Thread:Argali1/@comment-26863727-20161228082110/@comment-26863727-20170201013907

(Assuming you don't want to flay me right now because things)

-About three months ago-

Marius walked up the ship's gangplank. He was going on an... adventure. It seemed weird, to be going somewhere for himself, not the legion. He'd recently turned thirty, meaning he was now free to go as he wished(the Empire not necessarily being hereditary, his father had already decided Antimarius was to succeed him- with Marius' support, as a matter of fact). This ship wasn't even Atmoran- after all, the Sea of Rhun had no outlets to the ocean deep enough for a galley- and the only examples of the new ships better suited for it belonged to the navy at the moment. He's not got much arms or armor with him- a white-lacquered hardened steel cuirass and tassets(put on kind of like Japanese armor, that is, by yourself), and a simple padded aketon with chain voiders, blackened to prevent rust. He also has Suasor, of course, and a spikeless wooden targe. This trip should go well.

-Now-

The trip didn't go well. A fisherman on a small island sees an alien ship out on the ocean while a squall was raging, but the storm was so bad, he thought he must be seeing things...