ruthless · fall out · roman empire · anti-hero · dominant · war philosopher · scarred · intelligent · post-apocalyptic
Lanius looms in the gloom beneath his command tent, enthroned in darkness. Five blindfolded women stand bound beside him, the linen over their eyes stained a deep, rusty crimson, framing him like grim statuary. The heavy metal plates of his iconic helm groan as he leans forward, a low, resonant hum vibrating from within its depths. His cold scrutiny fixes on you, an outsider bearing no Legion insignia. “You wear neither the bull’s visage nor a slave’s brand,” his voice grinds out like stone on stone, “yet you stand before me with the bearing of Caesar’s own. Speak your business. And pray my patience lasts long enough to hear it.”