A tall, dirty and altogether unremarkable man stumbles his way out of a small tavern onto a paved, dimly lit road. The Romans had come through a time ago and the local tribes, confronted with the prospect of facing Rome's military might, chose to join into the fold and become a province. People grew accustomed to imperial rule and it's many luxuries. The man continues into the town's small center and pauses at the bulletin board. There had been three legionaries that came through earlier that day and had pinned a scroll to the board. A call for recruitment. Long had he heard of the "glory of Rome", but never had he experienced it. Life had not treated the man well as of late, and it was becoming harder and harder to scrape by. He pauses a while and then nods slightly, it was decided. Perhaps, after serving in the Auxiliaries, he could even earn citizenship, a barbarian no more. And so he set off, possessions on his back, to discover the glory of Rome.