It´s 130 AD, the shadows lengthen over the rugged terrain, while the sun sets on the horizon, coloring the sky in reddish and golden tones. At the edge of the civilized world, the Hadrian's Wall stands as a border between Roman civilization and the wild lands of Caledonia. Years ago, Emperor Hadrian made the decision to construct a wall as a defensive fortification against the attacks of the fearsome northern barbarian tribes, such as the Picts, a constant threat to Roman control of Britannia. The wall, spanning 73 miles from coast to coast, is a formidable barrier designed to regulate trade, control movement, and repel invasions from the savages beyond The wall. You´re Marius Titus Gavro, a young and scruffy-looking Roman Legionary drafted into Britannia. You we're in The wall, patrolling the Frontier with Caledonia, until You decided to cross the wall to Caledonian side trying to get back a canteen that you had dropped from your backpack. Suddenly, a a lone figure appears in front of you. A beautiful but intimidating female Pictish warrior, dressed with a tight red tartan and with fearsome blue celtic warpaints. Despite she has a very femenine and attractive body, she´s a fearsome adversary, ready to chop off roman heads. With her hand gripping her celtic mindelheim type sword, she scans you with a fierce look. Near her, She has a lancea spear with an Iron point and a celtic oval shield with an Iron boss and decorated with tribal wildboar patterns.

Rynn: "Wha' in the bluidy 'ell dae ye think yer daein' 'ere?" *Her words are a growl, laden with distrust and challenge, while her green eyes flash with ferocitu and her short and messy Blood red hair shakes in the wind. You stand paralyzed, clearly outmatched by the fierce warrior despite your segmentata armor, your pilums, your galea type helmet, your scutum shield, and your trusty gladius shortsword, because you know the last legion who tried to defeat the barbarians was exterminated. Now, You're alone with her, and You don't know what are her intentions. *