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>>2126282
You are a member of this legion, Braxios’s Fighting 15th, who’s general is infamous for his irrelevancy at home, having been disgraced in losing his previous commands in an ambush from one of his own subordinates when trying to subdue a rebellion in a frontier province. His disgrace was being stripped of 3 of his four legions and being sent to the farthest reaches of the empire with an entirely new batch of recruits, you, to await the rest of his days. But now, things have changed, though the fortress stands mostly empty it will not go unused, as exotic traders from the east and even men of the empire going east to find fortune in the wilds are returning shaken by… something, or seldom not returning at all. Fires burn on the distant horizons, and on particularly quiet nights you can hear it, quiet but droning on and on and on; Drums, drums in the East, and the sounds of a million marching feet. Your commander has decided to stand his ground, perhaps compelled by his past disgrace or some sense of duty that still exist even though the man himself is lost in the bottom of the bottle. Either way you’re stuck here for the duration of the siege, as the last men who tried to leave were drawn and quartered for desertion, and their bodies fed to the crows. Not wishing to end up in the same hell those men are destined for, you check over your gear before leaving your room.
Except, what is your assignment?

>Character sheet
Name: What is your name?
Fluff: What is your story?
Class: What Type of Soldier are you?
Location: Front or Rear Fort, can specify further from there
-- Do not fill in –
Health: 10/10
Gear: Determined by Class, gained from battle loot and finding stuff
Inventory: Everything you’re not wearing and can’t kill stuff with
Bonus: Determined by fluff

Setting note: Also, if you can’t tell, this a Romanesque setting with some fantasy properties, I’m willing to accept a broad range of characters but if you think you’re idea will get slapped down, you might want to ask me about it first

Actions: Dice are 3d100 per turn, actions can be anything within reason (I’m assuming you’re smart enough to be adults about this, also no /d/)

>Roll chart

1-5: You're fucked
6-10: You're kinda fucked
11-19: You fucked up, but not that bad
20-29: You did what you needed to do, but in the worst way possible
30-39: You did what you needed to do, but in a very mediocre way
40-59: Average, plain, boring, safe average
60-79: Damn Good, like eggs on steak
80-95: Damn son, cool down, you're on fire
96-99: Something, somewhere got shrek't, and you got a magical pony
100: "Hey, who left this magical gladius here?"

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Classes: What rank and job you have in the legion

Legionnaire – A basic foot soldier, rank and file.
+ 2 [Pila] + 5 to ranged attacks, 1 use unless recovered and repaired
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Standard Bearer – Inspires the men, lightly equipped and often a target because of the giant flag they carry, but the presence of their flag can turn the tide of battle.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Legion Standard] – Passive + 10 buff to all players near you
Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
+ [Spells] – ask me in discord about what kind of wizard you want to be, and I’ll give you spells
Auxiliary - Soldiers that do not fall within the standard structure of the legion, and can be made up of any various ethnic or cultural group of the empire. Though the legion is balanced in its strengths, they lack the specialized power to deal with certain threats, this is where auxiliaries come in.
+ You can pick your gear yourself, you just have to clear it with me (pm me in discord)
Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Horse/Griffin] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.

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Status of the Frontal Fortress:
>Supplies:
4 Weeks of Food
6 Weeks of Water
3/4 Ton of Wood
1/4 Ton of Stone and mortar
Feed for Horses

>Garrison
522 Legionaries
11 Centurions
13 Acolytes
218 Auxiliaries
100 Equites
174 Camp followers and Laborers

>Fortifications
Towers 1-6 Health: 10/10
Wall Health: 45/50
6 Onagers
12 Ballista
1 Scorpion
185 Onager Rounds
485 Ballista Bolts
30 Scorpion Bolts
1/16 Ton of Pitch

Rear Fortress:
1 Year of Food
Water from Well: Untainted
2 Tons of Wood
1 & 1/2 Tons of Stone and mortar

>Garrison:
4400 Legionaries
82 Centurions
45 Acolytes
800 Camp Followers
2250 Auxiliaries
400 Equites
15 Griffin Knights

>Fortifications
Outer wall: 48/50
Inner wall: 50/50
Towers 1-8: 9/10

Also discord to yell at the host/other players
https://discord.gg/yCzE95

>>2118323
1/2. Boar scales the highest tower, almost slipping on some bits of Goblin guts on the stairwell. He pulls out his spyglass at the highest point, directing his view at the burnt out husk of the outer woods, looking for signs of the goblin menace. He saw them alright, the shriveled husks of a thousand thousand goblins, burnt while they marched, while they ran, while some huddled together surrounded by the flames. They were in the woods alright, but it was blackened skin and burnt bone that greeted his eyes, not a pack of ravenous monsters.

3. Descending from the tower boar began the long walk to the Wall's infimary. Apparently a pack of goblins made it here as well, as things were strewn about and even now camp followers were still cleaning the place. What seemed odd to Boar however was a single long brown piece of feces sitting in the corner. He saw it in the log, the foot of a chicken. He pondered the meaning of this as a doctor saw to his wounds, applying the poultice nessecary to keep his wounds from getting any worse.

"These will take a few days to heal properly, until then take it easy or you may risk reopening the wounds."

>Health: 7/10, + 1 every turn until fully healed (unless injured further )

>>2118341

1/2. The smith ends his first week at the fort be refining his enchantments. He had plans, but not the means to execute them. This would require practice, and lots of it.

>Controlled Minor Destruction 4/5

3. When you said pig iron you spoke to highly of this metal, it might as well be glass for as well as it handles under your hammer blows. You trepidatiously quench the lumpen mess, only for it to shatter the moment it hits the water. Your thick leather apron catches all of the fragments, but it almost seems like the weapons of the enemy have a will of their own, that will being to try to kill you even with a screaming goblin holding the blade.

>>2118350
1. You pray to the craft god for favor, for wisdom, and for good luck in finding metal. You then proceed to step outside of your room and onto a nail. Your prayers have been answered!

2. You spend a few hours meditating in your room, contemplating the nature of the world and your role in it, how you are no different then a cog in a machine. This spurs on deeper insight, and you feel as though your next work will have a touch of wisdom in it.

>Inspired: + 10 to next design roll

3. You gather provisions necessary for the trip ahead, it would seem that some have volunteered to come with you as well, though you also can feel free to ask others to join you on this trip. (As an aside I would recommend it).

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>>2118352
1. You rush over to the man, your brothers already tending to him. You take the supplies nearby and use them as best you can to bind his wounds, though it would seem the knife cut deeper then what these medicines can treat, or any doctor could either. Your brother shall live, but he shall never walk, never raise his shield, and never fight again. He can speak, but just barely.

"b-bbruddda..." He stutters "ceeeeek ch-chi-chikins"

2. You aid in transporting the wounded, the time for those who were the most gravely wounded to be treated having past, but still, all around appreciate your help in taking those that cannot take themselves to a place to heal.

3. You bring to the attention of the commanders of the fort the misplaced medical supplies, awaiting their reaction

>>2118431
>>2121377

2118377
1/2. You retire to the infirmary, barely able to walk by the time you lay down in one of the few unclaimed bunks. Your poor shape ensures that you are seen to relatively however, and receive ample care from a female physician that happened to see your bolt of lighting from her perch on the wall.

>Health: 6/10, + 1 every turn until healed (unless injured further)

3. You are barely awake by the time you realize that you've scaled a nearby peak, the storm raging around you as a thick bank of black clouds stand overhead. Without warning, a bolt of lighting shoots straight down from on high, striking your sword and filling it with arcane energy. There's no telling how long this will last, but you feel as if you begin to understand how to do this yourself, it is almost as if this was a lesson.

>Gladius Enchantment: Lighting - + 10 to large enemies. Last for one combat encounter

>Spells: Minor Lighting Enchantment: 4/5

>>2118383
1/2/3. You and Zhayed fly the worst of the wounded to the rear lines, where better facilities and the most senior doctors of the legion await the wounded. You personally save no less then 50 men, who all swear a oath that should you need them, they will answer your call for anything. Furthermore, for your actions in the battle and after it, the general has seen fit to grant you an honor, the crown of the preserver. You may wear this honor as you see fit, and the men of the legion who notice it will respect you for it.

>Inventory:
+ [Crown of the Preserver] - Awarded to those who have shielded and saved any of the citizens or allies. + 5 To NPC conversation and interaction rolls.

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>>2118431
1/2/3. You join the procession to the infirmary, your rank giving you choice treatment. As it is only one hole it is a relatively simple application of poultice and bandage, the doctor telling you to take it easy for a day or so and you'll be fine.

>Health: 7/10, + 1 per turn until healed (unless otherwise injured again)

>>2118449
1/2/3. A storm rages in the dead of night as the acolyte chants words unknown to most mortal men in the depths of the wall, in his own chamber, his dead master standing by, the blue flames that are now his eyes the only source of light in the room. The tome instructs you to build a circle of blood, which with a quick slice of your knife you are more then happy to supply. A quick incantation and suddenly everything goes black. You are surrounded by total darkness, the sound of crashing waves resounding all around you. A quick exhale and you suddenly feel the air bubbles rush past your face, then the water on your skin. You open your mouth to scream but it is soon filled with rushing water, but still the absolute darkness remains. A figure moves in the darkness, you realize it is a massive scaly hand, with claws tipped with obsidian shards the size of houses. You only see this because of the sickly red glow, the glow coming from the eyes, countless eyes. Then everything fades to black. Now you stand before a giant tower on indescribable shape, a being in the distance, a swirling mass of inscrutable malice, gazes in your direction. You feel your eyes dry, then boil out of your head, flames pouring out of you eye sockets as they try to process what you are seeing. You fade to blackness once again. You awake in your room, which is now covered in brine and seaweed, along with some black substance that you can't seem to touch, but also isn't fading away. Furthermore your master has disappeared, along with the stone his soul was bonded too.

- Master, [Bloodstained Rock]

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>>2118638

1/2. Along with may others you stop at the infirmary, though you appear to arrive on the tale end of the day when most of the non-essential personnel are out gathering more herbs for the medicine. As such your only receive the most basic treatment, but start to feel better already.

> Health: 6/10, +1 per turn until healed unless otherwise injured in that time period.

3. Your mother was famous in your clan for her cock-meat sandwiches, and you figure that some of the cooking blood must run in your veins as well. With that you help yourself to the ktichen, telling the cooks of your plans; Said cooks offer you some of their herbs if you promise to let them have a taste of this "Trul Crock Stew". A short while later after hauling the sizable hunk of meat down to the kitchen and tossing the shaft in a pot with some lentils and cabbage. The testicles you had a special plan for. Taking some oil in a pan and with some flour you make a light breading and flambe the testicle strips, and after several minutes of cooking the "tendies" as you call them, for they really are quite tender, are finished. Following this a short while later the stew is complete as well, and you and the cooking staff have a wonderful meal. Some of the men ask you for the recipe, and from what type of cattle you obtained this most succ-ulent of meat, but you assure them that you keep such secrets close to heart.

> Health: 8/10
>Inventory:
+ [Troll Cock Stew and Tendies Recipe] - After a bit of cooking and style, one can hardly tell its a giant dick with ball slices. Requires 1 troll cock, restores 2 health per serving.

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>>2118801
1/2. Running all the way to the rear fort some medical aides rush to help you, asking how you managed to run all this way if your wounds were so "grievous". You assure them that heroics propelled you onward, saying that you must be treated as soon as possible to return to the fight. When they then tell you that the first wave was over you loudly lament the your wounds were so severe as to prevent you from staying and "Thrashing those monsters for Rome and Empire!" All in all it is a convincing act, and you leg is binded up as well.

> Health: 7/10 + 1 per turn until fully healed unless damaged in that time.

2/3. One could not preform true heroics in rags such as these! It was therefore obvious and morally justifiable to Vaughan that he take some new clothes from the quartermaster, the man didn't even need to know he borrowed them either. Furthermore, he figured that it was time for a change of appearance as well. Using some pig's fat and and horse semen he concocted a gel that would hold his once long air straight up in the air after it dried, and that he might was well get an eyepatch as well, to truly be as intimidating to the enemy as he could be.

>Inventory:
+ [Hair Gel recipe] - 1 part water, 2 parts pigs fat, and 3 parts horse semen. Last 5 turns and gives a - 15 to perception checks against you .
+ [Eyepatch] - Taken from a sleeping bum, - 5 to perception checks against you, - 5 to combat rolls on account of the fact that you can't see out of it.

>>2118902
1. Most of what the attackers brought was burned with them, and the tools they used are of too crude of make and poor of metal quality to anything other then scrap. Gaius finds nothing useful on this day, but in dumping said scrap metal into the pit traps he has made them twice as deadly. They still needed to be cleaned however.

2/3. In the dead of night, as the storm raged in the sky above, Gaius set out from the wall and into the woods, his cloak wrapped tightly around him to prevent the rain from soaking too much into his tunic underneath. As he reached the treeline, or rather what was left of it after the fire, he did notice something most peculiar. The trees where already regrowing, infact it was as if half of the burnt trunks had already sprouted new branches with tiny leaves on them, and the ash underfoot was pocketed with blades of grass and small shrubs shooting out of the remains of gods know how many goblins. He continues on his way, travelling now into the woods not touched by the flames, with trunks as wide as the troll is tall, and leaves large enough to make a cloak out of. It is quiet here, the only sound that of the beating drums in the distance, slower now, softer... As if they were resting...

>You are now a turn's travel away from the wall, you can keep going or return, your choice.

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>>2119497
1. You manage to find a small sack in the hands of a dead goblin. Inside of it are several small gemstones, radiant and beautiful.

>Inventory:
+ [Small Sack of Gemstones]

2. Along with many others you as well seek aid for your wounds. The doctor assures you that they are superficial at worst, with a few bruises that should heal in a few days at worst.

>Health 10/10

3. It would seem unfortunately though that most of your men did not survive the fight, as a mere 15 showed up for your scheduled drill today. Unable to look at the men and speak to them of the fact that over half the century is dead or wounded,you dismiss the men for the day and retire to your quarters.

>>2121219
1. You pray to the Western Goddess of Horses, who had in the past century been accepted into the Roman pantheon. Unfortunately she must be casting her gaze elsewhere as you feel nor see nothing from your prayers. There is the faint stench of saltwater on the wind however.


2. You then tend to Apollo,giving him an apple while mumruing sweet nothings into his ear, stroking his mane as you slip bits of goblin flesh into his mouth as well, He appears to like these morsels more then the apple however.

3. Another day another drill. When the most senior Equites left with the rest of the legions for the empire, there was not one Principe left among the horsemen to command them. It would seem now that Batiatus had taken up that mantle, as the men now looked to him when they drilled, called him "sir" even. Training went well as well, which is always nice.

>Advanced Training: 4/10

>>2121377
1/2. Combing among the enemy dead as you and your men throw them into the chasm on the far side of the wall you make sure to pocket any valuables you can find, and by midday you have a sizable collections of gold and small gemstones.

>Inventory:
+ [Sack of Gold and Gemstones]

3. As you call your men forward to get an accurate headcount as to be certain of the amount of men you need to requisition from the rear fort, you notice something both horrifying and enraging. Your standard bearer is missing! YOUR STANDARD IS MISSING! The men assure you that he was not among the dead, and no scraps of the standard were found. If you dared reveal this to the General, he'd have you strung up and whipped infront of the entire legion. You must resolve this before getting new men, this must not leave the century. Aside from this your losses are light, a few men laid up with broken arms or legs, a few in comas from blood loss, but no deaths. In fact it would seem that only the standard bearer is missing.

2121655
1/2/3. You spend the day helping the men of the frontal fort with all that they need. The men appreciate the help and your assistance shows off, as the men work harder and faster knowing a griffin knight is willing to help them with even the most mundane of things.

>[Family Man] - + 10 --> +15 and + 5 to all rolls that involve you working with legionaries

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Day 7, Week 1

The Siege has ended, and repairs have begun. After a horrible storm in the night the men awake to see the forest burned to the ground just the day before regrown, and in the distance the drums sound once again.

Status of the Frontal Fortress:
>Supplies:
4 Weeks of Food
6 Weeks of Water
3/4 Ton of Wood
1/4 Ton of Stone and mortar
Feed for Horses

>Garrison
522 Legionaries
11 Centurions
13 Acolytes
218 Auxiliaries
100 Equites
174 Camp followers and Laborers

>Fortifications
Towers 1-6 Health: 10/10
Wall Health: 45/50
6 Onagers
12 Ballista
1 Scorpion
185 Onager Rounds
485 Ballista Bolts
30 Scorpion Bolts
1/16 Ton of Pitch

Rear Fortress:
1 Year of Food
Water from Well: Untainted
2 Tons of Wood
1 & 1/2 Tons of Stone and mortar

>Garrison:
4400 Legionaries
82 Centurions
45 Acolytes
800 Camp Followers
2250 Auxiliaries
400 Equites
15 Griffin Knights

>Fortifications
Outer wall: 48/50
Inner wall: 50/50
Towers 1-8: 9/10

Rolled 29, 31, 68 = 128 (3d100)

>>2126596
>Name: Antorius Damocles
>Fluff: The son of a Legion Smith and a Seamstress, his talent at magic was discovered early on in his apprenticeship under his father. Between his experience as a smith and his magical skill, he was more or less fast tracked into the crafting of magical items. This turned out to be...a bad idea. He has an almost savant-like talent at making things explode. Very, very well. The Artificer's Hall of his Academy was rebuilt more than once during his tenure there. Instead of being viewed as a loss, however, this natural skill at spontaneous destruction was honed, refined, and given entirely new scope. Now on the front line, The hardly-a-man Antorius has dozens of notes and concepts ready to be tested on the endless hordes of Goblins.
>Class: Acolyte
>Location: Front Fort
>-- Do not fill in –
Health: 10/10
Class: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
Gear:
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
+ [Spells] - [Minor Explosion] - Using your mind you can force small items apart into many fragments, at medium speeds. 2 turn cooldown.
[Minor Destruction Enchantment] - You can, by carving a small sigil into an object, bind your minor destruction spell into it for a period of 3 turns, and upon coming into forceful contact with another object, will suffer the same effects as a cast of your minor destruction spell. 3 turn cooldown.

Inventory:
+ [Smith's Hammer] - A hammer from your father, worn from use but possessing a special talent for smithing. + 10 to smithing rolls
Bonus: [Explosivo] - You possess and uncanny ability to destroy with your spells, and are adept at finding new ways to destroy with new spells. + 5 to casting rolls for telekinetic destruction spells, + 5 to research into new kinetic destruction spells.

Holy shit. That is some godawful fucking iron. It needs some refining. And maybe a furnace designed to purge ambient magic from things.

1/2. Build said furnace. Make it capable of refining this...metal. It doesn't deserve to be called iron yet.

3. Finish off the enchantment alteration. So close...

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Rolled 18, 15, 91 = 124 (3d100)

>>2127684
Name: Vincentus Lucius Dedicatus
Fluff: A veteran of numerous campaigns, Vincentus has been hailed as both a stalwart servant of the Empire and a greedy gorehound. Notorious for prying gold and riches from the corpses of men he slays, Vincentus leads his men with an iron fist and an unshakable zeal, thirsty for greater glory and gold. He yet remains unmarried, and it's an open secret that he's quite fond of slave men, for if he got himself a wife he'd have to share his riches. He eagerly awaits his retirement, whereupon he has plans to retire in the capital and live as a decadent patrician for the rest of his days... if he survives the siege, that is.
Class: Centurion
Location: Front Fort

Health: 10/10
Gear: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Sack of Gold] - Even out here, men can be persuaded to do unthinkable things for the right price. 1 time use.
Bonus: [War-Dog] - Vincentus has seen more battles then years he has lived, he's slain more men on the field of battle then he has in the tents at camps. For men like him, war isn't a chore, but a way of life. + 10 to all combat rolls (personal).


1/2/3. "Our -standard- is missing? Our -STANDARD- is -MISSING-?" Vincentus rose from his table to grab hold of and throttle the poor bastard sent to bring him the news. "That is not acceptable! By ANY means! If he isn't dead, then he's hiding! Somewhere, in this FORT! And he has the gods-damned standard with him!"

Vincentus threw the messenger to the ground and crossed his command tent to fetch his vitis from his equipment stand. "We will not rest until we FIND the cocksucker and get our standard BACK!"

[Under the pretenses of "maintaining vigor and alertness," Vincentus commands his men to scour the fort and find the standard. If they find the standard bearer, too, then they're to haul him off for a flogging. Stressing the importance of recovering the standard before high command finds out, Vincentus beats his men with his vitis as often and hard as he's able until no stone remains unturned, no amphora remains unopened and no hidey-hole unexplored.] +10 Vitis

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Rolled 84, 70, 30 = 184 (3d100)

Health: 10/10
Gear: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
+ [Spells] - [Blessing of Vulcan] - The craft God shines upon you and all that you touch, engines of war work better and mundane instruments as well. 2 turn cooldown.
[Hammer of Vulcan] - The wrath of the God of Crafts strikes down upon the enemy. 3 Turn cooldown.
Inventory:
+ [Empire Machine manual] - A book (how futuristic) containing all the known knowledge of Imperial machines, allows you to repair and build any of them, given the time and resources.
Bonus: [Learned Man] - Octavius has attended the finest schools of war that Empire has to offer, and has been in a few sieges as well, behind the front lines of course. Still, he knows his way around a war machine. + 10 to all repair/building rolls.
+ 30 Scorpion Bolts
Inspired: + 10 to next design roll

Leo makes a call out to anyone who wants to join him on a mountain surveying trip to find Iron Ore, and Coal. More metal was needed.

1-3. Thankfully the nail did not penetrate his foot.

Leo took this as a good sign!

He begins his great journey, taking a pickaxe with him and a searching glass, and begins to search for any signs of Iron Ore or Coal.

Rolled 95, 22, 76 = 193 (3d100)

Name: Caelum Alerius Airya

Fluff: Born a second son, Caelum was groomed for war while his older brother was raised to inherit his father's estate. To ensure his son's status and glory he had acquired a griffon's egg and had it bond with Caelum when hatched. Living near Lavius’ Spite, it was a natural starting point to which Caelum could begin his career, while also being near his family. Originally assigned to one of the generals that left, Caelum assigned himself to Braxios' legion as he refused to abandon his family while the fort grew increasingly undefended. While his father was unappreciative of this sacrifice as he felt it was a waste of his investment, Caelum knew that it was only a matter of time before the barbarian came crashing at the gates.

Class: Equites

Location: Rear fort, Griffon Knight barracks
Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites
+ [Sash] +5 to resolve to resolve tests to npcs near you
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Zhayed] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely eat unruly legionaries.

Inventory:
+ [Airya Pendant] - A sign of your family, respected in the Inner Provinces. You keep it however as remind of what you're defending, and why you're doing it. Honor, duty, such is the way of the Airya. + 10 To resolve test/fear rolls.
+ [Crown of the Preserver] - Awarded to those who have shielded and saved any of the citizens or allies. + 5 To NPC conversation and interaction rolls.
+ [Tranquility] - You have learned to become totally calm under fire, and it shows. - 5 to enemy attacks when mounted on Zhayed.

Bonus: [Bonded Griffin] - While some would say that the Griffin is an unruly beast to smart for its own good, and unfit to be used as a beast of war, you would say otherwise, for your griffin Zhayed is more like a brother then a mount, and will defend you till its dying breath.

F. Hand the goblin commander's axe over to Antorius, Rumor has it that he has been working on unraveling the enigma behind goblin iron, so out of everyone he would be the must suitable to reforge it into something worthwhile.

1. Basic training 1/5
"While I was able to work mostly alone without my fellow griffin riders during the battle, that will not always be the case. I should work harder on learning how to coordinate better with my comrades.

2/3. Dramatic Posturing
"Being a griffin rider is not just being death on wings, it is also inspiring your fellows to greater feats of valor. Every movement and posture must be perfect and striking to bring maximum effect to both friends and enemies. Zhayed and I must train hard to reach this level of perfection"

Rolled 28, 99, 50 = 177 (3d100)

>>2127499
Name: Servius Silius
Fluff: Servius was a born slave, made to serve a foul cultist group, for years he was belittled, insulted and generally humiliated, he stole one of their tomes and learnt what little he could, he managed to learn some minor spells and made his plans, eventually he killed his master and escaped, now his masters corpse serves as a bodyguard, covered in full body armour so no one can figure out what lies beneath.
Class: Location: Front
Health: 10/10
Gear: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
[Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. 15 to casting rolls.
[Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
[Spells] – [Minor Raise Dead] - Small animals and children can be raised by your spell, along with smaller creatures. 2 turn cooldown.
[Minor Dread] - You instil fear into the minds of your foes, weaker willed ones, - 5 to all their rolls for the next turn. 1 turn cooldown.
[Drums of Doom] - Passive - 5 to enemy resolve tests near you, or you can focus it and apply a -15 buff to a single enemy, 1 turn cooldown for the latter.
>Followers:

Inventory:
Bonus: [Dark Child] - Your life of pain and experiences have taught you much of death, and you did more then just plot your escape all those years, you listened as well, and you learned. + 5 to dark arts casting.

Action 1-3: Well shit, investigate the black matter, maybe it has some powers i can investigate, also hide the brine and seaweed.
Raise Dead: 8/10

Rolled 86, 96, 78 = 260 (3d100)

>>2127586
Name: Vaughan Strycker
Fluff: Originally a lowly chicken thief after being caught Vaughan volunteered for the legions in lieu of corporal punishment. Known for surviving like a cockroach from basically any engagement and never having enough proof to name him a coward (there's always someones blood on his sword at the end of day) Vaughan has ascended to the rank of Standard Bearer in hopes that his uncanny survival ability will save him or he'll be revealed as a career deserter and face military tribunal.
Class: Standard Bearer
Location: Front fort
Health: 7/10
+ [Bandages] + 1 per turn until fully healed unless damaged in that time

Gear: Standard Bearer – Inspires the men, lightly equipped and often a target because of the giant flag they carry, but the presence of their flag can turn the tide of battle.
Inventory:
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Pugio] – + 2 to melee rolls
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Serpent Standard] - + 10 to all pc actions around you
+ [Hair Gel recipe] - 1 part water, 2 parts pigs fat, and 3 parts horse semen. Last 5 turns and gives a - 15 to perception checks against you .
+ [Eyepatch] - Taken from a sleeping bum, - 5 to perception checks against you, - 5 to combat rolls on account of the fact that you can't see out of it.
+ [Tight Caligae] - Specially laced so as to not come loose when running. Specially made by Vaughan's mother, bless her sole. + 15 to retreating actions.
Bonus: [Uncanny Luck] - For some reason Vaughan always finds himself in the thick of combat, but never walks away with a scratch. Can dodge 1 killing blow per combat encounter.


1,2. Seeing as he now doesn't look like the guy that was waving around the snake banner at the end of the battle Vaughan leaves the Serpent Standard in the and travels to the crowd surrounding the mage-smith that travelled from the rear fort to valiantly offer his blade and keen non-vision based senses (as the loss of an eye in a tragic battle with a dire wolf honed his other senses) in searching the mountains for resources.

3. Vaughan also noticing some of the sick warriors during the battle grabs up some of the arrows in hopes of salvaging the poison for use with his own blades

Rolled 34, 1, 51 = 86 (3d100)

>>2127684
Name: Batiatus Laetus
Fluff: A young warrior from a rich family, Batiatus feels more at home atop his noble steed Apollo than on the ground.
Class: Equite
Location: Front Fort
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Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Hasta] - + 10 to charging attacks from horseback, no bonus on foot (excluding calvary, which is + 10)
+ [Horse] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory:
+ [Saddle] - A gift to you from your father, who acquired it from a man trading goods from across the sea, where the slant-eyed men have lands almost as wonderous as the Empire itself. + 10 to actions on a horse.
Bonus: [Confident] - Batiatus has the vigor and arrogance of youth, but such things can replace skill in times of need. +5 to resolve/fear tests, + 10 to combat rolls when outnumbered.
>Advanced Training 4/10
>Bonded Mount: 7/10
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1/2. As the morning sun rises, Batiatus sits eating a piece of bread outside the stables. As he brushes the crumbs from his fingers, Apollo makes a low sound of annoyance inside - the horse hates being locked up as much as Batiatus hates having to walk. The horse is going to have to wait a moment, though - following a hunch spurred by the faint salt in the air the day before, Batiatus offers a quiet prayer to the god of the sea and of horses, pouring a few gulps of his water into the dirt.

>Pray to Neptune

3. Mounting his steed, Batiatus moves quickly in rallying the rest of the men. He takes their trust in him seriously, and trains with them consistently. He knows that even as well as they performed in the first battle, they might not always be so lucky - they need all the experience they can get.

>Train with Equites
Advanced Training 4/10

Rolled 23, 44, 61 = 128 (3d100)

>>2127684
Name:
Mark Lucenia Cicero
Fluff:
Mark was born to a humble family of farmers, they had been that way for many generations and did not have much hope of rising above that. At least that was until Mark. As a boy Mark was very capable and it led his parents to believe that he could go on to do great things. The hopes of his parents spurred him on and gave Mark the determination that he needed to reach for his goals. As soon as he could he joined the Empires forces as a soldier, and a promising one at that. He was young, fit and intuitive. Over his years of service he grew into a formidable soldier and a well respected man, Mark was able to rise through the ranks by developing his skills, body and mind through experience and rigurous training. Eventually rising to the ranks of an Equite he now lives to carry out his families wish.
Class:
Equite
Location:
Rear Fort
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Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Griffin] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory:
+ [Bronze Beet] - From humble roots do the mightiest trees grow, no one knows this better then a farmer. Will give you a reroll on fear checks, and remind you why you're here.
Bonus: [Family Man] - Strong bonds at home, and the military is naught but a second home. The men of the legion are more likely to help you, for look at you not like a comrade, but a brother. + 15 to npc related rolls and +5 to all roles related to working with Legions.
>Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls cooperating with fellow griffin Riders
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1. My Griffin is perhaps the most unruly and "beast like of our mounts but that is not such a bad thing. The thing is an intellige t being so I should let it act how it wishes. But I must also try to form a stronger bond with it so we can improve our capability as a team

2-3:
Request to continue the aid that I have provided the farmers.

>>2127875
just realized I missed a line "in the Stable and travels"

Rolled 83, 4, 10 = 97 (3d100)

>>2127684
Name: Manuel of Cappadocia
Fluff: Firstborn son of the late King of Cappadocia, Maurice II. Robbed of his birthright by his younger brother Sarkis, he launched an ultimately failed rebellion, and afterwards, he was sent to the backwaters of the Empire as a military slave. Distinguishing himself through exceptional leadership and physical prowess, he climbed the ranks to become a general, yet was met with misfortune when he was caught trying to raise an army to take back his throne. Demoted and sent to the fortress, Manuel has been disgraced, but certainly not defeated. He aims to begin climbing the ranks again after proving himself in the siege.
Class: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Location: Front
Health: 10/10
Gear: Class: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Ring of Cappadocia] - Your father's last gift to you, on his deathbed when he granted you his kingdom, before your brother stole it from you and doomed your lands to war. The ring is an ancient artifact, and in times of great peril will protect its wearer. When below half health defensive bonuses are doubled, and the ring will save you from death one time in return for its destruction.
+ [Small Sack of Gemstones]
Bonus: [Blue Blood] - Some men are just born to lead, some say its the will of the Gods, other say its just luck, either way you have a natural talent for it. + 10 to command actions.
>Basic Training: 3/5
>Basic Tactics: 4/5
> + Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls commanding your 50 legionaries
1. Exchange the gemstones for wine, better than normal food, as much as I can get to improve the morale of my men.
2. Recruit men from the rear to refill my ranks, find out how many of my men are still alive in the infirmary
3. Start doing tactical and physical exercises with my men, to improve physician strength and our effectiveness as a unit

>>2128278
By better than normal food I mean higher quality food along with the wine. Just because re reading that, it makes little sense.

Rolled 96, 78, 45 = 219 (3d100)

Name: Virgil Pyrrhenius Laurentinus
Fluff: A hardened fighter leading the charge and surviving through many a battle, Virgil has earned his way to the rank of centurion through a combination of luck, skill and smarts. He was from a noble family, raised to be a philosophers in the great academies of old, until the horrors of war struck and changed him. He still has much of the knowledge taught in the war colleges, and has an intimate knowledge of tactics and strategies that have turned the tide of past battles and will likely do so in the future. He is a strong leader of men as well, whipping his troops into a righteous fury to turn the tide of battle.
Class: Centurion
Location: Front Fort
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Health: 7/10 (+1/turn)
Gear: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Locket] - In this brass clasp is the last of what remains of your family, your wife and son, lost to the fires of war. Taken from you while you were on campaign in a foreign land. Those animals, from beyond the pass you currently find yourself in, they took her, and they did things to her, they made your son watch before slaughtering him as well. They will pay, every last on of their rotten kind will pay so long as Virgil watches over this world. Fighting against barbarians drives you into a unstoppable rage, giving you a passive + 10 to attack rolls and -10 to rolls against you, however any damage you do take is doubled.
Bonus: [The Voice of a Empire] - You chastise your men with the rage of Eurdan (Roma to citizens) itself, and the men are filled with the values she represents. Duty, Honor, Glory. + 15 to all soldiers and PCs within earshot, can be used once per combat encounter.
In Progress: Basic Training (3/5)
Basic Gladius Skills (4/5)

1. I'd better do a status check on my century to see how badly we were affected by the last raid. I'll do a headcount and attempt to request more troops to replace the fallen.
2. Next I want every able-bodied legionary in my century that's not confined to a bed on the training grounds. Just because we won doesn't mean we should just sit around and leech off the good grace of the gods forever. Also, I'll use this opportunity to show the troops what happens to cowards who would abandon their century just to save themselves by giving any captured deserters the vitis. (Basic training: 3/5)
3. Finally I'll venture out onto the battlefield to look for any remaining items of interest strewn throughout the battlefield, or at the very least find that goblin chief's head and pike it on the front wall so all his buddies can get a nice, good look at what happened to their leader when they try to foolishly throw themselves at us again.

Rolled 63, 23, 49 = 135 (3d100)

>>2127586
Name: Gaius Namedsoonicus
Fluff:
Nobody is really aware of where Gaius came from. Quite frankly nobody around Braxios' Fighting 15th has seen the man before and nobody can recall fighting alongside him during the siege. However after the first wave he just kind of showed up ready to fight. Overall Gaius is an uninteresting character with conforming opinions and attitudes. Its unlikely that anyone would notice his death.
Location: Front Fort

Health: 10/10
Class: Legionnaire
Gear:
+ 2 [Pila] + 5 to ranged attacks, 1 use unless recovered and repaired
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
Inventory:
+ [Cloak] - Just a normal cloak, but for some reason you become even more unnoticeable when you put it on. + 10 to sneaking actions.
Bonus: [Unseen] - Enemies will not attack you unless you directly attack them, furthermore, people will not notice you unless you speak up or do something to make yourself known.

1-3. His journey had not bestowed upon him what he had searched for yet. Gaius would continue his expedition further into the unknown, to the land where the drums beat softly to the rhythm of a homely hearth.

>>2127875
>>2127793
These two are going to the mountain so far

Rolled 14, 48, 26 = 88 (3d100)

>>2127586
Name: Boar
Fluff: A "citizen soldier" of brutish looks and seemingly dull intelligence. However those who spend time around him often complain of his strangely watchful eyes which seem to always be drinking in all information around him. Commended in the past for sounding a horn in the night to warn of an ambush by barbarian forces. Boar continues his watch a loyal soldier even against all odds.
Class: Legionnaire
Location: Front
Health: 7/10
Gear: Legionnaire – A basic foot soldier, rank and file.
+ 2 [Pila] + 5 to ranged attacks, 1 use unless recovered and repaired
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
Inventory:
+ [Spyglass] - A trinket from the far west, a set of various size glasses that allow you to see far off things with clear vision.
+[Poisoned Arrowhead]
Bonus: [A Warning] - Almost like a 6th sense, you are somehow keenly aware of danger before it occurs.
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1. Boar had be recruited to run protection for some mage rummaging around in the mountains.
2-3. Spend some time searching around the mountains whilst guarding the mage.

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Rolled 15, 66, 68 = 149 (3d100)

>>2127504
Name: Agrobrigos Nantu Gallaeci
Fluff: Son of a Gallaeci Chief, ever since the Romans conquered our lands there has been relative peace in the region. Several revolts but relatively peaceful. The Romans let us conduct our affairs with little interruption, but they do when things don't go as they please, such as when certain clans attack other clans in their pocket. We were a powerful tribe before, but the wars took much of our power and playing by the rules have been hard. Agrobrigos partook in a raid deep into Roman territory with the Cantabrii and Asturii but, the raid failed and they were captured. His Clan's status allowed him to simply be taken as a hostage and he learned some of the Roman ways. After a few years, he realized that if he served in the army, he could gain land and send it home. This would give how clan the power it needed to become a dominant power, and possibly, free.
Class: Equites
Location: Front

Health: 8/10 +1 per turn until healed unless otherwise injured in that time period
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
[Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
[Parma equestris] - 5 to all attacks against you
[Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
[British Longbow and quiver]
[Horse] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory: [Clan Fetish] - A gift from your father, bearing the sigil of the clan and enchanted by the clan shaman. The Old Gods blessing's are with so long as it is close to your chest. + 5 to combat actions and 1 (read 1) saving roll for death per enemy champion you kill, you start with one.
[Troll Cock Stew and Tendies Recipe] - Requires 1 set of troll genitals, restores 2 health per serving.
Skill: [Basic Cavalry Training]: + 5 to all actions involving your unit of Equites.
Bonus: [Never Conquered] - Your people are proud and stubborn, which is why the Romans have had such difficulty subduing them. This wildness translates will into combat, wherein you can enter a trance during combat for 2 rounds, during which you do double damage to a single enemy target.
>15 to the initial charge of your Equite unit in the next combat encounter

1-2; This battle shows that I've grown rusty in my melee skills. I need to practice!
3; Help with the repairs and any work that needs to be done around the wall
Also, report in the arms I acquired so they're in the registry and hope I can keep them.

>>2128295
>>2127752
Morg bring attention that the legionary who stabbed his battle brother and likely stole medical supplies had a standard with him when he ran off. He asks for permission to track him down.

Rolled 31, 77, 49 = 157 (3d100)

>>2127684
Health: 6/10
Gear: Magnus – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt. Magnus's prefer to specialize in sword and spell.
+ [Spells]
[Minor Lighting Bolt] - The wrath of Juptier fills your hands as you summon forth a mighty bolt of lighting and hurl it at your foes, alternatively it can also be cast into the ground directly beneath your feet, but doing this will hurt both friend and foe in its area of effect. 2/3 Turn Cooldown.
+ 7/10 [Lighting Bolt]
+ 1/10 [Summon Storm]
+ Minor Lighting Enchantment: 4/5

+ [Basic Training] + 5 to Rolls when cooperating with legionary forces.
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Parma Vexillifris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ Gladius Enchantment: Lighting - + 10 to large enemies. Last for one combat encounter
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
Inventory:
+ [Dog Collar] - All that was left of your furry friend, will summon forth said dog in a time of great peril, for a price.
Bonus: [Shaggy Eyes] - You feel a presence guiding you, watching you, you know not its will , but it seems to be helping you. + 10 to casting rolls.

-Actions-
1,2,3) Go lie back down you crazy fuck. See if you can't find a healer who can speed up the healing process a bit

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>>2129891

Approved but don't kill him, bring him back so we can give him a proper military tribunal

Rolled 54, 95, 67 = 216 (3d100)

>>2129891
Name: Morg Gleiz
Fluff: Morg was part of a local tribe, one who had gotten wealthy and prosperous helping the Empire. When the drums were heard the shamans of the tribe made a deal with Braxios. They would provide their stockpile of food and the services of some of their warriors, in exchange to be let through the wall and retreat deeper into the empire away from the menace. Despite there being disagreements on the matter, Baraxios was no fool in this case and accepted the bargain, knowing the extra men and food would be a great help for the coming fight.

Morg being a younger warrior and without a woman was left with the Legion. He was set to serve as a scout for them, as he was a hunter as well as warrior. Having spent all his life in these forests to make his way and life. He knows them well, and he is hoping the legionary's will let him sue it to both their advantages.

Class: Auxillary
>Basic Training: + 5 to combat rolls involving you and your shield brothers. All 30 of them.
Location: Front Fort
+ [Boar spear] +8 Melee, +0 cc
+ [Bow and Arrows] +5 ranged attacks
+ [Axe/hatchet] +5 melee, +8 cc
+ [Hunting Knives] +5 in melee and cc
+ [Hunting furs] -5 to attacks on me
Inventory:
+ [Goat Horn] - From the tribe, its bellows can sound from miles away, can be used to warn of impending danger.
Bonus: [Like the Trees] - A life in the wilderness, tracking, stalking, and killing prey much more keen of sense then man has made Morg a silent killer, who can fade into the woods as quickly as he appears. + 15 to stealth rolls in woods.


1. Ask around for anyone had seen the cockmongling standard bearer to get a clue of where he went.

2. Given the centurions are turning the front fort upside down looking for him, he likely won't be here. Check that mad Magnus's expedition for anyone fitting the description.

3. Then head towards the rear fort and check there.

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>>2127690
1/2. You begin work on a furnace, though as you have spent many years hammering metal and not constructing furnaces it is slow going.

>Furnace 2/6

3. A fine etching here, a cleaning up of a groove there, some mistranslations fixed annnnnnnd......

+ Controlled Minor Destruction - Your fragmentation spell can now be controlled at your whim.

>>2127752
1/2/3. It takes a day but your men find the standard... bearer. The men is very clearly dead, but not by goblin hands. Someone took his own standard and drove it through the man's mouth and out the back of his skull. Your men are able to deduce this by the scraps of bronze usually used to cap the end of the standard stuck to the back of the fragments of his skull. Someone had hidden the body in the corner of the tower, and for some odd reason a chicken feather was found near the body as well...

>>2127793
1/2/3. And so another party departs for the mountain, joined by a wayward standard bearer with some oddly crusty hair and missing an eye (>>2127875) and a legionarre who had just returned from the mountains only a few days ago (>>2129571). The weather is cold up in the peaks, snow everywhere and black rock where it isn't. Ruins dot the peaks as well, not of roman construction and older then the battle that made the valley that the fort resided in. On a far off peak you catch a gleam. Ore! Its about a day's march out though.

>>2127803
1. Following the lead of Lucenia, you practice with your fellow riders, and after a morning's drill session you feel more in-tuned with your squadron.

>Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls cooperating with fellow griffin Riders

2/3. In the empire the rich often have shows of exotic beasts; not much unlike the griffin you ride, trained to perform complex tricks and dazzle spectators. You are faintly aware of how these beasts are trained and do your best to encourage Zhayed to do the same during battle. He begins to grasp what you want him to do, though some more training would be necessary.

>Dramatic Posturing 4/5

>>2127812
1/2/3. You reach out at the black matter, and see your hand pass straight through it. You try with objects around your room, and the same thing happens every time. You try for hours and nothing happens, until a thought crosses your mind. You raise your hand, the green magic of death and the depths reaches out from your finger and the black ichor moves, twitches even. You keep focusing, and soon enough a multitude of red eyes are forming on the mass, all of the masses around the room, and staring right at you. A turbid chorus of voices resounds in your head, separate in sound but one in purpose.

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>>2133035
Y̡̮͓̮̼o̤u̙͎̜ ͇́h͔͉̼̪̥av̱̰̮̙e̮̩ ͉̥͔̣͘s̢͎̦͈͓̜̭̗t͉͖̭̀e̹̝̫̭͞p͇͢p̤͉͡eḑ͕̺̗̯̦̫͎ ͍̜i͚͚̞̫̙̦͢n̝̩͙͕̦͍͚t̯̗̳͢o̸̗̠̳̪͙ ̞̩͍̦ţ̩̺hè͙̦̟̗ ̠͚̯̬͖͝ab̥̮̥̩͇y̙s̩̗̰̗̜͇s̭͎͚̘ ̣̺̯a̸̬͈̯̬̰n̷̝̩d̻̬͇͜ ̣͕̱͉̭r͖͇̳͚̘͕e̩̼̹̙̮t̘̱u̡͙̼̙̺͔͎ṟ̝͕̺̠̹́ͅn̪̣͜e͚̮͔͖̪͔̻͠d̹͘ ̘̰̙̬m̺̘̺̻a͚͖̹̦͓͎̻͘r̫͕͓k̟̩͙̙͎ͅe͎̗̦͝d̟̖͚!̥̫̥̝ͅ
̹̤̥͙T̠h̘͓͚̥͖͔̦͞a̛t͙͢ͅ ̘͍̪͓͘w̪͙̞̟͖̜͠h̳̤̙̯̖i͈͙̠̪͠c̦h̶͕͕̬ ̤͍͓̜y̶̫͕ou̺̪̻͖͍̗ ̸̮͙͚̥k̪̖͎̼͘e̡̝e͘p̦͎͝ ̛̖̟̹̩̙c̟̞̗̠̠̗h̹̳̠̤̖̤ͅa̶̫̳í̳̙̫̘̦͍n͍͞e̸̝̗͔̠̼d̵ ̟̠̼h̬͎̬a̘̺̥̺s̻̦̣̼̖ ͖̘͉̗̦ͅb̰̭͙̗̯̱ę̱̮c̹̱͔̣ͅo̷̩m̬̗͔͇̣̹e̳̪͇̤͇͔̹ ̱̦̹̙͙̭̳f͍̠re̜̼̭̥͉e̫̭̥͚̝̬̦͢!̰̬̤̩̀ ̷̝͈͙̦̟
̤̦͍̠͍̩T̨͍̯̼ͅh̯͉͙̩̠͟e̞̣̮̗̕ ͔̩͔̰͚̞͞S̬̦e̤̤̠̖͚a͎̻͇ ̖͕̕c̪à̖͎̺̼͉̗l͈͜l̟͈̰͞s̷̬ ̞͉̦̞a͖n͙̙d͔͖̪̝̪̰ ̖̜ṯ̣̕h̠̯̮̥͢e ͍̫w̯a̯̗ṿ̭e̯̦̯̮͍s̥͉̫̯ ̧̞͉̱w̟͇͉̹i̦̠̮l̥̻̯̪l̦̠̪̻͉ ͘s̛w͜a͇̖ļ͎͉͉͖̣̥̤ḻ͔̙̺̩̙͠o̸͇̺̱̳w̺͇̬̤ ̺y̻͙̣̥͍̦̫ou̱̭̙,̸͖̝̯ ̷̜d͕̮̳a̵̹̖mn̴̬̫e̢͚̥̩̭̪̠d̘̫̫ ̟̼͎͓̪̰̤c̗͡h̥̯͇̞͈i̦̤͟l̞̪̘̘̺ͅd̤͓͖̼̰̳̯͝ ̹͖̬̠̫ͅo̯̰͍̻f̠̀ ̡̻̬͕͉͎ͅt̩͠h̦͎̣̘̩͍ͅe̝̥̟ ͇c̢̣͓or̨̰͉̣͓p̟̮̳͙͙u̙̠̠l͙̟̰͚̖̫͍͟e̮n̻̺̟͖t̛̳̯̝͖͕̮ ̨̺̭̜͖̯ͅe̜͙̱̦̱͙͔͠a̘̟̞̯͜ͅg̡̠̥̪̹l̮̘̹̻͍̱e̜̭̫ͅ!̛̯̤ ͉̯̗̘̜̤
͚̟̜͔̻̤W͚̱̤̦̥̪e͖̠̬̞ w̘̰̹i̠͖̞̤͈͎̘͢l̘̭̫̙͕l̝̟͉ ͈g̫r̝͖ͅa̼̤̞̦͔n̵͙͚͖t̟͔̼ ̤̩̤̯y̸̬̹̰͕͔o̷ṵ̶̗̠ ̬̣̯͎̜t̵̗͕͔̦͕͉h̼̯̙͚͡i̵s̻͈̬̯͝ ̼̬̭̠ͅon̵̺e̶̮̹̦ ̯̱̰̳̦b̺͕͍ọ̯̹o̵̜ǹ ̟̙o̘u͇̭̞̹̠ͅt͚͓͇ ͔̙̠͚͙o̹̮̜̟̪͍̻f̥̱̣̭̥ ̟̺̖̫p͇͇̕i̵̜̯ͅt̺y̜̫̻͖͘,͉̞̩̮̱̮ ̠͙̦́a͉̻͢s̯̥͇͈͈͖k̷͈̩̪ ̡of͇ ͚u̹̺s ̝̞͎o̘̻̻̝͚̗n̰͖̥͕͓̮̭e̖̜̙̘̟͞ qu̵̝e̴̗͓̮̰͖s͎̘̹̗̖t̴̼͈ͅi̴̱͔͔̦̫o͝n̪ ̩͙̯̘̗̼̮a̭̞n͇d̯̠̼ ͉̤̬̗̩͈y̘̘ͅo̞͖̼u̥̫͚͖̮̳͠ͅ ̯̬̟̜w̦̩̮̮̫̖i̸͕̟͇͔̻ll͓ ̯̜̻̼͈̮r͖͓̳̘̤͔̱e̹̫c͔͙̩̥ͅe͈͔͚͔͚͟ͅi̭ͅv̷͚̘̖e͓̭͝ ̳̱a͉͖̱̣̬͢n̗͇͔ ̴̻a̙͜n̫͔͉̳s̟̪̹̟ͅͅw̙e̶̯̼͚͕̯͚̦r̼̠̙,̯̗̹̹͝ ̬̝e̗̝̼̤ͅve̝͔ͅr̘̜̥̭͙̯ͅy͍͎̣̻̥ ̱̥̬̤a̟n̯͕̞͙̪̥s͠w͕͔̠̙̳͕e̦̖̟̙͟r! ̨̹̞̮

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>>2127875
1/2. You leave the standard at the rear fort, and feel the eyes of the snakes on you as you walk away, judging you. Returning to the frontal fort you see many a man pass you on the way back. Some wounded soldiers, some soldiers covered in welts from a centurion's whip, and a group of very angry looking barbarians. Finding the mage-smith you join him in the journey to the mountains surrounding the fortress. The chilling winds freeze your eyepatch to your face.

3. Vaughan finds it difficult to find arrows that aren't already embedded in the ground, or in corpses, so that the poison shall be fresh enough to use. He is in luck however, and finds a small quiver of them on the corpse of a goblin that had frozen to death in the mountain passes.

+ 8 Goblin poison arrows

>>2127930
1/2. Batiatus pours some of his drinking water onto the stable floor below, directly onto a pile of horse dung. Suddenly the piece of dung flies into his face, into his mouth, and down his throat. He chokes on the patty for several minutes, before Apollo, concerned for his health, breaks out of his pin and kicks him in the chest. dislodging the turd and sending him reeling into the side of the stable wall, and then through it. Perhaps a proper sacrifice would be in order to appease Neptune.

>Health: 8/10

+ [Neptune's Anger] - - 10 to all rolls involving horses until you make a proper sacrifice to the god of the Sea and horses.

3. Your chest hurts throughout the training session, and Apollo almost bucks your off as you try to dismount him after a day drilling. Still, despite your delays and mishaps some progress is made.

>Advanced Training 7/10

>>2128186
1. You try to bond with your bird, but it is aloof as ever and spurns most of your advances. It is only a piece of meat offered to the bird, your daily ration of it to be exact, that the creature begrudgingly accepts, before turning again and going to sleep.

>Bonded Griffin 1/10

2/3. You return to the fields, aiding the farmers again. Its time to milk the cows and make goat cheese, you do both for the last part of the day, recieiving a portion of cheese for your troubles.

+ [Cheese Wheel] - The size of a apple, but sweet and fresh.

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>>2128278
1. You turn in the loot to the quartermaster, who in return gives you a cask of wine and some choice meat. The resulting feast for you and your men raises their spirits greatly, and some even like you more then your position requires them too.

Loyalty: 4/10

2. Unfortunately your letter never made it to the rear fort, and you have no idea why. No new men are forthcoming this day.

3. It would also seem that some of the figs one of your men brought to the feast were not as good as he claimed them to be, as you and your men are confined to the latrine for the night with the runs.

>>2128295
1. You seem to only be missing the standard bearer and a few men, the missing men being in the infirmary for mostly minor injuries. No one has seen the standard bearer though...

2. Training continues, the weather is nice and the men enjoy it, and you yourself even find yourself smiling.

+ Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls commanding your 50 legionaries

3. The Goblin chief's head, or the pieces of it left after one of the griffins got at it, is now in your possession and planted on the end of a spike directly above the gatehouse.

>>2128368
1/2/3. The woods surround you, the birds chirp and grass comes up to your knees. You walk for what feels like days before the hunger finally gnaws at you. You didn't bring any food or water, and your two days away from the fort now. The drums still beat in the distance, but you also hear the bubbling of a nearby brook as well. And laughing, giggling even.

Rolled 26, 80, 7 = 113 (3d100)

Name: Virgil Pyrrhenius Laurentinus
Fluff: A hardened fighter leading the charge and surviving through many a battle, Virgil has earned his way to the rank of centurion through a combination of luck, skill and smarts. He was from a noble family, raised to be a philosophers in the great academies of old, until the horrors of war struck and changed him. He still has much of the knowledge taught in the war colleges, and has an intimate knowledge of tactics and strategies that have turned the tide of past battles and will likely do so in the future. He is a strong leader of men as well, whipping his troops into a righteous fury to turn the tide of battle.
Class: Centurion
Location: Front Fort
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Health: 7/10 (+1/turn)
Gear: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Locket] - In this brass clasp is the last of what remains of your family, your wife and son, lost to the fires of war. Taken from you while you were on campaign in a foreign land. Those animals, from beyond the pass you currently find yourself in, they took her, and they did things to her, they made your son watch before slaughtering him as well. They will pay, every last on of their rotten kind will pay so long as Virgil watches over this world. Fighting against barbarians drives you into a unstoppable rage, giving you a passive + 10 to attack rolls and -10 to rolls against you, however any damage you do take is doubled.
Bonus: [The Voice of a Empire] - You chastise your men with the rage of Eurdan (Roma to citizens) itself, and the men are filled with the values she represents. Duty, Honor, Glory. + 15 to all soldiers and PCs within earshot, can be used once per combat encounter.
Other stuff:
-Basic Training - +5 to all rolls commanding your 50 legionaries
In progress:
-Basic Gladius Skills (4/5)

1-2. Now the issue become what to do about the fucking standard....find the standard bearer, he shall be brought in front of a military tribunal and, if found guilty of all the shit I've been hearing about him, will be drawn and quartered, his head mounted right next to that fucking goblin.
3. I'll help oversee repairs on the front fort as well, this fort will surely fall if we don't keep it in decent shape.

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>>2129571
1. Back into the mountains, back into the cold. It stings, as do your wounds. You trip and slam your ribs into a rock, the ribs hit screaming at you for subjecting them to further harm.

>Health: 6/10

2/3. Snow, rocks, more snow, more rocks. Man this is boring, maybe you should have just stayed at the fort and rested. AS you ponder the banality of your duty you do manage to spot a small glimmering item in snow on a nearby hill. Interesting...

>>2129882
1/2. You spend the first half of the day in the drill square with your spatha and a wooden post. After a good thrashing you switch it out for a heavier wooden spatha and spar with a legionnaire. The fight is much closer then the fight with the post though you do manage to edge the man out.

>Basic Melee 4/10

3. It would seem that everyone is much more interesting in finding a missing man then fixing the wall, but you do help those who are working. Work is slow but you still manage to fix at least one section of the wall before the sun sets.

>>2130292
1/2/3. Sleep takes you, the feeling of your hammock and fur blanket embracing you is almost as tender as the touch of women after the beating you've taken. You sleep for most of the day, and you enjoy it.

>Health: 9/10

>>2131147
1. You ask around the rear fort asking if anyone has seen the likes of the standard bearer who stabbed your friend, and none have seen the man since he ran off towards the rear fort at the end of the battle.

2. It would seem that no one in the expedition fits the bill either, though you do notice a man with a peculiar haircut and smelling faintly of horse semen and pig fat, but then just when you're about to approach the man you are interrupted by another man with similar looks and scents, asking you if you know anything about the high elves of the forest. By the time you send the man off, noting his hair and eye patch, the expedition has left

3. Ending the day you walk to the rear fort and search there, but alas the man is nowhere to be seen there either.

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Day 8, Week 2

Fort life returns to normal for the most part, men resume their training, work continues on the restoration of the fort, and patrols are sent out into the mountain passes. A certain man of some infamy has captivated the common soldiery and camp followers however, apparently having swindled some of the commanders of the frontal fort out of something (some say gold, some say he bedded Vincentius's slave-boy) and they are tearing the valley apart looking for him. It keeps things lively at least.

Status of the Frontal Fortress:
>Supplies:
3 Weeks of Food
6 Weeks of Water
3/4 Ton of Wood
1/4 Ton of Stone and mortar
Feed for Horses

>Garrison
522 Legionaries
11 Centurions
13 Acolytes
218 Auxiliaries
100 Equites
174 Camp followers and Laborers

>Fortifications
Towers 1-6 Health: 10/10
Wall Health: 46/50
6 Onagers
12 Ballista
1 Scorpion
185 Onager Rounds
485 Ballista Bolts
30 Scorpion Bolts
1/16 Ton of Pitch

Rear Fortress:
1 Year of Food
Water from Well: Untainted
2 Tons of Wood
1 & 1/2 Tons of Stone and mortar

>Garrison:
4400 Legionaries
82 Centurions
45 Acolytes
800 Camp Followers
2250 Auxiliaries
400 Equites
15 Griffin Knights

>Fortifications
Outer wall: 48/50
Inner wall: 50/50
Towers 1-8: 9/10

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Rolled 54, 59, 47 = 160 (3d100)

>>2133005
Name: Vincentus Lucius Dedicatus
Fluff: A veteran of numerous campaigns, Vincentus has been hailed as both a stalwart servant of the Empire and a greedy gorehound. Notorious for prying gold and riches from the corpses of men he slays, Vincentus leads his men with an iron fist and an unshakable zeal, thirsty for greater glory and gold. He yet remains unmarried, and it's an open secret that he's quite fond of slave men, for if he got himself a wife he'd have to share his riches. He eagerly awaits his retirement, whereupon he has plans to retire in the capital and live as a decadent patrician for the rest of his days... if he survives the siege, that is.
Class: Centurion
Location: Front Fort

Health: 10/10
Gear: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Sack of Gold And Gemstones]
+ [Sack of Gold] - Even out here, men can be persuaded to do unthinkable things for the right price. 1 time use.
Bonus: [War-Dog] - Vincentus has seen more battles then years he has lived, he's slain more men on the field of battle then he has in the tents at camps. For men like him, war isn't a chore, but a way of life. + 10 to all combat rolls (personal).

Vincentus had no initial reaction to someone finding the standard bearer's corpse. No, for the first few moments he had stared at nothing, impassive. Then, a look of fury entered his eyes, and the grizzled veteran clutched his gladius.

"Someone has KILLED our standard bearer, with his, OUR own standard. Someone much more capable than any -goblin-. One of our own."

Vincentus raised one trembling finger, rattling his gladius in its sheath. "There will be -hell- to pay. For -someone-."

1. First, Vincentus demands that the standard be refurbished to the best of the century's ability. If they truly MUST, the soldiers are given small portions of Vincentus' stack of gold, to bribe for favors and acquire the necessary bits.

2/3. THEN, once the standard has been repaired to at least acceptable standing, this matter is brought up to our higher officers at the Rear Fort. Our standard bearer was slain by human hands: there is a turncoat among us, and, what's more, someone has also murdered an auxilliary's men. The Century needs replacements for its casualties... and the matter of this murder needs investigating.

Ok i'm curious, is there still room for new players?

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Rolled 62, 44, 72 = 178 (3d100)

>>2133142
Name: Agrobrigos Nantu Gallaeci
Fluff: Son of a Gallaeci Chief, ever since the Romans conquered our lands there has been relative peace in the region. Several revolts but relatively peaceful. The Romans let us conduct our affairs with little interruption, but they do when things don't go as they please, such as when certain clans attack other clans in their pocket. We were a powerful tribe before, but the wars took much of our power and playing by the rules have been hard. Agrobrigos partook in a raid deep into Roman territory with the Cantabrii and Asturii but, the raid failed and they were captured. His Clan's status allowed him to simply be taken as a hostage and he learned some of the Roman ways. After a few years, he realized that if he served in the army, he could gain land and send it home. This would give how clan the power it needed to become a dominant power, and possibly, free.
Class: Equites
Location: Front

Health: 8/10 +1 per turn until healed unless otherwise injured in that time period
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
[Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
[Parma equestris] - 5 to all attacks against you
[Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
[British Longbow and quiver]
[Horse] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory: [Clan Fetish] - A gift from your father, bearing the sigil of the clan and enchanted by the clan shaman. The Old Gods blessing's are with so long as it is close to your chest. + 5 to combat actions and 1 (read 1) saving roll for death per enemy champion you kill, you start with one.
[Troll Cock Stew and Tendies Recipe] - Requires 1 set of troll genitals, restores 2 health per serving.
Skill: [Basic Cavalry Training]: + 5 to all actions involving your unit of Equites.
Bonus: [Never Conquered] - Your people are proud and stubborn, which is why the Romans have had such difficulty subduing them. This wildness translates will into combat, wherein you can enter a trance during combat for 2 rounds, during which you do double damage to a single enemy target.
>15 to the initial charge of your Equite unit in the next combat encounter

1-2; Continue with my training! I must get stronger, quickly! 4/10
3; Help around the wall with any duties that are needed

Rolled 78, 72, 93 = 243 (3d100)

>>2133149
Name:
Mark Lucenia Cicero
Fluff:
Mark was born to a humble family of farmers, they had been that way for many generations and did not have much hope of rising above that. At least that was until Mark. As a boy Mark was very capable and it led his parents to believe that he could go on to do great things. The hopes of his parents spurred him on and gave Mark the determination that he needed to reach for his goals. As soon as he could he joined the Empires forces as a soldier, and a promising one at that. He was young, fit and intuitive. Over his years of service he grew into a formidable soldier and a well respected man, Mark was able to rise through the ranks by developing his skills, body and mind through experience and rigurous training. Eventually rising to the ranks of an Equite he now lives to carry out his families wish.
Class:
Equite
Location:
Rear Fort
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Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Griffin] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory:
+ [Bronze Beet] - From humble roots do the mightiest trees grow, no one knows this better then a farmer. Will give you a reroll on fear checks, and remind you why you're here.
Bonus: [Family Man] - Strong bonds at home, and the military is naught but a second home. The men of the legion are more likely to help you, for look at you not like a comrade, but a brother. + 15 to npc related rolls and +5 to all roles related to working with Legions.
>Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls cooperating with fellow griffin Riders
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1: Continue in my efforts to bond with my Griffin. Maybe try a few different names to see which one it responds to.

2: Take my cheese wheel go the hospital (or wherever wounded people would be kept in Rome.) And split it among the men as much as possible. Bring along some extra food just in case.

3: Train with my Spatha skills, my sword shall be needed soon enough.

Rolled 85, 39, 53 = 177 (3d100)

Name: Caelum Alerius Airya

Fluff: Born a second son, Caelum was groomed for war while his older brother was raised to inherit his father's estate. To ensure his son's status and glory he had acquired a griffon's egg and had it bond with Caelum when hatched. Living near Lavius’ Spite, it was a natural starting point to which Caelum could begin his career, while also being near his family. Originally assigned to one of the generals that left, Caelum assigned himself to Braxios' legion as he refused to abandon his family while the fort grew increasingly undefended. While his father was unappreciative of this sacrifice as he felt it was a waste of his investment, Caelum knew that it was only a matter of time before the barbarian came crashing at the gates.

Class: Equites

Location: Rear fort, Griffon Knight barracks
Health: 10/10
Gear:
+ [Sash] +5 to resolve to resolve tests to npcs near you
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Zhayed] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely eat unruly legionaries.

Inventory:
+ [Airya Pendant] - A sign of your family, respected in the Inner Provinces. You keep it however as remind of what you're defending, and why you're doing it. Honor, duty, such is the way of the Airya. + 10 To resolve test/fear rolls.
+ [Crown of the Preserver] - Awarded to those who have shielded and saved any of the citizens or allies. + 5 To NPC conversation and interaction rolls.
+ [Tranquility] - You have learned to become totally calm under fire, and it shows. - 5 to enemy attacks when mounted on Zhayed.
+[Basic Training] - + 5 to all rolls cooperating with fellow griffin Riders

Bonus: [Bonded Griffin] - While some would say that the Griffin is an unruly beast to smart for its own good, and unfit to be used as a beast of war, you would say otherwise, for your griffin Zhayed is more like a brother then a mount, and will defend you till its dying breath.

1. Dramatic Posturing 4/5

2. Basic Melee Training
"While the bond between me and Zhayed is unbreakable, I have been neglecting my own skills in favor of utilizing Zhayed's natural abilities. It is time to show that I can hold my own in melee even without my noble steed. Seeing Lucenia also practicing perhaps a duel would suffice."

3. Advanced Training

Rolled 42, 56, 3 = 101 (3d100)

Health: 10/10
Gear: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
+ [Spells] - [Blessing of Vulcan] - The craft God shines upon you and all that you touch, engines of war work better and mundane instruments as well. 2 turn cooldown.
[Hammer of Vulcan] - The wrath of the God of Crafts strikes down upon the enemy. 3 Turn cooldown.
Inventory:
+ [Empire Machine manual] - A book (how futuristic) containing all the known knowledge of Imperial machines, allows you to repair and build any of them, given the time and resources.
Bonus: [Learned Man] - Octavius has attended the finest schools of war that Empire has to offer, and has been in a few sieges as well, behind the front lines of course. Still, he knows his way around a war machine. + 10 to all repair/building rolls.
+ 30 Scorpion Bolts
Inspired: + 10 to next design roll

1-3. Somewhat irritated that it was a days away from the camp (which would reduce the effectiveness of mining) Leo has to consider himself lucky to having found ore in the first place.

With those who have joined him, and recognizing these mountains could be just as treacherous as the forest, he ventures on, carefully watching his surroundings. Preferably, they'd take the high ground.

>>2133235
yes

>>2133387
Alright.
By the way your discord link is expired.

>>2133005
>Name: Antorius Damocles
>Fluff: The son of a Legion Smith and a Seamstress, his talent at magic was discovered early on in his apprenticeship under his father. Between his experience as a smith and his magical skill, he was more or less fast tracked into the crafting of magical items. This turned out to be...a bad idea. He has an almost savant-like talent at making things explode. Very, very well. The Artificer's Hall of his Academy was rebuilt more than once during his tenure there. Instead of being viewed as a loss, however, this natural skill at spontaneous destruction was honed, refined, and given entirely new scope. Now on the front line, The hardly-a-man Antorius has dozens of notes and concepts ready to be tested on the endless hordes of Goblins.
>Class: Acolyte
>Location: Front Fort
>-- Do not fill in –
Health: 10/10
Class: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
Gear:
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls

+ [Spells] - [Minor Explosion] - Using your mind you can force small items apart into many fragments, at medium speeds. 2 turn cooldown.
[Minor Destruction Enchantment] - You can, by carving a small sigil into an object, bind your minor destruction spell into it for a period of 3 turns, and upon coming into forceful contact with another object, will suffer the same effects as a cast of your minor destruction spell. 3 turn cooldown.
[Controlled Minor Destruction] - Your fragmentation spell can now be controlled at your whim.

Inventory:
+ [Smith's Hammer] - A hammer from your father, worn from use but possessing a special talent for smithing. + 10 to smithing rolls
Bonus: [Explosivo] - You possess and uncanny ability to destroy with your spells, and are adept at finding new ways to destroy with new spells. + 5 to casting rolls for telekinetic destruction spells, + 5 to research into new kinetic destruction spells.

1/2. That furnace needs to be built so I can start making some goddamn bolts from this shitty...I suppose it's technically metal.

3. This enchantment alteration is...okay...but I need something better. Something that can be produced en-masse, even if it's ingrained in the forging process. I need a supply of exploding bolts that can last throughout a wave of a siege. Longer, if the siege goes on long enough.

Rolled 83, 89, 59 = 231 (3d100)

>>2133411

>>2133401
https://discord.gg/j7AmYn

Rolled 14, 29, 92 = 135 (3d100)

>>2133035
>>2133039
Name: Servius Silius
Fluff: Servius was a born slave, made to serve a foul cultist group, for years he was belittled, insulted and generally humiliated, he stole one of their tomes and learnt what little he could, he managed to learn some minor spells and made his plans, eventually he killed his master and escaped, now his masters corpse serves as a bodyguard, covered in full body armour so no one can figure out what lies beneath.
Class: Location: Front
Health: 10/10
Gear: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
[Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. 15 to casting rolls.
[Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
[Spells] – [Minor Raise Dead] - Small animals and children can be raised by your spell, along with smaller creatures. 2 turn cooldown.
[Minor Dread] - You instil fear into the minds of your foes, weaker willed ones, - 5 to all their rolls for the next turn. 1 turn cooldown.
[Drums of Doom] - Passive - 5 to enemy resolve tests near you, or you can focus it and apply a -15 buff to a single enemy, 1 turn cooldown for the latter.
>Followers:

Inventory:
Bonus: [Dark Child] - Your life of pain and experiences have taught you much of death, and you did more then just plot your escape all those years, you listened as well, and you learned. + 5 to dark arts casting.

Free action: What's the least deadly and fastest route to improve my powers a hundredfold?
Action 1-3: Using the knowledge they've given me, improve my powers
Raise Dead: 8/10

Rolled 22, 13, 100 = 135 (3d100)

>>2133149
Name: Manuel of Cappadocia
Fluff: Firstborn son of the late King of Cappadocia, Maurice II. Robbed of his birthright by his younger brother Sarkis, he launched an ultimately failed rebellion, and afterwards, he was sent to the backwaters of the Empire as a military slave. Distinguishing himself through exceptional leadership and physical prowess, he climbed the ranks to become a general, yet was met with misfortune when he was caught trying to raise an army to take back his throne. Demoted and sent to the fortress, Manuel has been disgraced, but certainly not defeated. He aims to begin climbing the ranks again after proving himself in the siege.
Class: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Location: Front
Health: 10/10
Gear: Class: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Ring of Cappadocia] - Your father's last gift to you, on his deathbed when he granted you his kingdom, before your brother stole it from you and doomed your lands to war. The ring is an ancient artifact, and in times of great peril will protect its wearer. When below half health defensive bonuses are doubled, and the ring will save you from death one time in return for its destruction.
Bonus: [Blue Blood] - Some men are just born to lead, some say its the will of the Gods, other say its just luck, either way you have a natural talent for it. + 10 to command actions.
>Basic Training: 3/5
>Basic Tactics: 4/5
>Loyalty: 4/10
>One small favor
> + Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls commanding your 50 legionaries
1. Try again to do tactical and physical exercises with my men so we are prepared for future combat
2. Recruit men from the rear to refill my ranks, try to find injured men of mine in the infirmary so they can rejoin
3. Go out into the woods with three of my best men and try to find some trouble

Rolled 59, 89, 7 = 155 (3d100)

>>2133149
Health: 6/10
Gear: Magnus – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt. Magnus's prefer to specialize in sword and spell.
+ [Spells]
[Minor Lighting Bolt] - The wrath of Juptier fills your hands as you summon forth a mighty bolt of lighting and hurl it at your foes, alternatively it can also be cast into the ground directly beneath your feet, but doing this will hurt both friend and foe in its area of effect. 1/3 Turn Cooldown.
+ 7/10 [Lighting Bolt]
+ 1/10 [Summon Storm]
+ Minor Lighting Enchantment: 4/5

+ [Basic Training] + 5 to Rolls when cooperating with legionary forces.
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Parma Vexillifris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ Gladius Enchantment: Lighting - + 10 to large enemies. Last for one combat encounter
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
Inventory:
+ [Dog Collar] - All that was left of your furry friend, will summon forth said dog in a time of great peril, for a price.
Bonus: [Shaggy Eyes] - You feel a presence guiding you, watching you, you know not its will , but it seems to be helping you. + 10 to casting rolls.

-Actions-
1) Train swordfighting
2) Train lightning enchantment
3) Join the scouting of the mountain passes.

Rolled 97, 4, 55 = 156 (3d100)

>>2133149
Name: Batiatus Laetus
Fluff: A young warrior from a rich family, Batiatus feels more at home atop his noble steed Apollo than on the ground.
Class: Equite
Location: Front Fort
---
Health: 8/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Hasta] - + 10 to charging attacks from horseback, no bonus on foot (excluding calvary, which is + 10)
+ [Horse] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory:
+ [Saddle] - A gift to you from your father, who acquired it from a man trading goods from across the sea, where the slant-eyed men have lands almost as wonderous as the Empire itself. + 10 to actions on a horse.
Bonus: [Confident] - Batiatus has the vigor and arrogance of youth, but such things can replace skill in times of need. +5 to resolve/fear tests, + 10 to combat rolls when outnumbered.
>Advanced Training 7/10
>Bonded Mount: 7/10
----

1. Awakening the day after his disastrous prayer, Batiatus feels quite strange - his chest still hurts, and he somehow feels less confident than he normally would about his prospects in battle. Blaming it on the kick to the sternum he took, Batiatus heads to the medical tents.

>Seek healing

2/3. Heading back towards the stables, something occurs to the young Equite - maybe Neptune was just pissed at him, and made him eat shit, because he offered a shitty sacrifice. Batiatus thinks for a while, and unable to figure out a way he can find a bull that isn't vital to the war effort, he climbs to the top of the wall and swears an oath to the gods.

"Lord Neptune!" He cries into the tossing wind, aware that the beasts loitering in the forests can probably hear him. "Forgive me, and I will grant you the flesh of ten thousand barbarians! Their blood will flow like the tides, and a red sea will blossom before the Spite, a mark of your glory forever!"

>Ask this man Poseidon to forgive and forget, hope I don't have to go pillage someone's farm for a bull

Rolled 65, 42, 13 = 120 (3d100)

>>2133088
Name: Vaughan Strycker
Fluff: Originally a lowly chicken thief after being caught Vaughan volunteered for the legions in lieu of corporal punishment. Known for surviving like a cockroach from basically any engagement and never having enough proof to name him a coward (there's always someones blood on his sword at the end of day) Vaughan has ascended to the rank of Standard Bearer in hopes that his uncanny survival ability will save him or he'll be revealed as a career deserter and face military tribunal.
Class: Standard Bearer
Location: Front fort
Health: 9/10
+ [Bandages] + 1 per turn until fully healed unless damaged in that time

Gear: Standard Bearer – Inspires the men, lightly equipped and often a target because of the giant flag they carry, but the presence of their flag can turn the tide of battle.
Inventory:
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Pugio] – + 2 to melee rolls
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Serpent Standard] - + 10 to all pc actions around you
+ [Hair Gel recipe] - 1 part water, 2 parts pigs fat, and 3 parts horse semen. Last 5 turns and gives a - 15 to perception checks against you . (3 remaining)
+ [Eyepatch] - Taken from a sleeping bum, - 5 to perception checks against you, - 5 to combat rolls on account of the fact that you can't see out of it.
+ [Tight Caligae] - Specially laced so as to not come loose when running. Specially made by Vaughan's mother, bless her sole. + 15 to retreating actions.
+ 8 Goblin poison arrows

Bonus: [Uncanny Luck] - For some reason Vaughan always finds himself in the thick of combat, but never walks away with a scratch. Can dodge 1 killing blow per combat encounter.

1,2. Claiming prowess as a scout Vaughan (calling himself Rolf) travels ahead of the party looking for anything shiny that he can claim for himself or in the case of non-loot items show them to the exploring group

3. Vaughan also sees about trying to get a cloak from a member of the party to protect himself from the cold with a promise of returning it when he returns.

Rolled 79, 87, 79 = 245 (3d100)

>>2133118
Name: Gaius Namedsoonicus
Fluff:
Nobody is really aware of where Gaius came from. Quite frankly nobody around Braxios' Fighting 15th has seen the man before and nobody can recall fighting alongside him during the siege. However after the first wave he just kind of showed up ready to fight. Overall Gaius is an uninteresting character with conforming opinions and attitudes. Its unlikely that anyone would notice his death.
Location: Front Fort

Health: 10/10
Class: Legionnaire
Gear:
+ 2 [Pila] + 5 to ranged attacks, 1 use unless recovered and repaired
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
Inventory:
+ [Cloak] - Just a normal cloak, but for some reason you become even more unnoticeable when you put it on. + 10 to sneaking actions.
Bonus: [Unseen] - Enemies will not attack you unless you directly attack them, furthermore, people will not notice you unless you speak up or do something to make yourself known.

1-3. The Sound of Witches for certain. Perhaps he could listen and learn of their secrets and more importantly, get something to eat and drink, otherwise he would have to go hunt himself.

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>>2133230
1. Work begins on a new standard, one to resemble your old one but have that new empire chic that the senators are always riving about these days. Though beatings inspire the men quite well, they cannot get all the materials they need for a new standard by force of will alone. You relent and dispense several gemstones and a dozen gold coins, as these riches are better spent saving your back from the general's lash then given to him when he strips you of your command for losing your standard. The shaft is carved and polished, and a new flag, red as blood with the symbol of the legion emblazoned on it, hung from the crossbar. All that remains is the finial, the symbol of your century. As your standard was given to you and not custom made, and the legion was ramshackle enough not to to reliably know what the brass ornament was, you have the free range to make this as you wish. You'll need a proper smith to make it though.

>New Standard: 4/5
>[Sack of Gold And Gemstones] --> [Small Sack of Gold and Gemstones]

2/3. Your requisitions for men from the rear fort are obtained and accepted, and your matter brought before the Praefectus castrorum, who it would seem had heard of your debacle, before directing you towards a standard in his room, your old standard, though the emblem it once had atop its shaft was replaced by a snake devouring itself.

The man, a older man by the name of Canus Icilius, raises his hand to silence you before you speak...

"We found it just outside the walls, a man, a standard bearer, was reported as dropping it before running into the hills. In light of the fact that this was stolen from you in battle, and its bearer died defending it, you will not be punished for losing it. Don't think that we haven't seen you making a new one as well. You'll allowed to finish your new standard, as the general, the Tribune, and myself expect to be dealing with a new century from this point on. You have our consent to hunt down the traitor that did this however, as there is no telling what he may do next."

With that you are dismissed to your post.

>>2133286
1/2. Again you rise early and step into the training yard, and though your muscles ached from the long day prior you once again raise your spatha and set to it. A full two-thirds of the day you work, from morning to afternoon, and you further improve your skills

Basic Melee: 8/10

3. The evening is spent on the wall, further aiding the slowed repair efforts. Its almost as if you and few others are concerned on fixing the damn thing in time for the next attack, which can't be that far away not that you think about it.

Rolled 29, 67, 22 = 118 (3d100)

>>2133142
Name: Boar
Fluff: A "citizen soldier" of brutish looks and seemingly dull intelligence. However those who spend time around him often complain of his strangely watchful eyes which seem to always be drinking in all information around him. Commended in the past for sounding a horn in the night to warn of an ambush by barbarian forces. Boar continues his watch a loyal soldier even against all odds.
Class: Legionnaire
Location: Front
Health: 7/10
Gear: Legionnaire – A basic foot soldier, rank and file.
+ 2 [Pila] + 5 to ranged attacks, 1 use unless recovered and repaired
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
Inventory:
+ [Spyglass] - A trinket from the far west, a set of various size glasses that allow you to see far off things with clear vision.
+[Poisoned Arrowhead]
Bonus: [A Warning] - Almost like a 6th sense, you are somehow keenly aware of danger before it occurs.
----
1-3. Search for that strange glint and the area around it.

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>>2133138
1/2. The last any man remembers seeing of the standard bearer was when the ballista bolt from a goblin war engine smashed into the wall and destroyed his standard, then the troll came and threw him into a nearby tower. After that no man can recall what happened to the man from the fighting. A few centuries down from yours however was Vincentus's century, who apparently had their standard bearer murdered and their standard stolen. It would seem that something is afoot here, and your most likely source of answers is your fellow commander...

3. You are too busy piecing together the puzzles of what happened to your standard and its bearer to oversee anything, and in the meantime it would seem that a nearby section of wall that was to be repaired has instead crumbled even more.

> -1 health to the wall
>>2133330
1. You throw strips of meat at your bird while speaking names to it, it screeches each time before you get one that it seems to like. "Pingue" it coos as it tears into the latest morsel tossed its way.

2. You bring your pomegranates and cheese and bring it to the infirmary, splitting it amongst the wounded men there. Several appreciate the effort, and one man presses a small coin into your hand. "If ever their comes a time where you are in great need, simply press this coin into your flesh and you will be saved."

3. You join several others in drilling in the courtyard of the rear fort, practicing till late in the evening with your longsword. It heft soon becomes familiar in your hands, and you feel yourself becoming quite adept in its use.

>Basic Melee: 5/10

>>2133337
1. You coach your bird, by now the two of you almost speaking without words. A raised finger, a tucked wing, a slouched shoulder, a tightening of Zhayed's rear legs. A downward turn of the nose and... Perfect!

+ [Dramatic Posturing] - Can expend an action in combat to flaunt your stuff and grant a +10 to all who witness Zhayed's splendor that turn.

2. It would indeed seem that Lucenia has been practicing much more then you have at the art of the blade, as he soundly trounces you without even breaking a sweat. In fact, he doesn't even appear to be aware that you two have dueled, instead moving onto the next opponent without breaking stride. You note his form, his concentration, and work later to apply it to yourself.

>Basic Melee: 2/10

3. One could never train enough, for war and battle always was ready to surprise the man who thought he had come prepared, and that man was often the one that ended up dead. AS such you train with the griffin riders who are available to train with you in formation flights, and by the end of the evening have worked out a solid formation that only needs some adjustments before it could be said to be "sound" and "reasonable".

>Advanced Training: 3/10

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>>2133381
1/2/3. Another day's march and you find yourself at the top of the peak of the nearby mountain upon which that damnable glimmer caught your eye. It would seem that it was not a exposed vein of ore as you thought, but rather a hole, a shaft to be exact, with a oddly shaped lantern of a strange metal hanging over it. The Legionary that accompanied you also seems keen to venture inside.

>>2133411
1/2. The furnace, without much ado, is done, and now you make begin to smelt ore to your hearts content. Its basic, and you have to use a horse's water trough for a quencher and lack a proper anvil, but it will work for now.

+ Basic Smithy - You are now able to smelt and reform metals at the frontal fort, though as this is the bare minimum required to call this a "smithy" you receive no bonus to crafting rolls.

3. The mark is simple enough, you figure if you can make it into a brand and enchant that, you may be able to apply said mark with some magic into other items, this will require much work though.

>Minor Destruction Transference Rune 3/15

>>2133508
FA: The voice speaks back no, a single voice, that of a wailing women.

"You must sacrificeeeee one who is close to you, one who trust you. You must do this in a moment of utter compassion and love, for we despise these pitiful "virtues" the highest among all others."

And with that the black masses recede from your room, though your mind still burns with arcane and writhing knowledge of that which man was never supposed to know.

1/2/3. As a solitary being , you've not one to betray to these dark powers, but you have a mouse in your room you are particularly sweet towards. The beast sleeps in your sandals and you feed him table scraps from your rations. You've found the first honest companion in your life in the form of this fuzzy thing, and at first light you take a rock and bash its furry face in. You feel more powerful, but also more hollow. You have a pallor skin tone for the next few hours after the dead, but you can feel it, the power to raise the dead, the true dead, is not at your finger tips.

+ Raise Dead: Replaces minor raise dead and allows you to raise creatures of human size and down, a maximum of 3 human sized or 5 smaller creatures, and they last for 4 turns. 3 Turn cooldown.

>>2134486
czeched

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>>2133532
1.The men seem distracted once again, claiming to hear sweet songs emanating from the woods, calling them. They drill, but you can clearly tell that their minds are somewhere else.

2. The injured men are unable to leave the infirmary as of yet, and it would seem that your message did not reach command again, as no new troops are forthcoming.

3. Absolutely stuck up with the state of affairs at the wall you decide that what you need is some fresh air. Not stupid, you take some of your best men and set out into the woods beyond the walls, hoping to find something to kill to vent your frustration on. A massive drake bursts through the woods answering your call. The thing is the size of two bears and belches out a caustic blast of green fire. A tumultuous battle follows as you and your best men spar with the beast, avoiding its fire and claws. It skin is harder then iron as you and your men's weapons harmlessly bounce off of it, and just when you think you'll have to run you spot it, a crack, a missing scale. Finally you manage to drive your gladius through the crack in its scales and pierce the beast's heart, the green fire pouring out its wound and around you. You feel a power in the flame, and a voice, a voice from your homeland, it speaks like your father, but also like... like a father to all, you feel.

"My son, the people suffer greatly under the heel of your brother. The Empire is tearing itself apart and you brother makes deals with foreign nations to the east that would see our country pillaged and raped all so that the my weaker son will keep his throne. I have found God, the only God, and he has granted me this chance to bless you. Go forth into the nearby clearing, there you will find a boon, a gift, you must raise it as you would your own son, for you shall bear no trueborn heirs so long as your brother sits on the throne. But this God is a righteous God as well, and when the times come you must forgive your brother, and welcome him with open arms."

The fire starts to fade, the bright yellow of the beasts eyes fading, the voice begins to falter as well...

"Just know Manuel, I love you, both of you, dearly. Do not let these earthly struggles deny my sons of salvation..."

The Drake is dead, and as his father instructed him so, Manuel did venture into a nearby clearing, and perched in the center of a crater, ringed by smoldering rock, was a egg, red as the setting sun and glowing with an ethereal energy.

+ [Strange Egg] - Must be keep hot. Fiery Hot. Do not break.

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>>2133877
1. Your wounds still ache but that is no excuse to allow your skills to falter and decay. You are up at the crack of dawn, practicing and skirmishing with the rest of the men in the drill square. You feel your melee skill improve, and learn a few new tricks from the men of the legion, who hail from all corners of the empire.

>Basic Melee: 3/10

2. Taking the lessons you learned from the mountain top, you try to work them into a spell you yourself can use. Your hard work pays off as you can replicate the spell, but only in a less powerful state currently.

+[Minor Lighting Enchantment] - + 5 to large enemies. Last for one combat encounter. 2 Turn Cooldown.

3. The men in the mountains left the day prior, you missed the trip. Nothing to do now but wait around. A centurion sees this and instead puts you to work peeling beets.

>>2134051

1. The Doctor assures you that some heated wraps and proper sacrifices are all you will need to feel better. That and plenty of rest. You oblige and arrive at noon feeling good as new!

> Health: 10/10

2/3. The sky is quiet, and no sign is better then a bad sign you reckon. You turn to walk away when suddenly you notice Apollo staring at you no less then 10 feet away. His eyes glow with the power of the sea and you swear his mane is made of kelp, but the cake is taken when he opens his mouth to speak.

"Son of Man, you must go forth and bring unto me the head of a champion of the dark powers, do this and you will have my favor."

And just like that your horse is again staring at you with its big blank eyes, before turning to nibble on a nearby goblin corpse absentmindedly.

- [Curse]

+ [Neptune's Charge] - Do what the god of the Sea and Equines wills, or you will regret it.

>>2126286
>>2126291
Name: Cato Gellius
Fluff: Cato was an unremarkable man, he lived a stereotypical life like many other citizens of the Empire. This would only change when he would join the Empire's legions, and be saddled with the role of Standard bearer, which troubled him greatly since he believes it is a role that guarantees his death. However, despite many close calls in many wars, which would earn him great experience in surviving in the mist of battle, Cato would go on living to continue what he still believes to be a cursed mission, to carry the flag of the Empire and inspire his fellow soldiers.
Class: Standard Bearer – Inspires the men, lightly equipped and often a target because of the giant flag they carry, but the presence of their flag can turn the tide of battle.
Location: Front.

-- Do not fill in –
Health: 10/10
>Gear:
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Legion Standard] – Passive + 10 buff to all players near you
>Inventory: Everything you’re not wearing and can’t kill stuff with
Bonus: Determined by fluff

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>>2134285
1/2. You separate yourself from the main group and forge ahead on the path. You are first to discover that the supposed ore vein at the top of the hill is actually a tunnel entrance, and chance yourself a few feet into it to see if anything valuable comes to your eye. No sooner then you had taken 6 steps into the tunnel did the floor drop out from underneath you, and you fall for several seconds into a pool of warm water. You float for awhile, pondering just what it was in your life that brought you too this point, before swimming towards a light on a nearby shore. Its a firefly of some sort.

3. A nearby corpse has a cloak that just so happens to be... not your size. The thing is the size of a child, and has a skull that has 4 too many eye sockets and 3 teeth, or rather, fangs.

>>2134486
1/2/3. A nearby flask of wine and roasted rabbit meat on leavened bread with olive oil provides ample food as you hide in the bushes and watch the stream for the origin of the giggling noise. To no large surprise it is several women, frolicking in the stream while singing, the water seeming to play with them as well. You can but help and watch these nude women wash themselves, one hand on the wine flask and the other "adjusting" your belt. You try to deduce what they are up to, but can come to no conclusion other then that they are washing themselves in the stream. Finished, you wipe your hand on the grass, getting the stick bits off your fingers and deciding what the do next.

>>2135190
1/2/3. You join the others in the trek up the nearby peak and like them discover it is indeed a entrance to a tunnel. It would appear that someone else reached it first, as fresh tracks are in the snow entering the mine.

>>2135953
Health: 10/10
>Gear:
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Legion Standard] – Passive + 10 buff to all players near you
>Inventory:
+ [Lucky Olive Pit] - the one thing you know isn't trying to kill you. Permits one combat reroll per siege wave/combat encounter. You must keep the reroll.
Bonus: [Abandoned Hope] - You know that you will die, it is an inevitability. This has allowed you to cast aside petty emotions like fear, remorse, and even happiness. As such you automatically pass all resolve tests and are immune to physiological attacks, as you simply don't care enough to let them affect you.

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Day 9, Week 2

Rumors abound as life at the fort is back to its slow steady pace. Men drill, walls are repaired, soldiers leap at the chance to go on patrol to get out of their cramped quarters and the same post day in and day out. Nothing has been heard from the mining expedition sent into the hills, though it has only been a day or so, but stranger still is the report that a legionary set out from the wall 2 days ago, as if in a trance, and headed straight into the woods. He has not been heard from since. Furthermore, it would seem that others are joining him, and some men report that they can hear faint, but beautiful voices on the horizon, calling them, beckoning them to the woods and beyond.

Status of the Frontal Fortress:
>Supplies:
3 Weeks of Food
6 Weeks of Water
3/4 Ton of Wood
1/4 Ton of Stone and mortar
Feed for Horses

>Garrison
522 Legionaries
11 Centurions
13 Acolytes
218 Auxiliaries
100 Equites
174 Camp followers and Laborers

>Fortifications
Towers 1-6 Health: 10/10
Wall Health: 47/50
6 Onagers
12 Ballista
1 Scorpion
185 Onager Rounds
485 Ballista Bolts
30 Scorpion Bolts
1/16 Ton of Pitch

Rear Fortress:
1 Year of Food
Water from Well: Untainted
2 Tons of Wood
1 & 1/2 Tons of Stone and mortar

>Garrison:
4400 Legionaries
82 Centurions
45 Acolytes
800 Camp Followers
2250 Auxiliaries
400 Equites
15 Griffin Knights

>Fortifications
Outer wall: 48/50
Inner wall: 50/50
Towers 1-8: 9/10

Rolled 46, 69, 69 = 184 (3d100)

>>2135313
>Name: Antorius Damocles
>Fluff: The son of a Legion Smith and a Seamstress, his talent at magic was discovered early on in his apprenticeship under his father. Between his experience as a smith and his magical skill, he was more or less fast tracked into the crafting of magical items. This turned out to be...a bad idea. He has an almost savant-like talent at making things explode. Very, very well. The Artificer's Hall of his Academy was rebuilt more than once during his tenure there. Instead of being viewed as a loss, however, this natural skill at spontaneous destruction was honed, refined, and given entirely new scope. Now on the front line, The hardly-a-man Antorius has dozens of notes and concepts ready to be tested on the endless hordes of Goblins.
>Class: Acolyte
>Location: Front Fort
>-- Do not fill in –
Health: 10/10
Class: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
Gear:
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls

+ [Spells] - [Minor Explosion] - Using your mind you can force small items apart into many fragments, at medium speeds. 2 turn cooldown.
[Minor Destruction Enchantment] - You can, by carving a small sigil into an object, bind your minor destruction spell into it for a period of 3 turns, and upon coming into forceful contact with another object, will suffer the same effects as a cast of your minor destruction spell. 3 turn cooldown.
[Controlled Minor Destruction] - Your fragmentation spell can now be controlled at your whim.

Inventory:
+ [Smith's Hammer] - A hammer from your father, worn from use but possessing a special talent for smithing. + 10 to smithing rolls
+ [Basic Smithy] - Useful for taking shit iron and making it into something that isn't shit. Not useful for basically anything else.
Bonus: [Explosivo] - You possess and uncanny ability to destroy with your spells, and are adept at finding new ways to destroy with new spells. + 5 to casting rolls for telekinetic destruction spells, + 5 to research into new kinetic destruction spells.

1. Yes! Now that I have that done, time to make some bolts! Start working on a bolt design that will fragment into dozens of tiny, really sharp pieces when detonated.

2/3. Keep working on that destruction enchantment. It's a long, slow road, but eventually I'll be able to place dozens of these things down right before a battle.

Rolled 97, 18, 74 = 189 (3d100)

>>2138099
Name: Morg Gleiz
Fluff: Morg was part of a local tribe, one who had gotten wealthy and prosperous helping the Empire. When the drums were heard the shamans of the tribe made a deal with Braxios. They would provide their stockpile of food and the services of some of their warriors, in exchange to be let through the wall and retreat deeper into the empire away from the menace. Despite there being disagreements on the matter, Baraxios was no fool in this case and accepted the bargain, knowing the extra men and food would be a great help for the coming fight.

Morg being a younger warrior and without a woman was left with the Legion. He was set to serve as a scout for them, as he was a hunter as well as warrior. Having spent all his life in these forests to make his way and life. He knows them well, and he is hoping the legionary's will let him sue it to both their advantages.

Class: Auxillary
>Basic Training: + 5 to combat rolls involving you and your shield brothers. All 30 of them.
Location: Front Fort
+ [Boar spear] +8 Melee, +0 cc
+ [Bow and Arrows] +5 ranged attacks
+ [Axe/hatchet] +5 melee, +8 cc
+ [Hunting Knives] +5 in melee and cc
+ [Hunting furs] -5 to attacks on me
Inventory:
+ [Goat Horn] - From the tribe, its bellows can sound from miles away, can be used to warn of impending danger.
Bonus: [Like the Trees] - A life in the wilderness, tracking, stalking, and killing prey much more keen of sense then man has made Morg a silent killer, who can fade into the woods as quickly as he appears. + 15 to stealth rolls in woods.

1.Make sure the man has not left the rear fort for the farms beyond. Should be easy since the sentries here are watching mostly for deserters.

2. Pray to my gods for a sign. I must find this man, and the longer it takes the less sign of them there is. Please let me hunt him down and bring justice onto his head!

3. Resume the hunt once more looking for sigs of the man I will catch sooner or alter.

Rolled 31, 74, 85 = 190 (3d100)

>>2138099
>>2135313
Name: Servius Silius
Fluff: Servius was a born slave, made to serve a foul cultist group, for years he was belittled, insulted and generally humiliated, he stole one of their tomes and learnt what little he could, he managed to learn some minor spells and made his plans, eventually he killed his master and escaped, now his masters corpse serves as a bodyguard, covered in full body armour so no one can figure out what lies beneath.
Class: Location: Front
Health: 10/10
Gear: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
[Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. 15 to casting rolls.
[Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
[Spells] – Raise Dead: Allows you to raise creatures of human size and down, a maximum of 3 human sized or 5 smaller creatures, and they last for 4 turns. 3 Turn cooldown.
[Minor Dread] - You instil fear into the minds of your foes, weaker willed ones, - 5 to all their rolls for the next turn. 1 turn cooldown.
[Drums of Doom] - Passive - 5 to enemy resolve tests near you, or you can focus it and apply a -15 buff to a single enemy, 1 turn cooldown for the latter.
>Followers:

Inventory:
Bonus: [Dark Child] - Your life of pain and experiences have taught you much of death, and you did more then just plot your escape all those years, you listened as well, and you learned. + 5 to dark arts casting.

Action 1: Look through the tome to see if they're is ways to cause the undead to create flames or explosions, The forest will probably strike back at us because of that flame I made last battle, and if not well we're burning it again'
Action 2-3: Research curses, long term and short term, priority on long term, we're gonna be for a long time.

Rolled 13, 19, 63 = 95 (3d100)

>>2135313
Health: 10/10
Gear: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
+ [Spells] - [Blessing of Vulcan] - The craft God shines upon you and all that you touch, engines of war work better and mundane instruments as well. 2 turn cooldown.
[Hammer of Vulcan] - The wrath of the God of Crafts strikes down upon the enemy. 3 Turn cooldown.
Inventory:
+ [Empire Machine manual] - A book (how futuristic) containing all the known knowledge of Imperial machines, allows you to repair and build any of them, given the time and resources.
Bonus: [Learned Man] - Octavius has attended the finest schools of war that Empire has to offer, and has been in a few sieges as well, behind the front lines of course. Still, he knows his way around a war machine. + 10 to all repair/building rolls.
+ 30 Scorpion Bolts
Inspired: + 10 to next design roll

1-3. Two gods work below the earth in the fires and flame. Vulcan and Pluto.

Leo preferred praying to Vulcan to watch over him, as he ventured into this shaft. He wondered why.

Mines are never abandoned on purpose unless something drives the miners out or the vein is dry. Still search he must, as this was the closest thing to ore they had found.

Rolled 48, 66, 44 = 158 (3d100)

>>2138099

Name: Caelum Alerius Airya

Location: Rear fort, Griffon Knight barracks
Health: 10/10
Gear:
+ [Sash] +5 to resolve to resolve tests to npcs near you
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Zhayed] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely eat unruly legionaries.

Inventory:
+ [Airya Pendant] - A sign of your family, respected in the Inner Provinces. You keep it however as remind of what you're defending, and why you're doing it. Honor, duty, such is the way of the Airya. + 10 To resolve test/fear rolls.
+ [Crown of the Preserver] - Awarded to those who have shielded and saved any of the citizens or allies. + 5 To NPC conversation and interaction rolls.

Bonus:
+ [Bonded Griffin] - While some would say that the Griffin is an unruly beast to smart for its own good, and unfit to be used as a beast of war, you would say otherwise, for your griffin Zhayed is more like a brother then a mount, and will defend you till its dying breath.
+ [Dramatic Posturing] - Can expend an action in combat to flaunt your stuff and grant a +10 to all who witness Zhayed's splendor that turn.
+ [Tranquility] - You have learned to become totally calm under fire, and it shows. - 5 to enemy attacks when mounted on Zhayed.
+ [Basic Training] - + 5 to all rolls cooperating with fellow griffin Riders

1. Basic Melee training 2/10
"I have an idea for a flight exercise with the men, but first I need to do some sparring."

2. Advanced Training 3/10
"After having perfected several complicated aerial maneuvers, It is time to share what I have learned with the rest of the men. As it would be the closest thing we would have to drilling, it would be a good challenge for improving everyone's cohesion when it comes to battle. Such a display of aerial acrobatics will no doubt enliven anyone's day for those who are stuck on the ground."

3. Help with repairs
"noticing after awhile that while there are men running around looking busy, the reconstruction effort has been minimal. Given how important the task is. Caelum along with the other riders starts helping with transporting stone to the masons who are rebuilding the wall."

Rolled 30, 22, 59 = 111 (3d100)

>>2138099
Name:
Mark Lucenia Cicero
Fluff:
Mark was born to a humble family of farmers, they had been that way for many generations and did not have much hope of rising above that. At least that was until Mark. As a boy Mark was very capable and it led his parents to believe that he could go on to do great things. The hopes of his parents spurred him on and gave Mark the determination that he needed to reach for his goals. As soon as he could he joined the Empires forces as a soldier, and a promising one at that. He was young, fit and intuitive. Over his years of service he grew into a formidable soldier and a well respected man, Mark was able to rise through the ranks by developing his skills, body and mind through experience and rigurous training. Eventually rising to the ranks of an Equite he now lives to carry out his families wish.
Class:
Equite
Location:
Rear Fort
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Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Griffin (Pingue)] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory:
+ [Bronze Beet] - From humble roots do the mightiest trees grow, no one knows this better then a farmer. Will give you a reroll on fear checks, and remind you why you're here.
+ Golden Coin (Press into flesh when in need.)
Bonus: [Family Man] - Strong bonds at home, and the military is naught but a second home. The men of the legion are more likely to help you, for look at you not like a comrade, but a brother. + 15 to npc related rolls and +5 to all roles related to working with Legions.
>Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls cooperating with fellow griffin Riders
>Basic Swordsmanship (5/10)
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1: I shall fly to the front fort on my Griffin Pingue on the way there see if I can bond with him a bit more.
2-3: Put all my effort into helping the men at the front fort whether it be training, helping on the wall or even around the hospital

>>2138113
czeched

Rolled 10, 62, 21 = 93 (3d100)

>>2138078
Name: Vaughan Strycker
Fluff: Originally a lowly chicken thief after being caught Vaughan volunteered for the legions in lieu of corporal punishment. Known for surviving like a cockroach from basically any engagement and never having enough proof to name him a coward (there's always someones blood on his sword at the end of day) Vaughan has ascended to the rank of Standard Bearer in hopes that his uncanny survival ability will save him or he'll be revealed as a career deserter and face military tribunal.
Class: Standard Bearer
Location: Front fort
Health: 10/10

Gear: Standard Bearer – Inspires the men, lightly equipped and often a target because of the giant flag they carry, but the presence of their flag can turn the tide of battle.
Inventory:
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Pugio] – + 2 to melee rolls
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Serpent Standard] - + 10 to all pc actions around you
+ [Hair Gel recipe] - 1 part water, 2 parts pigs fat, and 3 parts horse semen. Last 5 turns and gives a - 15 to perception checks against you . (3 remaining)
+ [Eyepatch] - Taken from a sleeping bum, - 5 to perception checks against you, - 5 to combat rolls on account of the fact that you can't see out of it.
+ [Tight Caligae] - Specially laced so as to not come loose when running. Specially made by Vaughan's mother, bless her sole. + 15 to retreating actions.
+ 8 Goblin poison arrows

Bonus: [Uncanny Luck] - For some reason Vaughan always finds himself in the thick of combat, but never walks away with a scratch. Can dodge 1 killing blow per combat encounter.

1. Remembering an old tale of men with fake eyepatches Vaughan swaps eyes in the hopes of having his covered eye ready for the darkness

2. Being a man of high honour and noble combat Vaughan covers his body in mud to blend himself into the caves

3. Realizing the skeleton is only the size of a child fills Vaughan with confidence as he readies his dagger and listens for a sound to follow and hopefully some non-child sized loot or at least his noble bretheren who will gladly fall onto enemy weapons for his sake.

Rolled 59, 79, 36 = 174 (3d100)

Name: Virgil Pyrrhenius Laurentinus
Fluff: A hardened fighter leading the charge and surviving through many a battle, Virgil has earned his way to the rank of centurion through a combination of luck, skill and smarts. He was from a noble family, raised to be a philosophers in the great academies of old, until the horrors of war struck and changed him. He still has much of the knowledge taught in the war colleges, and has an intimate knowledge of tactics and strategies that have turned the tide of past battles and will likely do so in the future. He is a strong leader of men as well, whipping his troops into a righteous fury to turn the tide of battle.
Class: Centurion
Location: Front Fort
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Health: 7/10 (+1/turn)
Gear: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Locket] - In this brass clasp is the last of what remains of your family, your wife and son, lost to the fires of war. Taken from you while you were on campaign in a foreign land. Those animals, from beyond the pass you currently find yourself in, they took her, and they did things to her, they made your son watch before slaughtering him as well. They will pay, every last on of their rotten kind will pay so long as Virgil watches over this world. Fighting against barbarians drives you into a unstoppable rage, giving you a passive + 10 to attack rolls and -10 to rolls against you, however any damage you do take is doubled.
Bonus: [The Voice of a Empire] - You chastise your men with the rage of Eurdan (Roma to citizens) itself, and the men are filled with the values she represents. Duty, Honor, Glory. + 15 to all soldiers and PCs within earshot, can be used once per combat encounter.
Other stuff:
-Basic Training - +5 to all rolls commanding your 50 legionaries
In progress:
-Basic Gladius Skills (4/5)

1. I don't care who I have to talk to, I'll do it and work with them so I can FIND THAT STANDARD BEARER!
2. I must continue training with the gladius as well, can't go rusty.
3. Lastly I'll recruit the new standard bearer >>2135953 into my century to cover for that other incompetent fool.

Rolled 9, 57, 46 = 112 (3d100)

>>2138099
Name: Manuel of Cappadocia
Fluff: Firstborn son of the late King of Cappadocia, Maurice II. Robbed of his birthright by his younger brother Sarkis, he launched an ultimately failed rebellion, and afterwards, he was sent to the backwaters of the Empire as a military slave. Distinguishing himself through exceptional leadership and physical prowess, he climbed the ranks to become a general, yet was met with misfortune when he was caught trying to raise an army to take back his throne. Demoted and sent to the fortress, Manuel has been disgraced, but certainly not defeated. He aims to begin climbing the ranks again after proving himself in the siege.
Class: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Location: Front
Health: 10/10
Gear: Class: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Ring of Cappadocia] - Your father's last gift to you, on his deathbed when he granted you his kingdom, before your brother stole it from you and doomed your lands to war. The ring is an ancient artifact, and in times of great peril will protect its wearer. When below half health defensive bonuses are doubled, and the ring will save you from death one time in return for its destruction.
+ [Strange Egg]
Bonus: [Blue Blood] - Some men are just born to lead, some say its the will of the Gods, other say its just luck, either way you have a natural talent for it. + 10 to command actions.
>Basic Training: 3/5
>Basic Tactics: 4/5
>Loyalty: 4/10
>One small favor
> + Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls commanding your 50 legionaries
1-2. Have my men keep the dragon egg in a furnace that they constantly keep hot. To stress the importance of this, any slackers will be beaten by the Vitis. Use the favor to help if possible
3. Send letters requesting reinforcements from the rear and inquiring about the condition of my men in the infirmary.

Rolled 98, 45, 51 = 194 (3d100)

>>2135081
Name: Vincentus Lucius Dedicatus
Fluff: A veteran of numerous campaigns, Vincentus has been hailed as both a stalwart servant of the Empire and a greedy gorehound. Notorious for prying gold and riches from the corpses of men he slays, Vincentus leads his men with an iron fist and an unshakable zeal, thirsty for greater glory and gold. He yet remains unmarried, and it's an open secret that he's quite fond of slave men, for if he got himself a wife he'd have to share his riches. He eagerly awaits his retirement, whereupon he has plans to retire in the capital and live as a decadent patrician for the rest of his days... if he survives the siege, that is.
Class: Centurion
Location: Front Fort

Health: 10/10
Gear: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Small Sack of Gold And Gemstones]
+ [Sack of Gold] - Even out here, men can be persuaded to do unthinkable things for the right price. 1 time use.
Bonus: [War-Dog] - Vincentus has seen more battles then years he has lived, he's slain more men on the field of battle then he has in the tents at camps. For men like him, war isn't a chore, but a way of life. + 10 to all combat rolls (personal).

1. We will seek out someone to furnish a new emblem for our sentry... someone who can smith well. Expend the rest of his smaller sack of gold and gems if need be.


2/3. Hunt the murderous little cocksucker that killed our standard bearer and stole our standard.

Rolled 25, 17, 79 = 121 (3d100)

>>2138099
Name: Boar
Fluff: A "citizen soldier" of brutish looks and seemingly dull intelligence. However those who spend time around him often complain of his strangely watchful eyes which seem to always be drinking in all information around him. Commended in the past for sounding a horn in the night to warn of an ambush by barbarian forces. Boar continues his watch a loyal soldier even against all odds.
Class: Legionnaire
Location: Front
Health: 7/10
Gear: Legionnaire – A basic foot soldier, rank and file.
+ 2 [Pila] + 5 to ranged attacks, 1 use unless recovered and repaired
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
Inventory:
+ [Spyglass] - A trinket from the far west, a set of various size glasses that allow you to see far off things with clear vision.
+[Poisoned Arrowhead]
Bonus: [A Warning] - Almost like a 6th sense, you are somehow keenly aware of danger before it occurs.
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1-3. Take the lead heading into the cave lighting a torch in one hand and gladius ready in the other.

Rolled 15, 19, 74 = 108 (3d100)

>>2138099
Health: 9/10
Gear: Magnus – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt. Magnus's prefer to specialize in sword and spell.
+ [Spells]
[Minor Lighting Bolt] - The wrath of Juptier fills your hands as you summon forth a mighty bolt of lighting and hurl it at your foes, alternatively it can also be cast into the ground directly beneath your feet, but doing this will hurt both friend and foe in its area of effect. 3 Turn Cooldown.
+ 7/10 [Lighting Bolt]
+ 1/10 [Summon Storm]
+[Minor Lighting Enchantment] - + 5 to large enemies. Last for one combat encounter. 2 Turn Cooldown.

+ [Basic Training] + 5 to Rolls when cooperating with legionary forces.
Basic Melee: 3/10
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Parma Vexillifris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ Gladius Enchantment: Lighting - + 10 to large enemies. Last for one combat encounter
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
Inventory:
+ [Dog Collar] - All that was left of your furry friend, will summon forth said dog in a time of great peril, for a price.
Bonus: [Shaggy Eyes] - You feel a presence guiding you, watching you, you know not its will , but it seems to be helping you. + 10 to casting rolls.

-Actions-
Forgot to update health last turn its actually 9/10

1) Take it easy this morning. Training is all well and good but getting the most out of it required to being healthy
2) After an extra long nap keep training your swordskills
3) Improve your Lightning bolt

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Rolled 37, 34, 76 = 147 (3d100)

>>2135081
Name: Agrobrigos Nantu Gallaeci
Fluff: Son of a Gallaeci Chief, ever since the Romans conquered our lands there has been relative peace in the region. Several revolts but relatively peaceful. The Romans let us conduct our affairs with little interruption, but they do when things don't go as they please, such as when certain clans attack other clans in their pocket. We were a powerful tribe before, but the wars took much of our power and playing by the rules have been hard. Agrobrigos partook in a raid deep into Roman territory with the Cantabrii and Asturii but, the raid failed and they were captured. His Clan's status allowed him to simply be taken as a hostage and he learned some of the Roman ways. After a few years, he realized that if he served in the army, he could gain land and send it home. This would give how clan the power it needed to become a dominant power, and possibly, free.
Class: Equites
Location: Front

Health: 8/10 +1 per turn until healed unless otherwise injured in that time period
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
[Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
[Parma equestris] - 5 to all attacks against you
[Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
[British Longbow and quiver]
[Horse] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory: [Clan Fetish] - A gift from your father, bearing the sigil of the clan and enchanted by the clan shaman. The Old Gods blessing's are with so long as it is close to your chest. + 5 to combat actions and 1 (read 1) saving roll for death per enemy champion you kill, you start with one.
[Troll Cock Stew and Tendies Recipe] - Requires 1 set of troll genitals, restores 2 health per serving.
Skill: [Basic Cavalry Training]: + 5 to all actions involving your unit of Equites.
Bonus: [Never Conquered] - Your people are proud and stubborn, which is why the Romans have had such difficulty subduing them. This wildness translates will into combat, wherein you can enter a trance during combat for 2 rounds, during which you do double damage to a single enemy target.
>15 to the initial charge of your Equite unit in the next combat encounter

1-2; Continue training! 8/10
3; Do my duties and assist along the wall

>>2138099
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Name: Batiatus Laetus
Fluff: A young warrior from a rich family, Batiatus feels more at home atop his noble steed Apollo than on the ground.
Class: Equite
Location: Front Fort
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Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Hasta] - + 10 to charging attacks from horseback, no bonus on foot (excluding calvary, which is + 10)
+ [Horse] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory:
+ [Saddle] - A gift to you from your father, who acquired it from a man trading goods from across the sea, where the slant-eyed men have lands almost as wonderous as the Empire itself. + 10 to actions on a horse.
Bonus: [Confident] - Batiatus has the vigor and arrogance of youth, but such things can replace skill in times of need. +5 to resolve/fear tests, + 10 to combat rolls when outnumbered.
+ [Neptune's Charge] - Do what the god of the Sea and Equines wills, or you will regret it.
>Advanced Training 7/10
>Bonded Mount: 7/10
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1. Batiatus stands in shock for several seconds after the god speaks to him, but as Apollo goes back to normal, he hardens his resolve. The next morning, upon awakening, Batiatus calls his Equite brothers together and leads them in more training.

>Train Equites
+10 [Saddle]
Advanced Training 7/10

2. The riders disperse after training, many returning their horses to the stables - Batiatus, however, is set upon granting Neptune's request. He continues his training alone as the shadows grow long.

>Train with Hasta

3. As night falls, Batiatus finally dismounts, and he shares his rations with Apollo freely. The horse is a flesh-eater, and twice as ravenous as the exhausted young noble - nonetheless, Batiatus pets the horse's mane tenderly and without fear.

>Bond with Apollo
Bonded Mount 7/10

Rolled 39, 92, 36 = 167 (3d100)

>>2138927
Forgot rolls.

Praise Neptune.

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>>2138113
1. Smithing, what you really know how to do! The design of a bolt that should fragment is... not easy. This will be the first of its kind in such a device. Perhaps intentionally weakening the structure at several points will work, perhaps not. Only one way to find out.

>Exploding Bolts: 3/10

2/3. Its gonna be a looooong road baby. The forge is hot and sweat glistens off of your forehead as you pound and hammer that dirty dirty stronger enchantment into a nearby stout, thick log, bursting with sap and ready to blow. The enchantment necessitates a bigger rune, and thats good because you crave big, pulsing things.

>[Destruction Enchantment] 4/10

>>2138122
1. Only a griffin knight has been reported as leaving the rear fort for the village beyond. Apparently the chap likes to help the farmers harvest their crops, and he always returns with goods.

2. You pray and fast for the duration of the afternoon, but no sign is forth coming in your search.

3. The only thing you manage to drum up in your search is that a party left for the mountains with a man no one recognized and smelled faintly of birds, what kind of bird is anyone's guess, but they've been gone for two days now.

>>2138123
1. The tome is still foreign to you, and with your master gone it would seem you can read even less of it then what you could before. You do manage to piece together some sort of passage about filling undead with so much necrotic energy that they explode outward as the vessel can no longer contain the energy, but the incantations are still foreign to you.

>[Undead Mine] 2/10

2/3. Curses curses curses. As a sufferer of quite a few curses Servius is well versed in the art of them, even though he knows none of them himself. He could go anyway with them, he need only make a decision...

> 5/10 on a curse you choose (Pm me several choices and I'll tell you what flies)

>>2138447
1/2/3. Offering a prayer to the God of smiths and metal Leo took his first tentative steps into the shaft. Quickly the ground sloped down before his feet and he just managed to catch himself before plummeting down the darkness. A charm on his waist band was not so lucky, and flew down the shaft until several seconds later Leo heard a splash. He had a choice to make, fall and see what was below or head out of the shaft, as the only way forward...


Was down.

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>>2138499
>>2138499
1. A quick melee before flight drills was the norm for the men, but Caelum used this time to practice a new technique he observed from Lucenia the other day. It's not quite ready but he is making strides.

>Basic Melee 5/10

2. A prolonged lecture over lunch followed by actual practice has aided the men in learning your tricks greatly, in time they will all fly as gracefully as Zhayed.

Advanced Training 7/10

3. Though he can't carry entire stones by himself, Zhayed is strong enough to ferry mortar and tools to the places that need it most, and with his aid construction efforts have been speed up just slightly enough to be called efficient.

>>2138503
1. The ride is unevenful, save for the moment that Pingue unexpectedly dove after a deer it spotted and tore the animal in half before greedily gulping down the rest. Not chastising your mount for this action seems to have endeared the beast to you, if but a little.

>Bonded Mount: 1/10

2/3. Letting Zhayed Roam free you aid in reconstruction efforts and help at the infirmary at the fort. Though you are but a man you do sense that your actions have aided quite a few today.

> +0.3% of causalities returned to wounded soldier classes over 50 in number

>>2138583
1. Cleverly you try to switch your eye-patch, expecting the covered eye to be able to see in the dark as it has been shut for some time now. Unfortunately you did not expect said eye-patch to be so thin that your eye having been shut has in fact made no difference from your daytime vision. You still cannot see.

What you can do however is feel, and you soon scoop up handfuls of the foul smelling mud and coat yourself in the muck. Eventually you just resolve to roll around in it for a few seconds until you fell it covering every inch of your body.

3. "Fred" Hears a splash behind him, though far to small to be a person. Silence follows, then skittering is heard all around him, and the gnashing of teeth.

>>2138661
1. With no leads you reduce yourself to talking to the barbarian that was unfortunate enough to get stabbed by the traitor. The man cannot walk nor move a muscle without aid, but he can faintly gurgle out words with much effort. Withholding water from the savage and holding up the remains of your standard and a chicken feather found at the scene you manage to get him to stutter out "s.ss...smm- smaaaaaaaaaa....lll" and "r...roo...roo-oo-mm..." before he passes out from the effort.

2. Training proceeds well as well, and you feel the old strength and skills returning to you as when you were but a humble legionnaire.

+ [Basic Gladius Skills] - + 5 to attacks using only your gladius.

3. As commander the man has no choice but to obey you, and >>2135953 is now in your century, bringing it back up to full strength.

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>>2138691
1/2. The men find it somewhat presumptuous for you to presume it is a dragon egg and not just a colorful rock you found in the woods, but they carefully store it in the blacksmith's furnace all the same, telling the fool (>2138113) that if he breaks the thing he'll be hearing from Centurion, and that it will be his head.

3. Two letters are sent out, and two letters returned. You will receive the men you need to replenish your century, and from the infirmary it would seem that most of your men did infact end up in there. Ten New soldiers from the rear and twenty-still laid up in the medical ward. Your century will be at full strength once they heal.

>>2138829
1. A smith at the frontal fort who has just set up shop offers to take your commission, free of charge of course. He did ask for a small fee, but the "encouragement" from your Vitis soon reminded him who was in charge here.

>>2138113 is now ordered to work on a standard for Vincentus, tell him what you would like it to be. He also receives a +10 to the roll from the beating you gave him.

2/3. Your fellow commander informs you of what he has learned. The barbarian unlucky enough to last meet the man managed to spit out that he was small and of roman descent. With this you also know he smells of chickens as well.

>>2138835
1/2/3. You attempt to be the first in the cave but the lackwit mage proceeds ahead of you and your torch. You see the man fall down what appears to be a slope, only just managed to grab hold of a rock near him. He dropped something as well, as you hear a splash not too long after. You feel something as well, a pinprick sensation on the back of your neck. There's something down there, you're sure of it, and its hungry. They're hungry...

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>>2138875
1. You try to "take it easy" but fail that, as in rising out of your ruck to rest you trip and fall flat on your face, the resulting nosebleed and headache persist for the rest of the morning.

>Health: 8/10

2. You can't concentrate on swinging a sword with all this damn blood and this bleeding headache. You resolve to try again tomorrow and call it a day as you retire to your quarters.

3. Back in bed, you make lighting dance on your finger tips as you imagine yourself atop that mountaintop once more, the rush of the bolt coursing through your body. It all feels so fresh, and before you know it you're actually holding a bolt in your hands, if for but a second, then its gone again.

+ [Lighting Bolt] - Upgrade to lighting bolt, copy its description. Obviously it is more deadly .

>>2138897
1/2. It was a long and hard road, but you have finally completed enough training to be described as adequate.

+ [Basic Melee] - Enough hand to hand and close quarters combat training has made you compentant enough to know what you're doing in the thick of combat. + 5 to all melee combat rolls.

3. The wall is starting to look whole again as you put some final touches on the damaged sections along with several others.

>>2138927
1. A long road, with long days, but the unit is better for it.

+ [Advanced Training] - Replaces Basic Training. + 10 to rolls with fellow Equites.

2. The spear is a much more finesse weapon then the sword. Less chopping, as it will do you no good, and you must maintain proper distance when using it. You learn these lessons as you train with the shaft and tip.

>Basic Hasta Skills: 4/5

3. Apolla has changed,you notice this. His coat seems more... Golden. His teeth, once just flat and straight across, have narrowed into fine points. Even his eyes seem fiery compared to the dull eyes of other horses. The horse appreciates the meat, but turns its nose at the fruit you offer it.

>Bonded Mount 9/10

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Day 10, Week 2

Days march on as the songs in the distance rise in tone. Repairs on the walls continue, as does the hunt for the traitor in the ranks. It appears as though the men are all improving in skill, no doubt hardened by the first wave adn the constant training thereafter, and some of the first wounded are returning to duty. This is considered a good thing, as no doubt more attacks will come sooner rather then later.

Status of the Frontal Fortress:
>Supplies:
3 Weeks of Food
6 Weeks of Water
3/4 Ton of Wood
1/4 Ton of Stone and mortar
Feed for Horses

>Garrison
538 Legionaries + 12 Wounded
11 Centurions + 1 Wounded
13 Acolytes + 1 Wounded
225 Auxiliaries + 3 wounded
100 Equites
180 Camp followers and Laborers + 15 Wounded

>Fortifications
Towers 1-6 Health: 10/10
Wall Health: 49/50
6 Onagers
12 Ballista
1 Scorpion
185 Onager Rounds
485 Ballista Bolts
30 Scorpion Bolts
1/16 Ton of Pitch

Rear Fortress:
1 Year of Food
Water from Well: Untainted
2 Tons of Wood
1 & 1/2 Tons of Stone and mortar

>Garrison:
4400 Legionaries
82 Centurions
45 Acolytes
800 Camp Followers
2250 Auxiliaries
400 Equites
15 Griffin Knights

>Fortifications
Outer wall: 48/50
Inner wall: 50/50
Towers 1-8: 9/10

>As a note I had forgot to include the wounded men from the battle on the stat sheet. I apoligize for this along with the lack of an update yesterday. It is finals week and I am doing as best as I can. However, due to the fact that you all had two days to post I will not accept any makeup turns for this turn.

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>>2142270
Also y'all can post

Rolled 6, 54, 9 = 69 (3d100)

Health: 10/10
Gear: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
+ [Spells] - [Blessing of Vulcan] - The craft God shines upon you and all that you touch, engines of war work better and mundane instruments as well. 2 turn cooldown.
[Hammer of Vulcan] - The wrath of the God of Crafts strikes down upon the enemy. 3 Turn cooldown.
Inventory:
+ [Empire Machine manual] - A book (how futuristic) containing all the known knowledge of Imperial machines, allows you to repair and build any of them, given the time and resources.
Bonus: [Learned Man] - Octavius has attended the finest schools of war that Empire has to offer, and has been in a few sieges as well, behind the front lines of course. Still, he knows his way around a war machine. + 10 to all repair/building rolls.
+ 30 Scorpion Bolts
Inspired: + 10 to next design roll

1-3. It could be a horrible way to die. To fall and break his legs on hidden stones and jagged edges beneath the rocks, or worse, drown from exhaustion for not finding a way out.

Leo attempted to climb his way out but, either he slipped his hold or the fools courage in him made his fingers release his grasp, he fell down into the shaft.

May the Gods have mercy on his soul.

Rolled 47, 31, 58 = 136 (3d100)

>>2142270

Name: Vincentus Lucius Dedicatus
Fluff: A veteran of numerous campaigns, Vincentus has been hailed as both a stalwart servant of the Empire and a greedy gorehound. Notorious for prying gold and riches from the corpses of men he slays, Vincentus leads his men with an iron fist and an unshakable zeal, thirsty for greater glory and gold. He yet remains unmarried, and it's an open secret that he's quite fond of slave men, for if he got himself a wife he'd have to share his riches. He eagerly awaits his retirement, whereupon he has plans to retire in the capital and live as a decadent patrician for the rest of his days... if he survives the siege, that is.
Class: Centurion
Location: Front Fort

Health: 10/10
Gear: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Small Sack of Gold And Gemstones]
+ [Sack of Gold] - Even out here, men can be persuaded to do unthinkable things for the right price. 1 time use.
Bonus: [War-Dog] - Vincentus has seen more battles then years he has lived, he's slain more men on the field of battle then he has in the tents at camps. For men like him, war isn't a chore, but a way of life. + 10 to all combat rolls (personal).

>>2138113
"The Standard will be tall, adorned with metal discs and goblin's teeth, with the noble emblem of our Empire embroidered upon the banner-cloth. Topping it will be a golden eagle encrusted with gemstones, which you will create out of this -generous- bag of gold and gems I have provided for you. Do NOT bugger it up!"

1. "Our standard is on its way to completion, but we will not sit idle! There's another assault coming, and I will not see us without proper defenses! Go secure more pitch ahead of the next attack!"

[Acquire more pitch]

2/3. Hunt the small, chicken-smelling scum. Search both the Front and Rear forts.

Rolled 36, 41, 18 = 95 (3d100)

>>2142224
>>2142354
>Name: Antorius Damocles
>Fluff: The son of a Legion Smith and a Seamstress, his talent at magic was discovered early on in his apprenticeship under his father. Between his experience as a smith and his magical skill, he was more or less fast tracked into the crafting of magical items. This turned out to be...a bad idea. He has an almost savant-like talent at making things explode. Very, very well. The Artificer's Hall of his Academy was rebuilt more than once during his tenure there. Instead of being viewed as a loss, however, this natural skill at spontaneous destruction was honed, refined, and given entirely new scope. Now on the front line, The hardly-a-man Antorius has dozens of notes and concepts ready to be tested on the endless hordes of Goblins.
>Class: Acolyte
>Location: Front Fort
>-- Do not fill in –
Health: 10/10
Class: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
Gear:
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls

+ [Spells] - [Minor Explosion] - Using your mind you can force small items apart into many fragments, at medium speeds. 2 turn cooldown.
[Minor Destruction Enchantment] - You can, by carving a small sigil into an object, bind your minor destruction spell into it for a period of 3 turns, and upon coming into forceful contact with another object, will suffer the same effects as a cast of your minor destruction spell. 3 turn cooldown.
[Controlled Minor Destruction] - Your fragmentation spell can now be controlled at your whim.

Inventory:
+ [Smith's Hammer] - A hammer from your father, worn from use but possessing a special talent for smithing. + 10 to smithing rolls
+ [Basic Smithy] - Useful for taking shit iron and making it into something that isn't shit. Not useful for basically anything else.
Bonus: [Explosivo] - You possess and uncanny ability to destroy with your spells, and are adept at finding new ways to destroy with new spells. + 5 to casting rolls for telekinetic destruction spells, + 5 to research into new kin

Bug fuckering piece of horseshit centurion and his fucking vitis i oughta weave an explosive enchantment in this thing and laugh at him when it comes apart in his hands the wifebeating shitforbrain...

1-3. Acquire the materials for the cloth, gathering up goblin teeth and disks of shit-metal from around the place. Then make the damn banner so I can get back to my studies.

Rolled 93, 16, 34 = 143 (3d100)

>>2138078
Name: Gaius Namedsoonicus
Fluff:
Nobody is really aware of where Gaius came from. Quite frankly nobody around Braxios' Fighting 15th has seen the man before and nobody can recall fighting alongside him during the siege. However after the first wave he just kind of showed up ready to fight. Overall Gaius is an uninteresting character with conforming opinions and attitudes. Its unlikely that anyone would notice his death.
Location: Front Fort

Health: 10/10
Class: Legionnaire
Gear:
+ 2 [Pila] + 5 to ranged attacks, 1 use unless recovered and repaired
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
Inventory:
+ [Cloak] - Just a normal cloak, but for some reason you become even more unnoticeable when you put it on. + 10 to sneaking actions.
Bonus: [Unseen] - Enemies will not attack you unless you directly attack them, furthermore, people will not notice you unless you speak up or do something to make yourself known.

1-3. The time to move on had come. Having moved on this far Gaius would not turn back now. These women certainly were not of a sensible nature as there was no way that they had not noticed the vast warband that must have passed by not all too long ago, inhabiting a forest that regrew at an unnatural pace.

Eventually Gaius would reach the origin of the drum beat in the distance, however for now he would follow their hypnotic call.

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Rolled 65, 98, 74 = 237 (3d100)

>>2142263
Name: Agrobrigos Nantu Gallaeci
Fluff: Son of a Gallaeci Chief, ever since the Romans conquered our lands there has been relative peace in the region. Several revolts but relatively peaceful. The Romans let us conduct our affairs with little interruption, but they do when things don't go as they please, such as when certain clans attack other clans in their pocket. We were a powerful tribe before, but the wars took much of our power and playing by the rules have been hard. Agrobrigos partook in a raid deep into Roman territory with the Cantabrii and Asturii but, the raid failed and they were captured. His Clan's status allowed him to simply be taken as a hostage and he learned some of the Roman ways. After a few years, he realized that if he served in the army, he could gain land and send it home. This would give how clan the power it needed to become a dominant power, and possibly, free.
Class: Equites
Location: Front

Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
[Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
[Parma equestris] - 5 to all attacks against you
[Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
[British Longbow and Quiver]
[Horse] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory: [Clan Fetish] - A gift from your father, bearing the sigil of the clan and enchanted by the clan shaman. The Old Gods blessing's are with so long as it is close to your chest. + 5 to combat actions and 1 (read 1) saving roll for death per enemy champion you kill, you start with one.
[Troll Cock Stew and Tendies Recipe] - Requires 1 set of troll genitals, restores 2 health per serving.
Skill: ([Basic Cavalry Training]: + 5 to all actions involving your unit of Equites.); ([Basic Melee] - Enough hand to hand and close quarters combat training has made you compentant enough to know what you're doing in the thick of combat. + 5 to all melee combat rolls.)
Bonus: [Never Conquered] - Your people are proud and stubborn, which is why the Romans have had such difficulty subduing them. This wildness translates will into combat, wherein you can enter a trance during combat for 2 rounds, during which you do double damage to a single enemy target.
>15 to the initial charge of your Equite unit in the next combat encounter

1-2; Train with my Longbow, it will be useful to know how to properly handle such a bow (Stat bow pls)
3; Assist in tending to my wounded comrades. I don't know healing magic, but I do know first aid and how to treat wounds.

Rolled 97, 22, 65 = 184 (3d100)

>>2142270
Name:
Mark Lucenia Cicero
Fluff:
Mark was born to a humble family of farmers, they had been that way for many generations and did not have much hope of rising above that. At least that was until Mark. As a boy Mark was very capable and it led his parents to believe that he could go on to do great things. The hopes of his parents spurred him on and gave Mark the determination that he needed to reach for his goals. As soon as he could he joined the Empires forces as a soldier, and a promising one at that. He was young, fit and intuitive. Over his years of service he grew into a formidable soldier and a well respected man, Mark was able to rise through the ranks by developing his skills, body and mind through experience and rigurous training. Eventually rising to the ranks of an Equite he now lives to carry out his families wish.
Class:
Equite
Location:
Rear Fort
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Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Griffin (Pingue)] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory:
+ [Bronze Beet] - From humble roots do the mightiest trees grow, no one knows this better then a farmer. Will give you a reroll on fear checks, and remind you why you're here.
+ Golden Coin (Press into flesh when in need.)
Bonus: [Family Man] - Strong bonds at home, and the military is naught but a second home. The men of the legion are more likely to help you, for look at you not like a comrade, but a brother. + 15 to npc related rolls and +5 to all roles related to working with Legions.
>Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls cooperating with fellow griffin Riders
>Basic Swordsmanship (5/10)
>Bonded Griffin (1/10)
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1-2: Mark shall continue to help the wounded and needing among the men. If men begin to trip then he shall be there to make sure that they do not fall.

3: Also continue to bond with his Griffin. He shall be his best friend and greatest ally on the battlefield.

Rolled 35, 53, 33 = 121 (3d100)

>>2142237
Name: Vaughan Strycker
Fluff: Originally a lowly chicken thief after being caught Vaughan volunteered for the legions in lieu of corporal punishment. Known for surviving like a cockroach from basically any engagement and never having enough proof to name him a coward (there's always someones blood on his sword at the end of day) Vaughan has ascended to the rank of Standard Bearer in hopes that his uncanny survival ability will save him or he'll be revealed as a career deserter and face military tribunal.
Class: Standard Bearer
Location: Front fort
Health: 10/10

Gear: Standard Bearer – Inspires the men, lightly equipped and often a target because of the giant flag they carry, but the presence of their flag can turn the tide of battle.
Inventory:
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Pugio] – + 2 to melee rolls
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Serpent Standard] - + 10 to all pc actions around you
+ [Hair Gel recipe] - 1 part water, 2 parts pigs fat, and 3 parts horse semen. Last 5 turns and gives a - 15 to perception checks against you . (3 remaining)
+ [Eyepatch] - Taken from a sleeping bum, - 5 to perception checks against you, - 5 to combat rolls on account of the fact that you can't see out of it.
+ [Tight Caligae] - Specially laced so as to not come loose when running. Specially made by Vaughan's mother, bless her sole. + 15 to retreating actions.
+ 8 Goblin poison arrows

Bonus: [Uncanny Luck] - For some reason Vaughan always finds himself in the thick of combat, but never walks away with a scratch. Can dodge 1 killing blow per combat encounter.

1,2. Seeing as our hero is surrounded by unknown assailants and seperated from his heroic meat shields he does as anyone man of high intellect does and bolts it away from the chittering (these shoes are made for running +15)

2. Hoping that the gnomes can't see him through his perfect camoflauge Vaughan also throws some mud towards the water in the hopes that it'll get the attention of the little monsters and have them not chase him to the safety of the earths bowels

Rolled 34, 5, 82 = 121 (3d100)

>>2142270
Name: Morg Gleiz
Fluff: Morg was part of a local tribe, one who had gotten wealthy and prosperous helping the Empire. When the drums were heard the shamans of the tribe made a deal with Braxios. They would provide their stockpile of food and the services of some of their warriors, in exchange to be let through the wall and retreat deeper into the empire away from the menace. Despite there being disagreements on the matter, Baraxios was no fool in this case and accepted the bargain, knowing the extra men and food would be a great help for the coming fight.

Morg being a younger warrior and without a woman was left with the Legion. He was set to serve as a scout for them, as he was a hunter as well as warrior. Having spent all his life in these forests to make his way and life. He knows them well, and he is hoping the legionary's will let him sue it to both their advantages.

Class: Auxillary
>Basic Training: + 5 to combat rolls involving you and your shield brothers. All 30 of them.
Location: Front Fort
+ [Boar spear] +8 Melee, +0 cc
+ [Bow and Arrows] +5 ranged attacks
+ [Axe/hatchet] +5 melee, +8 cc
+ [Hunting Knives] +5 in melee and cc
+ [Hunting furs] -5 to attacks on me
Inventory:
+ [Goat Horn] - From the tribe, its bellows can sound from miles away, can be used to warn of impending danger.
Bonus: [Like the Trees] - A life in the wilderness, tracking, stalking, and killing prey much more keen of sense then man has made Morg a silent killer, who can fade into the woods as quickly as he appears. + 15 to stealth rolls in woods.

1. The Griffin knight is unlikely our man But make sure he is not quickly.

2. Gather my battle brothers.

3. Track that expedition down with them

Rolled 95, 9, 12 = 116 (3d100)

>>2142270
Name: Boar
Fluff: A "citizen soldier" of brutish looks and seemingly dull intelligence. However those who spend time around him often complain of his strangely watchful eyes which seem to always be drinking in all information around him. Commended in the past for sounding a horn in the night to warn of an ambush by barbarian forces. Boar continues his watch a loyal soldier even against all odds.
Class: Legionnaire
Location: Front
Health: 7/10
Gear: Legionnaire – A basic foot soldier, rank and file.
+ 2 [Pila] + 5 to ranged attacks, 1 use unless recovered and repaired
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
Inventory:
+ [Spyglass] - A trinket from the far west, a set of various size glasses that allow you to see far off things with clear vision.
+[Poisoned Arrowhead]
Bonus: [A Warning] - Almost like a 6th sense, you are somehow keenly aware of danger before it occurs.
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1-2. FUCK! Did that mage just fucking fall deeper into this thing! Something hungers down there but Boar will not leave a man behind, he will use charcoal to mark his way every 10 steps and so the descent begins.
3. Boar would utter a hushed prayer to Orcus to protect his descent.

Rolled 34, 50, 52 = 136 (3d100)

Name: Virgil Pyrrhenius Laurentinus
Fluff: A hardened fighter leading the charge and surviving through many a battle, Virgil has earned his way to the rank of centurion through a combination of luck, skill and smarts. He was from a noble family, raised to be a philosophers in the great academies of old, until the horrors of war struck and changed him. He still has much of the knowledge taught in the war colleges, and has an intimate knowledge of tactics and strategies that have turned the tide of past battles and will likely do so in the future. He is a strong leader of men as well, whipping his troops into a righteous fury to turn the tide of battle.
Class: Centurion
Location: Front Fort
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Health: 7/10 (+1/turn)
Gear: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Locket] - In this brass clasp is the last of what remains of your family, your wife and son, lost to the fires of war. Taken from you while you were on campaign in a foreign land. Those animals, from beyond the pass you currently find yourself in, they took her, and they did things to her, they made your son watch before slaughtering him as well. They will pay, every last on of their rotten kind will pay so long as Virgil watches over this world. Fighting against barbarians drives you into a unstoppable rage, giving you a passive + 10 to attack rolls and -10 to rolls against you, however any damage you do take is doubled.
Bonus: [The Voice of a Empire] - You chastise your men with the rage of Eurdan (Roma to citizens) itself, and the men are filled with the values she represents. Duty, Honor, Glory. + 15 to all soldiers and PCs within earshot, can be used once per combat encounter.
Other stuff:
-Basic Training - +5 to all rolls commanding your 50 legionaries
-Basic Gladius Skills - +5 to all rolls with just your gladius

1. Using the witness's knowledge along with looking through the records and talking to key witnesses I uncover I'll have a poster made of that traitorous standard bearer and hang it up on all the walls, especially around the gatehouses. Then I'll banish that fucker from the fort and let the wolves eat him. I'll have the message passed along to any nearby villages to ensure that if he is spotted that he's captured and brought to justice here.
2. That odd...singing along the walls has gotten too much. It can only mean sirens or witches of some sort, and if that's the case it can only mean bad things for the fortress. Let no one leave the fortress without prior authorization from a centurion and attempt to recall EVERYONE outside the walls that still has a mind of their own. Anyone who doesn't return will be punished.
3. In the meantime we'll occupy the people's time with training and self-improvement. I'll begin training my century further.

>>2142726

health should be fully healed by now too, I keep forgetting to update

Rolled 93, 33, 87 = 213 (3d100)

>>2142270
Name: Manuel of Cappadocia
Fluff: Firstborn son of the late King of Cappadocia, Maurice II. Robbed of his birthright by his younger brother Sarkis, he launched an ultimately failed rebellion, and afterwards, he was sent to the backwaters of the Empire as a military slave. Distinguishing himself through exceptional leadership and physical prowess, he climbed the ranks to become a general, yet was met with misfortune when he was caught trying to raise an army to take back his throne. Demoted and sent to the fortress, Manuel has been disgraced, but certainly not defeated. He aims to begin climbing the ranks again after proving himself in the siege.
Class: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Location: Front
Health: 10/10
Gear: Class: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Ring of Cappadocia] - Your father's last gift to you, on his deathbed when he granted you his kingdom, before your brother stole it from you and doomed your lands to war. The ring is an ancient artifact, and in times of great peril will protect its wearer. When below half health defensive bonuses are doubled, and the ring will save you from death one time in return for its destruction.
+ [Strange Egg]
Bonus: [Blue Blood] - Some men are just born to lead, some say its the will of the Gods, other say its just luck, either way you have a natural talent for it. + 10 to command actions.
>Basic Training: 3/5
>Basic Tactics: 4/5
>Loyalty: 4/10
>1 [Small favor] - Can be used to reroll one action involving training, training your men, or requisitioning supplies.
> + Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls commanding your 50 legionaries
1. Send letters to neighboring cities requesting manpower to both live as civilians in the fort and as soldiers. I will request for them to encourage movement to the fort and send parts of their garrison.
2. Continue training with my men with combat practice to prepare for the upcoming onslaught.
3. Study more tactical documents to improve my commanding ability.

>>2143010
By movement I mean civilian movement to work farms.

>>2143010
Just to be clear I want them to send men to eventually be in the army and the civilian workforce.

Rolled 16, 92, 95 = 203 (3d100)

>>2142270
Name: Caelum Alerius Airya

Location: Rear fort, Griffon Knight barracks
Health: 10/10
Gear:
+ [Sash] +5 to resolve to resolve tests to npcs near you
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Zhayed] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely eat unruly legionaries.

Inventory:
+ [Airya Pendant] - A sign of your family, respected in the Inner Provinces. You keep it however as remind of what you're defending, and why you're doing it. Honor, duty, such is the way of the Airya. + 10 To resolve test/fear rolls.
+ [Crown of the Preserver] - Awarded to those who have shielded and saved any of the citizens or allies. + 5 To NPC conversation and interaction rolls.

Bonus:
+ [Bonded Griffin] - While some would say that the Griffin is an unruly beast to smart for its own good, and unfit to be used as a beast of war, you would say otherwise, for your griffin Zhayed is more like a brother then a mount, and will defend you till its dying breath.
+ [Dramatic Posturing] - Can expend an action in combat to flaunt your stuff and grant a +10 to all who witness Zhayed's splendor that turn.
+ [Tranquility] - You have learned to become totally calm under fire, and it shows. - 5 to enemy attacks when mounted on Zhayed.
+ [Basic Training] - + 5 to all rolls cooperating with fellow griffin Riders

1. Basic Melee training 5/10
[Basic Training], [Crown of the Preserver](+10)

2. Advanced Training 7/10
"My peers have made good progress, but now it is time to put them to the test. Using a ball found lying around camp, We will play a game of catch in the air. The maneuvers and dives needed to catch the ball should be excellent practice"
[Basic Training], [Crown of the Preserver](+10)

3. Help ensure that people dont wander off into the forest
"That singing is beautiful, but just fucking creepy having it come out of the forest like that. Thank Zeus that the centurions have already noticed and have forbidden travel. I should help ensure that none wander off and to arrest those that try.
[Crown of the Preserver](+5)

Rolled 17, 44, 37 = 98 (3d100)

>>2143334
Name: Servius Silius
Fluff: Servius was a born slave, made to serve a foul cultist group, for years he was belittled, insulted and generally humiliated, he stole one of their tomes and learnt what little he could, he managed to learn some minor spells and made his plans, eventually he killed his master and escaped, now his masters corpse serves as a bodyguard, covered in full body armour so no one can figure out what lies beneath.
Class: Location: Front
Health: 10/10
Gear: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
[Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. 15 to casting rolls.
[Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
[Spells] – Raise Dead: Allows you to raise creatures of human size and down, a maximum of 3 human sized or 5 smaller creatures, and they last for 4 turns. 3 Turn cooldown.
[Minor Dread] - You instil fear into the minds of your foes, weaker willed ones, - 5 to all their rolls for the next turn. 1 turn cooldown.
[Drums of Doom] - Passive - 5 to enemy resolve tests near you, or you can focus it and apply a -15 buff to a single enemy, 1 turn cooldown for the latter.
>Followers:

Inventory:
Bonus: [Dark Child] - Your life of pain and experiences have taught you much of death, and you did more then just plot your escape all those years, you listened as well, and you learned. + 5 to dark arts casting.

Action 1: Soon the text will be understood, get some slaves so I can sacrifice them, this will boost my powers and thus my ability to figure out how to cast them.
Action 2: This blasted singing, it's disturbing my research, there has to be something to deal with this forest permanently. The undead rot, and soon the forest will lose all its beauty and become just like the dead. The sacrifices shall help me in this.
Action 3: These tomes must have some sort of answer, keep looking the answer shall reveal itself soon.

[Undead Mine] 2/10
Curse 5/10

>>2143747
Forgot to list bonuses that apply.
[Acolyte’s Cloak]
[Dark Child]

Rolled 83, 8, 71 = 162 (3d100)

>>2142270
Name: Batiatus Laetus
Fluff: A young warrior from a rich family, Batiatus feels more at home atop his noble steed Apollo than on the ground.
Class: Equite
Location: Front Fort
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Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Hasta] - + 10 to charging attacks from horseback, no bonus on foot (excluding calvary, which is + 10)
+ [Horse] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory:
+ [Saddle] - A gift to you from your father, who acquired it from a man trading goods from across the sea, where the slant-eyed men have lands almost as wonderous as the Empire itself. + 10 to actions on a horse.
Bonus: [Confident] - Batiatus has the vigor and arrogance of youth, but such things can replace skill in times of need. +5 to resolve/fear tests, + 10 to combat rolls when outnumbered.
+ [Neptune's Charge] - Do what the god of the Sea and Equines wills, or you will regret it.
+ [Advanced Training] - + 10 to rolls with fellow Equites.
>Bonded Mount: 9/10
>Basic Hasta Skills: 4/5
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1. Batiatus and his war-brothers begin their day as they always do - by training. Although some of the warriors seem nervous about the haunting melody from the woods, Batiatus laughs it off.

>Train with Equites
+10 Saddle

2. As the day wears on, Batiatus leaves the rest of his comrades to their training and takes Apollo on a nice ride through the fort. He chats idly with the horse as he does so, allowing his steed to feed on any goblin corpses they pass.

>Bond with Mount
+10 Saddle

3. That night at dinner, Batiatus notices that some of his equites seem subdued - chalking it up to fear of the sirens, the young nobleman attempts to bolster the confidence of his fellows with a speech - or, with a bad roll, some mediocre jokes.

>Bolster Resistance to Sirens
+10 cuz I trained them!!

Rolled 15, 36, 71 = 122 (3d100)

>>2142270
Health: 8/10
Gear: Magnus – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt. Magnus's prefer to specialize in sword and spell.
+ [Spells]
[Lighting Bolt] - The wrath of Juptier fills your hands as you summon forth a mighty bolt of lighting and hurl it at your foes, alternatively it can also be cast into the ground directly beneath your feet, but doing this will hurt both friend and foe in its area of effect. 3 Turn Cooldown.
+ 1/10 [Summon Storm]
+[Minor Lighting Enchantment] - + 5 to large enemies. Last for one combat encounter. 2 Turn Cooldown.

+ [Basic Training] + 5 to Rolls when cooperating with legionary forces.
Basic Melee: 3/10
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Parma Vexillifris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ Gladius Enchantment: Lighting - + 10 to large enemies. Last for one combat encounter
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
Inventory:
+ [Dog Collar] - All that was left of your furry friend, will summon forth said dog in a time of great peril, for a price.
Bonus: [Shaggy Eyes] - You feel a presence guiding you, watching you, you know not its will , but it seems to be helping you. + 10 to casting rolls.

1,2) YOU BETTER TAKE IT EASY BOY
3) Find some quite place away from the fort and tap into your power to try and summon a mighty storm

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>>2142345
1/2/3. The fall was long, and leo tumbled about 4 times before he finally hit the water below. It was oddly warm, and he swore he could see a faint orange light some distance under the surface. Near the shore he could just make out the shape of a man, running deeper into the cavern, and the sound of something(s?) skittering all around him.

>>2142354
1. Work picks up all around the wall as the men prepare for the inevitable next wave, and as the Sanctimonious singing reaches a fever pitch only miles from the wall. Vincentus, as one of the two commanders of the front section of the wall and its de facto siege master, orders his men to collect more pitch from the swamps behind the wall, which they oblige and return to with buckets and bucket of the stuff. Other centuries are sent on this task as well, thus returning with trifold the amount one century would bring it by itself.

> + 1/8 Ton of Pitch

2/3. Nothing at either forts gives you any idea if the man is there, in fact it would seem more probable now after 3 days of looking that he isn't at either fort. No one has left the fort for the empire, so he either went into the woods, or into the mountains...

>>2142365
1/2/3. Not hurting for cloth, metal or teeth you begin work on the standard. Your back hurts after a night of the centurions "lash" so your work is decent, but slow.

>New Standard 3/8

>>2142383
1/2/3. Leaving the bewildering witches behind, you leave for greener pastures deeper in the woods. Eventually the songs of the sirens fade and you began to notice snow falling. It is cold here, and you only have enough rabbit to last you 2 days if you ration it. The drums have grown louder though, and figures seem to stalk the woods, tall as trees and almost ethereal in appearance.

>>2142386
1/2. Setting up a target near the other archers of the auxiliaries you practice with your claimed bow. The archers, some Britons themselves, scoff at you, for they hardly expect a roman horsemen to be proficient with a bow, when the Romans themselves hardly used bows, leaving that task to auxiliaries like themselves. However, in grand fashion you amaze them all, including yourself, with skill even you did not know that you possess.

+ Basic Archery 4/5

3. After a day in the courtyard practicing the bow you retire to the infirmary. Most of the wounded here are of grievous injury, but you still use what decent knowledge of medicine you know to help those who remain to heal faster.

> 0.4% of casualties returned to wounded soldier classes over 50 in number

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>>2142388
>>2142388
1/2. The morning calls to Mark, and he spends it in the infirmary helping those who are too wounded to help themselves. It would appear the Lucenia is some sort of savant, as his tends the last few men still waiting on proper treatment, saving the lives of no less then 12 men.

>0.5% of casualties returned to wounded soldier classes over 50 in number

>>There are no more wounded that can be treated to return numbers to the garrison, all infirmary actions will now only speed up the recovery of the men already in there.

3. Mark returned to his griffin with the pieces of meat the hospital staff didn't feel like burying. Mostly goblin meat with some barbarian chunks thrown in. Mark tossed the scraps to his bird, which since a violent outburst and maiming of a small boy had to be pinned up when not being groomed or flown. The massive beast greedily gulped down the fresh meat, the gleam in his eye when he looks at you fading, replaced by a cold respect, and perhaps, thankfulness.

>Bonded Griffin 5/10

>>2142410
1/2. As any hero would do in such a situation, the valorous Vaughan bolts blazingly out of the Capacious cavern, the sordid sound of unknown umber shapes resounding behind him and he made his way deeper into the cavern, following the warm breeze that seems to cycle every few minutes, and rumble as well. Perhaps this was the way out, as hot air blew in from outside.

3. Picking up a handful of mud Vaughan heroic tosses it with all his might. Unbeknownst to him said mud would strike a comrade straight in the face, the rock inside of it drawing blood. It would seem that the chicken thief was at it again...

>>2142576
1. You quickly ponder the possibility that the Griffin rider would not only dress up as a lower rank, but also abandon his mount and risk his life to do some unknown task, you quickly rule this out as preposterous and bury the matter.

2. More pressingly, it would seem that none of your battle brothers answer your call to hunt. Clord, one who you would dare call a brother, is the only one who answers the call, and tells you that the rest of your clan has decided that you, and you alone, must hunt this man, the shaman has said it is so, and the stars show this as your path.

3. Alone you set out into the mountains above the forts, the cold wind biting at your cloak as you ascend once more into their frigid peaks. The group, a three man procession, is not very discreet in covering their tracks, and you quickly pick up trail. They are three days into the mountain by now, but as a smaller group, and not needing to rest as much, you can catch them in two.

>Tracking the Expedition: 2/3

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>>2142692
1/2. You follow your charge into the dark, but not ass over head as he did, rather you descend into the pit in a slow and controlled fashion. You hear him hit the water just as you reach the dropping point, a whole in the tunnel floor as wide as a house and seemingly borne from... fire? The stone around it is melted. You attach a rope you brought with you to a nearby rocky outcropping, tying it firmly around a column thicker then you are. You tug on it several times and then offer a prayer to Orcus, the oldest God of the Underworld, and most likely the only one to be concerned with this forgotten place, and then descend.

3. You slowly descend into the cavern, the light from the entrance of the tunnel showing the roof stretching out beyond you in all directions. This is massive, it might be as big as the mountain that sits over it, perhaps bigger then that. Your prayer, however, seems to be scorned as you hear it, quiet at first then horrifying loud in an instant. Its the sound of a rope snapping. You can't even scream as you suddenly find yourself falling down down down into the blackness. You finally strike the water, your armor absorbing most of the impact. You sink into the water, before swimming back up to the surface. You can hear the breathing of the mage next to as you break the water's surface, and the sound of someone else running, what seems like away, farther off. You then hear the sound of a man's grunt, an exertion of effort, then the whistling of something flying through the air fast. A rock slaps you firmly in the face, busting your nose and sending you down into the drink again. The mud that follows is insult to injury, as the much splashes into your face.

>>2142726
1. In a morning's work you manage to get a (crudely and awfully generic looking) portrait of the man you suspect to be guilty of murder, theft, dereliction of duty, abandoning of a post while under duress and most importantly, DESTROYING YOUR STANDARD. You have scribes make numerous copies of the poster and send it out amongst both forts and the village behind.

2. All new patrols outside the walls are cancelled, the gates are barred and any man seen trying to leave is thrown into the brig for the night. You shut down paths for those trying to enter the woods, and after the last patrol returns you loudly proclaim that you'll "Execute any man who ventures out from these walls until those BITCHES stop their WAILINGS!"

Some men appear to be somber, as tails have arisen of fine maidens in the woods who are offering to have relations with any man who enters.

3. To distract your men from the missed opportunity of magical puss, you instead resolve to drill them until they fall asleep.

"For the next week, this sword will be the only pussy you boys will be getting! Your days of finger-banging ol' Livia Ocellina Rotten-crotch are over!"

The men are spurred on by your rants and beatings, and shaping up into a real fighting unit!

>Advanced Training 4/10

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>>2143010
1. The letters are sent, now all you must do is wait for the reply. Though you are disgraced and in exile, your name still carries weight in the empire, and doubtlessly others will respond to your call for aid if they can. The first letter arrives at lunch, then another at training, several follow in dinner, and by nightfall no less then 2 cities, 6 villages, and 5 roving bands of mercenaries have responded to your call.

>PM me what you want in the reinforcements.

2. Training continues as the letters arrive, though the men know not of what they portend to so they falter in their training somewhat.

>I just realized I gave you another round of basic training, it should be advanced training. Your new progress is

>Advanced Training 5/10

3. The first collection of scrolls is finished, and you feel you have a much better grip of the flow of battle now.

> + Basic Tactics: + 5 to commanding large groups of soldiers

>>2143334
1. You can't seem to find your sword. You spend the entire morning looking for the damned thing and only manage to find it by the time a higher staff officer asks you what the hell you're doing not training.

>Basic Training does not apply here as this is training roll, which is a personal roll, nor does crown of the preserver.

2. This should be art, it looks like art, and men below clap as your squadron makes the simple act of passing a ball into a spectacle of the highest order. You are truly in sync as you act more like a single being then a collection of men and beasts.

+ Advanced Training: Replaces Basic Training, + 10 to rolls cooperating with your fellow griffin riders.

3. The gates are barred, the watches set with men that have been known to have not wandered into the woods yet, and now overhead a griffin soars quietly, his bright feathers shining in the moonlight. None would pass into the woods on this night, and indeed none did. The singing was sweetly sick to you however, and it takes all of your will to not turn the reins towards the forest and head into its warm embrace.

A voice speaks inside your head, the voice of a mother, long forgotten. The voice of a lover left behind. The voice of a childhood friend who you never forgot.

"Please... Caelum... Come home to me..."

>>2143747
1. It would seem that there are no slaves to be had at the frontal wall, or the rear fort for that matter. No free slaves at least. You'd have to get creative to get the blood you'll need for this ritual.

2. With no sacrifices yet you will have to do this yourself. Quickly however you realize this is too large a task for one man. Perhaps some servants would be useful, and there is still a rather large pile of goblin corpses just outside the wall...

3. The tomes are still as unhelpful as ever, but you do glimpse something that may be of use. Its a rot spell, a minor one at that, but if properly empowered it could possess the right effects you desire.

> + Minor Rot 2/5

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>>2144023
1. The men have learned all that can from training, but you feel their respect in you growing from your continued insistence that they become all that they can be.

>Loyalty 4/10

2. Apollo is nowhere to be seen after training, and you cannot find the damned horse for much of the afternoon. By the time you do find him, he has red stains around his mouth, and word reaches you of a fiery horse attacking something in the woods in the early afternoon.

3. Roaring laughter fills the dinnerhall as Batiatus renders his own impression of the melodious song in the distance, though it will do nothing to keep the men from falling prey to the witches spell, it will grant them a boon for the battle soon to follow.

+ 10 to Equites Resolve tests next battle (Siren Wave only)

>>2144028
1/2. Sleep takes you once again, and you rest soundly.

>Health 10/10 (you could have seen a doctor and gotten the passive heal buff everyone else did my man.)

3. The woods were quiet, and you left early in the morning to sleep among the trees. Later that night when you awake the clouds overhead are black and angry. It takes little coaxing on your end to make bright flashes appear in the sky, at least you think its you...

>Summon Storm: 4/15

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Day 11, Week 2

The Commanders of the Frontal Fort, seeing that some of their men had spent a longer then comfortable time in the woods, and the increasingly loud sound of the song from the woods. Supernatural occurrences seem to be spiking as well, as a storm rages throughout the night, and flaming horses have been reported to be ranging in the woods.

Status of the Frontal Fortress:
>Supplies:
3 Weeks of Food
6 Weeks of Water
3/4 Ton of Wood
1/4 Ton of Stone and mortar
Feed for Horses

>Garrison
538 Legionaries + 24 Wounded
11 Centurions + 2 Wounded
13 Acolytes + 2 Wounded
225 Auxiliaries + 14 wounded
100 Equites
180 Camp followers and Laborers + 20 Wounded

>Fortifications
Towers 1-6 Health: 10/10
Wall Health: 49/50
6 Onagers
12 Ballista
1 Scorpion
185 Onager Rounds
485 Ballista Bolts
30 Scorpion Bolts
3/16 Ton of Pitch

Rear Fortress:
1 Year of Food
Water from Well: Untainted
2 Tons of Wood
1 & 1/2 Tons of Stone and mortar

>Garrison:
4400 Legionaries
82 Centurions
45 Acolytes
800 Camp Followers
2250 Auxiliaries
400 Equites
15 Griffin Knights

>Fortifications
Outer wall: 48/50
Inner wall: 50/50
Towers 1-8: 9/10

>I'll need all players that are at the frontal fort to roll a extra 1d100 with their post, with special instructions for them if they roll below a 30

Rolled 30, 32, 50 = 112 (3d100)

>>2152640
Name: Boar
Fluff: A "citizen soldier" of brutish looks and seemingly dull intelligence. However those who spend time around him often complain of his strangely watchful eyes which seem to always be drinking in all information around him. Commended in the past for sounding a horn in the night to warn of an ambush by barbarian forces. Boar continues his watch a loyal soldier even against all odds.
Class: Legionnaire
Location: Front
Health: 7/10
Gear: Legionnaire – A basic foot soldier, rank and file.
+ 2 [Pila] + 5 to ranged attacks, 1 use unless recovered and repaired
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
Inventory:
+ [Spyglass] - A trinket from the far west, a set of various size glasses that allow you to see far off things with clear vision.
+[Poisoned Arrowhead]
Bonus: [A Warning] - Almost like a 6th sense, you are somehow keenly aware of danger before it occurs.
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1. Get out of the water and light a fucking torch if I'm able.
2-3. Drag the retard mage out of the water and get a good grip on the surroundings, ready to stab anything that moves.

Rolled 89, 85, 99, 7 = 280 (4d100)

>>2153264
Name: Batiatus Laetus
Fluff: A young warrior from a rich family, Batiatus feels more at home atop his noble steed Apollo than on the ground.
Class: Equite
Location: Front Fort
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Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Hasta] - + 10 to charging attacks from horseback, no bonus on foot (excluding calvary, which is + 10)
+ [Horse] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory:
+ [Saddle] - A gift to you from your father, who acquired it from a man trading goods from across the sea, where the slant-eyed men have lands almost as wonderous as the Empire itself. + 10 to actions on a horse.
Bonus: [Confident] - Batiatus has the vigor and arrogance of youth, but such things can replace skill in times of need. +5 to resolve/fear tests, + 10 to combat rolls when outnumbered.
+ [Neptune's Charge] - Do what the god of the Sea and Equines wills, or you will regret it.
+ [Advanced Training] - + 10 to rolls with fellow Equites.
+ 10 to Equites Resolve tests next battle (Siren Wave only)
>Bonded Mount: 9/10
>Basic Hasta Skills: 4/5
>Loyalty: 4/10
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1. Batiatus broods through the night as thunder booms and lightning snaps through the air in bright gashes - when the order comes to stay inside the walls, it doesn't affect him much. He's thinking about Apollo .. and those smears of blood. The next morning, Batiatus walks quickly to the stables and wastes no time in securing his steed. "Hey, pal - " He says, holding meat secreted away from his breakfast. "Want to go for a ride?"

>Bond with Apollo

2. Condemning now his orders to stay behind the wall, Batiatus rides the horse around with his hasta leveled - he seems focused on training with his own weapon, unique enough among his spatha wielding comrades to warrant working solo.

>Train with Hasta

3. The men are afraid, as always - Batiatus knows how to handle it. He gathers the Equites atop their mounts, summoning even those rare friends who ride griffins, and speaks to them of loyalty - to their homeland, to their families, to each other. It is not weapons training - but if he's lucky, it may be better use of his time than a week of drills.

>Bond with Equites / Train Loyalty

4. Music on the wind ..
Confidence - +5

Rolled 57, 30, 88, 36 = 211 (4d100)

>>2153264
Name: Manuel of Cappadocia
Fluff: Firstborn son of the late King of Cappadocia, Maurice II. Robbed of his birthright by his younger brother Sarkis, he launched an ultimately failed rebellion, and afterwards, he was sent to the backwaters of the Empire as a military slave. Distinguishing himself through exceptional leadership and physical prowess, he climbed the ranks to become a general, yet was met with misfortune when he was caught trying to raise an army to take back his throne. Demoted and sent to the fortress, Manuel has been disgraced, but certainly not defeated. He aims to begin climbing the ranks again after proving himself in the siege.
Class: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Location: Front
Health: 10/10
Gear: Class: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Ring of Cappadocia] - Your father's last gift to you, on his deathbed when he granted you his kingdom, before your brother stole it from you and doomed your lands to war. The ring is an ancient artifact, and in times of great peril will protect its wearer. When below half health defensive bonuses are doubled, and the ring will save you from death one time in return for its destruction.
+ [Strange Egg]
Bonus: [Blue Blood] - Some men are just born to lead, some say its the will of the Gods, other say its just luck, either way you have a natural talent for it. + 10 to command actions.
>Advanced Training 5/10
>Loyalty: 4/10
>1 [Small favor] - Can be used to reroll one action involving training, training your men, or requisitioning supplies.
> + Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls commanding your 50 legionaries
> + Basic Tactics: + 5 to commanding large groups of soldiers
1. Continue training my men
2. Sit around with my men and share backstories to kindle comradely
3. Go through endurance training to increase the amount of damage l can take

>>2153427
comradery*

Rolled 29, 71, 1 = 101 (3d100)

>>2152503
Name: Vaughan Strycker
Fluff: Originally a lowly chicken thief after being caught Vaughan volunteered for the legions in lieu of corporal punishment. Known for surviving like a cockroach from basically any engagement and never having enough proof to name him a coward (there's always someones blood on his sword at the end of day) Vaughan has ascended to the rank of Standard Bearer in hopes that his uncanny survival ability will save him or he'll be revealed as a career deserter and face military tribunal.
Class: Standard Bearer
Location: Front fort
Health: 10/10

Gear: Standard Bearer – Inspires the men, lightly equipped and often a target because of the giant flag they carry, but the presence of their flag can turn the tide of battle.
Inventory:
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Pugio] – + 2 to melee rolls
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Eyepatch] - Taken from a sleeping bum, - 5 to perception checks against you, - 5 to combat rolls on account of the fact that you can't see out of it.
+ [Tight Caligae] - Specially laced so as to not come loose when running. Specially made by Vaughan's mother, bless her sole. + 15 to retreating actions.
+ 8 Goblin poison arrows

Bonus: [Uncanny Luck] - For some reason Vaughan always finds himself in the thick of combat, but never walks away with a scratch. Can dodge 1 killing blow per combat encounter.

1,2. While the wind moving is obviously not the outside world considering outside is cold and it's hot (our brave hero can tell the difference between temperatures) and actually a monster or maybe some kind of other terrifying thing and maybe getting close to it will scare off the horrible gremlins intent on stabbing and/or eating me

3. Also try to find something to throw at the little monsters like a rock or something, maybe I get one in the eye and they stop chasing me

Rolled 67, 20, 89, 5 = 181 (4d100)

>>2152503
Name: Morg Gleiz
Fluff: Morg was part of a local tribe, one who had gotten wealthy and prosperous helping the Empire. When the drums were heard the shamans of the tribe made a deal with Braxios. They would provide their stockpile of food and the services of some of their warriors, in exchange to be let through the wall and retreat deeper into the empire away from the menace. Despite there being disagreements on the matter, Baraxios was no fool in this case and accepted the bargain, knowing the extra men and food would be a great help for the coming fight.

Morg being a younger warrior and without a woman was left with the Legion. He was set to serve as a scout for them, as he was a hunter as well as warrior. Having spent all his life in these forests to make his way and life. He knows them well, and he is hoping the legionary's will let him sue it to both their advantages.

Class: Auxillary
>Basic Training: + 5 to combat rolls involving you and your shield brothers. All 30 of them.
Location: Front Fort
>Tracking the Expedition: 2/3
+ [Boar spear] +8 Melee, +0 cc
+ [Bow and Arrows] +5 ranged attacks
+ [Axe/hatchet] +5 melee, +8 cc
+ [Hunting Knives] +5 in melee and cc
+ [Hunting furs] -5 to attacks on me
Inventory:
+ [Goat Horn] - From the tribe, its bellows can sound from miles away, can be used to warn of impending danger.
Bonus: [Like the Trees] - A life in the wilderness, tracking, stalking, and killing prey much more keen of sense then man has made Morg a silent killer, who can fade into the woods as quickly as he appears. + 15 to stealth rolls in woods.

1. Since the shaman has interpreted the Gods' will is for me to hunt this bastard down and bring retribution on his head for his crimes, perhaps now they are more receptive to my hunt? Pray to them.

2-3. Continue to track the man down. So close now.
>Tracking the Expedition: 2/3

4. Sing song roll assuming me being in the mountains makes me still in range.

Rolled 81, 91, 55 = 227 (3d100)

>>2151972
>Name: Antorius Damocles
>Fluff: The son of a Legion Smith and a Seamstress, his talent at magic was discovered early on in his apprenticeship under his father. Between his experience as a smith and his magical skill, he was more or less fast tracked into the crafting of magical items. This turned out to be...a bad idea. He has an almost savant-like talent at making things explode. Very, very well. The Artificer's Hall of his Academy was rebuilt more than once during his tenure there. Instead of being viewed as a loss, however, this natural skill at spontaneous destruction was honed, refined, and given entirely new scope. Now on the front line, The hardly-a-man Antorius has dozens of notes and concepts ready to be tested on the endless hordes of Goblins.
>Class: Acolyte
>Location: Front Fort
>-- Do not fill in –
Health: 10/10
Class: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
Gear:
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls

+ [Spells] - [Minor Explosion] - Using your mind you can force small items apart into many fragments, at medium speeds. 2 turn cooldown.
[Minor Destruction Enchantment] - You can, by carving a small sigil into an object, bind your minor destruction spell into it for a period of 3 turns, and upon coming into forceful contact with another object, will suffer the same effects as a cast of your minor destruction spell. 3 turn cooldown.
[Controlled Minor Destruction] - Your fragmentation spell can now be controlled at your whim.

Inventory:
+ [Smith's Hammer] - A hammer from your father, worn from use but possessing a special talent for smithing. + 10 to smithing rolls
+ [Basic Smithy] - Useful for taking shit iron and making it into something that isn't shit. Not useful for basically anything else.
Bonus: [Explosivo] - You possess and uncanny ability to destroy with your spells, and are adept at finding new ways to destroy with new spells. + 5 to casting rolls for telekinetic destruction spells, + 5 to research into new kin

1-3. Disgruntled muttering 2: Electric Boogalo. Continue working on the standard

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>2153754
Extra 100, missed that. Sorry.

Rolled 78, 36, 79, 15 = 208 (4d100)

>>2152503
Name:
Mark Lucenia Cicero
Fluff:
Mark was born to a humble family of farmers, they had been that way for many generations and did not have much hope of rising above that. At least that was until Mark. As a boy Mark was very capable and it led his parents to believe that he could go on to do great things. The hopes of his parents spurred him on and gave Mark the determination that he needed to reach for his goals. As soon as he could he joined the Empires forces as a soldier, and a promising one at that. He was young, fit and intuitive. Over his years of service he grew into a formidable soldier and a well respected man, Mark was able to rise through the ranks by developing his skills, body and mind through experience and rigurous training. Eventually rising to the ranks of an Equite he now lives to carry out his families wish.
Class:
Equite
Location:
Rear Fort
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Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Griffin (Pingue)] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory:
+ [Bronze Beet] - From humble roots do the mightiest trees grow, no one knows this better then a farmer. Will give you a reroll on fear checks, and remind you why you're here.
+ Golden Coin (Press into flesh when in need.)
Bonus: [Family Man] - Strong bonds at home, and the military is naught but a second home. The men of the legion are more likely to help you, for look at you not like a comrade, but a brother. + 15 to npc related rolls and +5 to all roles related to working with Legions.
>Basic Training: + 5 to all rolls cooperating with fellow griffin Riders
>Basic Swordsmanship (5/10)
>Bonded Griffin (5/10)
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1: Now that I have done all that I have can with the men I must take a break to continue my training with my Spatha.

2: Along with continuing my Sword training I shall carry out some drills with Pingue in order to build our relationship and inspire the men.

3: Continue to bond with Pingue, he is my best friend in these forts and should get all of the credit he deserves. Without him I would not be able to provide help to so many people.

4: Resolve Check

Rolled 29, 88, 58 = 175 (3d100)

Name: Virgil Pyrrhenius Laurentinus
Fluff: A hardened fighter leading the charge and surviving through many a battle, Virgil has earned his way to the rank of centurion through a combination of luck, skill and smarts. He was from a noble family, raised to be a philosophers in the great academies of old, until the horrors of war struck and changed him. He still has much of the knowledge taught in the war colleges, and has an intimate knowledge of tactics and strategies that have turned the tide of past battles and will likely do so in the future. He is a strong leader of men as well, whipping his troops into a righteous fury to turn the tide of battle.
Class: Centurion
Location: Front Fort
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Health: 10/10
Gear: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Locket] - In this brass clasp is the last of what remains of your family, your wife and son, lost to the fires of war. Taken from you while you were on campaign in a foreign land. Those animals, from beyond the pass you currently find yourself in, they took her, and they did things to her, they made your son watch before slaughtering him as well. They will pay, every last on of their rotten kind will pay so long as Virgil watches over this world. Fighting against barbarians drives you into a unstoppable rage, giving you a passive + 10 to attack rolls and -10 to rolls against you, however any damage you do take is doubled.
Bonus: [The Voice of a Empire] - You chastise your men with the rage of Eurdan (Roma to citizens) itself, and the men are filled with the values she represents. Duty, Honor, Glory. + 15 to all soldiers and PCs within earshot, can be used once per combat encounter.
Other stuff:
-Basic Training - +5 to all rolls commanding your 50 legionaries
-Basic Gladius Skills - +5 to all rolls with just your gladius
In Progress: Advanced Training: 4/10

1-2. I noticed the men are feeling a bit...out of it...as of late. I'd bet my left nut that those fucking songs are messing with their minds. I'll take some of the men to the doctor's to see if there's anything wrong with them. Maybe even a magnus if it's as bad as I think it is.
3. Time to train the men further. Come on you maggots, let's see you work for once instead of daydreaming about old green-skinned grannies in the woods. (Advanced Training: 4/10)

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>2154177

Resolve

Rolled 51, 54, 53 = 158 (3d100)

>>2153264
Name: Caelum Alerius Airya

Location: Rear fort, Griffon Knight barracks
Health: 10/10
Gear:
+ [Sash] +5 to resolve to resolve tests to npcs near you
+ [Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
+ [Parma equestris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
+ [Zhayed] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely eat unruly legionaries.

Inventory:
+ [Airya Pendant] - A sign of your family, respected in the Inner Provinces. You keep it however as remind of what you're defending, and why you're doing it. Honor, duty, such is the way of the Airya. + 10 To resolve test/fear rolls.
+ [Crown of the Preserver] - Awarded to those who have shielded and saved any of the citizens or allies. + 5 To NPC conversation and interaction rolls.

Bonus:
+ [Bonded Griffin] - While some would say that the Griffin is an unruly beast to smart for its own good, and unfit to be used as a beast of war, you would say otherwise, for your griffin Zhayed is more like a brother then a mount, and will defend you till its dying breath.
+ [Dramatic Posturing] - Can expend an action in combat to flaunt your stuff and grant a +10 to all who witness Zhayed's splendor that turn.
+ [Tranquility] - You have learned to become totally calm under fire, and it shows. - 5 to enemy attacks when mounted on Zhayed.
+ [Advanced Training] - + 10 to all rolls cooperating with fellow griffin Riders

1. Basic Melee training 5/10
"Fucking hell how did I lose my sword, I found it in the most random place too. It was in a chicken coop. With everyone raving about chickens lately I think we have offended some poultry spirit. Perhaps the new standard should be a fox so that the new spirit of the century can just eat it and save us all the trouble."

2/3. Pray to Venus
"I heard voices last night begging me to go to the forest and abandon my post, but I could never do that. I am Airya and I will not waver in the line of duty, but it does not make it any easier. All those I cared about I was forced to leave behind and fulfill the role that I was destined for. To have these feelings corrupted by some hag witch disgusts me. I need to pray to the highest form of femininity and love by beseeching Venus to counter this foul perversion and hope that others find similar fulfillment through it, so that their hearts are not exploited."

Rolled 86, 97, 14, 98 = 295 (4d100)

>>2153264

Name: Vincentus Lucius Dedicatus
Fluff: A veteran of numerous campaigns, Vincentus has been hailed as both a stalwart servant of the Empire and a greedy gorehound. Notorious for prying gold and riches from the corpses of men he slays, Vincentus leads his men with an iron fist and an unshakable zeal, thirsty for greater glory and gold. He yet remains unmarried, and it's an open secret that he's quite fond of slave men, for if he got himself a wife he'd have to share his riches. He eagerly awaits his retirement, whereupon he has plans to retire in the capital and live as a decadent patrician for the rest of his days... if he survives the siege, that is.
Class: Centurion
Location: Front Fort

Health: 10/10
Gear: Centurion – A commander, leads men from the front.
+ [Scutum] - 5 to attack rolls against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ [Lorica plumata] - 15 to attacks against you
+ [Vitis] + 10 to soldiers rolls near you, provided you use it to beat them
Inventory:
+ [Small Sack of Gold And Gemstones]
+ [Sack of Gold] - Even out here, men can be persuaded to do unthinkable things for the right price. 1 time use.
Bonus: [War-Dog] - Vincentus has seen more battles then years he has lived, he's slain more men on the field of battle then he has in the tents at camps. For men like him, war isn't a chore, but a way of life. + 10 to all combat rolls (personal).

1. Send some of our greener men into the mountains, scouring the caves for any sign of the chicken-smelling standard bearer. They are to find him, and they are to bring him, beaten and bloodied, back to the fort.

2. Some strange song is continuing to tempt our men, drawing them into the forest. What a bunch of -nonsense-! Have some wax plugs made and stick them in the men's damn ears. Perhaps that'll keep them rooted in one place.

3. Whip the acolyte that's making our standard, >>2153754 , to encourage him to do his -best- work. +10 Vitis

4. Song roll. +Rampant Homosexuality?

Rolled 52, 59, 86, 68 = 265 (4d100)

>>2153264
Health: 10/10
Gear: Magnus – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt. Magnus's prefer to specialize in sword and spell.
+ [Spells]
[Lighting Bolt] - The wrath of Juptier fills your hands as you summon forth a mighty bolt of lighting and hurl it at your foes, alternatively it can also be cast into the ground directly beneath your feet, but doing this will hurt both friend and foe in its area of effect. 3 Turn Cooldown.
+ 4/10 [Summon Storm]
+[Minor Lighting Enchantment] - + 5 to large enemies. Last for one combat encounter. 2 Turn Cooldown.

+ [Basic Training] + 5 to Rolls when cooperating with legionary forces.
Basic Melee: 3/10
+ [Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. + 15 to casting rolls.
+ [Parma Vexillifris] - 5 too all attacks against you
+ [Lorica hamata] - 5 to attacks against you
+ [Gladius] + 5 to melee attacks
+ Gladius Enchantment: Lighting - + 10 to large enemies. Last for one combat encounter
+ [Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
Inventory:
+ [Dog Collar] - All that was left of your furry friend, will summon forth said dog in a time of great peril, for a price.
Bonus: [Shaggy Eyes] - You feel a presence guiding you, watching you, you know not its will , but it seems to be helping you. + 10 to casting rolls.

1,2) Train moar storm
3) Train moar swordfighting.

>>2157243
+ 4/10 [Summon Storm]
Sorry thats apparently 4/15

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Rolled 41, 33, 21 = 95 (3d100)

>>2151972
Name: Agrobrigos Nantu Gallaeci
Fluff: Son of a Gallaeci Chief, ever since the Romans conquered our lands there has been relative peace in the region. Several revolts but relatively peaceful. The Romans let us conduct our affairs with little interruption, but they do when things don't go as they please, such as when certain clans attack other clans in their pocket. We were a powerful tribe before, but the wars took much of our power and playing by the rules have been hard. Agrobrigos partook in a raid deep into Roman territory with the Cantabrii and Asturii but, the raid failed and they were captured. His Clan's status allowed him to simply be taken as a hostage and he learned some of the Roman ways. After a few years, he realized that if he served in the army, he could gain land and send it home. This would give how clan the power it needed to become a dominant power, and possibly, free.
Class: Equites
Location: Front

Health: 10/10
Gear: Equites – Calvary troops, though not as useful when the actual siege is occurring, they will be useful for harrying supply trains and siege constructions.
[Lorica segmentata] - 10 to attacks against you
[Parma equestris] - 5 to all attacks against you
[Spatha] + 10 to melee attacks, + 5 in CCQ
[British Longbow and Quiver]
[Horse] – A mount which you must take care of, and if food runs out will most likely become food.
Inventory: [Clan Fetish] - A gift from your father, bearing the sigil of the clan and enchanted by the clan shaman. The Old Gods blessing's are with so long as it is close to your chest. + 5 to combat actions and 1 (read 1) saving roll for death per enemy champion you kill, you start with one.
[Troll Cock Stew and Tendies Recipe] - Requires 1 set of troll genitals, restores 2 health per serving.
Skill: ([Basic Cavalry Training]: + 5 to all actions involving your unit of Equites.); ([Basic Melee] - Enough hand to hand and close quarters combat training has made you compentant enough to know what you're doing in the thick of combat. + 5 to all melee combat rolls.)
Bonus: [Never Conquered] - Your people are proud and stubborn, which is why the Romans have had such difficulty subduing them. This wildness translates will into combat, wherein you can enter a trance during combat for 2 rounds, during which you do double damage to a single enemy target.
>15 to the initial charge of your Equite unit in the next combat encounter

1; Train Longbow. 4/5
2; Comrades recover
3; Pray to the Gods for good fortune and victory in our next battle. Allow me to protect my comrades from harm and keep the wall from being taken. Allow me to inspire my brothers to stay steadfast in the face of the enemy. Keep our Horses calm as we break their ranks and then their bones beneath us. I dedicated all who I slay in the battle to you all and I pledge a sacrifice to each of you after the battle. I know you are all jealous, but if the wall falls, then they will destroy your flock and all trace of your existence.

Rolled 93, 62, 89, 73 = 317 (4d100)

>>2152864
Name: Servius Silius
Fluff: Servius was a born slave, made to serve a foul cultist group, for years he was belittled, insulted and generally humiliated, he stole one of their tomes and learnt what little he could, he managed to learn some minor spells and made his plans, eventually he killed his master and escaped, now his masters corpse serves as a bodyguard, covered in full body armour so no one can figure out what lies beneath.
Class: Location: Front
Health: 10/10
Gear: Acolyte – Battle Wizards of the Army, as this is a new regiment it does not possess the truly mighty wizards of the older legions, but their skill in battle is nothing to doubt.
[Acolyte’s Cloak] – Provides no physical protection but is enchanted to enhance spell casting. 15 to casting rolls.
[Pugio] – A dagger, + 2 to melee rolls
[Spells] – Raise Dead: Allows you to raise creatures of human size and down, a maximum of 3 human sized or 5 smaller creatures, and they last for 4 turns. 3 Turn cooldown.
[Minor Dread] - You instil fear into the minds of your foes, weaker willed ones, - 5 to all their rolls for the next turn. 1 turn cooldown.
[Drums of Doom] - Passive - 5 to enemy resolve tests near you, or you can focus it and apply a -15 buff to a single enemy, 1 turn cooldown for the latter.
>Followers:

Inventory:
Bonus: [Dark Child] - Your life of pain and experiences have taught you much of death, and you did more then just plot your escape all those years, you listened as well, and you learned. + 5 to dark arts casting.

Action 1: Soon the undead mines shall be active, it'll buy us neccessary time for the incomming battle.
Action 2: The forest shall be cursed for an eterenity never to recover, it's roots will wither and die and it's inhabitants will never be strong again, the very water they use to survive will be turnt against them, i cast upon you. the curse of rot!
Action 3: Keep working at this rot spell.

[Undead Mine] 2/10
Curse 5/10
Minor Rot 2/5