the march

The centurions prepared the march meticulously but quickly. Everything was prepared for such situations. The centurions marched off and from the bird's eye view, one could see how from all the camps the centurions set out, and on the paths they flowed together like streams more and more into a gigantic river. At the head rode the head, with his elite soldiers, the poor. In a day the legion covers 30 km and every day they set up a new camp. The march takes you further and further north. The land becomes more and more rugged. The paths meandered between hills and the forest grew larger and denser. The further north you went, the higher the hills became, and more and more mountain foothills blended in. Every evening the head consulted with his centurions. The terrain was causing more and more headaches for the superiors and even the experienced soldiers were getting more and more restless.

On the evening of the 5th day of the march, the centurion stands in front of the tents of the legs. "Arthem, Glom, Doe, Vertu in 10 minutes, lined up with full equipment in front of the gate. " He reads from a scroll shouting loudly, then disappeared again. The other legs were experienced soldiers and had already served in the legion for several years. They were all silent and prayed fervently to their respective gods.

A little later you find yourselves in front of the gate. There are others waiting there. A whispering and murmuring spreads. They are legs from different centurions. Therefore, you know only the three legs from your centuria. A soldier in elaborate armor stepped up to you in front of the gate. "Legs..." He raised his voice. "The venerable head of our legion has appointed you to perform an important and valuable task." The murmuring and whispering died down and everyone stared at him. "Your mission is to act as scouts at a distance of 1 km from the legion to secure the march. If you find scouts, kill or capture them. If you encounter superior enemies, send a messenger to the legion, for tomorrow we will march into enemy territory." Turning away again, he disappears back into the camp.

The oldest of those present put their heads together for a moment and so the groups spread out in all directions. Since your group came from a lower centuria, you were outvoted and your task is to run ahead of the legion.