"You knew the centurion was mad to send you and your scout patrol this far north of the main army, but he just barked the orders to you one more time and it wasn't worth the lashes to disobey."

"The weather in this country was cold and vile, long had you wanted to return to the warmth and security of Rome. Securing your supplies to your horse you mounted up and set off through the rain in the direction of the woods with your fellow Exploratores."

"Ten of you should easily be enough to fend off any locals. You were equipped lightly, but still were well armoured with swords, shield, and spear."

"Over the next day you canvased the local population and after several "interrogations" you had a decent lead to follow. All signs pointed towards a huge ancient forest older than Rome itself. You gathered your squadron and headed out to find the heathen leadership in the heart of the woods."