Septimus of Rome
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Mr. Trinidade (black) and
Mr. Trinidade (black) and
Mr. Rivas (red)
Septimus, Legionnaire, now Centurion
54 BCE
The crossing of the Oceanus Britannicus was rough, but no rumor nor story from my senior soldiers could have prepared my eyes for the sheer bone-white cliffs of Dubris. The high walls were a daunting, grave sign, that chilled my flesh with the cold of the sea. This place was so very far from my home and the warm shores of Rome.
54 BCE
The crossing of the Oceanus Britannicus was rough, but no rumor nor story from my senior soldiers could have prepared my eyes for the sheer bone-white cliffs of Dubris. The high walls were a daunting, grave sign, that chilled my flesh with the cold of the sea. This place was so very far from my home and the warm shores of Rome.
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Cassius Dio, a writer in General Caesar’s retinue, warned us of “supernatural” men in this land of Britannia who, according to him, “paint their skin blue, live in the swamps, survive off small portions of food that satisfy them for days at a time, and endure the cold, rain, and any kind of hardship.”
This thought carried with us in the past days, sending some men, even one of my closest friends, to even desert our legion in panic. I could possibly still join him if I wished, but the chance of success would be questionable.
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"Turn back and desert the legion now before it's too late!" I thought, as I stood up and dived into the water. The freezing water penetrated my bones, but I had to escape while I had the chance.It was then, however, when I heard the voice of my commanding centurion...
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Archers strung their bows with godlike speed and struck me in the back several times before I could swim away. The centurion scoffed, and the legion left me to suffer and die from my wounds in the middle of the sea. The end.Loading...
5 As trained men of the Roman legion, however, we know it is our duty to steel ourselves for any foe. We were trained to face uncertain circumstances after all, and expected to triumph.
My men and I chose to ignore Dio's warning and continued rowing, until my commanding centurion, Titus, called, "The Portus Dubris has come into view!" which gave us men hope.
My men and I chose to ignore Dio's warning and continued rowing, until my commanding centurion, Titus, called, "The Portus Dubris has come into view!" which gave us men hope.
I looked up to see the lighthouse shining atop the hill, the proud Roman fort of Dubris welcoming us to this foreign land.
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Upon unloading our gear from the ship, Titus went with other officers to hear plans from general Caesar. It wasn't long, however, when he came back with some news.
He looked on us and breathed heavily, "It seems we're needed sooner rather than later, men. Rest tonight, tomorrow, we will be the vanguard of Caesar's march to the Fens."
"Sir, that's the area Dio warned us about, correct?" I puffed up, trying to put on a tough front.
"Correct. This isn't a problem, is it legionnaire?"
"No sir, we'll be ready at dawn."
"Good man. We are legion, we protect not just ourselves, but those to our left and right. And good thing about being in the vanguard is that we're the first to get a break when the fighting starts," he chuckled.
He looked on us and breathed heavily, "It seems we're needed sooner rather than later, men. Rest tonight, tomorrow, we will be the vanguard of Caesar's march to the Fens."
"Sir, that's the area Dio warned us about, correct?" I puffed up, trying to put on a tough front.
"Correct. This isn't a problem, is it legionnaire?"
"No sir, we'll be ready at dawn."
"Good man. We are legion, we protect not just ourselves, but those to our left and right. And good thing about being in the vanguard is that we're the first to get a break when the fighting starts," he chuckled.
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At dawn, I awoke to the sound of others stirring in the barracks. Two of the eight men under my command were making the daily porridge for the others and I decided to join them. "I couldn't sleep much after yesterday's news. Do you believe what Dio said about the Fens? He said they come out from the swamp there..." one said.
"Oh quiet. You'll spread your anxiety talking like that," the other replied.
"Well, what do you think, Septimus?"
"I think you better finish making our breakfast. We'll leave in one hour," I tried to joke, hoping to bring some levity to the morning atmosphere. "Wake the others."
"Oh quiet. You'll spread your anxiety talking like that," the other replied.
"Well, what do you think, Septimus?"
"I think you better finish making our breakfast. We'll leave in one hour," I tried to joke, hoping to bring some levity to the morning atmosphere. "Wake the others."
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As soon as the legion was assembled, Titus led our unit at the front of the vanguard. My eight men and I marched strongly together in our block behind him and two other blocks of eight.
The land itself was rocky, with green vegetation covering either side of the path we walked. This area was still very new for us Romans, so scanning the area for dangers, resources, and habitable land was our main objective. The path on which we walked began to fade away with each passing hour, ticking away like sands in a hourglass until something dreadful would happen.
Vegetation from before changed as well. Short grasses on plains became long grasses and reeds growing from wetland, and this is when I realized, "Well men, we're in the Fens."
The land itself was rocky, with green vegetation covering either side of the path we walked. This area was still very new for us Romans, so scanning the area for dangers, resources, and habitable land was our main objective. The path on which we walked began to fade away with each passing hour, ticking away like sands in a hourglass until something dreadful would happen.
Vegetation from before changed as well. Short grasses on plains became long grasses and reeds growing from wetland, and this is when I realized, "Well men, we're in the Fens."
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Dio’s warning seemed to come to mind for each man in the legion, and we all grew quiet. I listened close, but could not brace myself for the boring of war horns in the front of our centuria, where Titus, my superior, was leading the march.
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