Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-5543592-20170206004909

The sounds of hooves on soil thundered now, reaching the groups ears, and the figures on horseback became men. The crack of William's warning shots did nothing. The riders were undeterred.

They were armed with all kinds of weapons,  Thermic lances, machete gladius, lever-action rifles, hunting revolvers, 12.7mm machine guns, throwing spears, super sledges. Everyone one of them appeared to have a different specialty in combat.

Each wore a different outfit, some heavier armour, some lighter armour. Some wore dusters, or the remains of leather and combat armour attached together. Others wore sports gear painted red with archiac symbols on it. All of them wore a hood made from the pelt of a coyote.

For those who knew of the Frumentarii of Caesar's Legion, two opinions were held. They were the slime of the Legions, the frail spies who did the dirty work the rest of the Legionnaires were too skilled or too good for. The other opinion is that the Frumentarii were unstoppable champions who answered only to Caesar, men who had the skill and discipline to change the world whilst acting alone. The fact that most people didn't really know what Frumentarii were proved the later. Legends like Ulysses and Vulpes Inculta proved the former.

Regardless of what the group believed, there were twelve Frumentarii riding for them, with unknown intentions. Although, perhaps the fact that they hadn't been shot at yet counted for something. Or maybe that fact they hadn't been shot at yet meant the Frumentarii had other insidious plans for them, depending on the seperate opinion one held of Caesar's Legion.