I have always thought I would live out my life without any major surprises. You know, work on the estates of my parents, serve my time as a soldier, become a senator, a praetor, maybe a consul in time. I thought I will live the life that a Roman noble of my standing can count on.
But this was not to be. My previously simple life got suddenly very complicated. I was taken from my home, and now I have to live in a world where no one speaks Latin, no one prays to my gods, and no one knows what the heck garum is. Before, I thought I had all the answers, but now only questions remain.
Will I survive? Will I find my way back home? Will I ever be able to get the savage bastards living here to adopt the great accomplishments of Roman civilisation?
Not even the gods know the answers. One thing is for sure: should I ever get home again; I will never set a foot outside of my estate without a healthy stockpile of garum.
- 70. Happily ever after (but with books)Mar 31, 2021
- 69. How we did not make a revolutionMar 31, 2021
- 68. Making amendsMar 30, 2021
- 67. An old acquintanceMar 29, 2021
- 66. RegulationsMar 29, 2021
- 65. DelusionsMar 28, 2021
- 64. Nemo teneturMar 27, 2021
- 63. Bad cop, worse actorMar 27, 2021
- 62. The game is afoot!Mar 26, 2021
- 61. A peculiar case for these dilettante detectivesMar 25, 2021
- 60. ArrivalMar 24, 2021
- 59. Dark depthsMar 23, 2021
- 58. Golden bait, silver tongueMar 22, 2021
- 57. Of trout and tablesMar 21, 2021
- 56. Shaving off the sheep-clothingMar 20, 2021
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