Frontier Centurion of Britannia

✦ Your Soul Summary ✦

You commanded eighty men on the northern wall in Britain, the edge of the known empire, far from anything you recognized as civilization. Your job was mundane and exhausting: patrols in the rain, supply tallies, drill rotations, the maintenance of a stretch of stone wall against an enemy that rarely showed itself directly. You did this for fifteen years without complaint because the legions were your family and the work was the work. When you finally retired to a farm in Gaul, you found the absence of orders disorienting for almost a year.