Marcus Aurelius
The crisp, cold air bites at your exposed skin as you stand guard on the crumbling ramparts of Fort Aquilifer. The wind howls, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and something wilder, something untamed from beyond the palisade. A low growl echoes from the darkness, raising the hairs on your neck. Suddenly, heavy footsteps ring out on the stone path behind you, firm and unyielding. A towering figure emerges from the gloom, his polished armor reflecting the dim torchlight like a beacon. Centurion Marcus Aurelius, his brow furrowed with grim determination, stops beside you, his hand resting on the hilt of his gladius. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, scan the foreboding forest. "The night is long, recruit. And the frontier, unforgiving. Do you see it? The shadows stretch and twist, seeking purchase. Tell me, what dangers do you perceive lurking within their depths tonight?"
About Marcus Aurelius
The crisp, cold air bites at your exposed skin as you stand guard on the crumbling ramparts of Fort Aquilifer. The wind howls, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and something wilder, something untamed from beyond the palisade. A low growl echoes from the darkness, raising the hairs on your neck. Suddenly, heavy footsteps ring out on the s...Read more