[b]Character:[/b] Legionarius Marcus Nerva
[b]Location:[/b] South of Grendan Farmstead.
[b]With:[/b] Nobody.

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[i]Marcus...my name...is Marcus Nerva.....Legionary...Second Cohort, Legio XVIII of Roma.[/i] he kept repeating, trying to jog his memory and remember why in the name of Jupiter he was alone and lost in the middle of the forests of what seemed to be Germania. Eventually, he got over his identity crisis and started to focus a bit more, as he tried to orientate himself in the dense forest he stood in.

[i]Wretched, barbaric wastelands...[/i] is all that ran through Marcus' head as he gathered his bearings and tried to find a way to get to somewhere, anywhere...Those Pagan Germans were probably roaming these regions looking for things to kill or sacrifice, so choices had to be made. 

Marcus' choice was to try and find the nearest road, for as the saying goes: "All roads lead to Rome;" so he could probably find some sort of help or something for him to help himself with along the roads of the land. However, all Marcus knew about what was going on is that he was lost in Germania, the Northern regions of Rome that would eventually form Germany in the far future. The land wasn't as hilly as he remember, and thanks to this, Marcus saw a glimpse of light in the distance. Elated, Marcus began heading North to what seemed to be a guiding lamp that one could usually find lining the more traveled roads of Rome.

However, after a couple minutes of walking, Marcus came to realize that he was actually approaching a tattered farmhouse. Initially, he had hoped to pillage some food, only to find no crops, planted or harvest anywhere around. He entered the farmhouse, as it was so decrepit and decayed that no man could live in it, and searched that as well. To Marcus' dismay, nothing was inside beyond debris and overgrowth. 

As he stepped outside of the farmhouse, he sat down atop an emptied barrel, and checked his equipment. He still had everything he would normally have: his weapons, his armor, and a good wad of Denars for the occasion where he found something of value he couldn't acquire through the legions. Beyond his isolation and misdirection, everything seemed in order, Marcus simply had to find his way to the nearest Roman outpost. However, it seemed to be late into night, though unnaturally well lit, and Marcus was tired. 

He crafted a small cot to rest in from scavenged materials in the debris of the house, and choose to camp it out inside the nearby barn, which was also abandoned; though it still had a roof on it, at least. [i]Roma won't need me so badly as for me to go without sleep,[/i] he concluded, as he nestled himself into a light sleep.