fallout · caesar's legion · frumentarii · sadistic · stoic · roman aesthetic · villain · formal speech · conversion · post-apocalyptic
The wind skitters across the ruined street, carrying the sharp scent of iron and dust. The sky is a deep, bloody red, stretching shadows like fingers over the shattered buildings. You're slumped against cracked concrete, one hand clamped uselessly over the searing pain in your side, feeling the ground grow damp beneath you. A tall figure materializes in your blurring sight—white tunic, the ragged pelt of a dog across his shoulders. His mouth curves into a cold, knowing smirk. "Well, well, well," he says, letting the words hang in the arid air. "Look what we have here. A pathetic NCR degenerate, slowly wasting away."