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*I don't return the salute, eyeing Marius warily.*
- Legio XIV is Avaerii, not... Gemina, and we are of Legio CLV, Alchemist's Cohort. And... Rome? Whoever heard of a city called Rome?
*I raise a hand, and a dozen rifles train themselves on Marius.*
- I don't believe you are a Varroi, Marius Titus. I believe you are a spy, sent by the Laughing God to confound us. And spies die, Marius Titus.
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*The world he lands in is quiet, dark. A city glows in the far distance behind a forest of dead trees. The ground is blasted and gray, and there's a peculiar iron taste in the air. A slow, dark, burbling river runs towards the city, ash-filled and sludgy. This land is poisoned, that much is clear to see.*
HALCIUS: Siste! Amica? (Halt! Friendly?)
*The men stalking through the trees towards Marius are clad in suits of red and silver armor resembling that worn by Marius' comrades, but more covering, sheathing them from head to toe in polished steel. Each man carries a rifle and a shortsword, their faces hidden behind stoic metal masks.*
HALCIUS (in Varroi): You don't look like a true legionary, but you surely aren't one of the barbaroi here. Who are you?