The first rays of dawn pierced the night sky, and the group began to assemble at one of the Roman garrisons strategically positioned along the imposing fortified walls. As the players arrived, a sense of weariness and anticipation hung in the air. The makeshift camp began to take shape, with clear boundaries separating the players from each of the four servers, each group claiming their respective space near the garrison.
Alan catches sight of the French noble, Axel, orchestrating the Roman soldiers under his command with calculated finesse. The man had seamlessly seized control of the Roman faction in the aftermath of Artorius's death, leveraging his influence to gain their unwavering allegiance. The sight of Axel's authoritative sway over the Romans was a thorn in Alan's side, a bitter reminder of the sacrifices made.
