The Eastern Edge of the Roman Empire, AD 115

The dry heat of the Syrian sun beats down on your armour as you arrive at the camp at Singara.

You've just been appointed Legatus, leader of the Legio III Legion of 5000 soldiers.

To the south and east lies Parthian Mesopotamia—a land of scorching plains ruled by deadly horse archers and cataphracts.

A bulky man in the armor of a camp prefect strides out to meet you, knuckling his brow in salute.

"Welcome, Legatus. We're ordered by Emperor Trajan to march for the Tigris within the day. There's little time, but ask what you must before we move out."

He spreads a worn map across a table.

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"What do you want to know first?"