Britannia, 367 AD.

To the Tribune, Flavius Sabinus, his posting to the extreme edge of Britannia while in command of a poor naval unit, seems nothing short of banishment and exile. Once a proud commander of the mighty First Parthian Legion, he has been shamed and sent far from his home in Mesopotamia to languish in the remote west - nothing more than another casualty of the failed expedition under the emperor Julian which saw Rome humbled and her empire shamed.

Britannia, however, is more than a remote posting. Rumours and reports are emerging that old enmities and new betrayals are rising and that Rome’s presence north of the Wall is crumbling. Reports filter back edged with blood and those reports contain only portents and doom. The northern commanders along the Wall twist and turn seeing nothing but the endless mist. Together with the men under his command he is tasked to hold a lonely coastal fort beyond the Wall and hold high the standard of Rome. He must quell any dissent among the tribes loyal to Rome but soon it is apparent that an ancient enemy is emerging in the far north, high among the remote mountains and icy lochs. An enemy more dreaded than the Picts and the Scotti. An enemy whose name alone conjures up fear and loathing in those tribes north of the ancient Wall. And this fallen officer soon realises that in a dark land riven with shadows and betrayals, trust is a rare commodity indeed.