Hero Adventures: The Builders

Chapter 1: The Garrison

The sun was about to dip below the horizon when the first carts finally appeared in the far distance. The chief imperial architect Lucius Tarquinius Lepidus, who was waiting for them sitting on a tree stump, lazily yawned and began counting carts. One, two, three... after the 26th he lost count, but it didn't matter: obviously, the merchant's caravan has arrived and brought the resources that were needed to start the construction of a new village.

It could not have come at a better time. The village already ran out of their own resources three days ago, and that's why the soldiers of the engineering cohort spent most of their time in idleness, belting the grape and being bored for lack of something to do. "Though," thought Lucius Tarquinius, "even when they spend days and nights on a construction site, they still find some time for good wine, songs and parties... Where do they find the strength for all of that? Heh, the young know little of sorrowfulness, tiredness, and... well, lots of other 'nesses' they can't know due to their age."

Lucius Tarquinius elbowed an errand boy, who was nodding next to him and ordered:

"Go find Centurion of the Engineering Cohort. Tell him, the caravan with resources has come from the capital."

The boy nodded and teared away to do his task. "The young..." the chief architect thought once again.

He shifted his gaze over to a huge construction site that was the size of an entire village. It was being built following the best Roman traditions: stone walls, precise buildings. Neat rows of tents where the guards lived. The garrison was not that large yet, somewhat short of a legion. However, the number of soldiers was really nice: 5,555. And what's more, the balance of troops was ideal. One Imperian for every ten Legionnaires, one Equites Imperatoris for every five Imperians, and one Equites Caesaris for every nine Equites Imperatoris. Additionally, the workshop has already started to produce siege weapons.


Please find out how many troops of each type are now in the Roman village.
Legionnaires = ?
Imperians = ?
Equites Imperatoris = ?
Equites Caesaris = ?

Chapter 2: The Roman Way

When the trade caravan finally came to the place where our patrician had some rest, the young errand boy had already returned and was sitting next to his master waiting for further orders.

"Ah, and here he is!" "Salve, Lucius!" he heard a familiar voice from the first cart.

The chief architect looked more attentively, and saw that the leader of the trade caravan was actually his old sparring mate, Mark Atilius - a boy who used to live near the Tarquinius Lepidus family estate.

"Noble Lucius or, at the very least, Honorable Lucius," the architect corrected himself, helplessly trying to appear important. "I am the imperial architect, not some nameless farmer."

"You're a turkey," laughed his childhood friend. "And you always have been like that." "Glad to see that you haven't changed much."

"And you have never heard anything about politeness and tact," muttered Tarquinius, "someday you'll end up paying the price for that."

"Lucius, my friend," Mark Atilius interrupted him. "We had our last meal when the sun was about to go behind the horizon. Now it's going to do the same thing again, and we haven't had anything in our mouths apart from a gulp of water. Let's count the cargo and resolve this injustice."

"You're right," agreed the architect and he turned his head to the errand boy. "Go, bring our account scrolls!"

The boy brought Tarquinius some scrolls that had been kept together in a wooden case. Each pile of scrolls was bound in leather, and marked with several bronze sticks.

"What's this?" asked Mark Atilius, pointing to the sticks.

"Folder numbers," replied Tarquinius Lepidus. "One stick for the first folder, the second stick marks the second one and so on. Now we are going to mark the eighth folder. Three sticks are already here. Please, fix the other two in order to get eight."

The architect gave Mark Atilius two bronze sticks identical to those that had already been fixed on the scroll folder and went away to talk to Centurion of the Engineering Cohort, who had already showed up and was awaiting orders.


Help Mark Atilius do what the architect asked of him

Chapter 3: The Confrontation

Finally, the last cart was counted and added to the account scroll. Lucius Tarquinius Lepidus dropped some melted wax onto the list and pressed it with his signature ring, verifying the numbers.

"Ok, now give me your supporting documents," he told Mark Atilius. "I hope everything is in order here?"

"You see..." Mark Atilius hesitated a bit and then replied, "we are short six carts of iron." "The carts axes broke all at once and we had to leave the cargo there."

"Six carts?" asked Tarquinius Lepidus suspiciously.

"Yes, six carts," confirmed his old friend. "And three carts of clay."

"So, clay too?" snapped the architect.

"Yes, clay too," the caravan driver confirmed. "And five carts of crop."

The place fell silent. The chief imperial architect looked on the trade caravan with a mournful expression.

"What did you do with the carts, Mark?" Tarquinius asked point-blank.

"The rulers of neighboring regions took them," Mark Atilius confessed. "They demanded them as a fee for safe passage through their lands."

Their conversation was interrupted again. A horn sound could be heard over the land.

" It seems the prefect is calling for an urgent city council meeting." Tarquinius frowned. "I need to go."

Soon the whole city council had gathered in the main hall of the residence, and the prefect immediately started his speech.

"You all know we're close to the frontier. Ten minutes ago I received a dispatch from our scouts. The news they brought to me is very important and requires immediate action. One of our archenemies, the Gaul city, has sent an attack our way - a huge army accompanied by rams and catapults. First, we need to get our defenses ready. Second, the best defense is actually a counter-offense. I guess we might be able to destroy that village before their army arrives here. Taking into account their speed, the enemy will be here in ten hours. The architect, Gods bless him, already constructed the tournament square and it’s already a quarter upgraded too, so I hope we have a good chance that our catapults will arrive at this Gaul village faster than their army gets here. The centurions need thirty minutes to prepare the plan and we need another two hours for our army to gather together and launch an attack! Let's not waste any more time!


Will the Roman catapults be able to destroy the Gaul village before the Gauls attack them? What will be the time difference? (Server: RoA, speed: x2. Keep in mind that the tournament square on RoA gameworlds has a stronger impact on speed than on regular servers).

Chapter 4: Family Ties

"So our troops marched off to the Gaul village and guess what? Those barbarians didn't leave a single soldier to defend their village! There were almost no citizens too. But, we decided to destroy the village just to prove a point. This will force them to move further to the north. And those Gaul troops didn't even arrive at our village. They either got lost or maybe decided not to attack because their village has already been destroyed." Lucius Tarquinius Lepidus shared the latest news with his friend Mark Atilius.

"Wow, that's an amazing victory! And without any losses!" the caravan driver jumped in excitement.

"Yes, no losses at all," the architect confirmed. Then he suddenly chuckled and added: "If, of course, we don't count our dearest quaestor Quint Oppius Sabius."

"What could possibly happen to him on such an uneventful raid?" Atilius looked surprised.

"He drank too much wine and went walking through the camp, stumbled and broke his leg," replied Tarquinius.

"And I guess he'll be dismissed now from his position for this kind of behavior?" inquired the caravan driver.

The chief architect frowned and didn't say a word.

"No," he replied after a long pause. "He's the son of our prefect. And he became quaestor in the first place because of that fact. And not because of his 'outstanding' skills and expert knowledge."

"Oh..." that was all Mark Atilius could say.

"Hah, Mark," the architect continued. "If only you knew how the Empire is changing because of such 'sons'..."

The place fell silent.

"Our family, though one of patricians, is used to achieving everything with our own minds." Tarquinius broke the silence again: "My brothers and I... We all serve the Emperor well and we’re respected for that by the people of Rome."

"Oh!" This time Mark gasped with respect. "And how many brothers and sisters have you got?"

"I have an equal number of brothers and sisters," the architect smiled. "But my sister has twice as many brothers than sisters."


How many brothers and sisters does Lucius have?

Chapter 5: The Thief

It was a warm sunny day. Lucius Tarquinius and Mark Atilius were sitting on a tree stump, catching some rays of sun.

"Look, Lucius," the caravan driver asked suddenly. "If it's a frontier city, then there should be Gaul and Teuton merchants here, right? I want to bring some souvenirs home and I'm sure we wouldn't find anything like them in our Central Region."

"Yes, you're right," agreed the architect. "Do you see that town hall over there? Go in that direction and you'll see a marketplace where only Teutons and Gauls trade. But keep in mind that local tribes don't like us Romans. The Teutons are honest guys, they never tell lies. Gauls are the opposite - they never tell the truth. Go alone, I need to give my builders some construction orders."

Mark Atilius went to the marketplace; he found it really fast. He visited a smith where he looked at some iron knives and other gear, as well as the potter with his decorated clay-ware and a carpenter who made beautiful wooden figurines. When he visited a baker he found out he had left his money bag somewhere in one of the other shops. Atilius hurried back and saw all three merchants who were now talking to each other.

"Please, excuse me, honorable merchants, but I left my money at one of your shops."

The merchants looked at each other.

"The potter is Gaul, of course, but you left your money in the carpenter's shop," the smith told him.

"By the way, both the smith and the carpenter belong to the same tribe," added the potter.

"Well, the potter tells the truth," agreed the carpenter. "But you left your money in his shop."

Mark Atilius thought for a while. "What did Lucius tell me? Teutons never lie, Gauls always lie? How do I know who is Teuton and who is Gaul?" the caravan driver asked himself.


Help the caravan driver find out which tribe each merchant belongs to and where he left his money.

Chapter 6: Coded Messages

"So, this is how I came to understand where I left my money," Mark Atilius concluded his story.

The two friends were sitting near the fireplace in the architect's home and eating plums.

"You're really smart; you did everything correctly," Lucius said approvingly. "When are you leaving by the way?"

"You know, Lucius," Mark Atilius suddenly confessed. "I am not going to lead the trade caravans anymore."

Tarquinius stopped gazing at the last plum on the plate and looked at his friend in surprise.

"Why?" he asked.

"You see, I have traveled with the caravans since I was a boy. I've visited every region, but to tell you the truth, I haven't seen a thing. As a caravan driver you can't stray too far from those carts... Strike me dead!" Mark said excitedly. "And I always wanted to go and travel alone, by myself. You see?" he repeated.

Lucius Tarquinius Lepidus thought for a while.

"And have you already decided where you will go?" the Architect asked.

"Some time ago I bought a scroll, a fragment from a diary that belonged to a councilor who was the commander of the lost legion. It tells of treasures that they conquered in a distant raid and had to hide somewhere in the middle of nowhere," Mark replied. "But I still can't decipher it, the councilor used some weird code. Can you have a look at it?"

The architect took the old scroll from his friend's hand. He quickly looked through the story of the lost legion and found what the caravan driver had been talking about.

"I think you've been cheated, Mark!" he said with a short laugh. "This is complete mumbo jumbo!"

"We were on our way from -.-. .- . ... .- .-. . .- to --. .... . .-. .-.. .- , when we met a convoy that was travelling from .--- . .-. ..- ... .- .-.. . -- to . -... ..- .-. .- -.-. ..- -- .They told us about the riot that broke out in our home city. We decided to get back there as soon as possible, we therefore hid the gold five fields west from the nearest city belonging to the Roman Guard."

Chapter 7: The Weapons

When the caravan driver finally arrived at the city near where the gold was supposedly hidden, it was already completely dark. He quickly found a tavern where he saw several people who were about to start a fight. The caravan driver, who was used to such things, wedged his way into the crowd.

"Guys, not everything should be solved with fists! Maybe I can help somehow?" he asked.

The crowd stepped back. In the middle of a circle Mark Atilius saw two piles. One of them consisted of three bodies, snoring their heads off, the other was full of different weapons.

"You see," spoke someone from the crowd. " Brannohen, Grathlon and Aurelius - our three new recruits - drank too much wine today. Now we need to bring them home with their weapons, but we can't remember what exactly belongs to each of these three recruits."

"So, you remember nothing?" wondered Atilius.

"Well, not exactly," the same person replied. "Some things we do remember."

And then the whole crowd started talking at once.

"Grathlon is the tallest of the three!

And the swordsman is taller than the pikeman, that's for sure."

"Brannohen always mocks guys who carry a sword or a pike!

The clubswinger and the one who wears a hatchet argue a lot, and Grathlon always makes peace among them."

"Yes, and Brannohen can use neither staff, nor hatchet!"

"Will you help us, please?"

"Okay, very well. That's actually enough information to decide which weapon belongs to which recruit," explained Mark Atilius. "I'll solve your problem."


There are six different weapons in the pile: a pike, a sword, a club, a hatchet, a staff and a hammer. The three new recruits each own two types weapons. Which weapon belongs to which recruit?