• Casting a Ruinous Shadow, the Die was Cast


    Morning, I. Finally, being on throt with his retinue and formation after formation of his legions on the march, Marcus was feeling much better. As if the air itself was flowing easier to his chest. This was a welcomed change, for he already made sure that the order to “seek” a widespread confrontation and to…

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  • Time Calls Onward for a March


    Early Morning, II. Marcus looked over the sandy hill where his tent was established as he moved past his housecarl. Just a few hours ago, a small skirmish with the enemy resulted in a worse-than-ideal situation to his liking, but the intensity of the harassment they were receiving was yet another reason why he knew…

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  • The Measure of a Man is…


    Late Afternoon, I. The Sun. It baked him alive as he tried to open his eyes. Not that it made much difference, but his misplaced helmet that made it halfway into his face provided shade for him to be able to see the sky. He was laying on the sand and was beginning to feel…

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