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7/8/2025, 5:45:38 PM
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considering how PicRelated managed to convince so many normies to side with the legion just because he argumented from his POV leads me to believe that
Either games lack in Just talking to the antagonist or Gamers are retards. Probably both
considering how PicRelated managed to convince so many normies to side with the legion just because he argumented from his POV leads me to believe that
Either games lack in Just talking to the antagonist or Gamers are retards. Probably both
5/24/2025, 3:32:46 AM
“Farming equipment, of course. The Legion is hungry and its farms are ever expanding.”
He looks like he’s about to elaborate when a bell goes off somewhere and the group immediately depart and begin packing up their stalls. Not wanting to stand out, you follow a small group through a side street. As you walk by a darkened alley, a set of strong hands grab you and pull you in.
But you’re too quick for him and you immediately reverse the grip and shove him against the adobe wall, putting a knife up to his neck.
I YIELD! Courier, I have a message from Legate Lanius, I mean no harm!
You step back and regard the man before you. He’s closer to a boy but wears the uniform of a recruit legionary,
[Speak.]
I was told to tell the man with Vulpes, “Let the scalpel slip. You will have your reward.” I must be going before the wolf sees me talking to you. I apologize!
The young man runs further down the alley before taking a turn and disappearing out of sight. You have a thought of following him before deciding against it. It seems Lanius doesn’t want Caesar living to see the next morning.
The two of you leave shortly after, no words exchanged between the two of you. That evening, you finally spot the sprawling town of tents clustered around what you recognize as Caesar’s tent.
Vulpes leads you to a waiting group of what he tells you are Praetorians and departs as silently as he arrived.
Caesar awaits you, Courier. Time is of an essence.
[Lead on then, I want to get this over with.]
Caesar's elite guards lead you through the camp, past the slave pens, training grounds, blacksmith forges. You never saw the entirety of the legions camp but remember it was a mobile city. It seems the Legion never rests. Arriving at the tent in the center of the camp, you're waved in and enter the belly of the beast.
The walls of the tent are filled with Praetorian guards, all equipped with the deadly ballistic fists. An older man with greying hair in a decorated Praetorian uniform approaches.
You are the Courier. I am Lucius, commander of the Praetorian Guard. I hope you're ready to get to work, the operation cannot wait much longer. If the surgery is successful, your boon will be discussed by Caesar and I. Follow.
Lucius leads you into an adjacent tent connected to the main area. Inside is Caesar lying on a hospital bed wearing a clear medical gown. Surrounding him is any medical instrument that you could imagine. It seems he spared no cost for his own well being. Inside the tent are also a few other individuals dressed in surgery scrubs. Seems like you have helpers.
Surprisingly, Caesar is conscious. He looks like hammered shit though. His skin is sickly pale with perspiration all along his brow, but his eyes are healthy, piercing into you as you enter the surgery area.
He looks like he’s about to elaborate when a bell goes off somewhere and the group immediately depart and begin packing up their stalls. Not wanting to stand out, you follow a small group through a side street. As you walk by a darkened alley, a set of strong hands grab you and pull you in.
But you’re too quick for him and you immediately reverse the grip and shove him against the adobe wall, putting a knife up to his neck.
I YIELD! Courier, I have a message from Legate Lanius, I mean no harm!
You step back and regard the man before you. He’s closer to a boy but wears the uniform of a recruit legionary,
[Speak.]
I was told to tell the man with Vulpes, “Let the scalpel slip. You will have your reward.” I must be going before the wolf sees me talking to you. I apologize!
The young man runs further down the alley before taking a turn and disappearing out of sight. You have a thought of following him before deciding against it. It seems Lanius doesn’t want Caesar living to see the next morning.
The two of you leave shortly after, no words exchanged between the two of you. That evening, you finally spot the sprawling town of tents clustered around what you recognize as Caesar’s tent.
Vulpes leads you to a waiting group of what he tells you are Praetorians and departs as silently as he arrived.
Caesar awaits you, Courier. Time is of an essence.
[Lead on then, I want to get this over with.]
Caesar's elite guards lead you through the camp, past the slave pens, training grounds, blacksmith forges. You never saw the entirety of the legions camp but remember it was a mobile city. It seems the Legion never rests. Arriving at the tent in the center of the camp, you're waved in and enter the belly of the beast.
The walls of the tent are filled with Praetorian guards, all equipped with the deadly ballistic fists. An older man with greying hair in a decorated Praetorian uniform approaches.
You are the Courier. I am Lucius, commander of the Praetorian Guard. I hope you're ready to get to work, the operation cannot wait much longer. If the surgery is successful, your boon will be discussed by Caesar and I. Follow.
Lucius leads you into an adjacent tent connected to the main area. Inside is Caesar lying on a hospital bed wearing a clear medical gown. Surrounding him is any medical instrument that you could imagine. It seems he spared no cost for his own well being. Inside the tent are also a few other individuals dressed in surgery scrubs. Seems like you have helpers.
Surprisingly, Caesar is conscious. He looks like hammered shit though. His skin is sickly pale with perspiration all along his brow, but his eyes are healthy, piercing into you as you enter the surgery area.
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