Terminus Consus

Terminus Consus hoped and prayed to every god he could think of, that no-one would recognize him; that no-one in this crowd of miscreants had been a victim of his swindling. He hadn’t meant to. He loved money, thought it was his dream job to be put in charge of counting it. But it wasn’t his, was it? And he could make better anyway. The local whores and bars where the soldiers spent their pay couldn’t tell the difference between real and fake sestercii. His were works of art too. Thats ultimately how he got caught. His one fatal mistake - not realizing the soldiers were paid with the worst coins from the mongers.

Those around him had been mostly respectful. He still had his Signifer’s rank, and everyone knows to be nice to the man who counts your pay. If only they knew. Terminus suppressed a shudder.

When the Armicustos and the guards came for him, it had not been pretty. Dragged from his bed, trying to make excuses and stories while held suspended between two hard legionaries, and the Quartermaster dragging out his sins. First, the chest of stolen money; then, his forgery tools; then the fake books; then the personal items. Bags of small trinkets, medals, rings, shiny toys, junk jewelry, random glittering belongings he had pilfered from his own men. Finally he slumped, defeated, no explanation to give. It was just in his nature. He couldn’t help himself. He tried not to want things, but the fever of avarice would grab him. Even when he didn’t even consciously want something, he would still return to his tent of a night to find his pouch full of random items he had no memory of collecting.

His only hope lay in two things - that no-one else here was from his previous century - and that whoever was centurion would see his worth, the skill of his rank, and let Terminus be the Signifer for this crew of the damned.

Character Sheet

Signifer - Roman - terminus consus - arrested for swindling the pay

(Carries the spear shaft + does the banking)

Greedy kleptomaniac, but great at fiddling with paperwork, hell of a forger