
| In the dark, it’s quieter than you might think… | If I catch these kids running over the crops again…! | … weave as careful a thread as the Gods with our fates… or so we hope. |
| [Angry, mark each word] Where are the new lamps?! | Be delicate… There. They’re just buds. | [Judgemental] Acacia thorns and figs in honey? What’s he been doing? |
| If you find water, make sure it ain’t the Styx! | Leave at least 6 pedes between each. | … intricate lines worthy of the Emperors themselves! |
| Is there really still sunlight out there? | If you want the earth to give, you’ve got to care for her. | The question isn’t how to create it. The question is of purpose. |
| Hammer, pick, flask, knee pads… You’re all set kid. | Don’t save your sweat, it’ll feed you back later. | That all the sweat they gave you? These gladiators need to train harder. |
| You all look the same down here… Ugly bastards! | Don’t let those crops catch dampness! | I made this to offer to the Gods, you know… Oh, you can have it. |
| We’d need oil to clean our eyes… | This sure will fill more than one cart! | Make enough of it, and no one’ll undo you. |
| Feels like you’re inside the womb of wealth itself. | Farms – Celtic province | … it was specially ordered by the Governor household! |
| Where is moral high ground when you need it? | Come Imbolc, we might need a new sheepfold! | Let her try again, she’ll get the hang of it. |
| … just need to get through one more layer and then… | Pale herd and green dawns… And a nice cup in the evening! | Workshops – Celtic province |
| Mines – Celtic province | This land is generous. You’ve got to give it something in return. | You listen to the matter. It’ll tell you where to hit. |
| Those mining out precious stones look just as dirty as us, trust me! | I’ll sooner put the strawman on fire than let the damn birds eat it all! | Cae, how many times? No one runs near the forge! Go to your mam. |
| I can’t believe we dismantled the old cairn to build this damn ramp! | Time to move the kine uphill. | Hold on your horses. We’ll use that bit later. |
| I was innocent, but they still sent me to rot here. | … dew is glimmering like jewels this morning… | I invented a new instrument, come listen to it! Looks like a sheep with funny legs. |
| New vein ahead! Keep diggin’! | The future? It’s two full moons away, when we plant these crops. | What do you mean she doesn’t have time? I can’t go around ordering some second-class ornaments! |
| If you stay down there long enough, you’ll start seeing the skyes instead. | This brew will punch your mouth in places that are usually yours and yours alone! | |
| We ought to keep it at the right temperature. |
| Nemeton (Celtic sacred grove) |
| [Nervous] … just checking a thing on the augury calendar… |
| … a dream of a flesh-eating goat… |
| May them grant us rich harvests… this time… |
| … hereby offer thee the products of our hunt… well, breeding, actually… |
| Never knew them. But they were brave warriors… |
| [Coughing] … shouldn’t be using pine for those bonfires! |
| As wet as my son’s swaddle! Next time, I’m bringing my own sage! |
| As long as the Oak is standing vigil here, we’ll be alright. |
| [Gently, to a child] Come on, salute the well’s spirit! |
| [A child] Read the ancestor’s name to me! |
| There! It’ll be safe until the next ceremony. |
| Harbor – Roman province | Harbor – Celtic province |
| Another shipment? My back still aches from last time! | … disgusting to you, maybe… but very fashionable in Rome! |
| … didn’t pay it much credit, but then the tides opened wide… | [Braggy] They always talk of wondrous worlds, but these were just your regular inslands. |
| Them slavers gone? I say good riddance, me. | [Humming] How’s this knot already…? « The snake comes out of the hole, goes around the tree… » |
| … should have been here a week… Can’t you check again? | That would be a shame to sail home with a ship that’s not full to the brim! |
| … comes here every day with a different punnet. | Unbelievable! I told him to go get the sails and he forgot the jib… |
| One day, I’ll set sail too! … What do you mean « where to »? Somewhere else! | You got a local tattoo? Your wife is gonna be so mad, haha! |
| My grandmother arrived through here with a toga, a basket and her wits. | A big dark hound… As soon as we berthed, it jumped off and ran away… Bad omen, let me tell ya! |
| … a bairn the size of a house. Can you imagine? | Talk about a shipment! Boxes full of dirt… Who pays for tha’?! |
| … I’m sure I heard singing… giggles in the dark… | Don’t mess with this crew… I heard ’em sing they had a ship’s boy stew! |
| Look at this beauty! They say no patrol can stop her. | [Sung] Looking upon the surrounding sea, saw naught but waves as far as eyes could see…! |
| … to think it came this far to just sink so close… | All I ask for is some rotgut, a lover and a pair of cups! |
| Oy! Easy with these amphoras! | You know what sailors have in every port? A tavern tab! |
| What do you mean they were out of paint? What am I supposed to do? | « Salt in my beard »… That’s flour, the miller’s a heavy sleeper! |
| … can’t afford the repairs if we don’t deliver enough freight… | How about a taste of our new ale later on? Brewed it meself! |
| And when the boat capsized, this coward jumped overboard! | I know this part of town like you know your fingernails, follow me! |
| What?! Another graffiti?! Youngsters are ruining the world! | Hey, they have interesting knots around here! |
| Twelve sesterces, no less, and that’s a bargain! | No, what you call the Soul of Isis is actually the Dog Star. You’ve got it all wrong. |
| Never heard of it. Maybe try that ship over there? They’re foreigners. | I’m not staying. I’ll take this to the grove, thanks. |
| Those crops’ll give you the purplest of carrots! I call me own field the Tourmaline Yard. | The last of my debts has been paid; time to celebrate. Open me a new tab! |
| Colosseum – Rome |
| I sure am entertained! |
| … reminds me of that one gladiatrix with the net, what was her name? |
| Me bum hurts, should have brought an extra cushion! |
| … I need water but I don’t want to lose my seat… |
| Lucius, you turned bold, I told you to bring a hat! |
| Do you think they’ll send in the elephants next? |
| Life! Life! Life! |
| [Posh] That sure is a lot of blood. |
| I’d toss a coin to this guy today, but I lost me purse! |
| Sit down, I can’t see nuthin’! |
| This lion looks underfed. Poor thing! |
| Bathhouse – Roman province | Bathhouse – Celtic province |
| [Infuriated] Why did you bring this account into the caldarium, it’s melting! | [Menacing] I expect we understand each other. |
| Now rub my back and listen to my plan. | [Rhyming] I wouldn’t mind a cup of wine. |
| You know what to do. I’ll say farewell. | [Posh] I don’t believe it! Who serves only thrushes at dinner? |
| Nothing like a good jump in the frigidarium! | Ouch! Do you think you’re using a strigil or a sickle here? |
| [Foppish] Bubbles? Could it be an omen? | Thank Sulis they mended the pipes! Last week felt like bathing in a clay pit! |
| More oil with my strigil! | [Animated] Yes, you asked me to do it! You mentioned the issue in front of me and then you gave me that look! |
| O simple delights! O carpe diem! | Could I not stay here until I dissolve altogether…? |
| This massage got me cheeks so soft… Imported oil? | I mean, I’m used to wet weather, but this! I didn’t expect this to feel so nice. |
| Where is my toga? Octavius, it wasn’t funny the third time! | You need to stop pursuing the lass. If she wanted you, you wouldn’t have to chase her! |
| [Appreciative, commenting on someone doing sports] … a balance as perfect as Maat’s herself… | Is all this hot water really good for you…? |
| … laid eyes on a most disturbing scene… | [Vocalizing] Pa pa pa pa PA… What? This was excellent advice I bought off an excellent orator! |
| Fire | Plague | Riot |
| Quick, to the acqueduct! | This snorer just had his very last breath… | Are we not citizens of Rome? |
| Who’s been using an oil lamp here?! | Wait! I can stand. I can… Ooooh. | Avoid the patrols if you can! |
| All this fire and no altar, what a waste… | Is it the Dagda I see…? | We’ll let them know how we feel. |
| The bird is still inside! Save my poor little feathery friend! | Do burial clubs accept short-term applications…? | You get the harbor, you take the villa and I… stay here to keep watch. |
| Talk about an eternal flame! | It’s not rot, I just… The smell is my fault… | We want bread, games, and decent livelihood! |
| I saved your necklace but I need ointment now! | It’s not rot, I just… The smell is my fault… | What can they do without us? Nothin’! Their wealth is us! |
| I swear the fire started right from under my… seat. | The cloth must cover your mouth and nose! | They need to open their ears and learn to fear us! |
| The inn keeper said he didn’t have any water in there…! | I need something to kill that smell before it kills me… | Words ain’t enough, forks will do the talking! |
| I said they shouldn’t build them houses so close to each other! But no one listens to old Conn! | Close the binds, don’t let it spread! | We can outnumber them! |
| I saw the bucket patrol run the other way! | Here are some clean cloths. | This very mornin’, there was more cockroaches than wheat in my barn! Enough! |
| This never used to happen before they drained the swamp! | Tell me, what’ll the Ancestors say…? | [Noble] A little respect, perhaps? Language! |
| The walls are burning but the tools will remain. | She’s been weak for a while, but I never thought… | The grain dole was late again this month! |
| Let me back in! | Bring me more willow bark decoction. | We’re no slaves and we’ll not be treated so! |
| Save what you can! | You’ll be fine sweetie, I promise… | Soon I’ll have to sell my own hide to pay the damn taxes! |
| Taverns |
| Go on, laugh! I know I could make it through the cursus honorem! |
| Appius? The gambling chap might have pater potestas but I’ll show him fruitseller potestas! |
| No more time for food, young man! Go to your teacher right now! |
| Is it a toga she’s wearing…? Move along, Claudius. |
| We are born, we die and during the time in between, we try and rise. |
| Where should I get myself invited tonight…? I hear Caius’ last banquet was truly boring. |
| Life is life, nothing more. What you make of it, on the other hand… |
| Don’t tell her she was an exposed child. She is my daughter. |
| Keep your enemy close, and your enemy’s slave, closer. |
| A decurion’s deserter can become another soldier’s grandfather. |
| The physician claimed this would cure any and all ailments! So I punched him. |