Casca 03 - The War Lord - Barry Sadler (request)

Blood pouring from his wounds, the man on the cross looked down upon the Roman who had driven the spear into his side. His eyes blazing, his voice great with an unknown power, he pronounced his terrible judgement: Soldier, you are content with what you are. As you are, so shall you remain until we meet again.

And so began the curse which would condemn Casca to fight in the world’s bloodiest wars throughout all eternity. It was a curse which would follow him even to the shores of Ancient Britain and the plains of far Cathay, where he would be raised to the position of War Lord and be buried alive at the whim of a frustrated concubine of the Emperor.