I know I shame myself with these words, and I do not care. We are trained to stare death in the face without flinching. We have endured death, resurrection, monstrosities, and madness on this island. But I cannot go back to the Ennead. I cannot lead more Romans into this unnatural realm. \n\nEach breath was a trial. Even the cobwebs seemed to resent our passage. The shifting walls and silent, staring guardians offered no awe, only a nameless dread. I knew it in my bones: we were being watched, and by something with no love for humans.

On the Breaching of the Ennead

Legionnaire Scout's Report

The Praetorians whisper among themselves around the evening campfires. Nobody eats much, and I sleep with my sword within reach.   \n\nMessengers race between our camp and Charmion’s, to no avail. Last night, I couldn’t help overhearing raised voices from the Legatus’s tent. Yet he said nothing. Just sat in stoic silence, listening to the priests and captains shouting obscenities at each other. \n\nAll I can do is pray that the Legatus decides soon, and wisely. I even made an offering to mighty Mars…to grant us victory at arms, should the worst come to pass.

The calm before the storm

Unhappy Discord

The Ennead must be sealed. \n\nAll further excavations and explorations of the ruin are expressly forbidden. Praetorians will guard all known entrances. Any trespassers will be driven off by force. \n\nI, Lucius Crassus, command this by my authority as Legatus of the 19th Legion. I will personally see that it is enforced. Should the worst befall me, it is my wish that my son Evandrus lead the Legion, if they accept and acclaim him.

A centuries-old page with a broken seal

A Legatus's Duty

The sandswept and sunscorched desert in the West, and the last known home of the Ancients

The Legion's Tale Chapter - NWGuide Database of Lore

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