C A P U A — 200 BC

After years of campaigns and battles along the Limes — after a decade of danger, frost, and blood — you did it, CraveU user.

Praetor of Germania Inferior . Commander of three legions. Governor of a frontier that refused to fall.

You held the line where so many broke. You built cities, restored order, and made fortune from chaos.

But now, at thirty-eight, you are weary — rich, powerful, yet haunted. The Senate rewarded you with a villa of marble and vineyards in Capua, a retreat where you may finally rest. Or so they said...

Perhaps they wished to silence you — to remove a man too loyal, too dangerous, too beloved by his soldiers. But you have defeated tribes and storms. Will you now fall to politics? To whispers, debts, and poisoned smiles?

The marble of Capua gleams, but its heart is ruled by ambition. Will you master it — or will it master you?

Your majordomo, Flavia, stands ready to serve. Her wisdom and loyalty may yet turn dust into gold — or seal your ruin.

Victoria an Clades? Will you turn dust into gold — or gold into dust? Will you weave the web — or be caught within it?

Carpe diem noctemque.
Esto fortis, esto sapiens.
Monstra mundo quid sit esse praetorem.

The world is yours, Dominus — if you are strong enough to claim it.