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Message: <blockquote data-quote="elfstone" data-source="post: 5674054" data-attributes="member: 83937">Session 1 07/29/2011Quintus the Roman Patrician Fighter and self proclaimed leader of the groupWell, this is what I get for being in an army led by a non-roman: Failure. My men were completely prepared for anything and everything from what I could drill into their little brains of proper tactics and strategy. Unfortunately, not much could be done with the rest of the army. When we heard our leader had died, everyone started heading for the ships. It was utter chaos. I don't remember much, just tried to get somewhere that wasn't in the face of the enemy's army. And boy, did I land somewhere.There was a fierce storm as we left, with no choice but to face it. The ships crashed and I landed in the dessert. Probably Egypt, only place I know of with nothing but sand. When I awoke I found a few others, some of them Romans even! I tried to scavenge what I could and make a sort of tent to stay in the shade when we found tracks leading away. Someone must have been here, taken what was useful, and left. We were all just wearing tunics and most of us shoes. I at least had my ring, the last bit of proof of myself I have.Everyone spoke Latin and we asserted each others abilities. None of our skills dealing with the dessert, luck would have it. One of the non-Romans had 2 mules with him. Figured he might be hiding something in those packs, but they were just strange tablets. One of the clerics didn't like my intrusion, but you can never be too careful with anyone.Not likely we would be seeing any rescue attempts, we took some tunics, a spear, and then followed the tracks to a riverbed and followed that further on. We found some tablets that belonged to the one who owned the mules. More importantly, I found a gladius and some respectable armor. Lorcia Hamata, to be exact. A little rusty, but still usable. If we ever get out of this dump and need to fight it can come in handy. Since the weather was much too hot to wear anything but my tunic, I decided to drag the armor. We took what else we found, 3 empty water skins, a gladius wanna-be (short sword they call it), some spears, 2 shields, soft leather armor, some dagger, some knives, and hard leather armor. Those who preffered their armor and weapons of choice took them. Of course I took the Hamata and gladius.The mules eventually died off and we sucked the blood to keep from dehydrating. As we followed the bed all of a sudden we heard loud screaming and water came rushing down the very dry bed we were walking by as if Poseidon himself was leading it. I almost got caught by the rushing water and lost my gladius, the carthigian didn't fair as well and lost almost all of his tablets, which were more precious than my gladius Felix seemed to think.Luckily the gods were still with us and the clerics were able to create food with the water we found. We kept following the river up and what we saw was the remains of a lost city. I scouted ahead with Belrix to check out the city and it was completely abandoned. There was a pyramid that Felix checked out and he saw three huge statues with symbolic meanings for some of the gods.There was also a dead body in a secret doorway to the pyramid. There was a rather large arrow sticking out of him. We rested again before we ventured forth to regain our strength. We rationed what was left of the water and headed towards the pyramid's secret entrance. I threw the body aside and started to keep going when the door slammed shut. Oh well, I just opened it again. As a deadly surprise, a huge arrow grazed me as I opened the door. I figured any trap that would be sprung wouldn't be able to spring again, I was wrong. Whoever made this structure intended the traps to be able to be sprung multiple times.There was another dead body just ahead, with a huge hole in him. Must have been from that arrow and I just recalled it was no arrow! It was a ballista bolt! I wasn't feeling that well from that arrow and Felix was unable to heal me. I then gave him charge to be our new scout. He carefully went up to the door and opened it, upon which another trap sprung. Fortunately this place is so old that the traps were practically falling apart and did little to him.We followed him to a big room with three doors. I stayed in the doorway to keep a look out on things when we decided to open the middle door. Another trap sprung! The door slammed in my face quite rudely and I knew they were in trouble. I opened the door just in time to see them scurry down the ladder. I heard the hissing of snakes and felt my lungs burn as I followed after. We came across some beetles.....</blockquote>

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