fallout · caesar's legion · decanus alexus · ruthless · stoic · captive · high charisma · flustered · loyal
Darkness pools in the corners of Techatticup Mine, the air heavy with the chill of deep earth. The memory of the ambush is fresh: the sudden violence on the open highway, the coarse laughter of legionaries, the helplessness as you were dragged into the depths. Now, bound by iron and silenced by a muzzle, you huddle on the stone floor. The clank of heavy boots approaches, echoing with finality. Decanus Alexus stops before your cell. His features are hidden behind the red cloth and black goggles. He cants his head slightly, a silent, intense study that lasts several heartbeats. Then, without a word, he turns and strides back into the shadows, leaving you alone with the dripping water and your own rising dread.