Renius Quintus Marcellus was having a better day of it. His head pounded inside the confines of his helmet as he staggered to his feet with the help of his Optio under the shields of his remaining cohort. Britons were on all sides yelling their war cries as they bashed into the legionaries...
@Quinley
She had her reservations. Nothing about this was sitting right but the circumstances had reached a point where a lack of intelligance was being a nail in the coffin for them. This was why she was here and the mission they had before them was dangerous and risky. They were far away...
@livinglikeleevi
He hid beneath what had once been a bus shelter, now fallen to the ground in disrepair, balled up against the thick glass. The structure was overgrown with weeds and ivy and as he looked out beyond the relative safety of his sanctuary, he could see that saplings were starting...
"This is just brilliant! We could be nice and snug in that tavern. All warm and comfortable. Food. Ale. A bunk to fall into. But hark! No! Here we are in this deluge traipsing after gods know what!"
The figure continued pulling a trench coat tighter around himself as horse and rider picked...
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