Mordred

Mordred had no fucking clue what was going on. He hadn’t had a clue for quite some time now. The last sensible thing he could remember was telling Turo, the other slave, that his idea to run away was a stupid one. He first realized he had lost the plot as he ran towards the woods, chased by dogs, and following Turo on a madcap plan. Their master hadn’t been completely horrible, but he hadn’t been at all good either. There would be no forgiveness if caught. A series of random events, connected only by the series of chased and chaser like a threaded string through beads of Bad Happenings, led eventually to a tavern, days and miles away. There he and Turo spent some stolen coin for a quiet beer, huddled at a table, anonymous amongst other tables of hunched groups of whispering men.

Just as he thought he might be getting the hang of what was going on, the doors of the tavern burst open and a horde of roman soldiers rushed in and started grabbing men from the tables. On their heels strode a bull of a Centurion yelling “This is a raid, Deserters! On the floor, NOW!”

Amongst the pandemonium, lying on the floor in the dirt and dust, Turo grabbed him, pulled him close and yelled in his ear “We’re deserters OK? Deserters get to live. Escaped slaves get to die. Got it?!”

Before he could reply, a legionary pulled him up and spun him around. Mordred found himself yelling “Deserter! I’m a deserter!” Into the soldier’s face.

“I know, asshole” was the reply, before his vision was filled with an approaching fist. And then… Black.

And now, for the next shit-stained bead of Bad Happenings on the thread of misery his life had become, he had awoken to find himself, chained, beaten, and yelled at. All familiar, but twisted into a new strangeness. Soldiers yelling commands with strange words, and everyone around him knowing what to do. Including fighting. Meanwhile, Mordred had no fucking clue.

Character Sheet

Gaul slave - Mordred- runaway - not actually trained - caught in a raid on a local bar (thought it better to be a Deserter than a runaway slave) - no military training, but has to fake it - if caught, instant death