The Tabularium
Rome's record office, and the game's archive of collectible lore. There are 115 tablets across five sections, and none of them are bought or dropped: each one unlocks from something you have already done.
How tablets unlock
- Bestiary — a zone's ordinary creatures are recorded together the first time you fight there; a boss's tablet needs the boss dead. The two who wait inside Britannia's dungeon and raid open from the road instead — the campaign is how their story is learned.
- Places — two per zone: one for arriving, one for beating what guards it.
- Gods & Rites — in Latium, learn the battle art and you learn who it belongs to; the north's rites are learned by walking its ground and its road.
- Relics — defeat the boss that carries the unique, or for the two the road itself uncovers, read far enough to know what you are holding.
- People of Elynia — finish books of The Long Road.
Nothing is granted retroactively because nothing needs to be: unlocks are derived from your character on every request, so an old account opens everything it already earned.
Listening instead of reading
Every tablet is narrated. A tablet you have unlocked carries a Listen button under its text in-game; a locked one looks exactly as it always did. The recordings are read by a single voice and total a little over half an hour across the archive and The Long Road together. The narrator has its own volume in the Sound menu, separate from music — music drops to a murmur while it speaks rather than stopping, so the playlist never loses its place.
Bestiary
| Tablet | |
|---|---|
| Stray Dog Outskirts of Rome |
The city feeds them by dying at the edges, and they have learned the taste. |
| Street Thief Outskirts of Rome |
He does not want your life, only everything you are carrying. |
| Drunken Mercenary Outskirts of Rome |
Paid off after a war nobody names, and still armed. |
| Hungry Wolf Via Appia Woods |
The pines came back before the wolves did, and then the wolves came back. |
| Wild Boar Via Appia Woods |
Sacred to Diana, and entirely uninterested in the distinction. |
| Highway Bandit Via Appia Woods |
He robs the living when he can and the dead when he cannot. |
| Grave Robber Ruins of Pompeii |
Pompeii is the richest unguarded house in the world, and it does not lock. |
| Ash Wight Ruins of Pompeii |
The ash kept the shape and gave back everything except the rest. |
| Lava Golem Ruins of Pompeii |
The mountain left something behind that never finished cooling. |
| Starved Lion Catacombs of the Colosseum |
Kept hungry on purpose, and then forgotten in the dark. |
| Rebel Gladiator Catacombs of the Colosseum |
He went down the wrong corridor on purpose and never came back up. |
| Catacomb Warden Catacombs of the Colosseum |
He collects the fare from the arena’s dead and files it as paid. |
| Lemur Shade Gates of Avernus |
A lemur is a dead Roman who was never laid to rest properly. |
| Stygian Boatman Gates of Avernus |
A stopped crossing is a market, and a market draws men with poles. |
| Bronze Talos Gates of Avernus |
Set to keep the gate, and never told the gate had failed. |
| The Rat King Outskirts of Rome |
Twelve grown together in the dark, on a floor of funeral coin. |
| The Alpha Wolf Via Appia Woods |
She dens in a family tomb that somebody left standing open. |
| The Gladiator's Ghost Ruins of Pompeii |
He is still waiting to be carried out, and nobody carried anybody out. |
| The Hound of Hades Catacombs of the Colosseum |
A watchdog on the wrong bank, because nothing has crossed in years. |
| Charon, Ferryman of the Dead Gates of Avernus |
He is not a god, and he resents the comparison. |
| Ladon The World |
A hundred heads, one tree, and not one hour of sleep in an age. |
| Saltmarsh Hound Rutupiae Landing |
The marsh feeds them at every low tide, and the sea keeps setting the table. |
| Coastal Wrecker Rutupiae Landing |
He lights false beacons, and the coast does the rest of the work. |
| Bog Revenant Rutupiae Landing |
The marsh keeps what it is given, and it was given a great deal. |
| Wealden Boar Silva Anderida |
The southern hunters were right: the northern stock is worse. |
| Oak Druid Silva Anderida |
The grove has tenders still, and they remember what Rome did. |
| Antlered Stalker Silva Anderida |
It wears a stag skull, and it is not a stag underneath. |
| Wall Deserter Vallum Aelium |
He left his post alive, which the wall does not forgive. |
| Pictish Raider Vallum Aelium |
The wall was built because of her people, and she takes that as a compliment. |
| Mile-Castle Shade Vallum Aelium |
He noticed dying, and did not consider it grounds for leaving his post. |
| Highland Wolf Caledonian Highlands |
The packs up here have never once seen a wall they respected. |
| Cairn Guardian Caledonian Highlands |
Somebody has to keep the stones, so the stones stood up. |
| Mormaer’s Champion Caledonian Highlands |
Every pass has its holder, and every holder has buried his predecessor. |
| The Tide Warden Rutupiae Landing |
Somebody taught the sea to take payment, and nothing taught it the rest. |
| The Green Rite Silva Anderida |
Not a creature. The thing the grove does when its dead are disturbed. |
| Brennus the Painted Vallum Aelium |
He keeps two hundred Roman names better than Rome kept the men. |
| The Hooded One Caledonian Highlands |
The north’s whole rite in one figure, and it cannot finish its round. |
| The Aquilifer of the Ninth Mithraeum of the Ninth |
He carried the eagle north, and he has not put it down. |
| The Arch-Druid of Mona Grove of Mona |
Rome burned the grove once. What answers now was never buried. |
| Nilotic Raider Canopus Delta |
Not hungry, not poor, and armed by somebody with a temple’s budget. |
| Nile Crocodile Canopus Delta |
The oldest tax-collector on the river, and the only honest one. |
| Cultist of Sobek Canopus Delta |
Crocodile teeth for armour, and a river for a priest. |
| Sobek’s Herald Canopus Delta |
Every dawn, from a drowned king’s brow, he revoked Rome’s licence to eat. |
| Tomb Jackal Necropolis of Memphis |
Only a jackal. In this city that is almost a comfort. |
| Anubian Sentinel Necropolis of Memphis |
Jackal-headed stone that stands when you cross a threshold, and sits when you are dead. |
| Khopesh Revenant Necropolis of Memphis |
They kept their names, their drill, and the hooked sword. Rome kept nothing of them. |
| The Unwrapped King Necropolis of Memphis |
The priests stopped when the grain stopped, and left him on his feet. |
| Scarab Swarm Vallis Regum |
A thousand small deaths that roll the sun uphill every morning. |
| Sand Wraith Vallis Regum |
The wind wearing every soldier who ever died of thirst between these walls. |
| Mummified Legate Vallis Regum |
Cohors II Ituraeorum, posted under Augustus, never recalled. Still holding the pass. |
| Sphinx of the Red Cliffs Vallis Regum |
It asks one question at dawn, and it has never yet accepted an answer. |
| The Vizier of the Silent King Serdab of the Silent King |
He still speaks for a king who was meant to be silent. |
| The Avatar of Sobek The Court of Sobek |
The river god, holding court in a hall the river has climbed to reach him. |
Places
| Tablet | |
|---|---|
| The Necropolis Wall Outskirts of Rome |
Rome forbids her dead a grave inside the walls, so they wait outside them. |
| The Milestones of the Appia Via Appia Woods |
Every mile is numbered, and every mile is somebody’s address. |
| The Ash Line Ruins of Pompeii |
The grey starts in a field, and the drivers stop at it. |
| The Porta Libitinensis Catacombs of the Colosseum |
The gate of the arena that only the dead go through. |
| The Crater Lake Gates of Avernus |
The water gives back no reflection, and the birds fly around it. |
| The King’s Floor Outskirts of Rome |
A nest floored in coin, none of it ever spent. |
| The Opened Tomb Via Appia Woods |
Built to last, opened from outside, and standing open two years. |
| The Amphitheatre of Pompeii Ruins of Pompeii |
The oldest stone arena in the world, and somebody is still sweeping it. |
| The Spoliarium Catacombs of the Colosseum |
The room below the sand where the dead are stripped and not named. |
| The Near Bank Gates of Avernus |
The gate stands open and the queue never shortens. |
| The Quicklime Quay Rutupiae Landing |
The dead of a province go home from this dock, in theory. |
| The Weald Silva Anderida |
Not a wood. One tree, a hundred miles wide, and defended. |
| The Vallum Vallum Aelium |
Eighty miles of stone, and every mile is a duty roster. |
| The High Passes Caledonian Highlands |
Rome marched an eagle up here once. The hills still hold the receipt. |
| The Drowned Jetty Rutupiae Landing |
The old landing, drowned a lifetime ago, and still taking fares. |
| The Grown-In Grove Silva Anderida |
The forest’s register, kept in living wood, one hand-width a year. |
| The Hall of Poles Vallum Aelium |
Two hundred and eleven Romans, lime-washed, ordered, and cared for. |
| The Ninth’s Line Caledonian Highlands |
Five thousand men lie where the march stopped, and both rites refuse them. |
| The Grain Quay Canopus Delta |
Every barge on this water is Meret’s or owes her, and every one is late. |
| The Drowned Head Canopus Delta |
A king’s head in the shallows, older than the city and wearing the wrong crown. |
| The First Pylon Necropolis of Memphis |
The living city moved. The dead one stayed, and nobody told the guards. |
| The Open Tomb Necropolis of Memphis |
A door standing open in a city built on the principle that doors stay shut. |
| The Valley Floor Vallis Regum |
Red granite, cut kings, and a toll that is not paid in grain. |
| The Last Terrace Vallis Regum |
Where the light strikes first, and the question is cut above every door. |
Gods & Rites
| Tablet | |
|---|---|
| Vesta | Her fire is not lit and must never go out. |
| Minerva | She holds a spear and a shield, and prefers the shield. |
| Jupiter | The bolt is his, and the bolt is not a metaphor. |
| Diana | She hunts, and she does not explain herself to anyone. |
| Mars | Father of the city, and not a metaphor either. |
| Fortuna | She is worshipped honestly, which is rarer than it sounds. |
| Libitina | The goddess in whose grove the dead are counted. |
| The Lemuria | Nine black beans, thrown over the shoulder, and no looking back. |
| The Hooded God | Three small figures in one cloak, at every crossroads in the north. |
| The Unburied Name | A name unsaid at any rite is a debt in every one of them. |
| The Rite of Ash | What a burned grove does instead of dying. |
| Sobek | The river with a crocodile’s face, and the first collector of the tithe. |
| Anubis | The jackal at the door, who checks the name and lets nobody through unfiled. |
| The Sun That Is Asked About | Every religion on this river agrees on the sun. None agrees on whose it is. |
Relics
| Tablet | |
|---|---|
| Ferryman's Obol | A coin bitten once, for a passage nobody else will pay. |
| Scythe of Charon | Not a weapon. A tool of office, held far too long. |
| Ladon-Scale Aegis | A hundred heads watched this scale harden. |
| Golden Apple of the Hesperides | Taken from a tree that was never yours. |
| The Dragon Standard | A wind-sock in the shape of a serpent, and the sound it makes. |
| The Ratio Libitinae | The city’s register of its own dead, and the gaps in it. |
| Tide Warden’s Trident | A fish-spear that learned to collect fares. |
| Sickle of the Green Rite | Bronze, moon-curved, and it has only ever harvested one crop. |
| Warhorn of Brennus | The carnyx does not signal. It testifies. |
| Cairnstone of the Hooded | One stone from the walker’s own cairn, warm on the underside. |
| Aquila of the Ninth | The eagle that was never captured, because it was never put down. |
| Torc of Mona | Grove-gold, fire-blacked, and it was never anyone’s to give. |
| Khopesh of the Herald | A sword the shape of a jaw. He was announcing something with it. |
| Diadem of the Unwrapped | The uraeus is still on it. So, technically, is the head. |
| Riddle-Eye of the Sphinx | One inlaid eye of red granite. It knows the answer. It is not telling. |
| Was-Sceptre of the Vizier | The staff of dominion; he spoke for a silent king with it for centuries. |
| Sobek-Scale Aegis | A shield faced with one scale. The god grew another. He did not miss this one. |
People of Elynia
| Tablet | |
|---|---|
| Fortunata | She bought herself twice and kept both receipts. |
| Strabo the Venator | One eye left, and he points with it. |
| Aulus Sura, the Doctor | He has buried more students than he has trained, and says so first. |
| Hilarus of the Tabularium | He files the dead because nobody else will, and pays for names. |
| The Sibyl of Cumae | She answers the question you have not asked, and never the one you did. |
| Veturia the Libitinaria | She has shipped a thousand dead home, and the tide brings them back. |
| Meret of the Barges | She has fed Rome for thirty years and has never once been thanked in person. |