72nd of Vhalar, Arc 707

Seventeen... Prae grunted, shoulders and abdomen already starting to ache. Doing a pushup like this put an unsurprising amount of stress on his back as well, but mostly it was the usual strain that came with this particular exercise. Already his core muscles were...

35th of Ashan, Arc 713
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The gladius wielding legionnaire, a broad shouldered Wyvarnth, almost immediately charged him, while Ottven turned, searching for a discarded weapon. Praetorum hesitated a moment, trying to decide which one to go after; the Wyvarnth was the immediate...

104th of Vhalar, Arc 713
Legionnaires, it turned out, got quiet nights more often than one might expect. When Praetorum had heard he and his squadron were to be stationed at a fort near the border of the Empire, he'd expected a little more action, a little more excitement. Instead, their trials...

37th of Ymiden, Arc 711
Praetorum stalked from the house, an incoherent mix of frustration and fear and disappointment all bubbling within him. He wasn't... he needed... 



Praetorum let out a frustrated noise. What he really needed was something to occupy his mind, something that would let him...

28th of Ashan, Arc 713

I hate this. Cassandra muttered darkly, bracing herself against the wall of the siege tower. Her hands were coated in mud from their earlier attempts at unsticking the tower; every movement she made left streaks of it along the rough wood. 



Welcome to the legion....

17th of Saun, Arc 709

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— cannot believe you would just—


—already apologized, alright, and you got out of the way just—


—have gotten trample, or gored, or fates only know what else might—


—making such a big fuss about what ended up being nothing, you big— 
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17th of Saun, Arc 709

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Almost two bits slower than usual. Vitaria frowned as Prae stumbled into camp, still dripping lake water. His swim and subsequent run back had been slower than he'd anticipated, but not by that much. It must have been his attempt to wipe half the...

49th of Zi'da, Arc 712
Praetorum was not an Ithecal unaccustomed to feeling small. His mother had had at least a few inches on him all his life, as did her entire extended family. But standing now before his new teammates, a pair of Thiusssums that stood head and shoulders above him, he couldn't...

27th of Ashan, Arc 713
Praetorum loved marching. It was a strange thing to say, he was well aware. The Legion's standard pace, around thirty kilometers in five breaks, was harsh, and the full pace, thirty six kilos in the same amount of time, was downright brutal. But there was a soothing pattern...

17th of Saun, Arc 709

I don't see— Prae complained, blocking his brother's blow with his shield —why I can't use my own damned weapon. He hefted the trident in his right arm, and tried to stab out with it while standing too far back, forgetting its inferior range compared to his scythe. The...

86th of Vhalar, Arc 712
Are you fresh recruits, or almost fully trained legionnaires? The instructor bellowed, as some forty muddy, utterly exhausted recruits ran in imperfect unison. She was a grizzled old Thiussum, clearly a veteran of many battles, and though she'd been running at the same...

3rd of Zi'da, Arc 718
Riding Sivan turned out to be a very strange experience. The position of the wing meant he was positioned a little further back than he would be on a horse; the saddle was unusual, with loose straps he couldn't make head or tails of attached to buckles in front, behind, and...

1st of Zi'da, Arc 718
By Raskalarn's blade, please stop making that noise. Praetorum groaned. Pushing himself up off the bedroll, he blinked blearily at the creature yowling over his brother's grave. His sleep had been fitful enough after losing his brother; now this animal, a kheledzan if he...

Ymiden 4, Arc 690

“Dad?” A hesitant tug of a child on his father’s shirt, as the boy stared off into the distance.
“Yes?” There came a melodic rumble from deep within the chest of the rock of a man. He looked down at his son, by arcs a much younger version of himself. They both had warm grey...