Rise of the Scipii

[Horseman]

Hi all,

I intend to write an AAR/story of a Scipii campaign. I've never done anything like this so bear with me whilst I find my feet.

I'm playing almost Vanilla.....the changes I've made to the game are:

Academy bonus added (5%, 10% and 15% to law)

Temple of Epona (the horse temple) top 2 tiers only buildable by the Romans and only if a sacred circle of Epona existed previously.

Happiness & Law bonus's added to walls series ala BI. 5% happiness at palisade & wooden wall. 5% hap & 5% law at stone and large stone wall with an extra 5% happiness at epic stone wall.

Roman Town Watch & Carhaginian Town Militia unit size set to 60 and costs increased.

Triarii unit size set to 60 and cost increased (partially to make them more appealing but also see below for the main reason)

Legionary cohorts not buildable by any roman faction (partially to make it a little harder for me)

Praetorians take their place in the 4th tier baracks but have been slightly nerfed (still better though) Legionary 1st cohorts are now Praetorian 1st cohorts still only buildable in Rome.

Early Legionary 1st Cohorts buildable anywhere in Italy and slightly increased stats (mainly to allow me to role play as will be outlined in a second)
rules I will follow:

1) No peasants, not not even 1. I don't like building these so I wont, not even for population transfer

2) I will do my best to complete any and all Senate Missions (upto the kill my faction leader 1 at least!)

3) I wont start any wars unless the senate asks me too.......I might retaliate if attacked though.........

4) No exploitation on purpose....ie no setting up using the nice red line to cover a flank

5) No reloading if something goes wrong

6) I will build all buildings in all cities (or aim to at least)

7) I will use Legions.......

Pre Marius Legions will be composed of the following

3x Velites
3x Hastati
3x Princeps
1x Triarii
1x Equites

This gives approx the correct ratio (remember Triarii are 60 strong) I will not buy any of these units unless to create a legion at which point I will make a full Legion ASAP. Or to reinforce a legion to correct size. Obviously my starting armies will not comprise these ratios - I wil rectify that ASAP.

Post Marius Legiosn will be comprised of the following

1x Early 1st Cohort
max 1x Praetorian Cohort to represent the best of the Legion
8-9x Early Cohorts (8 if Prats used 9 if not)
1x Leigonary Cavalry

When the reforms hit I'll gradually replace old with new. Each legion will work as 1 stack, though I can and will break of elements but these must remain withing 1 turns move of the main force. No Legion will be used to attack/go on campaign without a family member to lead it. A full Legion is therefore 12 units (The Gen and 11 units from the legion itself) the other 8 slots can be filled with merc and/or auxillary types (any recruitable unit not included in the Legionary setup)

Well think that covers it I'll have start the story in the next post, feedback welcome but please be kind :yes: hope you enjoy it

Mike

EDIT: Now I have the edit function I have ammended this to include any rules I forgot to put in 1st time round and will add to them as and when other rules im following crop up.

Oh and im playing VH/M

[Horseman]

Prologue

It was late in the year 271bc and Cornelius Scipio stood at the entrance to the senate chambers waiting for his call to enter, he had been summoned by Servius Maxentius the Punifix Maximus who was the elected leader of the Roman Senate and therefore unofficially at least the ruler of all Roman domains. His four sons Julianus, Quintus, Gaius and Aulus stood with him.

The youngest Aulus (who at a mere 14 years had not yet come of age to manhood) was the first to break the silence that had fallen “Why have you been summoned father?” before Cornelius could answer Julianus (the eldest at 36 years and heir to the family estates) interrupted “Don’t bother father with pointless questions little brother. You ask him to read the future” Aulus felt the colour rise in his cheeks, it was always like this. A full 15 years younger than even Gaius he was (he felt) always treated like a child and teased by his three older brothers but before his mind had prepared a retort his father spoke “The question is neither pointless or a waste of my time, seeing how we are just stood waiting for me to be taken inside. However the truth is I am not 100% sure why I am here. However if the rumours are true then we could be stood on the brink of greatness”
“What do you mean father?” before Aulus’s next question could be answered the five Scipii were distracted by another group of Roman nobles arriving.

“CORNELIUS!!” The head of the Scipii family smiled with warmth and moved to embrace his old friend Flavius Julius. Flavius was head of the Julii family and had served with Cornelius in the Legions. They had fought in many battles together and both rose through the ranks, even obtaining command of their own legions on the same day. “So old friend what brings you here on this morning?”
Cornelius pulled back from the embrace before answering “I was summoned by Servius but no reason was given”
“The same for me, do you think the rumours are true?”
Before an answer could be delivered the doors to the senate chamber opened, Decius Maxentius (the senate Censor) strode out and spoke “Ah Flavius, Cornelius, good you are both here. Please only yourselves and 1 other may enter” No more words were spoken, Julianus moved to stand beside his Father and the two of them accompanied by Flavius and his eldest son Lucius followed Decius inside, the doors slamming shut behind them.

A full 12 hours passed before Cornelius and Julianus emerged to be greeted excitedly by Aulus “So father, why were you summoned? What is going on?” before any more questions could escape his youngest sons lips Cornelius spoke “Here is not the place, let us hurry home and all will be explained”

Back at the Scipii family residence he explained in full. The Senate has decided in all its wisdom that to ensure the safety of Rome and its rightful place at the heart of the world to conquer the lands of her barbarian neighbours. The three greatest Roman families had been chosen to lead the assault. To this end they had each been given direct control over two provinces and the armies they supported. The Julii would assume control of the provinces of Etruria (main settlement Arretium) and Umbria (main settlement Ariminum) The Brutii would have Apulia (main settlement Tarentum) and Bruttium (main settlement Croton) whilst the Scipii were blessed with Campania (main settlement Capua) and Sicilius Romanus (main settlement Messena)

It was clear from the discussion that The Julii would be expected to push north into the barbarian lands of the Gauls, indeed their 1st target as dictated by the Senate was to take Segesta off the Ligurians . The Brutii would push east into Greek and Macedonian lands, their 1st target was Apollonia located in Epirus.
We were expected to secure the island of Sicilia from the Carthaginians and also the Greeks who lived there. The 1st target was Syracuse. Cornelius was a little disappointed, he would have liked to have been given control of the Greek campaign for those lands were rich and would have given much prestige to the conqueror. Still Sicilia was better than the Gallic lands and he was sure that from there he would be asked to take the fight to the Carthaginian mainland, he relished the opportunity to destroy those vile baby eaters. He did feel a little sympathy for his old friend Flavius and he suspected that Tibius Brutus had used his position of Quaestor (Low ranked but still within the Senates ruling council) to influence the decision to give command of the eastern campaigns to his family.

The five Scipii talked tactics and strategies late into the night. Cornelius was impressed with his son’s ideas and their knowledge on these matters. Julianus was a gifted tactician and had even shown his father a few tricks, he had served in the Legions and had proven his worth in the campaigns to secure Messena from the Carthaginians only recently. Quintus like his older brother had served in the Legions and had learned a few tricks of his own. He was however not as naturally gifted. Gaius had not served in the military but he did posses a keen natural gift for leadership. As for Aulus, well he had not yet reached manhood so naturally had no experience of war he had also not shown the natural aptitude that Julianus and Gaius possessed, though there was still time. Of course all four of his boys had wanted to accompany him to Sicilia and onto the campaign against the Syracusans but Cornelius had had to tell them that this campaign of conquest would also require for our cities to be well managed to ensure logistical support remained at all times.

After a sleepless night spent in deliberation Cornelius addressed his sons “My sons, to stand before you now I am proud, proud to look upon 4 true Roman men such as you. Tomorrow we set off to our new homes, provinces granted to our family to rule with only one aim, to conquer the world in the name of Rome herself” He allowed a pause for his sons to cheer then went on to detail his plan. The Senate had advised that there was a Legion stationed in Campania and two stationed on Sicilia. Further more they had given the Scipii command of two squadrons of Biremes currently anchored in Rome’s harbour.

Quintus was to sail to Sicilia with his father and assume command of the 1st Legion. Julianus would travel to Campania to assume command of the 3rd Legion and await the Bireme squadrons to escort the transport ships safely across. Gaius would travel with him to Campania and assume governorship of the province. Cornelius had expected some argument from Gaius as he had been given arguably the lesser role with little to no glory to be won but Gaius uttered not a word of complaint. Cornelius was glad for he had deliberated long and hard at which of his sons he should leave on the mainland to govern and did not relish an argument. He had reasoned that Quintus though arguably not as gifted a commander as Gaius had more experience. Gaius had also yet to find a wife and Cornelius figured that to remain in Italy provided him with far better opportunity to correct this. Aulus was to accompany Cornelius to Messena to learn from his father. The rest of the day was spent in preparation and then finally in celebration for soon the sons of Scipii would part company and who knew when next they would all be together.

[Horseman]

The sons of the Scipii

https://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc83/insane_mikey/Cornelius.jpgCornelius – 54 years old and head of the Scipii family. Married to Metella (52) and blessed with four sons. Cornelius served in the Roman army for many years during the campaigns to dominate the Italian peninsular. His skills in battle eventually led to him achieving the rank of Legionary commander before he chose to retire from the military and pursue a political career. He is often accompanied by his old friend and one time mentor Julianus (aged retainer)

Traits – Faction Leader, Good commander, Politician, Skilled bureaucrat, stern and skilled infantry commander. Command=3, Management=4 and Influence=4.

https://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc83/insane_mikey/Julianus.jpg Julianus – 36 years old and faction heir as Cornelius’s eldest son. Married to Antistia (30) with two sons, Flavius (11) and Lucius (8) Julianus served in northern Italy with the Legions. Although much of his time was spent on garrison duties he did fight more than one battle against Gallic tribes looking to settle in Roman lands. He rose to the rank of Tribune before retiring from the army to join his father in Rome and learn all he would need to know in order to one day lead the family. He is often found in the company of one Marcus Agrippa, a stern disciplinarian and friend from the Legions (Drill Master)

Traits – Faction heir, confidant commander, natural born general, Political animal and Chancer. Command=4, Management=0 and Influence=2.

https://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc83/insane_mikey/Quintus.jpg Quintus – 35 years old and 2nd son of Cornelius. Married to Crispina (30) with a daughter Placidia (6) and a son Publius (2) Quintus joined the army shortly after his brother Julianus. He was posted to the same legion and followed his brother through the ranks. When Julianus retired from active service Quintus was promoted to Tribune in his stead. Although not a naturally gifted leader of men Quintus was well suited to command and eventually won promotion to Legionary Commander. Shortly afterwards he was recalled to Rome by his father, ready to participate in the Senates new grand scheme.

Traits – Command talent, political animal, sharp and open handed. Command=2, Management=0 and Influence=3.

https://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc83/insane_mikey/Gaius.jpg Gaius - 29 years old and the 3rd son of Cornelius. Unmarried. Gaius shares his eldest brother's gift, he is a natural leader of men and has an excellent grasp of campaign strategy as well as battle tactics. Despite this he had up to now not chosen a life in the military but instead put his sharp mind to work in the political circuits of Rome. When Julianus retired from active duty Gaius enlisted (to do his duty as he has often been heard quoting) but before he left to begin his training his family was entrusted a new great task.

Traits – Natural born general, political animal, sharp, open handed and authoritarian. Command=4, Management=0 and Influence=3

Aulus – 14 years old and 4th son of Cornelius. Aulus has not yet come of age and so has not yet had much experience beyond his tutors, his parents and of course his brothers. He has of yet to show any great qualities like his elder siblings but there is still time. Quite recently Aulus was taken down with a fever and was thought unlikely to survive at one point. Thankfully he pulled through in the end, perhaps showing an inner strength.

[Ferret]

good start, the focus on the characters should develop interestingly.

[Horseman]

Chapter 1 – And so it begins (summer 270bc)

Two men were riding hard through the Roman province of Campania. Suddenly the lead rider reined his horse in, his companion only just avoiding a collision, “GAIUS! The gods be damned, how would it look if we both arrived in Capua muddy and dishevelled from falling of our horses?”
“Oh relax Julianus, you avoided me didn’t you?” Julianus, the eldest son of Cornelius Scipio was not impressed “Why have we stopped anyway?” Gaius pointed into the distance “There brother, the great city of Capua just visible beyond those hills” Julianus squinted into the distance, gods be damned his vision wasn’t what it once was, but he wasn’t going to admit that to his younger brother, he’d only tease him relentlessly. Instead he spurred his horse on into the distance “Last one there buys the first round”

The two brothers had only recently been dispatched by their father. Julianus to assume command of the garrison Legion and Gaius to take over governorship of the province. As the 2nd province gifted to the Scipii to govern was on Sicilia, an island that was still disputed by the Carthaginians as well as the Syracusans (a Greek people) it was decided that the family’s household would be set up in Capua. This had led to a rather large and slow moving convoy which both the brothers had decided was just too slow. To this end they had left their personal guards under the command of Marcus Agrippa to escort the household whilst they rode on ahead. They had been told that the city had suffered in the past years with a string of inept Governors so were not surprised to find on their arrival a rather dirty place with a feeling of malcontent hanging in the air.

“Gaius, my 1st task is to inspect the Legion and get them ready to move, father will want these men in Sicilia soon enough” Gaius, not overly relishing the task of going through years worth of accounts decided to join his older brother. One hour later the inspection was complete and with Julianus barely able to speak Gaius offered to help “Did you want me to write to father for you?”

Cornelius Scipio was furious. It had been a few weeks since the Senate of Rome had outlined their great plan for Rome to rule the world. His household had been given governorship of two provinces as well as ‘three’ Legions under their direct command. Cornelius had heard rumours about the state of affairs in Campania but trusted his 3rd son Gaius would soon have that straitened out. What he did not expect was the almost total lack of defences at Messena, a paltry wooden palisade, he had expected more for a City on the boarders of two dangerous nations. There wasn’t even a proper port constructed here meaning his transport ship had literally had to “beach” to allow him to disembark. Jumping into the sand was not how he envisioned his arrival.

But all of this paled into insignificance when measured against the quality of the two ‘legions’ stationed here. The 1st ‘legion’ (the larger of the two) had an established strength of 1600 men. 400 of these were Velite skirmishers and the remaining 1200 Hastati. There were no older and therefore more experienced Princepes let alone any veteran Triarii and not even a stable to house horses existed, so they were also without any Equites. And if all this wasn’t bad enough the 2nd ‘Legion’ was even smaller. 400 Hastati were barely worthy of being called a legion. In addition to these two ‘Legions’ there was also a company of 400 archers on Sicilia. Cornelius ordered the fleet to make all speed to escort Julianus and the 3rd Legion to Sicilia, the one thing keeping him sane, surely no Legion garrisoned on Roman soil would be in such a state.

After two days Cornelius’s worst fears were confirmed. He had received a letter from Julianus (though the hand writing looked like Gaius’) the 3rd ‘Legion’ was only 1200 men strong all of whom were Hastati. Julianus advised he was going to bring the legion up to strength before he departed and in the mean time Gaius was having a port built. An hour later a message arrived from the Senate, he was ordered to begin operations to secure the south east of Sicilia and take the city of Syracuse. To this end he dispatched a return letter to Julianus ordering the immediate deployment of the 3rd Legion to Sicilia. Gaius was to begin mustering new forces to bring the army up to strength. He then called for Aulus Ovdius.

Aulus Ovdius was 20 years old and had a great knack for overhearing the right conversations at the right time. He serves the house of Scipio and is very good at what he does. What he does is gather intelligence.
“Ah Aulus, I have a job for you”
“What would you have me do master?”
“I need information on the city of Syracuse”
“What information exactly do you require?”
“The strength of her defences, the size and quality of her garrison and competency of her military commander” Aulus did not miss a beat
“I will not ask why, but your will master, is my pleasure. I will have the information for you as soon as possible” With that Aulus was dismissed. Cornelius truly hoped the garrison was not large.

After a full month of waiting Cornelius was becoming impatient. He was sure Aulus (the spy, not his son) would not fail him and he knew the information he had asked for would not be easy to acquire but still he was hardly able to concentrate on anything else. Quintus understood his father’s impatience and was himself, itching to get into the field, “I was thinking, maybe I should take the 1st Legion south from the city, not into Syracusan lands but close by”
“For what purpose?” Quintus paused to think before he answered, “So that when Aulus reports back I am already in position to march on Syracuse” Cornelius could not stifle the laugh “And it’s nothing to do with being bored? Or you wanting to get out there and do, well something?” Quintus could not help the grin that now spread across his face, “Well the sooner we can pacify Sicilia the sooner I’ll feel happy to ship Crispina and the children over, and I’m sure you miss mother?”
“Oh you know me well enough, but what would you do if we spotted a force of Syracusans on our boarders?” Quintus needed no time to think on this question, “Take my Legion into the field and prepare for a bat….” Quintus realised his mistake. To do as he was suggesting could alert the enemy of their intentions. All well and good if the enemy garrison was small, but if it was larger than his own, well it is not good to start a war until you are ready.
“Thank you for the lesson father, I think I’ll go and see if Aulus is well enough today to practice his sword”

In a small bar on the outskirts of Capua three men sat drinking. Julianus Scipio, Gaius Scipio and Marcus Agrippa. Only two days had passed since they had received word that Julianus was to sail at once for Sicilia but already the 3rd Legion was enroot to embark on the transport ships. With them was a single company of Samnite mercenaries numbering 400 men, Julianus had figured he’d need all the men he could muster. And now he had one more duty to perform before he departed, “Marcus, I need you to remain in Campania” Marcus was shocked, how could his old friend even envision heading into battle without him? “And who will watch your back Julian?”
“I do have my bodyguard you know” Marcus shock his head, “And who will ensure the men don’t slack off, who’ll drill them all the way to Sicilia for you?” Julianus had expected this so was well prepared, he gestured to Gaius “Marcus the men here are already well trained, but if you come with me who will help this useless lump make sure our reinforcements are well trained?” Gaius sounded hurt, “Hey no fair” but he’d already had this discussion with his brother “To be honest Marcus I could use your help, I have barely enough hours in the day to ensure things are being done in the city. If I’m sending new recruits to Sicilia to reinforce my brothers it would be nice if I knew they would stand and fight. And there is none better than you at drilling men” Marcus knew he was beaten, “You cry no fair and here I am with two sons of Scipii outflanking me!!!” The three friends drank long into the night saying their goodbyes not knowing when they would again see each other. The next day at first light Julianus departed to embark on his transport and sail to Sicilia.

Quintus hurried to his father’s chambers, upon arrival he entered without knocking as he had just been summoned, “Father, what news?”
“Word from Aulus Ovdius or rather a fairly detailed report” Quintus took the parchment from his father’s hands and read.

Syracuse was defended by a sturdy stone wall, Aulus had made sketches of the layout for them. The garrison was large but not overpowering. There were 1600 Hoplites, half were professional and the other half only Militia. There were also 400 Archers and 400 Peltasts. Quintus gasped, “It says here the garrison is commanded by Dionysus of Sparta, I know that name?” His father nodded, “Yes Quintus, he is a prince of Sparta” Quintus was confused, “Why would the Prince of Sparta be commanding the Syracusan garrison?” Cornelius prompted his son to read the rest of the report.

It would appear that many of the old Greek city states had entered into an alliance for mutual protection and that the Spartans had been elected to lead the combined military force. Sparta, Thermon, Pergamene, Rhodes and of course Syracuse had all agreed to join this pact.
“We must inform the Senate father, it is not just Syracuse we will be declaring war on but a Greek alliance” Quintus was not surprised by the reply.
“I have already sent a message, they will know soon enough. And now my son it is time for a show of strength, take the 1st Legion south to the boarder”

Later that day the 1st Legion marched out of the gates of Messena south towards Syracuse. Aware that his force was outnumbered Quintus had hired 400 mercenary Hoplites and 400 mercenary Peltast. In addition Quintus had hired a mercenary captain to command these two companies, his name was Alexander and he was a Greek but seemed to have little trouble fighting for the Romans (just so long as the pay was good)

As the summer came to a close the 1st Legion was camped on the Roman/Syracuse boarder whilst the 3rd were at sea. Soon war would come

[The Wandering Scholar]

Nice work, i'll be looking forward to this!

[Horseman]

Chapter 2 – To War! (winter 270bc)

Cornelius was sat in his chambers mulling over the reports from the Scipii provinces. He was worried, he had less than 500 Denarii left in the treasury and if the projections were correct he’d need all that just to pay the army over the next season. Still he had commissioned a port to be built here in Messena last summer and Gaius had done the same in Capua so that should encourage some trade to pass through the two cities, trade that they could of course tax. In some ways it was good that his three legions where somewhat under strength as they probably would already be bankrupt if they weren’t. His thoughts were interrupted by a faint knocking at his door and before he could call enter the door swung open.

The aged Scipio smiled, aside from his sons only one man would dare enter his chambers without permission, “Ah Julianus, it is good to see you. Please tell me these financial reports are not accurate” Julianus was an old man, he had schooled Cornelius many years ago and the two had grown close. Now he was a trusted advisor and friend (Cornelius was so found of his mentor he had even named his 1st born son for him) “I’m sorry old friend they are as accurate as I could make them” Cornelius cursed, “That means we’ll be bankrupt within a year if we don’t increase revenue!” Julianus took a seat and smiled “Then it’s a good thing Syracuse is wealthy, it shouldn’t be long before our flags fly over the city” the old man caught his breath “but that is not why I have come. Your son Aulus has returned from visiting Quintus on the boarder, it would seem the journey has taken its toll and he has retired to his bed” Cornelius sighed, “still the effects of that fever he had, do you think he’ll ever get his old strength back?”
“I’m afraid he may never fully heal, but time will tell”

Quintus Scipio cursed, it was cold and one of his men had roused him from his bed and some ungodly hour, “What is it Centurion?”
“We have spotted ships on the horizon Sir, moving towards land, possibly those damned Greeks trying to outflank us” This was news worthy of waking him indeed, Quintus threw on some clothes and followed the Centurion towards the sea, he laughed when he arrived, “I wouldn’t panic just yet, see those sails? That’s a Scipii squadron, I think our reinforcements have arrived”

Some hours later the transports of the 3rd Legion where beached and two brothers were reunited.
“Welcome to Sicilia big brother” Quintus was overjoyed to see Julianus, who in turn was equally happy, “Ah LITTLE brother, its good to see you, Crispina asks me to remind you to look after yourself”
“We all know which part of me she really wants safe” A smile broke out on Quintus’s face even as he answered until at last both brothers could not stop the laughter.

Gaius Scipio was sat bored watching 600 men, newly raised into a town watch parade around the drill square, “Very good Marcus, but really are we going to send these men to fight in the Legions?” Marcus shot his friend a look that could have killed if looks could indeed kill, “Gaius really, we don’t have the coin to outfit professional fighting men at this time. Besides the people in this city don’t seem to happy, it is prudent to have some sort of force to police the streets with the Campanian Legion now on Sicilia” Gaius knew Marcus was right, still it irked him that they could not yet send reinforcements to his father and brother.

Several weeks had passed since Aulus Scipio had returned from his journey to visit Quintus and still he was poorly. But he had for the 1st time in those weeks roused from his bed and was now walking with his father through the grounds of their villa. “What use am I to be if I can not even undertake such a small journey without falling ill, how am I too lead your armies in battle?” He was understandably upset, he had always dreamt of following in his fathers and brothers footsteps and joining the military. “Aulus my son, we are in need of more than just generals if we are to succeed in the Senates quest. We will need governors and diplomats too”
“I know father, but where is the glory in that?” Before Cornelius could answer his old friend Julianus appeared, “News from Rome, news from Rome!” Cornelius was glad as this had diverted Aulus attention immediately and the young Scipio was first to respond, “What news Uncle?” (Although not related, all of Cornelius’s sons called Julianus Uncle)
“It would appear that Rome’s domain has expanded, the house of Julii have successfully taken the town of Segesta and now hold the province of Liguria”
Cornelius was pleased for his old friend but also concerned. Although no one had said it, this was as such a popularity contest, if the Julii had gained territory then this would no doubt increase their standing in the Senate as well as with the common plebs (the people really do love a winner) He knew that his family could not afford to fall behind, “Send word to Julianus and Quintus. I want the 1st and the 3rd marching on Syracuse before the week is out.

Julianus and Quintus were on the move less than a day after they received word from their father. As their armies broke camp they received word from Aulus Ovdius. The majority of the Syracuse garrison had left the city and marched to the Carthaginian boarder, maybe they had not spotted the Romans massing to the north. With this news it was decided that Quintus would take his Legion west to intercept the Greek army whilst Julianus was to march direct to Syracuse. As the 3rd did not have any Velite skirmishers to cover the army the mercenary Peltasts that Quintus had hired some months ago would also transfer to march with them.

Quintus’s Legion had marched for a month before they managed to find the enemy force but they could not bring them to battle. The Greeks fled into Carthaginian held lands and Quintus did not want to risk starting a war by following them.

With only one week left until the end of winter Julianus Scipio and the 3rd Legion laid siege to Syracuse. He was confident of victory but would need some time to build some siege equipment before he could breach the walls. One day later the Scipii fleet blockaded the Syracusan port. The war had begun.

[Horseman]

good start, the focus on the characters should develop interestingly.

I hope so - of course as the family tree gets larger it may get more complicated!

Still I plan to only focus on certain "major" characters. Namely the Faction Leader and heir plus there immediate families. The others will only be bit parts (aka supporting actors!)

I wanted to stay away from the "this turn I build x in y settlement" AAR and wanted to write a story!


Nice work, i'll be looking forward to this!

Thanks - nice to have feedback and to know its being read!

Some other things I thought I'd point out before someone notices it and wonders whats going on.

1) I'm not the best general in the real time battles, I find a good portion of my battles are won via the Stratigic map - I rarely find myself having to fight vastly superior armies (and when I do I tend to lose) So please no "how did you lose so many men!" comments :embarassed:

2) As you'll already see my amies are 1000's strong. No I'm not runing some suped up computer with moded unit strengths i'm simply telling a story. A legion coprised of 120 Velites, 120, Hastati, 120 Princepes, 60 Triarii and 27 Equites for a grand total of 447 men just sounds naff!!!! Hence unit sizes are approx multiplied by 10 in the story (kinda how its done in table top wargaming!)

3) Similarily I always look at settlement population as only counting adult males (again story wise multiplied by 10)

4) If you spot any spelling errors let me know, I am using word to write and therefore spell check bu of course some of these words just aint in the dictionary:thumbsdown:

5) Another rule that I didn't mention in my 1st post (sheesh I hate not having an edit fuction!) is when defending setlements I will try to hold the walls....no camping in the central square - thats for heroic last stands. The way I see it is you just dont let the enemy walk through your town unopposed!

6) Oh also I'm going to try not to take settlements unless order to do so by the Senate (until the cival war of course!) This is to mainly slow me down and present more of a challenge at Cival war stage (I find the Senate normally tries to keep the 3 Roman facions kinda balanced)

7) And finaly (for now at least) I dont envision every turn being 1 chapter - you know what its like some turns nothing happens and other times you can have a few turns in a row with nothing happening. We shall see if that pans out as the difference with writing a story like this is that inevitably something is happening (births, marriges, elections)

[Ferret]

if you really feel the need for the edit button for corrections and such like you should contact TosaInu, he should help you out. And yes it is being read and enjoyed. :2thumbsup:

[Long lost Caesar]

its being read and trust me, its being enjoyed.

[The Wandering Scholar]

Just caught up with the last installment. I like how I seem to know everyone like they are my family. :smile:

[Horseman]

Chapter 3 – First Blood (summer 269bc)

Quintus Scipio gazed wearily into the early morning mist, just over the horizon to the west he knew the Greek army was encamped. The 1st legion has been shadowing this force, marching north then south then back north and so on for two weeks now. The Greeks were attempting to slip past, no doubt they desired to return to Syracuse though they were probably not aware that the city was currently besieged by the 3rd Legion under the command of Quintus’s older brother Julianus. Quintus for his part just needed to prevent them returning until at least the siege was completed in Rome’s favour. The Roman force numbered over a fifth again what the Greeks could muster but for now the enemy had retired into what was considered Carthaginian country, this had achieved exactly what the Greeks had hoped for as Quintus was reluctant to provoke any hostility from Carthage. It wasn’t that he was scared of this enemy (or any other) but he was experienced enough a warrior to know, never provoke a fight until you are ready.

“May I make a suggestion General?” The accent was unmistakeable, it was Alexander the Greek mercenary captain that Quintus had hired along with 800 of his country men, “Alexander you’ve seen more of battle then any man in this army, me included!” Quintus was not exaggerating for Alexander had fought all over Greece for various employers. He’d even fought as far east as Galatia in the employ of the Seleucid Empire, he truly was a veteran, “I’ll take that as a yes General. We have 140 Cavalry with the army, we could use them to scout the surrounding country side, if they find no sign of a Carthaginian patrol we could get this little dance finished” Quintus admitted this was a good idea. He’d never really thought about it, the cavalry that Alexander referred to was his personal guard and as heavy cavalry were not accustomed to scouting. Still with the Legion lacking any cavalry of its own this was a good plan.

Near the city of Messena Cornelius Scipio and his old friend Julianus were busy inspecting the new port that had been constructed to service the city. Julianus gave his report, “Well as hoped revenue has already increased, it won’t be long before we have some good solid trade routes established, especially with a new trade agreement made with a confederation of Gallic tribes. With the new port facilities also constructed in Campania we should start showing some improvement in profits” Cornelius was glad, he knew the treasury was almost empty and they still owed pay to the majority of the army, “That’s good news, so we can get the pay sent out to the legions we have in the field?” Julianus looked sheepish, “Well, not really. If we did that it wouldn’t leave our coffers looking to healthy” The old Scipio let out a sigh, “How much would we have left?”
“Well actually if my working out has been correct we are over 100 Denarii short of paying the full wages owed” Well that was that, Julianus was very rarely wrong in these matters and Cornelius would have gambled his life that his old friend and mentor would not have made some mistake with his figures.
“Well we can’t keep the men waiting much longer or there’ll be mutinies. Send a message to Syracuse and tell my son we need that city in our hands now and if he can loot the city vaults so much the better”

Quintus was sure the gods were playing some cruel joke on him. Mere hours after he had despatched over a hundred men into the surrounding country to check for any Carthaginian presence he received word from the Velite detachment he had watching the Greek camp. They had broken camp and retreated further into Carthaginian territory. His scouts kept contact with them for most of the following day but in the end Quintus had to recall them. To risk war with Carthage at this stage would not have pleased his father. Instead he contented himself with posting a series of detachments along the boarder, the Greek force would not be slipping back to help their city any time soon.

Julianus Scipio dismissed the messenger. He had hoped to continue the siege a little longer to weaken the enemies resolve. His father’s orders dashed those hopes and he would need to assault the city soon if they did not surrender. It would be bloody, assaulting fortifications always was but Julianus did not doubt victory was assured. The Greeks had only 400 Syracusan Hoplites and 190 heavy Cavalry from Sparta (the personal guard of Dionysus) while Julianus commanded 2200 men including his own guard.

Two hours later Julianus accompanied by a dozen of his guard rode under a flag of truce towards the northern gate of Syracuse stopping just short of bow range. There they waited. After what seemed like an age the great gates swung open and the Roman party advanced to meet their Greek counterparts. As the two groups neared each other Julianus was the first to speak, “Hail, I am Julianus of the house of Scipii and commander of the 3rd Scipii Legion” The lead rider of the Greek party replied, “I am Dionysus of Sparta, what do you want Roman scum?” Julianus ignored the obvious insult, “I am here to offer terms for your surrender” before he could offer his terms Dionysus cut in, “We will not surrender, take your army and leave these lands” Julianus paused to prepare his response when one of Dionysus’s comrades moved forward a little, “I speak on behalf of the Syracusan people and I would like to hear…” before he could finish Dionysus had rounded on him, “Silence, I am the commander hear and you do not speak out of turn” The Syracusan shied away and spoke no more. Julianus had heard of Spartan arrogance and stubbornness, indeed who had not heard the tale of the 300 Spartans? Still he delivered his terms, “The Syracusan garrison will surrender to me and be disarmed. The Spartan contingent will be allowed to leave to the coast and is granted safe passage to Greece. The city itself will submit to the rule of Rome and pay us 5000 Denarii in reparations” Julianus did not have to wait long for his answer.
“Surrender? WE ARE SPARTANS!” With that Dionysus led his companions back towards the city. Julianus had no doubt what was meant by that last statement, Dionysus would fight to the last. Still this exchange had not been a complete waste of time. In the past weeks the spy Aulus had managed to maintain contact with Julianus despite the siege, he had reported that many Syracusans were friends to Rome and would happily surrender to save the city from destruction. The Syracusan companion of Dionysus had confirmed that these people were not quite so ready to die like the Spartans.

At first light the following day Julianus received the news he had been waiting for. At noon a group of Syracusans would storm the northern defences and hold the gate house long enough for the Romans to enter the city unopposed. It would then be a simple mater of hunting down the Spartans. Julianus briefed his army, there would be no looting. The army would march through the gates in good order and then move to eliminate the Spartans, for now any Syracusan who did not offer direct opposition would be spared.

As noon approached Julianus detailed his two Mercenary companies (the 400 Samnites he had brought from Italy and the 400 Peltasts that Quintus had hired locally) to remain in camp to guard the supplies whilst he led the legion into the city.

Dionysus was eating his lunch when a commotion broke out and one of his guards burst into the room, “My lord the Romans advance on the city and the northern gates are open!” Dionysus was on his feet in seconds, “By the gods get those damned gates closed ad fetch my armour”
“We can’t sire, the gatehouse has been taken by a group of rebels, our Hoplites have moved to storm them but the enemy have barricaded all the entrances” Dionysus was no fool, they had been betrayed, “Get those men back to the city square, there we will make our stand”

Julianus smiled, Aulus had made good on his promise and shortly after noon the 3rd Scipii Legion entered the City of Syracuse. Once inside Aulus approached him, “Ah master Julianus, the Spartans are forming to make their stand at the city Plaza and I’m afraid the Syracusan Garrison has chosen to stand with them” Julian was disappointed, he had hoped to spare their lives, “Lead me to them Aulus”

Aulus led the Legion to where the enemy was waiting. Julianus admired their courage, the Hoplites though not Spartan had already formed a Phalanx formation ready for the combat to come. Dionysus stood with his mounted guard ready to sell their lives. Julianus formed his men up and marched forward, soon blood would be spilt.

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The battle itself was over in mere minutes, before long the last pockets of Greek resistance were surrounded and cut down. Julianus truly did admire their courage and only hoped that when it was his time he would die as well as these men.

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Over the next few weeks small riots broke out in the city, each one was forcibly put down and any rioters caught were sold as slaves. With help form Aulus and the loyal Syracusans who had helped the Romans Julianus also rounded up many of the citizens who opposed Roman occupation (and in this it did not matter if they bore arms or not) their fate would also be to live out their lives as slaves.

Cornelius Scipio could not contain his happiness at the news he heard. Syracuse had fallen to Julianus and Scipii flags now flew all over the mighty city. Further more a chest of 633 Denarii looted from the city was sent with the news as well as a considerable number of slaves. The victory was complete when a gift from the Senate arrived at his villa. As promised, a reward of 5000 Denarii had been given for completing his assigned objective. All this for the loss of 210 Hastati.

Gaius Scipio was in a tavern with his friend Marcus Agrippa when cheers began erupting outside, straining Gaius could just make out what was being said, “Up the Scipii, up he Scipii” Gaius was puzzled whilst Marcus just laughed, “What is your secret Gaius? How are you so loved?” With a shrug Gaius rose from the table and went outside. There he stopped a young lady in her tracks, his sudden appearance jolting her and making her drop her basket, “I am sorry Lady and have you any clue to why the people cheer the family of Scipio?” Even before the question had escaped his lips he was already aware of her stunning beauty. Moments after she delivered her answer Gaius knew this was a day he would never forget, “For the Scipii, FOR THE SCIPII!”

[Horseman]

Thanks for the feedback guys, glad you're enjoying it. I'll try to keep a good pace but it takes me longer writing the story than playing the game!

[Horseman]

Chapter 4 – A new mission (winter 269bc)

Two months had passed since he first heard the news that Syracuse had been taken (and he was still amazed that they had learnt of it through the rumour mill a full two days before word had reached them from Cornelius Scipio) and still Marcus Agrippa was struggling to find the funds to train reinforcements for the Legions. He had spent the past 30 minutes trying to ascertain the whereabouts of the governor of Campania, Gaius Scipio. He hoped to persuade his friend to part with some money from the city treasury to help but first he had to find him.

A female voice called out from behind, “Marcus, don’t rush away dear” Marcus turned and forced a smile, he did not dislike Metella as such, he just found that the elderly wife of Cornelius Scipio could sometimes go on a bit and he had little patience for this, “My lady, how can I be off service?” Metella smiled sweetly, “I was wondering if you had seen Gaius? I was hoping he would actually manage to join us for dinner this evening” Marcus shook his head, “I’m sorry my lady I was looking for him myself as we have urgent business” Metella sighed, “I’ve hardly seen him this past month, and even then not since the celebrations. Well if you do catch up to him, please remind him that I am due to leave for Sicilia tomorrow with Antistia, Crispina and the children. It would be nice to see him before I leave” Marcus recognised the implied ramifications in that last sentence. Poor Gaius would have hell to pay if he did not dine with the family before they left, “I’ll be sure to tell him if I see him” And just as Marcus thought he’d managed to extract himself without the loss of too much time the young Placidia came bouncing around the corner, “I know where uncle Gaius is, I saw him leave this morning with a girl and it looked like they were going riding” Marcus groaned, “That’s the third time this week, we wont see him for a few hours yet then” Even as the sentence left his lips Marcus knew he had made a mistake.
“Gaius has a lady friend? And you know all about her Marcus? You will have to fill me in…” Metella took his arm and led him down the corridor. Oh well thought Marcus, there goes most of this day.

Cornelius Scipio was in a good mood. It had been some time since Syracuse had fallen and although the 3rd Legion was tied down keeping the peace there he had recently received work from his son Julianus that he had begun training a force of Watchmen, when these were competent the 3rd would once again be mobile. On top of that his wife was due in Messena any day now and even better she would be accompanied by his grandchildren including Placidia. He had he would admit a soft spot for her, she was his only grand daughter and he had only sons so she was often spoiled. My little princess as he calls her. And if that wasn’t enough it was now only a matter of months before his youngest son Aulus came of age. He had planned a big party and all his family would be together for the first time since the Senate had entrusted his family with this task.

“Now that’s the look of a contented man” It was Julianus his old friend, “Ah my friend I take it you have the seasons reports from across our lands?”
Well the news was good, revenue was up, they had over 2000 Denarii in the treasury and after paying the army they’d be making a profit of over 1000 this season. Cornelius thought this day could get no better, “Well things are looking up for us, any other news?” Julianus rustled through the pile of parchments he had bought before he spoke, “Ah here we are, we have heard rumour that the Thracian and Scythian empires have declared themselves friends and allies. Not a great deal of effect on us at present.” Cornelius nodded in agreement before Julianus continued, “And it would appear that the Brutii are flavour of the month. Following their successful attack on Apollonia they now control all of Epirus, though I hardly think that little backwards country compares to the prestige of Syracuse” Cornelius of course agreed with this too, “Anything else?”
“Just this, it arrived under an hour ago” Julianus passed Cornelius a letter with the Senate seal it must be important.

Alexander was pleased. It had taken him only two days to locate the Greek army and he had got close enough to the enemy camp to confirm the full force was present. He sent a runner to inform Quintus whilst he remained in place with the remainder of the detachment that had been sent ahead.

Quintus Scipio received the message from his friend with great relief. Only three days ago his father’s orders had arrived. For the glory of Rome they had been ordered to march on the Carthaginian city of Lilybaeum and take it by force. Julianus and the 3rd Legion were still tied up in Syracuse keeping the peace so this task fell to Quintus and the 1st. It had taken him this long to gather his troops as they had been spread across the boarder in small detachments watching for the Greek. Now they were ready to march and Quintus had listened to Alexander’s council, “We must destroy the Greek army before we move on Lilybaeum or they may come to the Carthaginians aid”

It was a week before the 1st threatened the Greeks and they followed their previous form and withdrew. Only this time Quintus harried them relentlessly until at last he forced them to give battle.

The 1st Legion had 400 Velite Skirmishers and 1200 Hastati medium infantry. In addition to this Quintus also had his own personal guard numbering some 140 men, 400 Archers and 400 Mercenary Greek Hoplites commanded by his friend Alexander the Greek. Facing them were 1200 Syracusan Hoplites of which only a third were of any good quality, 400 Archers and 400 Peltasts.

Quintus deployed his Velites in the lead, as was customary there job would be to chase off the enemy skirmishers before they could damage the main infantry. The Hastati formed the main battle line with the archers deployed behind to give ranged support. With a lack of Triarii to form his reserve line with he placed the
Hoplites in this position, well they had spears like Triarii and Quintus wasn’t 100% sure about deploying them against their country men. Quintus deployed on the right flank with his cavalry bodyguard. He trusted Alexander to hold the centre if needed.

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The Greeks for their part did not deploy all their Infantry in one line. The 800 Militia Hoplites formed the first line with the Archers and Peltasts behind. Finally the 400 professional Hoplites made up the reserves.
The Roman army marched forward as one, a deafening roar sounded for 2000 men marched in time. As they entered bow range the Greek archers fired a volley at the lead unit of Velites, a score of men fell and they marched on. Another volley and another score of men lay dead or dying. In the distance the enemy Peltasts could be seen moving forward to add their own javelins to the arrow barrage, Quintus ordered the signal and almost at once the Velites responded. They surged forward and drove the enemy back with one thunderous volley of javelin fire. The Roman archers now in range, at last answered the Greek bows with arrows of their own. Another volley from the Velites was all it took to convince the undisciplined Militia Hoplites to begin their own advance. Quintus smiled, the Greek commander would no doubt be tearing his hair out for they were now far ahead of their reserves. Another signal from the horns and the Velites withdrew behind the Hastati who marched with a terrifying calm onwards. The enemy Militia no doubt realising their predicament turn to march back to where they had come. Too late, another blast from the horns and the Hastati break into a run, the Militia turn to face them but are disordered, their misery further compounded by a thousand Pila and as they attempt to untangle themselves from this mess twelve hundred Romans come within sword range, unable to properly form a Phalanx the Syracusans are cut to pieces by the well trained swordsmen of the 1st legion.

The Greek Captain, surely despairing by now orders forward his final throw of the dice. The Hoplites close in an attempt to screen the Peltasts and Archers withdrawal. But it is too little too late, the brave Hoplites are quickly surrounded.

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With the last of the enemy heavy infantry now engaged Quintus leads his bodyguard in a charge. The Greek light troops offer little resistance and as the last of them falls Quintus turns to see his men cut down the last of the Hoplites. The battle is over and it is a clear victory to Rome.

Later that night the piles of dead Greeks are set alight, the plumes of thick black smoke serve as a warning to the Carthaginian garrison of Lilybaeum. Be afraid, the Romans are coming. Quintus and Alexander count the cost, 70 Velites and 160 Hastati are confirmed as dead. Quintus was happy (well as happy as one could be with loses of any kind) that loses were not too heavy and he felt they were acceptable. The following morning the 1st Legion is back on the road marching for Lilybaeum, at their head rides Quintus Scipio who now knows at his back he has an army of true Romans.

[The Wandering Scholar]

Ohh you do know how to please

[Horseman]

Glad you're enjoying it :beam:

Anything in particular you like, and anything you're not so sure on/dislike?

And thats for everyone not just Tom0

[Horseman]

Chapter 5 – A new foe (summer 268bc)

Cornelius Scipio was happier than he had been in a long time. His wife had arrived in Messena several months ago along with all his grandchildren. Whilst Flavius and Lucius had only stayed a week before moving onto Syracuse to visit with their father Julianus both Publius and (even better) Placidia had remained with their mother here. This was of course because their father Quintus was currently in the field with the 1st Legion. Not just in the field but in enemy lands, that was no place for children. Further more it was now only a week until his youngest son Aulus came of age and a huge celebration was planned, all his sons would be here with of course his grandchildren and Metella had told him that his third son Gaius was also bringing a lady to meet his father. This was good news as one of the reasons he had left Gaius to govern Campania was to allow him to find a suitable wife before he began his military career. And to complete this feeling of sheer joy Cornelius had just read a letter from his eldest son Julianus. Antistia (Julianus’ wife) was with child again, their third and another grandchild for the elderly Scipio and his wife to dote on. The pregnancy had been spotted late and the child was due in only six months time.

Quintus was looking over a rough map of Lilybaeum provided to him by Aulus the spy, “How accurate is this Aulus?” Aulus knew Quintus would be pleased with his response, “I sketched the street plans myself my lord when I was in the city” Quintus was pleased, “Good, now what can you tell me of the garrison?” The spy grinned before responding, “The garrison is lead by Theages of Carthage. He has 140 heavy cavalry that act as his personal guard, 2400 Militia and a company of 400 Skirmishers. Surely no match for the mighty 1st” Alexander the Greek coughed, “Tell me spy, how sure of these numbers are you?” Aulus looked at once to Quintus who gestured for him to answer the question, “100% my lord, I made enquires with some of the local merchants and finally scouted their barracks myself to be sure, I would stake my reputation on it” Marcus coughed again but this time it was Quintus who spoke, “My father places great stock on your skills, I will take you at your word. I want you to go back in, see if you can stir up some minor trouble to distract them” Aulus had guessed this would be asked, “It will not be as easy to get in this time my lord, the garrison was called to heightened readiness as I left, I suspect they have seen your army approach” None of those gathered here was really surprised, over 2000 men marched with the army, not easily hidden. Alexander smiled to himself, “I have an idea”

Julianus Scipio was getting tired of Syracuse, true enough it was a nice enough city and almost as civilised as Rome but the Greek architecture just made something shudder deep inside of him. He was looking forward to a chance to get away, even if it was only for a few weeks to attend Aulus’ coming of age celebration. He could of course make the trip quicker but his wife was with child so travel would be slow and he didn’t want to tire her out to much by forcing a return trip on her the day after they arrived. Julianus’ mind was snapped back to the present by his eldest sons voice, “Check mate” They were playing Latrunculi (A game not to dissimilar to modern chess) Julianus studied the boarded intensely before he spoke, “By the gods Flavius that’s the fourth game in a row” Flavius grinned at his father, “You play too defensively father, you need to be more aggressive in your style and attack me first” Julianus could see an element of truth in this, “Ok, rematch”

Alexander the Greek was smiling to himself as his party rode out of the gates of Lilybaeum. He had been sent with an escort of thirty men to try and negotiate the surrender of the city. The Carthaginians had of course turned him away trusting in their wooden walls to hold the enemy until Carthage could send aid. Plus Theages himself had pointed out the garrison outnumbered the Roman army. Alexander couldn’t help finding it amusing that the enemy thought their militia would stand up to professional fighting men. Still no one had noticed that the Roman party was short one man when they left.

Quintus ensured the siege lines were in place before he left for Messena. Alexander was to remain behind to command the Legion as he had proven himself a very capable tactician. Some of the Centurions complained but Quintus was adamant, he had no doubt that Alexander was a better leader than any of them and it made him happier knowing that if the Carthaginians did try something a man of Alexander’s calibre was here to make sure the appropriate action was taken. Quintus would be back before the end of the month, then the plan they had hatched with Aulus would be put into action.

It had passed midnight and the party was all but over, there had been a great feast and enough wine had been drunk to sink a Bireme. Tales of battle had been told and retold a hundred times, each telling becoming more and more exaggerated. The children had been sent to bed, the Scipii woman had retired of their own acord and the majority of guests had also turned in for the night. The remaining revellers though had no intention of calling it a night, the five Scipii men along with Marcus Agrippa and Julianus the aged had not all been together for a long time and tonight they were determined to make the most of it. “I’m telling you, those Greeks are no fighters and even the MIGHTY SPARTANS” Julianus Scipio stood and raised his hand to emphasis the last words, “are no match for good honest Romans” Quintus shook his head, “No no no, these Greeks they aren’t so bad. Why I know a Greek who knows his stuff” the others groaned but it was Gaius who spoke, “Not again, Qunity you’ve told us about Alexander a thousand times already, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were in love” Quintus joined in the laughter with the others but it was Aulus who spoke in his defence (in between fits of giggles) “Well Gaius would know all about love, Gaius loves Fabia, Gaius loves Fabia, Gaius loves Fabia, Gaius loves…” With one final hiccup the young Scipio finally passed out. “Youth, they have no stamina” noted Julianus. The others agreed. Marcus had to concentrate to get his mouth working, “Young and drunk he may be but by the gods he actually had a point. Gaius you spend more time with your lady than with me!” The six men talked long into the night, one by one passing out until finally they all slept.

A week later Aulus was finally able to rouse himself form his bed, the party had taken its toll on his health. He was up and about in time to say farewell to Julianus and Gaius before they returned to Syracuse and Capua respectively. Even more importantly he was able to attend the ceremony that proved his drunken prediction was correct. Supervised by Cornelius Scipio, Gaius & Fabia were married. Gaius had expressed discomfort going ahead without Quintus present, he had naturally left as soon as he was able, with the 1st Legion currently maintaining siege lines around Lilybaeum he did not want to be away for longer than necessary. Cornelius had advised that Quintus would understand and why wait longer than was needed, Gaius was swayed.

Alexander made sure a full hundred men where ready to greet their general on his return. In less than an hour Quintus had been fully briefed. It had been quiet, the siege lines had not been crossed and soon the Carthaginians would start to feel the bite of reduced rations. Further more Aulus had been in touch, the plan would go ahead as scheduled, all Quintus and Alexander had to do was make sure the Legion was ready at the predetermined time.

It was the last day of summer and Julianus was comfortable sat in his chair. In the bed next to him lay his wife, tired and half asleep. In his arms he held his third son, Marcus Scipio. Truly he was blessed by the gods.

A son becomes a man

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[The Wandering Scholar]

Nice update, the family is quite an intereting one, I suppose that makes writing abou them far easier.

[Horseman]

Yes it helps to have 1 or 2 defining traits to build a character on.

Taking the starting family members as an example.

Gaius had natural born general, Quintus had command talent and Julianus had both lines of traits. So from the start I saw Julianus as a gifted leader with experience, Quintus as a not so gifted leader but still with experience whilst Gaius was gifted but had no military experience - an interesting mix.

As you can see with Aulus (normally I'd curse getting such a useless whelp come of age!) I picked out his feeling poorly trait as his defining trait - though untruthful may get into his character a bit later in the story (way I see it, we dont really know hes untruthful until he's been caught lying!)

Lets see if anyone can pick out what Flavious's defining trait will be before he comes of age :beam:

Woooo I just noticed I've been promoted to a member, wonderd when thaht happened! YEY and and 100 posts already!

[The Wandering Scholar]

W00t so have I, the HoFs are over.

[Horseman]

Chapter 6 – A defeat! (winter 268bc)

Aulus Ovdius shrunk back into the shadows, it was almost time. A commotion could be heard not far from where he was hidden and all of a sudden a young boy came running down the street, “The Romans, the Romans!!!! From the north” Aulus hearing this slipped away towards the southern gate.

The Carthaginian garrison was out in force within minutes, deployed in various defensive positions around the settlement walls. They weren’t much, a simple wooden palisade. But they were enough to give them the edge if the Romans attempted to assault the city. The garrison commander Theages knew that any attempt to meet the enemy in open battle would not go well for the Carthaginians as the majority of his troops (if you could call them troops) were Town Militia, ok for keeping the peace but not much use in a stand up fight.

Quintus Scipio was sat now waiting for first light as that was the signal for the attack to begin. He couldn’t help admire the plan that he, Alexander and Aulus had cooked up. Under cover of darkness the 1st Legion had approached as close to the city as they dared. Quintus hoped they had gone unseen, if not this could go badly. Still he trusted in Aulus and his skills.

The first rays of light hit the mighty city of Lilybaeum this was the allotted time. Quintus mounted his horse and drew his sword, “Now sons of Mars with me, onto glory onto victory, for Rome and for the Scipii!” As one the Romans charged towards the gate with Quintus and 140 bodyguards taking the lead.

Mago had deployed with the rest of the 400 Carthaginian Skirmishers at the southern gate, the alarm had been raised, the Romans attacked from the north and they had been sent here just in case the Romans tried something sneaky. All of a sudden he heard a terrible roar from outside of the city, he ran to the wall and peered out though the gaps in the wooden logs that made the palisade. The sight he saw filed him with fear, still with the walls and the gate firmly closed there would be time to redeploy the defending garrison. Then it happened as he turned to send one of his men back to worn their commander the left hand gate simply fell to the ground with a crash followed mere seconds later by the right. Mago contained his fear well enough to issue his orders, “You boy, run like the wind, find Commander Theages and tell him, tell him the Romans attack the southern gate and it has been breached, we’ll hold them for as long as we can”

Mago had managed to get his men into a fighting formation scant seconds before the Roman horsemen burst through the open gate house. It was a one sided fight but not one of the brave Carthaginians fled. Quintus reformed his bodyguard quickly, they had gained entry to the city but the streets were no place for cavalry. As the rest of the Legion began filtering though Quintus ordered the Hastati to take the lead backed up closely by the Archers. Studying the map that Aulus had provided allowed the men to find their way even in the low levels of light.

Theages had acted quickly and ordered his men to stem the Roman tide. But it was too late, man for man the Roman troops far outclassed the Militia garrison and slowly but surely they were pushed back until at last a great swirling melee erupted around the town plaza.

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Aulus had watched the assault play out in a text book fashion, he allowed himself a small measure of pride for he had been involved in the plans conception and was then pivotal in its execution. He had followed the Legion through the city and now watched the men of the 1st in their orgy of blood letting. For a full twelve hours the Romans ran rampant through the town massacring the Carthaginian men where ever they found them, only the woman and children were safe.

Cornelius Scipio was furious. Two days ago they had spotted a Greek Bireme squadron anchored off the north coast of Sicilia, the squadron looked under strength in ships and the lead bireme flew the personal pennant of Kleomanes of Sparta, further more there were several transport ships anchored with them. He had of course sent orders to his fleet of two Bireme squadrons to intercept and destroy. The Greeks had pulled back as soon as they sighted the Roman fleet and as per their orders the Romans pursued. Two days later, with no word from his own fleet the Greeks had returned and again dropped anchor. Cornelius felt it in his bones, the Scipii fleet had been defeated.

Alexander the Greek walked through the streets of Lilybaeum, they were deserted for the Romans had massacred the population only a week ago. He came at last to the villa that Quintus Scipio had commandeered. The guards of course recognised him and parted to let him past, “Hail Quintus” The second son of Cornelius Scipio looked up and smiled, “Ah Alexander, what news?” The Mercenary Captain took a seat and pulled some parchment from his robes, “Well we didn’t do too badly at all my friend, our own loses amount to less than 300 men including 60 of your heavy horse and ten archers”
Quintus was pleased, “Do we have any estimates on the number of men left in the city? And how much loot did we take?” Checking his parchment again Alexander answered, “Fewer than ten thousand adult males remain, we estimate fully three in four were killed. Many that survived are very old or crippled. I have sent a chest of 2450 Denarii with escort to Messena and a further thousand was shared amongst the men”
Quintus was pleased with this, “I’m sure that’ll keep father happy”

In the city of Capua Marcus Agrippa was raging at his friend, “By the gods Gaius, what do you want me to do with THEM?” Marcus was referring to the 600 unwashed, unshaven and downright smelly Gallic mercenaries that the Senate had sent as ‘reward’ for the Scipii completing their latest mission. Gaius was faintly amused at his friend’s plight, “I don’t know, put them on patrol around the city I guess” Gaius suddenly caught the scent of something unpleasant, “By the gods, what’s that stink?” It was Marcus’s turn to smirk, “Guess”
It was at that point that both men decided maybe some policing in the countryside would be in order.

[The Wandering Scholar]

I really enjoy this.

[Horseman]

Chapter 7 – Diplomacy (summer 267bc)

Cornelius Scipio was sat with his friend Julianus, as usual Julianus was giving a detailed report on the state of the Scipii domains.
“All in all Cornelius the treasury is looking healthy. We have almost 2000 Denarii in the vaults and we’re looking to make another fourteen hundred after expenses this season” This was certainly good news thought Cornelius it was the healthiest the treasury had been for some time. Julianus continues, “Military wise things are looking up, the 3rd Legion has been sent a detachment of 270 Equites and we expect to see the 1st receive their own detachment in a mater of months. And if I may make a suggestion, it might be prudent to pull the 1st back to Syracuse to allow them to rest and reinforce in peace as it’s not unconceivable that the Carthaginians will send an army to retake Lilybaeum”
Cornelius did not need to think to long on this and within minutes a messenger was riding to Quintus and the 1st with his orders. To ensure the City remained under Scipii control Cornelius also sent a messenger to his eldest son Julianus who commanded the 3rd Legion ordering him to march and garrison Lilybaeum.
“Any news from our fleet Julianus?” The elderly man shook his head, “Nothing my friend, it looks as if they were wiped out in the battle”

Julianus Scipio stalked the corridors of his villa in Syracuse, he was seeking his eldest son. Less than an hour ago he had received written orders from his father and he was going to be leaving in the morning with the 3rd Legion. He intended Flavius to accompany him whilst his wife and other children would remain here (Lilybaeum could still be dangerous) As he approached his sons door he heard a strange noise, it almost sounded like an Owl and the noise was coming from Flavius’s room. Confused to why this would be Julianus opened his son’s door. “Father, are you looking for another lesson in Latrunculi?”
Julianus frowned, “Not at this moment, have you got an Owl in here?” A bemused Flavius answered, “An Owl? Why would I have an Owl?”
Julianus had to admit to himself that he had no idea, “Oh don’t worry, I could have sworn I heard an Owl” Flavius could not stop himself from laughing, “Are you sure you’re quite sane father? Did you come to my room looking for an Owl?”
Julianus frowned once more, “No! forget it. I’m here to tell you to pack your bags for tomorrow morning we leave for Lilybaeum” This news exited Flavius, he’d always wanted to march with the Legions and now he would have his chance.

Cornelius Scipio couldn’t believe his luck. Two weeks ago a diplomat from the Greek Alliance had come to Messena and asked for a ceasefire. Well normally Cornelius would have seen the logic in this as at this time his family had little need to be at war with the Greeks and the trade they could bring it would help. But the Greeks had demanded Syracuse in payment for this ‘generous’ offer of peace. Well Cornelius was no fool and he sent the Greek away with a firm no. He did however feel insulted so decided to send an insulting offer of his own back in repayment. Yes he’d agree to peace but only if the Greek Alliance paid him 1000 Denarii in compensation for the brave Romans whom had lost their lives storming Syracuse. Well today The Greek had returned with a chest full of Denarii! Peace it was and he was substantially richer to boot, the Greek fools must be desperate, maybe The Brutii were giving them a hard time.

“Cornelius we have received word from the Senate” Cornelius looked up at his friend Julianus and took the scroll from his hand, “Lets see what our esteemed Senate want today shall we” Minutes later he was red with rage, “Do they know our fleet is missing and presumed annihilated? Now they want me to blockade Carthage!” Julianus smiled, “I doubt they have heard. We’ll just have to build a new fleet, a stronger fleet” Good old Julianus thought Cornelius, he always thinks practically.

Gaius Scipio was tired, he spent much of him time now on the road. He had duties as governor of Campania and also looked to further his political career in Rome, he also liked to spend as much time as he could with his wife (If your wife was as beautiful you’d want the same) He was pleased to note that when in Rome the Senators he met gave him much respect, his families victories on Sicilia gave him much respect from these old men. He was however taken aback by the Plebs, whilst they weren’t downright hostile or rude (to be so would have seen them flogged or thrown in jail) they were not exactly civil and polite either. This shocked him as he always thought the Plebs loved winners, had him family not expanded Rome’s domains with several great victories? He did long to be back in Capua tonight with his wife.

Cornelius arrived in Syracuse with mixed feelings. He was happy that he would have a chance to visit with two of his daughter in laws and of course his grandchildren. He was angry that he had been forced to make this journey. Shortly after Julianus and the 3rd had marched west to Lilybaeum small riots had begun breaking out all over the city, Quintus was still some time away with the 1st Legion so it fell to Julianus and the 2nd to come and return order. It didn’t take long even with the depleted man power available (the 2nd was still only 400 men strong) and peace soon settled back over the city.

Whilst Cornelius was in Syracuse he decided to make the best of it and visited the docks, he instructed them to lay down the Keels on several warships as he was in need of a fleet. Two days later as if Neptune himself had heard his commands two battered squadrons of Biremes entered the port of Syracuse. The Roman fleet though defeated had managed to escape with half of their ships still intact. They would spend the rest of the summer refitting here before taking to the seas again in an effort to blockade Carthage.

[Horseman]

I really enjoy this.

Thanks, its nice to have an audiance :yes:

[The Wandering Scholar]

Ooo nice twist with the ships.

[Emperor Mithdrates]

I love the greeks myself but after reading this story even I cant help feel their my enemy.
And as for carthage, F them. In my views they have always been a bunch of cowards and routers.

Cant wait for the next chapter:2thumbsup: :2thumbsup:

[Horseman]

Sorry for the delay in an update - as often happens real life events conspired to eat up my time....but its back (for better or worse!)

Only a short chapter but more to come!

Hope I haven't lost to many readers

Chapter 8 – Consolidation (winter 267bc)

Gaius Scipio missed Capua a great deal. Although it was still his home he currently spent most of his time in Rome. This was because several months ago he had gained a position on the Senate floor and now he had his eye firmly on the Senates inner circle, if he could get elected to a position there he felt sure he could help his families position. Part of him still longed to serve in the Legions and he did hope that some day his father would give him command of a Legion, until then he would serve his fathers wishes the best he could.

Cornelius Scipio was back in Messena and whilst he liked Syracuse (and did enjoy visiting with his grandchildren) he was happy to be home. His eldest son Julianus along with the 3rd Legion had arrived in Lilybaeum several weeks ago and had reported that it was still secure, there had been no trouble even with the absence of Roman troops to keep the peace. That news had cheered him no end as it freed up the 3rd for action elsewhere if required. Syracuse was a different matter, Cornelius had not left there until his second son and the 1st Legion had returned to maintain a military presence in the city. Still they were resting and refitting now and would be ready to move again in several months. They were still a long way from full strength but had recently been reinforced with a detachment of 270 Equites increasing their power in battle. Additionally the Spy Aulus had been recalled to Syracuse. He had been tasked with finding the rebel leaders for Quintus to hopefully put down these damned riots once and for all.

Flavius Scipio was sat playing Latrunculi with his father Julianus. He was of course winning though this time it was closer than usual, “Tut tut father, do you really want to make that move?” Julianus frowned, “What’s wrong with this” he stopped himself mid sentence as he spotted what was wrong with that move, “Damn the gods Flavius, who taught you to play this game?” Flavius grinned, “I believe that would be you Father, still at least your have proven to be a great teacher!” That was small consolation thought Julianus, one of these days he would beat his son.

Quintus was in a rage, “Bring this blasted Carthaginian to me, I want him to suffer” Alexander the Greek was far calmer and was thinking of a far better way to deal with this matter, “Better to have him watched my friend, we need to ensure we capture all his co conspirators to truly ensure this matter is dealt with” Aulus the spy agreed, he had been recalled to Syracuse to help Quintus find the ring leaders of these riots, it had taken him three weeks and he hadn’t found the ringleaders but he had found a spy in the employ of Carthage, “Alexander is correct master Quintus. Better for me to watch this barbarian for a little while longer and find who is helping him, then we strike” Quintus knew he was being impatient and that this was indeed the best course of action, “Very well, but don’t fail me Aulus, I want this scum dead” Aulus gave a short bow before retiring and returning to his work. Alexander reassured his friend, “Aulus lacks honor as a true warrior but he IS good at what he does. Don’t worry my friend this treacherous Carthaginian will soon be in our hands”

Tertius now truly believed his was a life cursed by the gods. After suffering a humiliating defeat against the Greek navy he had somehow managed to steer his ‘fleet’ to a safe port. To compound his woes Cornelius Scipio was in Syracuse at the time. Well he had thought that would be it, failure was rarely tolerated, especially considering he outnumbered the enemy fleet. But against the odds Cornelius had accepted his apology and had even given instructions to repair and reinforce both his Bireme squadrons to full strength. Now Tertius looked at his orders. He was to take all available ships across to Africa. Once there he was to initiate a full blockade of the port facilities that serviced Carthage and allow no ship to pass. Considering all that had happened Tertius did not consider it prudent to point out that the Carthaginian navy was considered the strongest in the known world.

[Horseman]

Chapter 9 – The 1st elections (summer 266bc)

There was much activity in and around the Scipio Villa in Messena. Unexpectedly Aulus had announced that he intended to wed and had asked for permission from his father to do so as soon as possible. Cornelius Scipio was happy for his youngest son, not only was the girl Fulvia pretty (although maybe a touch young for his own tastes) but she was also extremely caring. Only recently Aulus had again fallen sick, Fulvia had stayed with him throughout this time and had helped nurse him back to health. Further more such an occasion was all the excuse that Cornelius needed to summon all his family back to Messena.

Quintus Scipio had left Syracuse only several days ago. The going was slow as he travelled with his family as well as his older brother’s wife and younger children. He had mixed feelings. On one hand he always looked forward to these occasions, he would have a chance to drink into the night with his father and brothers which these days were far too rare an occurrence. On the other hand the plot to capture certain rebellious characters in Syracuse was coming to its conclusion. Still he trusted in Alexander and to a lesser extent his fathers favourite spy Aulus to see it through.

Cornelius was finding it hard to concentrate, by the end of today all his sons would again be with him in Messena. “I’m sorry Cornelius, am I boring you?” Cornelius caught that and looked sheepishly at his old friend and mentor Julianus, “Sorry old friend, I’m just thinking of the wine that will be consumed over the next few days” Julianus grinned, “Well maybe today isn’t the day to be going over these report, there’s nothing we can’t pick up next week” Cornelius was glad, “Shall we start on the wine whilst we wait for the others?”

Several hours later Julianus Scipio along with his eldest son Flavius arrived at the Villa, “Drinking so early in the day father?” Even as Cornelius thought of suitable retort Julianus the elder spoke up, “Well young man, we thought it sporting to start early to at least give you youngsters a chance of lasting longer than us before passing out” The group fell about laughing. Aulus rushed to join them as soon as he heard his older brother had arrived, he had exiting news that he couldn’t wait to tell. The brothers embraced before the news was shared, “Father has placed me in command of the 2nd Legion” Julianus was surprised, Aulus had never really shown any real talent for military command and his sickness would prevent him from much activity during campaign, still he wasn’t about to second guess his father or show anything but support for his younger brother, “Well its about time” he turned to his father, “Campaigning with the army is hardly a job for an old man” Cornelius felt obliged to defend himself, “Well its not that I am incapable, more that I just don’t have the time to get down to the barracks regularly. And it’s good for the men to see their commander once in a while!” Julianus understood the decision, the 2nd Legion was based in Messena and was unlikely to take to the field anytime soon, not with the 1st and 3rd ready for action at any rate. But it gave Aulus something to do and made him feel like he was doing something for the family.

In Syracuse Alexander the Greek couldn’t believe it, “Aulus we had a hundred men surrounding the place so how in Jupiter’s name did the scum get away?” Aulus shrugged, “Looks like he had a bolt hole, it leads to a small opening in the west wall so at least it looks like he is no longer in the city” Small consolation thought Alexander, Quintus would not be happy. His personal desire to see the Carthaginian spy captured had escalated when he read some of the graffiti scrawled over the walls of the city, “Well I’m sending riders out to scour the country side, and someone get that gap in the walls filled in”

Gaius Scipio woke to find someone pounding on his door, it did not help that his head was a little sore. He’d been in Messena for a week now and he figured he’d drunk enough wine to last the rest of his life. Still he was together with his father and brothers so rarely now and it made a pleasant change to the company of old and conservative senators. “Ok, ok, I’m awake, what is it?”
“Message from Rome master Gaius” That was Julianus, his fathers old friend and as close to an uncle as Gaius knew. He forced himself to his feet and once he found his balance he moved to open the door to his chambers, “How long is this master rubbish going to last?” Julianus chuckled, “Well you ARE the Quaestor now. Surely I should show due respect?” Gaius took the parchment and fixed Julianus with the meanest stare he could muster, “Well ok then, I order you to stop this master business” Julianus gave a short bow before he turned to leave, as he rounded the corner Gaius heard him break into laughter. Gaius shock his head and muttered to himself. He’d been had, Julianus was just having fun at his expense. He remembered the parchment and opened it up. One hour later he was on a ship bound for Capua. An army of the Greek alliance had landed in southern Italy and whilst he expected the Brutii to be able to deal with it he wasn’t going to take any chances.

Cornelius and Julianus at last caught up on the briefing that had been interrupted earlier in the month. The treasury was not as healthy as it once was and profits were down. This was partially due to increased military wages as the Legions were slowly brought up to strength so it was not a great blow. Gaius had of course bought a full list of the recent Senatorial elections. There weren’t any great shocks. Tiberius Brutus (head of the Brutii family) had advanced his position and was now Aedile, this didn’t please Cornelius but at least his son was now in a position to support the Scipii in the inner circle. The position of Praetor had gone to Marsias of Pythion. The new Consul was Marcus Maxentius. The Censor was Publius Maxentius and the Pontifex Maximus was Lysippos of Same. None of these men were affiliated with any of the three great families so could be relied upon to be at least somewhat impartial.

“One last thing, we have at last received word from Quintus Caecus. He has sent detailed reports of the world he has seen. Most importantly he has sent detailed maps of Macedonian and Thracian lands as well as a promise from both kingdoms to treat traders bearing the mark of the Scipii with due respect”
Cornelius smiled, “That’s good, though I don’t see too many of our sponsored traders going that far a field it could prove useful in the future” Julianus nodded in agreement, “Oh he also reports that the barbarians of Dacia and Scythia are fighting amongst themselves, doesn’t really concern us at this point but it might be an opportunity for the Brutii to exploit?” Cornelius shock his head, “Maybe in several years time. The Brutii have barely secured control of Epirus at the moment so I can’t see them moving that far north for a long time” Julianus wasn’t going to argue the point, “And finally it appears he heard a rumour that Parthia has attacked Seleucid lands” Well if the Seleucid empire was half as big as he had heard that might be a good thing in the years to come thought Cornelius.

Tertius thanked Neptune for the storms that had halted the Carthaginian pursuit of his fleet and thanked him again for sparing his ship from the storms wrath. As ordered he had initiated a blockade of the port of Carthage. For four days all had gone well. On the fifth the Carthaginian navy came to break the blockade. A full half of his ships had been sunk, either in battle or by the storms that followed, the remainder were badly damaged but had managed to remain together and now limped towards friendly waters, he hoped this time they wouldn’t be sent back out without further reinforcing.

[Horseman]

Chapter 10 – My kingdom for a fleet (winter 266bc)

Cornelius Scipio sat staring at a chest full of 1000 Denarii. The good news was that the Senate had received words from various traders that a blockade had been put in place around the port of Carthage by squadrons flying Scipii flags, the Denarii were reward for achieving this. The bad news was that he still had not yet heard from his fleet. No doubt the Carthaginians had recalled their own fleet to break the blockade. Cornelius hoped that the fool of an Admiral Tertius had the good sense to run as soon as he saw the enemy approaching.

Gaius Scipio was nervous. He had attended many Senate meetings and a few of just the inner order to date but this time was going to be different. This time he was going to try and sway opinion on the floor to issue a new mission to his family, a mission of his fathers choosing. “Well here goes nothing” he spoke to no one in particular before he entered the Senate chambers.

Julianus Scipio sat with his son, Flavius, “Son, you have a great mind and will soon take your place in the family. Are you ready? Do you know all that you need?” Flavius nodded, “Yes father I am ready, I hope to do you proud” Julianus smiled warmly and clasped a hand on his sons shoulder, “You have made me proud from the very moment of your birth” Father and son embraced before parting. Julianus did however have one nagging doubt. He had heard some of the slaves talk, they said that Flavius sat in his room on an evening making owl noises. He could scarcely believe it but he remembered back to the night back in Syracuse. The slaves in question had of course disappeared but still that would not be enough.

Alexander the Greek cautiously entered the room where Quintus Scipio sat reading, “General, reports from the watch have come in” Quintus looked up, “Anything interesting?” Alexander shook his head, “Well we haven’t had any real trouble since we chased that Carthaginian spy out, it’s all peaceful” Quintus took a swig of his drink before replying, “Chased out? You mean since you let him escape?” Alexander sighed, it had been several months and still Quintus was in a mood with him.

Cornelius was pleased for he had received a message from Rome. Gaius had been successful and the Senate ordered the Scipii to attack Africa directly. Better yet, their first target would be the city of Thapsus. This would allow them to gain a stable base of operations on the African continent before they moved onto the real target. Carthage herself would not fall easily and Cornelius had been worried that the Senate would expect the Scipii to take her before they were established in Africa, he was sure this would not have gone well. He called out for his friend, “Julianus, stop skulking around back there” Julianus moved forward and took a seat, “Thapsus?”
“Indeed, how are our Legions looking?”
“Well the 1st and the 3rd both have 1200 Hastati and 270 Equites. The 1st also has 400 Velites. The 2nd Legion is weaker, only 400 Hastati and 270 Equites. We also have 400 Archers, 400 mercenary Peltasts and 400 mercenary Hoplites In our employ” Cornelius scratched his chin, “Even backed up by the mercenaries and the archers I’m not sure any one of our Legions are strong enough to take the fight to Africa”
“No my friend, I fear you are right. I’d recommend sending the 1st and the 3rd together”
“Agreed, Julianus can lead the combined Legions and I’ll keep the 2nd back on Sicilia in case of problems here, send for my sons”

Gaius couldn’t suppress the smile as Tiberius Brutus spoke to the Senate, “Those damned Greeks need to be crushed. Even as I speak they have squadrons blockading the ports of Tarentum and Croton” An elderly Senator whose name Gaius did not know spoke up, “We should send word to the Brutii, they need to bring their fleets home to protect our waters” The colour rose in Tiberius’ cheeks, “The Brutii navy is heavily engaged further east with other elements of the Greeks navy, I propose we send assistance at once. If not the fleet still under the direct command of the Senate then maybe we could order the Julii or the Scipii to send aid?” There was a general murmur of agreement at that last sentence. Gaius knew the Scipii currently had no navy so to speak but he also knew that to admit that could effect his families standing, “My esteemed colleagues, I don’t see how we could ask the Scipii to send their fleets east to support the Brutii. Why only recently we have issued directives for the invasion of Africa to begin. I fear the Scipii navy is currently fully tied up preparing to escort their transports across the sea in the face of the far superior Carthaginian fleet” That speech led to more than one cry of “Hear, hear” but it also led to the suggestion that the Julii should direct their navy east to secure the Italian coast. The debate raged on but at least no one else suggested the Scipii send aid. That would have stung, to have had to aid the Brutii.

Nothing like the promise of action to spur Quintus on thought Alexander. It had only been a day since Quintus had returned from Messena and already the Legion was preparing to move out. And best of all Quintus had appeared to have forgiven him for failing to catch the spy. “Looks like we’ll be gutting Carthaginians again my friend” Quintus had said to Alexander on his return. Well that was good news. There were two things that troubled Alexander though. The first was that they would be linking up with the 3rd Legion and that Quintus would defer to his older brother whilst they were operating together. Alexander was not sure where he’d fit in here. The second thing was that they would be trying to cross the sea against a vastly superior Carthaginian navy. Already sufficient transport ships were being assembled in the port of Lilybaeum but the Scipii currently had no war ships to escort them across. Alexander knew a few new Bireme keels had been laid but he felt it would take more than that to ensure a safe passage.

Tertius was thirsty. The storm had blown them massively off course and the fleet had ended up no where near where he thought they had been. They had spent 3 months hugging the African cost looking for safe berths to effect repairs and also easy targets to raid to resupply. Once he was confidant they then made a dash north towards Sicilia and a safe port. If he had got this right they’d be arriving at Syracuse harbor in one week. If he had it wrong, well best not to think about that with the water supply already running low.

[cassu]

good story but how long will it be when your done? :dizzy2: . when i played i took the risk with the ships and quickly moved to thapsus and hoped that no chartagian ship would notice :yes:

[Horseman]

good story but how long will it be when your done? :dizzy2: . when i played i took the risk with the ships and quickly moved to thapsus and hoped that no chartagian ship would notice :yes:

No idea how long it will be or how long it'll take me to finish! The good thing is that I normally abandon a campaign before I hit 50 provences because I find the early game more exiting, but by doing this story I will maintain interest until then at least so this will be my 1st completed long campaign in a long time!

As for getting to Africa...well its not normally that difficult, but I'd imagine in real life there would have been some concern over crossing the seas in the face of a superior enemy fleet!

And as the story shows, the Scipii navy still exists...the main characters just dont know it yet!

[Horseman]

Chapter 11 – A new governor for Lilybaeum (summer 265bc)

Tertius waited patiently outside the offices of Cornelius Scipio. He had returned to Sicilia only a short time ago, his fleet finding refuge in Syracuse harbor. He had already given his report on the events that immediately followed the blockade of Carthage and now Cornelius and his trusted advisor debated what to do next. Surely they can’t think badly of me following my defeat by a far superior fleet thought Tertius.

Julianus Scipio was making a lightning tour of Lilybaeum port. He was inspecting the transport fleet that was being assembled in preparation for the invasion of Africa. His eldest son Flavius accompanied him, “Will I be joining you in the invasion force father?”
“No Flavius you won’t” before Julianus could finish his sentence his young son interrupted him, “But father! I come of age next month, surely you would trust me to undertake this journey with you?”
“Son it’s not about not trusting you. The province of Sicilia Poeni will be without a governor. Your grandfather has asked for you to assume that mantel when I depart and I agree with his decision” Flavius was pleased that he would be assigned such an important role so young, but he was disappointed that he would not get to prove his manhood to his father, “Thank you for your faith. But I’d like a chance to prove myself as a man” Julianus laughed, “Flavius there are more ways to prove your self than battle. Learning to except and obey orders for example. Even those you don’t agree with or like” Flavius grudgingly accepted what his father was saying, “Well I guess we had best get started with handing over the duties then” Julianus laughed, he was thinking the exact same thing.

“Come in Admiral” Well here we go thought Tertius. He entered the office of Cornelius Scipio. Coming to attention and snapping of a smart salute. Cornelius gestured to a chair and spoke, “Please Admiral take a seat” Tertius did as requested and waited for the head of the Scipii faction to speak. “Well Admiral, it would appear you did well, not only did you successfully complete your mission but you managed to extract a good number of ships from a potential disaster. Well done” Tertius couldn’t help smiling, this he thought was going far better than he’d imagined, “Than you sir” The aged man who was sat to one side now leant forward and spoke, Tertius did not know his name, “Indeed admiral, a worthy feat. I take it you are not aware of our invasion preparations?” Tertius had not heard any news on this, “No sir”
One hour later Tertius was in a wagon returning to his squadron’s berthed in
Syracuse. He had retained his command but was now expected to escort who knows how many slow transport ships across the sea to Africa all the while apposed by the strong Carthaginian navy. Still at least the Fleet was to be strengthened. A large number of Bireme keels had already been laid he just hoped it would be enough. He didn’t fancy his future if he lost the Scipii army.

The Scipii family was gathered in Lilybaeum at the residence of Julianus. They were celebrating the coming of age of Flavius the new governor of Sicilia Poeni. “I’m glad you could make it Uncle Gaius” slurred Flavius (as always at these gatherings the wine flowed freely) “You know me Flavius, any excuse for a party! Besides I though now would be a good time to impart some of my knowledge onto our newest governors” Flavius hiccupped, “Governors uncle?” with the emphasis on the S. Gaius glanced over to his father. Cornelius filled his cup with more wine before speaking, “Yes governors Flavius. With your uncle Quintus joining your father in Africa I’m going to move to Syracuse to govern Sicilia Graecus. Aulus will assume control of Sicilia Romanus”
Flavius raised his cup, “Then to the two new governors of Sicilia” All the men present repeated the toast.

The following day the Scipii men once again gathered. Despite their sore heads they discussed the current situation. “The 2nd Legion will need to be reinforced, as it stands I’d have a hard time defending Sicilia if any serious army lands”
Cornelius agreed, “Yes Aulus you are right” There was a general murmur of agreement in the room. “Any interesting news from Rome?” Gaius decided he’d be best placed to answer this question from his eldest brother, “Well the Brutii have signed an agreement of mutual cooperation with Macedon. This they claim will give valuable allies against the Greek alliance. Though the Greek ships that were harassing the southern coast of Italy appear to have withdrawn, maybe in response to this new threat” Aulus snorted, “I thought they were supposed to be conquering the region for the glory of Rome. Not making peace with its inhabitants!” The others all laughed and it was Julianus the elder who replied, “Well the Brutii don’t appear to be making much progress against the Greek alliance so maybe this is best for Rome. I do fear that if they don’t make some headway soon we will be asked to send a Legion or two in support”
Gaius growled. “Well if it does come to that I’ll make sure the Senate does not expect us to hand over any conquered lands to be administrated by the Brutii. And with the way most Senators speak of them I doubt it’ll be to hard”

A son becomes a man

https://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc83/insane_mikey/Flavius.jpg Flavius – Natural born leader, Drillmaster, Confidant Attacker, Hooting and no Enemies. Command=2, Management=0 and Influence=0.

[cassu]

No idea how long it will be or how long it'll take me to finish! The good thing is that I normally abandon a campaign before I hit 50 provences because I find the early game more exiting, but by doing this story I will maintain interest until then at least so this will be my 1st completed long campaign in a long time!

As for getting to Africa...well its not normally that difficult, but I'd imagine in real life there would have been some concern over crossing the seas in the face of a superior enemy fleet!

And as the story shows, the Scipii navy still exists...the main characters just dont know it yet!

i seldom finish campagins because after some growth it just gets boring with multi front wars and with many citys you get too much cash and everyone gets corrupted and it gets hard to maintain your empire :no:

but keep on wrighting and i will be reading :yes:

[Horseman]

Chapter 12 – To sea (winter 265bc)

The port of Lilybaeum was alive with activity. A huge armada had been assembled and the ships were almost ready to launch. Yesterday two squadrons of biremes under the command of Admiral Tertius had arrived to further add to the growing confusion. It would be these war ships task to escort the slow and unarmed transports across to Africa and protect them from any Carthaginian attempts to stop them making landfall. No one was under any illusion, if the main Carthaginian navy caught them it would go badly. So they would attempt to slip through quietly and unseen and given the sheer size of the seas there was a very good possibility that this would happen. Once the transports were beached in Africa the Bireme squadrons would immediately attempt to withdraw back to Sicilia for any attempt to remain off the African coast would invite the Carthaginians to wipe them out. So once they landed the army would be cut off from any help for a while. This added further burdens to the fleet as it meant that they also needed sufficient space to transfer a large amount of supplies.

The camp of the 1st legion that was located less than a mile away was in contrast relatively calm, the soldiers there drilled and rested. They were preparing for the difficult task that lay before them. Quintus Scipio was stood in the central tent with his older brother Julianus, Alexander the Greek and Aulus the spy. They were studying maps they had obtained of Africa and the area around Thapsus. “How accurate are these maps?” Julianus as the elder was in command of the expedition, his own legion the 3rd was a day’s march away from joining them but he had ridden on ahead. His question was answered by Alexander, “I managed to obtain them from an old friend in Syracuse, he used to travel to Thapsus a lot in his youth, they should be fairly accurate” Quintus was not as optimistic, “They’re not as detailed as I’d wish for planning a military campaign. I’d feel a lot happier if Aulus here had mapped the area” Both Julianus and Alexander nodded in agreement but it was Aulus who spoke, “Fear not General. I’ll be with your Equite squadrons making sure your path is suitably scouted. I suggest we land here” He pointed to a section of the African coast before continuing, “From there we can follow this rough trail west, that should take us directly to Thapsus” Julianus wasn’t so sure, “How do we know that trail even exists as a visible landmark we can follow? It may just be the route this Greek friend of Alexander’s used in his travels” All eyes turned again to Aulus, he was the expert here, “We don’t. But I find it highly unlikely that it would be marked on a map like this if there was no trail to follow. In any case, I’ll get you to Thapsus” That pretty much ended that discussion. All three men knew trusted that if Aulus said he’d get them there that he wouldn’t fail. Alexander had one more comment to make on the subject, “Well with the land so flat at least we won’t have to worry about an ambush. We’d see an approaching army from miles away!”

Cornelius Scipio was in a restless mood. He had just finished another briefing with his friend Julianus and things were looking ok. The treasury was looking better than last season and projected profits were stable. He had a chest of Denarii ready to transport to Julianus and Quintus to help them hire more mercenaries once they reached Africa. He had this morning chosen to escort the chest personally as he wanted to see his sons before they embarked on what was the most dangerous campaign to date. Before he left he visited the shrine of Neptune to make offerings in return for his son’s safety.

Quintus Caecus cursed the name of Scipio. Sure they were paying him very well but was it worth this? He had just spent the best part of the week in a small barbarian village. He endured their hospitality through gritted teeth, by the gods had these men never heard of washing? Still he had gained useful information. A travelling trader he had met was heading for Rome to try and sell his wares. So Quintus paid him well to deliver his latest report. He had attained maps of the local region as well as a trade pact with both the Dacian’s and the Scythians. These men will have to learn to bathe before any good Roman will do business with them he thought. He had also heard rumours that the barbarian tribes of Germania were engaged in boarder skirmishes with the barbarian tribes of Briton. This was good news for Rome for as long as the barbarians were fighting each other they weren’t looking to spill Roman blood.

Almost the entire Scipii family sat round the table located in the camp north of the port of Lilybaeum. They had come to say their goodbyes to Julianus and Quintus for soon they would depart to Africa. All present knew that to take the war to Carthaginian soil like this was a dangerous move so the mood was sombre but still somehow joyous. Only Gaius was missing, his duties in Rome had prevented him from travelling but he had sent a huge vat of wine for his elder brothers with strict instructions that it was only to be opened once the city of Thapsus was taken.

The following day the chaos reigned. The camp was slowly dismantled whilst troops moved to embark on their designated transports. Over the course of the day Julianus and Quintus both said farewell to their families until at last of the Scipii only their father remained. He was determined to stay with his sons until the last ships had left harbour.

The day wore on until at last late into the night all the troops were embarked. The three Scipii men strode along the dockside before Julianus stopped abruptly, “Well here’s my ship” Cornelius clasped a hand on both his son’s shoulders, “You have both made me very proud. Never once have you failed me and your victories in battle will honour the family name for generations to come” Cornelius took a step back and raised his right arm into a sharp salute, “You honour me with your loyalty now go, win fame and glory in Africa” The two brother returned their fathers salutes and spoke together, “For Rome and FOR THE SCIPII” The three men embraced a moment before Julianus turned to embark on his ship. Quintus gave his brother a wave before he turned to find his own transport (it had been decided fairly early on in the planning that it would be better for the two to travel on separate ships)

Cornelius Scipio stood on the harbour side as the last of the great ships surged towards the open seas. As the 1st rays of light pierced the darkness he couldn’t help but smile to himself. The first day of summer he thought. What better time to take this fight to enemy soil.

[Horseman]

i seldom finish campagins because after some growth it just gets boring with multi front wars and with many citys you get too much cash and everyone gets corrupted and it gets hard to maintain your empire :no:

but keep on wrighting and i will be reading :yes:

Nice to know I have at least 1 guarenteed reader.....just 1 makes it worthwhile for me.

And I knwo what you mean with later on in the campaign. Too much money little real challenge. Still i'm hoping with my restrictions on army content and always having full legions will make the money harder to make. Im already feeling the pinch with 3 Legions and they're no where near full size!

[Horseman]

Chapter 13 – Africa (summer 264bc)

Cornelius Scipio had just received some good news form Aulus. A large Carthaginian navy had been spotted north of Sicilia. This was a blessing for if they were there then they were not in a position to threaten the vulnerable Scipii fleet as it sailed towards Africa. Aulus had of course bought the 2nd Legion up to combat readiness in case of an enemy landing on Sicilia. He did however long for some word of his sons.

Julianus Scipio gratefully dismounted his horse. It had taken the best part of a day to unload the 3rd Legion off the ships and get them into some order. The landing site was vulnerable to an attack so he led the 3rd west inland for some time to establish their beachhead. Just over a mile inland they had come across the trail that they had hoped would lead them directly to Thapsus. It wasn’t much, just a well worn track through the land but at least it would help keep them moving in the right direction. A mile down the trail they came across a small town. He decided to make camp here as it was as good a place as any, unsurprisingly the inhabitants offered no resistance. Aulus led the Legions Equites further west to scout out ahead and small detachments also went north and south to ensure their base was secure.

Quintus cursed his brother’s name. Trust Julianus to leave this chaos behind and leave it to him to sort it out. He’d managed to get all the troops off the ships but it had taken some time. He sent the mercenary contingents under the command of Alexander west to link up with the 3rd as being inland they were the more likely to me attacked now. Along with them he sent the main baggage train (this was now manned by the men who had until recently served as ships crew on the transports) The 1st Legion remained behind to break up the transports to ensure they were unusable by the enemy if discovered beached. There was no turning back now as the Scipii Bireme squadrons had sailed east as soon as the last transport beached.

Admiral Tertius was a content man. He’d fulfilled his objective and the invasion force had landed on Africa. He was now well on his way back to Sicilia and a safe port. There was little chance of running into the Carthaginian navy now. His quiet reflection was disturbed by the beating of the drums, general quarters was being sounded. The ship was now preparing for battle, oarsmen took their positions ready if needed for battle maneuvers. “Is it the Carthaginians?” enquired Tertius. The ships captain turned to face his Admiral, “No sir, we can’t identify the pennants. Could be pirates?” Tertius climbed onto sides of the ship to get a better look, “They’re big ships whoever they are and looks like we’re outnumbered too. Send signals to the rest of the fleet, full sails. We’ll outrun them” One hour later it became apparent that not only were they not outrunning them but in fact the enemy were closing the gap. Tertius sighed, “Send the signals, bring in the sails and deploy the oars. PREPARE FOR BATTLE!” By the gods he wished he had more marines on board.

Cornelius had just finished another briefing with Julianus, he hadn’t really been in the mood. There was nothing much going on in Scipii lands, the Carthaginian fleet had moved off and the treasury was looking healthy again. He was pleased to hear that last year the Julii had successfully taken the island of Sardinia and were now encamped in Caralis. That would probably mean the majority of the Carthaginian navy was up around there fighting making the odds on Julianus and Quintus reaching Africa even better. Still he had not yet heard any word.

With the transport ships sufficiently broken up to prevent easy use by the Carthaginians the 1st Legion had caught up with the 3rd and together with the mercenary contingents the army moved west at a measured pace. Alexander the Greek had also managed to find a company of 270 Numidian light horsemen who had been convinced to join the army, for a suitable price of course. They had yet to see any sign of enemy forces and that unnerved them somewhat, surely the Carthaginians kept a sizeable force defending their own lands?

Placida Scipio (the daughter of Quintus) was riding through the Sicilia country side, she loved to ride and had been given her own horse by her grandfather for her birthday last year. She stopped by a small copse of trees to take a rest when it happened. Out of nowhere a group of men appeared, they looked rough and were carrying crude looking clubs. The first man spoke, “that’s her, grab her” Placida heard a twig snap behind her a turned just in time to see one of the crude clubs swing at her face. With a crack the blow struck and she was unconscious.

Julianus and Quintus listened to Aulus give his report. He had infiltrated into Thapsus and had gauged the garrison strength. It was commanded by a man called Bachus. He was an important man in Carthage and had a bodyguard of 210 heavy cavalry. In addition there were 400 Skirmishers and 400 Iberian light swordsmen in the city. That wasn’t too bad at all, certainly no match for the combined strength of two Legions. Aulus was to return to the city whilst he could still get in unnoticed and see what he could do about the gates. Twice before he’d managed to render the enemies fortifications useless and all present had faith that he could make it three for three.

The bad news came the following day. To the south the Roman scouts had encountered Carthaginian Horsemen scouting in force. They had been forced to withdraw but the large clouds of dust they had seen meant only one thing.
Alexander just shrugged at the news, “Well I guess that’s that. I think our little secret is out, still you pay us to fight so no matter” Quintus smiled at his friend, he really did just see it as just another job.

Cornelius was in a rage. Just minutes ago a letter had been delivered to his residence. He was being ordered to pay the sum of 10,000 Denarii to secure the safe release of his beloved grand daughter Placida. “I’ll pay the sum of 20,000 Denarii to any man who brings her back to me unharmed along with the heads of the scum who have here” He screamed at Julianus. Before the hour was up armed men had begun the search for her.

[cassu]

enjoying your story :yes:but could we possibly get screenshots of your progress ?

[Horseman]

enjoying your story :yes:but could we possibly get screenshots of your progress ?

Yes! I know what you mean, I'm new to this but am getting better with screenshots but mainly in battles. I'll see about posting some from the campaign map as well in future :yes:

WARNING: The next chapter has turned out very long!!!!!!

[Horseman]

Chapter 14 – The battle of Thapsus (winter 264bc)

Julianus read the report from Aulus before passing it over to his brother. It wasn’t good. For the past month the Carthaginian army had avoided battle, staying just close enough to threaten but never too close to allow the Romans to force a battle. Still the Romans had made headway towards Thapsus, with the weak garrison there Julianus was sure they could storm the city before this army could intervene, then they’d have a strong base to work from. Yesterday the Carthaginians had broke contact entirely and marched with speed towards Thapsus. Julianus and Quintus had assumed that they would link up with reinforcements before offering battle but instead they had entered Thapsus and fortified the position. Still this move had allowed Aulus to get an accurate count of the enemy, something that the Carthaginian superiority in cavalry had prevented until now. Bachus had left the city heading north. No doubt going to raise reinforcements in Carthage he thought. The enemy army was large but the quality wasn’t there. Their General Bomilkar had an escort of 130 heavy cavalry. They had a strong skirmisher contingent, 800 Carthaginians and 1200 mercenary Libyans. This was backed up by 1800 light town militia spearmen and 1600 light Iberian swordsmen. They had a strong cavalry force composed of just over 800 light Carthaginian cavalry and 540 Numidian mercenaries. Most worryingly the enemy had a contingent of 60 Elephants. None of the Roman officers had ever had to face these beasts in battle before, luckily Alexander the Greek had encountered them before whilst fighting in the east for the Seleucids.

Cornelius was beset with worry, Placida had been missing now for some time and they could find no sign of her or her captors. Last week they had been forced to call off the search when another note had arrived. It had advised that if they continued such an obvious search then she would be killed. Cornelius wished that the spy Aulus was here, this was his area of expertise. One nugget of good news had found its way to him. Julianus and Quintus had arrived safely in Africa and were marching on Thapsus. Still they were far from safe deep in hostile lands.

Julianus and Quintus both sat listening to Alexander explain how to fight Elephants, “In my experience’s Elephants can be used in one of two ways. They can be used as battering rams, just point them at the enemy and let them loose, their sheer bulk and mass will make a mess of most formations. If the enemy does this we’ll be onto a winner” Julianus interrupted, “A winner? How in the name of the gods do we stop them if they come charging at us?” Quintus added his own thoughts, “Right, I mean who’ll want to stand to try and stop them?” Alexander smiled, “That’s the trick, if you try and hold them as you would cavalry you lose. But we wont do that” He had the two brothers full attention now, “Elephants are hard to kill, their skin is tough and most weapons will cause the equivalent of little more than a bee sting” It was Quintus’s turn to interrupt, “enough bee stings really hurt” Alexander smiled once more, “Right. They’re hard to kill so we don’t try. What we do is drive them back. Stampede them towards the enemy and let them get trampled instead” He paused to let this sink in, “We have 400 archers with the army. We get them to tie fabric soaked in oil to their arrows. We then shower the beasts with flaming arrows. Now this alone may be enough to cause them to panic but I doubt it. When they advance we use our Velites and Peltasts to harass them with their Javelins” Julianus shook his head, “We have eight hundred skirmishers all told and the Carthaginians have two thousand, I doubt ours will have much chance to harass the Elephants”
Alexander didn’t let the bother him, “maybe not but that’s ok. We have twenty four hundred good quality and well drilled infantry. They stand at the ready and as soon as the Elephants enter range we’ll see how they like that many Pila thrown at them. We’ll have maybe time for two volleys, if that doesn’t stop them it’ll surely slow them down. Then the men need to spread out and not offer a huge compact target. Use their superior manoeuvrability to get in close and hamstring the brutes”
Quintus whistled, “That’ll take some nerve” Alexander shrugged, “There’s no better way without a good wall of pikes. And I’ve seen your men in action, I think they have the discipline to pull this off” Julianus nodded, “I agree. And in this matter we must defer to your experience. But you said there were two ways to use the Elephants?” Alexander nodded, “Yes. The second is probably the most effective. Instead of trying to use them as a battering ram you can use them more cunningly. Placed on one wing they can put paid to any thoughts of using your cavalry to outflank the main enemy line” Quintus laughed, “Little worry about that my friend, we’re heavily outnumbered by horse so we’ll be the ones trying to prevent their cavalry turning our flanks!” Alexander smiled, “Quite, but then that’s where they can get sneaky. They use the Elephants to help turn our flank, coming in the rear like that whilst the men are fighting to the front would be very bad” Quintus thought back through all his years of fighting and hit upon an idea, “Our skirmishers are heavily outnumbered, we can’t hope to win that fight so we don’t try. If the Elephants are on the wing we use our Velites and Peltasts to cover the rear of the main line. If the Elephants come round they can get in close, throw a few volleys then get in closer and go for the hamstrings with their swords” The other two men saw merit in that suggestion.

Secundus Barbatus was a fifteen year old boy (though he liked to think of himself as a man) He was orphaned at a young age and had lived on the streets most of his life. Using his wits and fast hands he’d lived so far. But he’d also fallen in with the wrong crowd and that is how he had ended up here, lying on the floor in a disused barn bleeding from multiple wounds. Still he’d made a good account of himself, the six men he had fought lay around him dead, slain by his sword. He’d made some mistakes but he felt that this last deed probably evened out all the wrong. He felt his life slipping away, the world went dark and just before he slipped into what he figured would be eternal sleep he heard the young girls voice, “It’ll be ok”

Trumpets blared and orders were shouted. The Roman army had camped close to Thapsus and unexpectedly the Carthaginians had marched to fight. Though the Scipii brothers were outnumbered by some margin their troops were seasoned and well trained. If they could just neutralise the enemy Elephants this should be a forgone conclusion. It hadn’t taken long for the well drilled Roman army to deploy for battle.

The centre was held by the Legions. The 1st was on the left and the 3rd was on the right. The Velites deployed in front to cover their advance but would pull back to guard the rear once the battle begun in earnest, in their support the mercenary Peltasts also deployed in this role. The right flank was anchored with the 400 mercenary Hoplites led by Alexander and the left by the 400 Samnite spearmen. The right flank was further bolstered by the 540 Roman Equites whilst the left was weakly held with only 270 Numidian mercenaries to try and stop the enemy from outflanking the main infantry line. Julianus and Quintus deployed with their bodyguards behind the infantry ready to charge in to support any breakthrough their troops made. The Archers deployed dead centre between them.

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The Carthaginian army was still some way off but much closer was a small body of horsemen. Julianus couldn’t believe his eyes, it was Buchas and his 200 guard out that far in front and. He was tempted to order his army forward to engage but something niggled at him, why would he be so far ahead and unsupported? Fearing a trap of some kind Julianus signalled for the army to hold, he did not want to risk losing formation yet. He’d let the enemy come to him.

Julianus was sure that the body of Carthaginian horse was moving closer, than to his utter surprise they broke into a full gallop towards his line! He signalled for the Velites and Peltast to withdraw to safety, they would be no use here. As he enemy came into range the Roman archers loosed a volley though from here Julianus could not see what effect if any it had. Another arrow volley and the enemy horsemen were close when all of a sudden a thunderous volley of Pila and Javelins was unleashed. The enemy horse slowed, then faltered, then with less than half of their number alive turned and fled. First blood though Quintus, though those men must have been insane!

Julianus realising that the enemy army were not coming square at him ordered his entire line to wheel to face, this they did with perfect precision. The enemy army was still too far to determine their exact dispositions but without a doubt the Elephants were opposing his left flank. Those Numidians really would have their work cut out. Orders were sent to the Archers, use fire arrows now and target only the enemy Elephants until they were panicked. The Velites and Peltasts were sent back out ahead, they wouldn’t be there long once the armies closed but Julianus did not want to let the enemy know that he may have a way to counter his greatest asset.

The enemy advanced.

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And now when he judged the time was right Julianus sent the signal. As one the Roman army began to advance. The sound of over two thousand well drilled Roman feet hitting the ground together sounded like thunder cracking. As soon as they were close enough the Roman archers began unleashing volleys of fire arrows on the enemy elephants, let this work prayed Julianus. The enemy Skirmishers came forward to sow disorder in the advancing Romans, not wanting to waste his own Skirmishers in a futile battle he signalled for them to fall back and take up position behind the main infantry line.

The enemy Skirmishers unleashed a volley of deadly javelins on the advancing Roman line. Scores of brave men fell but still the Romans advanced. On the right Quintus had realised that the bulk of the enemy cavalry had deployed on their right, only two of the three Carthaginian light cavalry was deployed opposite the Roman right flank. Seeing this opportunity to Quintus led his bodyguard across to support the Equites. Julianus saw the move, he hadn’t ordered it but he trusted his brother with his life. Accordingly he adjusted his own position to a more central one. The Carthaginian Skirmishers managed a half hearted volley before they were forced to pull back by the advancing enemy. They hadn’t even broken their stride.

As the Carthaginian infantry readied themselves for the fearsome fight they knew was coming the Roman line came to an abrupt halt. To the men in the Carthaginian ranks this pause seemed to last an age. The Romans unleashed their Pila and huge holes were torn in the Carthaginian ranks and then with a cry, “FOR ROME!” they charged. The Samnites and Hoplites had held back to prevent the army being encircled but the force of almost two and a half thousand Romans hitting their lines caused the Carthaginian line to buckle. Fearsome hand to hand combat ensured with no quarter asked for or given. The Carthaginians were fighting to defend their home. The Romans knew that if they lost here today there was no where to run.

Quintus chose this moment to charge the enemy cavalry on the right flank, they met the Romans head on but were outclassed and outnumbered. The Numidians on the left flank drew of twice their number. Dispersed and skirmishing they were holding their own. Both ends of the main Hastati line were now being enveloped, accordingly the Samnites and the Hoplites moved forward and engaged. To the left the remaining unit of Carthaginian light cavalry charged into the Samnites and more worryingly the fearsome Elephants were coming around the flank. Julianus sent the order and his Velites and Peltasts moved to intercept. The later reached first and unleashed their Javelins. The Elephants did not pause and charged headlong into the hard pressed Samnites. There was nothing else for it the Peltast drew their swords and charged in followed shortly after by the Velites.

Quintus had swept away the enemy cavalry and now rallied his men from the pursuit. He swung them around and together they charged into the Carthaginian Skirmishers who now sheltered behind their Infantry.

Bomilkar saw the fight was now hanging in the balance, he had turned the enemy left flank but had lost his own. He saw the Roman cavalry returning and ordered his Skirmishers to hold their ground whilst he himself led his personal guard into a hammer blow charge on the main Roman line. This he thought would be enough to shatter their resistance. He was wrong.

Julianus suddenly became aware that the volleys of fire arrows had ceased a while ago, as he adjusted his position he suddenly became aware why. One of the enemy Numidian cavalry units had peeled off from the skirmish on the wing and had charged in against his archers. “Damn” He swore under his breath, how could he be so reckless to miss this? He drew his sword, “With me, ride with me” With a skill rarely seen his guard wheeled about and charged to aid their hard pressed comrades.

The outcome of the battle hung in the balance, everywhere ferocious hand to hand combat raged and the death toll was rising. Then as if by the will of the gods step by step the Romans gained the upper hand. The charge of the Carthaginian General at first had halted the Roman advance but now once more step by torturous step they forced their foes backwards. The hard pressed Samnites had proven their worth and held their ground, they fought back with a new vigour as one by one the mighty Elephants toppled, cut to ribbons by the sharp swords of the nimble skirmishers that opposed them. The final nail was hammered home by the charge of Quintus Scipio and the victorious Roman cavalry into the rear of the Carthaginian line. As one the Carthaginians fled as one the Romans pursued their defeated foes.

The death toll had been immense. 160 Roman cavalry, 900 Hastati, 330 Archers, 20 Velites, 40 Numidians, 20 Samnites and 180 Peltasts.

Of the Carthaginians only 640 made the safety of Thapsus out of the 7150 men who had taken to the field. Their relief was short lived as before the day was done the siege lines were erected.

Julianus Scipio stalked the field of battle, although as the General he could have retired he felt a duty to help search for men who may yet be saved for did they not fight and suffer by his command? He saw the broken bodies of men trampled by the huge Elephants, Alexander was right, his men were brave enough to do that which looked impossible. His thoughts were interrupted by the pounding of hoofs and the voice of his younger brother, “I wonder what Elephant meat tastes like?”

[cassu]

its been quiet Horseman, dont tell me that the story has ended :no:

[Horseman]

No the story certainly has not finished, finding it difficult to play during the week at the mo let alone write any chapters!

Next installment either tonight or tomorrow morning :beam:

[cassu]

waiting eagerly :yes:

[Horseman]

Chapter 15 – A new era dawns (summer 263bc)

Secundus Barbatus opened his eyes as he sat up. He was groggy and his muscles ached with the effort. He was confused, the bed he lay on was comfortable and the room he found himself in was well furnished and clean. He rubbed his forehead as he tried to remember. It slowly came back to him. He was working with a group of men and they had kidnapped a young girl of some importance and were planning to ransom her back for a considerable amount of money. He winced as he remembered one of the men, a brute called Herius had grown bored hiding and had decided to have ‘fun’ with the girl. Secundus would not allow this, the plan had been to return the girl unharmed once the ransom had been paid. He was happy to go along with that plan but could not condone what Herius planned. He remembered the fight and he couldn’t help the smile that now formed on his lips. He had made a good account of himself, killing at least four men and seriously wounding two others. He had no recollection beyond that and had no idea where he was now. The door to the room opened and an elderly woman entered. Secundus with a thousand questions racing through his mind opened his mouth to speak but the woman beat him to it, “Well well, you’re awake. Let’s take a look at you”

It had been only two days since the battle of Thapsus and the men of the 1st and 3rd Legions had not been idle. The city was now utterly surrounded by extensive siege works and no man would enter or leave without first gaining permission of the Romans. Alexander the Greek was drawing lots of stares from the assembled army as he moved through the camp. This was due to his unlikely companion. He arrived at the command tent and entered.
“Is this him?” Quintus looked the Carthaginian over as he spoke. Alexander nodded, “His name is Gelon” Julianus shifted slightly in his seat, “Speak Carthaginian”
“My name is Gelon, I want to help you liberate my city” Alexander was the first to recover from the shock to reply, “Liberate? I hate to break it to you but this is a Roman army. We’re not here to liberate anyone we’re here to conquer” Gelon did not appear concerned with that statement, “I understand, but if I could help you breach the defences maybe you would spare my family?” A silence descended on the room as the assembled men considered what had just been said. In the end it fell to Julianus to pose the question, “We are your sworn enemy, why would you help us?” Gelon paused for a moment as he considered his reply, he did not want to say the wrong thing, “My family was once an important one in Carthage, then the Barca’s assumed control. We were humiliated, forced out of positions of power and importance. In the end we were left with only holdings here in Thapsus. That was until last year when they were stripped from us as well” Julianus glanced at his brother who gave a slight nod and then he spoke, “Very well Gelon, tell us how you can help us breach the cities defences. If all goes well we will spare your family, send them to stay with Aulus and he will keep them safe”

Secundus rapped lightly on the door and waited. After several minutes an elderly voice was heard to say, “Come in” He gingerly opened the door and entered the room. He was greeted by the sight of an elderly man sat up in bed, though he looked frail and weak the décor of the room suggested that this was a man of wealth and importance. With his heart pounding Secundus stepped into the middle of the room and finally remembering who the man led in the bed was he stopped and gave a short bow. A frail voice spoke, “So here is the hero of the hour, Secundus I believe? Please take a seat” Secundus obeyed the command of Cornelius Scipio and pulled up a chair, he did not know what to say. Cornelius perhaps sensing the young mans fears tried to put him at ease, “Come closer, don’t worry this disease is not contagious, I am just an old man” Secundus did as was asked. For an hour the two discussed recent events. Secundus tried to play down his role in Placida’s rescue but there was no convincing the elderly Scipio that the man who had killed six men defending his beloved grand daughter was anything but a hero. Shortly after Secundus had left Julianus the elder appeared, “An interesting young man that one” Cornelius smiled, “Indeed, perhaps we may find a job for him”

Several fires were burning across Thapsus, less than a week after the great battle on the plains the City was now in Scipii hands. Gelon had been good to his word, several hundred Carthaginians had stormed all four gate houses and then held them long enough for the Romans to get into the City. Once inside there was never any doubt on the outcome. Some fifty thousand Carthaginians had already died this day and still the killing went on. The Mercenaries had led the assault and borne the brunt of the heavy fighting against the enemy soldiers. Julianus, Quintus, Alexander and Gelon stood in silence on a small hill overlooking the city. The Scipii heir was the first to speak, “You have kept you end of the bargain Carthaginian and I shall keep mine. Your family are with Aulus and will be safe. I do however fear that the people here will not take as kindly to Roman rule as you have. To help facilitate good relations I will see your family in a position at the head of a local council to help integrate the people to Roman ways. You yourself shall remain as my personal advisor, do you agree?” Gelon understood that he was in reality a hostage of sorts to help ensure his families loyalties but he would not admit to such a thing, “Thank you my lord. I will serve you to the best of my abilities”

Aulus, master spy of the Scipii was happy. He was sheltering in an abandoned building far away from the fighting. With him huddled around thirty Carthaginians who were to be spared. They had bought a vast sum of money, over 4000 Denarii hidden in an old wine barrel. Julianus would surely be happy with him for delivering this.

Secundus was comforting Placida. Only an hour ago her Grandfather Cornelius had been found. He had been strong in life and had lost none of his wits even as the illness had taken more and more of his physical strength. Elsewhere in the Villa Julianus the Elder was comforting Cornelius’s widow. There would be much mourning across Scipii domains.

It had been a month since Julianus had sent word to his Father reporting on the fall of Thapsus and still he had not heard back. He was not overly surprised, with the Carthaginian control of the seas he supposed communication would be difficult. That was something he felt would need to be corrected in time. Still with a good base to operate from they had already secured the local country side and the populace had not so far caused many problems. The council he had set up were doing their jobs and keeping them happy. A Carthaginian army had been spotted to the south, his scouts reported that there were approximately three thousand light spearmen. Nothing much to trouble the Romans but they would need to be dealt with soon enough.

Secundus was tired. He was escorting the old man Julianus to Thapsus. They had bartered passage across hostile waters on a trading ship and had ridden without much rest since disembarking on Africa. He was glad to have an escort of some two hundred heavy cavalry that were sent as reinforcements for the Scipii brothers as he was not sure just how safe this country was to a Roman. Especially one who marched under the Scipii banner.

Quintus was surprised but joyous when he had seen the Roman horse approach the city. It was about time his father sent them reinforcements. He greeted them at the main east gate but he did not recognise the young man who led the company but he did recognise Julianus. One look at his face and Quintus knew something was amiss. An hour later Quintus was knelt in the shrine to Saturn (that had been quickly erected) giving offerings to the gods to keep his father well in the afterlife. To his left his older brother knelt. Quintus could not help feel for his brother. For he would now feel the burden of leading the family and a heavier burden Quintus could not imagine. Now in front of the statue of Saturn Quintus made a silent vow to himself. He would support his brother until death took him. For many hours the two brothers prayed in silence until at last Julianus broke the quiet, “I will need your help brother”
“It is yours until my last breath escapes my lips”

[Horseman]

The Scipii Empire

Julianus Scipio was studying the information bought to him by his late father’s loyal friend. He had in front of him a complete run down of the state of the Scipii domains.

Treasury – 4629 Denarii (including the money from the sacking of Thapsus)
Projected seasonal profits – 2833 Denarii

Capua (Capital of Campania) – Population 93,840 adult males
Governor’s palace, militia barracks, wooden palisade, paved roads, communal farming, port, trader, shrine to Vulcan and sewers.
Governor – Gaius Scipio
Garrison – 2400 Town Watch (4 companies) 600 barbarian mercenaries and 270 Numidian mercenaries (Senates reward for conquering Thapsus)

Messena (Capital of Sicilia Romanus) – Population 63,330 adult males
Governor’s Villa, barracks, wooden palisade, roads, port, stables, land clearance, shrine to Vulcan, trader and sewers.
Governor – Aulus Scipio
Garrison – 2nd Scipii Legion and 2400 Town Watch (4 companies)

Syracuse (Capital of Sicilia Graecus) – Population – 54,830 adult males
Governor’s palace, stone walls, militia barracks, port, land clearance, paved roads and market.
Governor – None at present. Previously governed by Cornelius Scipio
Garrison – 2400 Town Watch (4 companies)

Lilybaeum (Capital of Sicilia Poeni) – Population 13,070 adult males
Governor’s villa, palisade, barracks, trader, black smith, port, roads, practice range and shrine to Saturn.
Governor – Flavius Scipio
Garrison – 1800 Town Watch (3 companies)

Thapsus (Capital of Byzacium) – Population 14,970 adult males
Governor’s villa, militia barracks, trader, land clearance, practice range, wooden wall and stables.
Governor – Julianus Scipio
Garrison – 1st and 3rd Scipii legions, 60 Roman Archers, 210 Mercenary Hoplites, 220 Mercenary Samnites, 220 Mercenary Peltasts and 230 Mercenary Numidian cavalry.

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1st Scipii Legion (Legio Sicilia I)
Commander – Quintus Scipio with 160 bodyguards
400 Velites, 1200 Hastati and 270 Equites

2nd Scipii Legion (Legio Sicilia II)
Commander – Aulus Scipio with 120 bodyguards
400 Hastati and 270 Equites

3rd Scipii Legion (Legio Campania I)
Commander – Julianus Scipio with 180 bodyguards
1200 Hastati and 270 Equites

[Horseman]

Chapter 16 – A Scipio who is not a Scipio (winter 263bc)

It had been two weeks since news of his fathers death had reached him and still it did not seem quite real. Julianus had thrown his all into the work that lay ahead of him and together with his brother Quintus he had already begun organising the family’s holdings. His uncle Julianus (his father’s closest friend) had left for Sicilia yesterday carrying instructions for the others. Flavius was doing a fine job in Lilybaeum so would remain there for the foreseeable future. His youngest brother Aulus was to go to Capua and replace Gaius as governor of Campania who in turn was to go to Syracuse and take over as Governor of eastern Sicilia. Gaius would also take command of the 2nd Legion. This was the main reason for the swap. Julianus loved his brother Aulus but he was no military commander and with his father no longer in position to take command of the Legion in an emergency both he and Quintus agreed that it was better for Gaius to finally get his wish to serve in the military. Julianus the elder had asked to retire in Messena and this request was granted, though with Messena now falling under the rule of the eastern Sicilian governor who would be resident in Syracuse he had been asked to keep an eye on things.

Quintus was moving through the Legionary camp checking on the state of things. He had taken news of his fathers passing better than Julianus but then he was not burdened with the responsibility that his older brother now bore. With him was a young man Secundus Barbatus. He had arrived with reinforcements and had been promised a commission in the army by Quintus’s father. Julianus the elder had told the whole story of Placida’s capture and eventual rescue and this alone had given Quintus every reason to follow through with his fathers promise but Placida had also sent a letter that made her feeling towards Secundus quite clear.
“I owe you more than I can possibly repay Secundus. My daughter is very precious to me and I don’t know what I would have done if any harm had come to her. So I need to ask this question, do you feel for her as she feels for you?”
Secundus thought carefully over his answer, “I care very deeply for your daughter sir” Quintus stopped walking and turned to face Secundus directly, “Do you love her?” Secundus felt his heart skip a beat at that question for he could almost hear the unspoken accusation, “I haven’t touched her and I wouldn’t. I swear it sir” Quintus smiled softly and replied, “You didn’t answer my question” Secundus took a deep breath, no point in lying now, “Yes” He turned away embarrassed. Well that was it he’d soon be shipped of to some quiet corner of the world, out of sight and hidden. Quintus laid a hand on his shoulder, “I have discussed it with my brother. You will have a commission with the 1st Legion under my direct command. This is not a place for Placida and it is not the time for us to leave Africa even for a short time but once Byzacium is fully pacified the wedding will be arranged and from this point on you are as a son to me and a man of the Scipii” Secundus turned back to face the man who was now as a father to him. He’d never known his own father, he’d never had a family and now here he was being invited to join one of the most influential families. He knew not what to feel or say.

Aulus Scipio was in Syracuse. Shortly after his fathers death some of the citizens here had thought that now would be a good time to strike and win back the cities independence from Rome. They were wrong. Aulus had bought the 2nd Legion south and restored order quickly but he really did not like this place. Way to much Greek influence in the architecture. He was therefore pleased to receive his orders form his brother Julianus. He was to go to Capua and represent his family in Italy, this was truly a great honour and one thing could be said about that city. The architecture was Roman. It would be some time before he made the trip as he would need to wait for Gaius to arrive here as he did not want to leave the 2nd without a commander.

Julianus, Quintus, Secundus and Alexander all sat listening to the report for Aulus the spy. “Our scouts have located two Carthaginian armies operating in or near Byzacium. To the west is a force of 1200 Skirmishers, 400 Iberian light swordsmen and 1200 light Militia Spearmen. Supporting them to the south the force numbers 3000 more Militia Spearmen. Quite a number of men I’m afraid”
Alexander was next to speak, “Bah! Militia, light Swordsmen and Skirmishers? Hardly a match for us” Quintus agreed, “If I take the 1st out to crush these fools you can keep the 3rd here to maintain order” Julianus nodded, “Agreed. Have we spotted anything to the north Aulus?”
“Not that our scouts have seen my lord, but I would be surprised if reinforcements were not sent from Carthage” Secundus who had remained silent until now finally found his voice, “We need to make sure our northern boarders are watched otherwise we could get surprised by a superior force” Quintus was pleased the man his daughter had asked to marry was no fool, “Good point, I suggest Secundus moves north with a small body of men and establishes a series of watch towers to warn of any approaching army from Carthage. He can then link back up with the 1st in the field”
All present agreed and early next morning Secundus was riding north with a body of heavy cavalry and the 1st was marching west with the new Scipii heir Quintus Scipio.

Gaius was enjoying this Senate meeting immensely. Last week he had led his 150 guard and the 600 barbarian mercenaries against a force of bandits who were blocking the road from Capua to Tarentum. The bandits mustered less than 600 men to fight but there was no real battle. The bandits were wiped out to a man for the loss of less than a dozen dirty barbarians. Best of all was that officially the bandits were operating in Brutii territory so they should have dealt with it but the force they had sent was roundly thrashed and sent running home. This information had somehow become public (Gaius had no idea how….) and now the Senators were taking every opportunity to make sly remarks about Brutii courage. It truly was a great day to be a Scipio.

Secundus was in trouble. He had ridden north as ordered. Out of virtually no where he had found not one but two Carthaginian armies. The closest was led by Bisaltes, a man of the Barca family. As well as his own guard he also had an unknown number of Libyan spearmen as well as a number of troops Secundus and his force could not get close enough to identify. Slightly to the north east was a similar force made up of at least 600 Militia Spearmen plus some more troops that could not be identified. All in all there was thought to be no more than seven companies of Carthaginians including their commander. Still they outnumbered the Romans under Secundus substantially, he resolved to avoid battle at all cost until the full force of the 1st could be assembled against them

A man becomes a son

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[Horseman]

Chapter 17 – A return to the waves (summer 262bc)

Julianus greeted the messenger for Sicilia warmly, it was one of the last people he expected to see, “Lucius! Good to see you boy” The boy, no the young man smiled broadly, “I have missed you father” The two embraced fiercely. Julianus composed himself once more before he spoke again, “I’m sorry I missed you coming of age ceremony, I’m afraid events here keep me long over due from returning home” Lucius shock his head, “its ok father I understand. I thought that maybe you could do with another strong sword arm at your side so I volunteered to bring the reports” Julianus embraced his son again, “Well lets eat before we talk business” Flavius was not going to argue.

Aulus the master spy rode into the Roman camp at a gallop. He did not pause until he reached the commanders tent. Within Quintus Scipio, Secundus Barbatus and Alexander the Greek waited for his report.
“I hope this Aulus does his job well” Both Quintus and Alexander laughed at their young companion’s question. He’ll learn thought Quintus, oh yes he’ll learn. Before Secundus could ask what was so funny Aulus entered. He straitened up a little before snapping off a sloppy salute, “General” Quintus smiled, all the time he’d spent with the army had started rubbing of but Aulus was no soldier, “Greetings Aulus, what news?” Aulus relaxed and adopted his usual stance, slouching and his head cocked slightly to one side, “Well it appears your second here was correct. Large numbers of Carthaginians have come south looking to link up with their forces already here no doubt” Aulus moved across to the table where a map or the area was laid out, he pointed to a position to the west of their current position. The Carthaginians have consolidated what forces they have in the area here. 1200 Skirmishers, 400 Iberian Swordsmen and 4200 Militia Spearmen, quite a force” Alexander shook his head, “They have numbers but we have the quality. Lets whip these guys and go home” Quintus glanced at Secundus who shook his head before he spoke, “There’s more. To the north we saw heavy cavalry and Libyan Spearmen” All eyes again turned to Aulus who pointed to another part of the map. North of their position and to the NW of Thapsus, “Quite right, here we have an army led by Bisaltes. He has 130 Heavy cavalry, 400 Skirmishers, 400 Libyan Spearmen, 600 Militia and 800 Balearic Slingers” Alexander sighed, “Damn them, we risk attacking one of these armies and the other falls on our flank” Quintus wasn’t worried, “Aulus I want you to return to Thapsus”

Gaius Scipio was going to be a busy man. He was due to leave for Syracuse soon to assume the governorship, he was also due to assume command of the 2nd Legion and to top it off he had recently been elected to the position of Aedile. It was a good job he trusted his younger brother Aulus because soon he would be the voice of the family in Rome and would need to represent not just him in the Senate chambers but his brother Quintus. Gaius still could not believe how he had been elected, he hadn’t been to Rome for years!

Julianus had talked for hours with his son and now listened to the reports from Sicilia and Rome. There was some good news. A squadron of Biremes had been completed in Capua and a squadron in Syracuse. The Senate had ordered another blockade of Carthage so this squadron had already been dispatched by Aulus. Julianus smiled at that, his brother may be sickly and unsuited for field command of a Legion but he was no fool either. There was news of Crispina as well, she had recently given birth to a healthy boy that she had named Placus. Julianus smiled at this too, she had only been in Africa for one night. Apparently that was enough for Quintus. And last but not least the recent Senatorial elections had finished. Julianus was not surprised to see Gaius move up to Aedile but he was to see Quintus elected as the new Quaestor.
“He hasn’t been in Rome for years. How by the gods did he get elected?” Lucius shrugged, “Well I don’t understand the politics as well as you but Uncle Gaius told me it was Tiberius Brutus who nominated him and then campaigned heavily to see this ‘brave Roman’ elected” Well that was odd, the Scipii and the Brutii had never to put it mildly got on. “Why would Tiberius want to see another Scipio elected?” Julianus did not really expect an answer from his son so was surprised when he got one, “Uncle Gaius thinks that he was worried that someone who was unfriendly was front runner to win. He guesses’s that since uncle Quintus is not in Rome and not likely to be for some time Tiberius thinks an absent Quaestor is better than an unfriendly one” Julianus understood but the conversation was interrupted by Aulus, exhausted after riding hard with a message from Quintus.

The plan was simple (as the best plans often are) Quintus with the 1st Legion was to keep the attention of the largest Carthaginian army focused squarely on him whilst Julianus and the 3rd Legion takes out their reinforcements. They had marched only three days before the intercepted the enemy closing towards Thapsus, the cry went out and the Roman army deployed for battle.

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Julianus had chosen a standard formation. Hastati in the centre with the Archers deployed behind them for support. He deployed his 270 Equites to cover the left flank and let Lucius with his 130 heavy cavalry cover the right.

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The enemy fell back slightly taking shelter on a hill. They deployed their two spear armed units to hold the centre with the Skirmishers and Slingers in a second line. Bisaltes deployed behind.

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With little room to try manoeuvre to remove the enemies height advantage Julianus chose to trust in his superior men. They advanced towards the enemy. The strategy? A good old fashioned frontal assault with the infantry. The Cavalry would sweep around the flanks and destroy the skirmish line.
As Romans drew closer to the enemy they came under deadly accurate fire from the Balearic slingers. Romans were dying. Julianus gave the order and with a blast from a horn the signal was given. With only sixty archers returning fire the Romans were vulnerable. On hearing the signal the Hastati broke into a run and on the flanks both units of Roman cavalry galloped ahead. The Carthaginian Javelin skirmishers managed one volley the Hastati responded with one of their own before charging home. Julianus led his bodyguard to the left. He was following in the wake of the Equites who were now heavily engaged with the enemy Slingers. Julianus charged in support. From the right Lucius had scattered the Skirmishers who opposed him, directly ahead he spied an opportunity to end this. Risking a pause only to glance at the main infantry line he led his guard in a charge against Bisaltes.

In his bloodlust induced state Lucius hacked deeply into the enemy horsemen. As he slashed out to the left and to the right he realised that his momentum had carried him clear of his lines and he was now surrounded by enemy horsemen. He allowed a scream of rage to escape his lips as he set upon his foes, many of them seemed reluctant to close within sword reach. Then it was over, the enemy turned and fled Lucius gave chase along with the remainder of the Roman army.

Julianus had the final count of loses. He had lost a score of men from his bodyguard so had Lucius. The Legions infantry had got off lightly only losing 80 Hastati but 220 Equites had been lost. He would send for more reinforcements as soon as he got back to Thapsus but for now he turned to Aulus, “Go tell my brother that his flank is clear”

A son becomes a man

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[Horseman]

Sorry for the massive pause in writing, will be getting back to at least weekely installments in the next few days though will be aiming for a new installment every other day when I can manage it

Hope I haven't lost too many readers with my tardiness :shame:

[cassu]

hopefully so because your story is standing still with nothing now for a long time now :no:


Sorry for the massive pause in writing, will be getting back to at least weekely installments in the next few days though will be aiming for a new installment every other day when I can manage it

Hope I haven't lost too many readers with my tardiness :shame:

[Horseman]

Yes sorry about that, health issues once more laid me low though hopefully all sorted now.

Will be back on track as soon as my head is clear enough to write (I find it hard when my heads all fuzzy!) Was under anesthetic las week and boy does that make your head drowsy for a while :dizzy2:

[Magraev]

Hope you are recovered, and in good health.

The story is great - keep it up! :book:

[salemty]

id just like to say this is my favourite AAR i ever seen. PLZ PLZ dont stop writing.

[Horseman]

Thanks for the support guys. All good health wise and I'm back in the swing of things now so.....

Chapter 18 – News from the wilderness (winter 262bc)

Gaius looked out across the city of Syracuse. He had arrived a week ago and it all seemed so unfamiliar. This was his new home and he was doing what he could to make it more comfortable for him and more importantly to his wife.
“Gaius this just will not do,” that was Marcus Agrippa, loyal friend of the Scipii and one of the best drill masters in the entire world. Gaius turned and greeted his aggrieved friend with a smile, “What is it now Marcus?” there was a hint of impatience in his voice.
“It’s the Legion. We have less than 700 men enrolled.”
Gaius was shocked as reports from his brother Aulus had led him to believe that the Legion was at full strength, “Hmm not quite the battle ready Legion we were led to believe was waiting for us.” This was an understatement and Marcus was very clear in who to blame, “You’re lying brother Aulus has left us vulnerable, just make sure you report this to Julianus.” Gaius was not so sure he wanted to land his little brother in trouble but he knew that he’d have to have a word to let Aulus know that he had been caught out and that he’d expect never to have to lie to the others on his behalf again. Placating Marcus would be easy though, “Well I want the Legion bought up to strength as soon as possible. Start drafting men if we don’t get enough signing on. Plus I have requests here from Julianus for reinforcements in Africa. It appears they’re fighting heavily over there. You’re going to be a busy man Marcus, I want these men drilled by the best.”
This thought did indeed give the Drill Master reason to be glad. Getting men ready for war was one of his favourite past times.

Secundus Barbatus had accompanied the 1st Legions scouting force south. The large Carthaginian army that was to the west had pulled back several days before the spy Aulus had arrived to inform them that Julianus and the 3rd had defeated Bisaltes and his army. The damned Carthaginians obviously knew the land well and had slipped away leaving little clue as to their direction. Still they had not counted on the skills of Aulus and such a large force could not move without leaving some trace. It had taken them a while but they had at last determined that the Carthaginians had marched in a south easterly direction, no doubt heading for Lepcis Magna. And at last today they had found them. Secundus turned to Aulus, “Maintain contact and don’t let them slip away again. I’ll head back to camp and tell the General where they are.” Aulus simply nodded before riding off.

Admiral Tertius, commander of the 2nd Scipii fleet was troubled. He had only one squadron of Biremes under his command. With this paltry force he was expected to blockade one of the largest harbours in the known world. And he dreaded to think what would happen if they ran into the Carthaginian navy enroute. Still he had his orders and he was not a man to disobey them. Tonight they would berth in Lilybaeum harbour and take on supplies. Two days from then they would sail for Carthage. What he wouldn’t give to swap places with the 1st fleet. They had the easier task of escorting some troop ships to Africa.

Julianus Scipio was amazed to receive news from Quintus Caecus, the Diplomat whom his father had employed to gather information from deep in barbarian territories. He had included more well drawn maps of the northern lands. It would appear that the barbarian tribes of this land had banded together under the leadership of one particularly charismatic chief and now allowed no foe to cross their boarders. Julianus was pleased to note that Quintus had secured trade rights for the Scipii but worryingly they had also entered into an alliance with the Gallic federation, this could lead to war between Rome and the German peoples. Flavius was puzzled by some of what he read, “Why would we want to trade with these people Father? What could they have that we would possible want?” Julianus smiled. His son was only young and had a lot to learn, “Well first of all it’s not just what we want from them but also what we can sell to them.” Julianus allowed this to sink in for a second before he continued, “And let’s not forget that some of the warmest furs come from that area. We will do well financially to have friendly relations with these people.” Flavius understood these points but has one more question, “But they are so far away. It is unlikely that any of our merchants will want to travel that far. So what good does it do us now?”
Julianus smiled, “Far from our lands they may be. But for how long?” Flavius understood.

Aulus Scipio was packing eagerly. He was fresh from a long discussion with his elder brother Gaius. Aulus had given an excuse for the diminished strength of the Legion but he knew that Gaius did not really believe him. Still Gaius had not said it out loud so it was ok. He would leave soon and visit his uncle Julianus in Messena before leaving Sicilia for Campania. He was a little nervous about this as he was now to be the voice of the family in Rome. And worse still he was to be the voice of his brothers in the Senate halls. He never did like public speaking much.

Quintus Scipio was in a good mood. Months of hanging around trying to locate the enemy had tested his patience to the limits. But today Secundus had returned with their location. Aulus and the Legions Equites were now shadowing them and at first light tomorrow the mighty 1st would be on the move. The one good thing about all this waiting around was that it had allowed reinforcements to arrive bringing their Velite numbers to full strength.

[Horseman]

Chapter 19 – Byzacium secured (summer 261bc)

Admiral Tertius, commander of the 2nd Scipii fleet was nervous. He had beyond all his own expectations managed to navigate his small fleet through hostile waters without encountering the enemy. The Biremes were now spread thinly covering the mouth of Carthage harbour ensuring that no ships could enter or leave without a fight. This was all well and good as long as the ships trying to do this were only unarmed merchants. If the Carthaginian navy turned up the small Roman force would be swept away. Tertius offered a short prayer to Neptune, he didn’t have to hold this blockade for long.

Elsewhere in the City of Thapsus Julianus Scipio was pacing the room restlessly. Several weeks ago he had received word from his Brother Quintus. The Carthaginian army that had been operating in Byzacium had finally been pinned down and Quintus fully expected to bring them to battle shortly. The enemy numbered some six thousand fighting men whilst the Romans in the field numbered less than four thousand. Julianus had thought to lead the 3rd Legion out to reinforce his brother until his scouts informed him that some Carthaginian troops had been seen crossing the boarder from the north. He was relieved to discover that they were only four hundred strong. Still the possibility that a larger army could be close behind prompted him to keep the 3rd billeted in Thapsus. Although the appointment of the local council led by the Carthaginian turncoat Gelon had helped ease the transition in rule within the city Julianus did not feel totally confidant that the people would not revolt if they thought relief from Carthage was approaching and he wanted the 3rd here just in case. Lucius had been sent with the 3rd Legions Equites and a force of four hundred Velites to intercept the threat from the north. So now Julianus waited for news from his son and his brother. Until he had heard from both he knew he’d get little sleep.

Secundus Barbatus settled into his tent. He knew he’d get little sleep as the prospect of battle filled him with dread and excitement in equal measures. He only wished he could feel as confidant as Quintus and Alexander. They were outnumbered almost two to one and even though Secundus knew the Romans were made of much sterner stuff than the Carthaginians he couldn’t help thinking the disparity in numbers would be too much.

Alexander the Greek filled his cup with more wine and was not surprised to hear the voice of his commander and good friend, “Not too much Wine Alexander. Remember we give battle tomorrow and I want you fresh for it.”
Alexander chuckled, “Come now Quintus. I could thrash those curs even if I had drunk so much that I couldn’t even stand!”
Quintus shock his head, “Maybe so but you want to enjoy yourself tomorrow don’t you? You won’t do that with a sore head!” Both men fell about laughing.

As the sun began its ascent the men of the 1st Legion were preparing themselves. Led by their General Quintus Scipio they marched out of their camp and began forming themselves into battle array. Every man in the camp knew they were outnumbered by some thousands but every man knew he was worth five of the enemy. The 1st numbered 1200 Velites, 1200 Hastati and 270 Equites. Supporting them were 490 Greek Mercenaries of which a little over half were Hoplites the remainder Peltasts, 220 Samnite Mercenaries and 230 Numidian Mercenaries. They also had Quintus’ 210 Guard cavalry and Secundus’ 130. Alexander as always would take position with the Hoplites.

Facing them was Bisaltes commanding 110 Guard Cavalry, 1200 Javelin Skirmishers, 400 Iberian Light Swordsmen, 4200 Light Spearmen, 90 Libyan Spearmen and 400 Libyan Skirmishers.

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The Romans deployed in their tried and tested formation. The Hastati holding the centre were screened by the Velites in front. The right flank was covered by the Greek Mercenaries and the Equites and the left by the Samnites and Numidians. Quintus deployed behind the main infantry line ready to react to any problems. Alexander as usual led the Greek Hoplites from the front and Secundus was tasked with commanding the left. As the last man fell into line the enemy army was spotted cresting the hill, the battle was on.

The trumpets blared and as one the Roman army began its advance. Once more a sound like thunder echoed across a battlefield as thousands of well drilled Roman feet marched in step, Quintus smiled to him self, surely a sound to drive fear into the enemy’s hearts. The two mighty armies drew closer to each other.

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Quintus gave the signal and the trumpets bellowed out the command. The Velites broke into a run to begin their harassment of the enemy army whilst the main line halted, waiting for the signal to attack.

Bisaltes watched the advancing Roman army with a mixture of awe and hatred. The enemy sent Skirmishers to harass his lines. He knew that his lightly armoured troops would suffer from intense Javelin fire and he was not all together confidant that his own skirmishers could drive back the hated Romans but still they went forward to try. The two lines exchanged a volley, it was hard to tell but Bisaltes was sure the Romans got the worse of it. He saw the rightmost unit of Velites fall back slightly. We’re they wavering? In an instant he made a choice, seconds later his bodyguard were charging forward. If he could break the Roman Velites with his own Skirmishers intact he’d have a huge advantage.

Bisaltes was goading his horse on, faster he wanted to ride these damn Romans down and kill them all. The flat of his sword was slapping at his horse’s rear, he wanted her to move faster. Then too late did he realise his mistake.

Secundus watched from a distance as the Velites skirmished with their opposite number. He watched as the enemy cavalry swept down the slope and he watched as the Velites fell back towards his position. He knew the enemy had too few cavalry to waste in this matter and he knew who was leading the charge. Damn fool he thought to himself. Few armies could withstand the loss of their General before the main fight had even begun. He watched as the Velites neared and he watched as the enemy General, encouraged by the fleeing enemy continued giving chase. As Bisaltes realised his mistake and begun to reign in his horse Secundus decided the time for watching was over.

Vettias cheered as his General led the charge that scattered the enemy skirmishes. His elation turned to dismay as he saw Bisaltes stray too close to the main Roman lines, his dismay turned to terror as he saw his General charged by over 500 Roman horse. With me he shouted as he begun running forward hoping to get there in time. The 400 Iberian swordsmen he commanded followed at a run.

Quintus struck out with all his strength and was rewarded as another Carthaginian fell from his saddle. Bisaltes already lay dead his body crushed by the press of horsemen but his bodyguard did not retreat. Quintus swivelled in his saddle and saw the Iberian swordsmen bearing down on him. They were too close and his men were scattered, but still he attempted to organise them ready for a charge but he need more time. As if the gods themselves had heard his thoughts he saw as Secundus led his cavalry into a charge against this fresh foe. Quintus smiled, the minutes bought had been enough and with a shout he led his guard in the charge.

Vettias realised too late that he had made the same error as his General. He was too far away from the main line and even as he prepared to lead his main back he saw the Roman horse bearing down on him. He let out a primeval scream as he prepared to sell his life. At least he’d die as a warrior.

Quintus had barely caught his breath, but now he knew was the time. With another blast on the horns the main Roman infantry line began their advance. Pausing only to give the enemy a volley of Pila they charged. The Carthaginians line was longer so the Velites had reformed on the wings to put and end to any thoughts the enemy had to outflanking them. Quintus, Secundus and the Numidians circled round the Carthaginian right flank the Equites circled round their left. The Carthaginian lines broke formation and the battle degenerated into a series of smaller engagements.

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Quintus led his men in support of a group of Hastati, the weight of the charge carried Quintus deep into the enemies lines. He lashed out left and right felling a Carthaginian with each blow but they swarmed around him. One spear point came in low and pierced his steeds flank, the shock made the noble creature rear in pain and Quintus was unable to hold on. He quickly found his feet and stabbed out catching a foe in the throat with the tip of his sword. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a spear tip aimed for his head he lurched back and saw the sharp point stab in front of his eyes, now off balance he was easy prey and he saw another spear point stabbing at him, he stared strait at it determined to face death with no fear. But death did not come, an old Centurion called Nero had seen Quintus’s plight and with a feet of strength rarely seen he had forced his way to his Generals side. Back to back the two now fought surrounded within the enemy formation.
The death of their General had shattered the Carthaginians believe and now assailed from all sides their morale broke. The battle was over and the massacre began.

Julianus Scipio was relieved. His son had returned this morning reporting that the enemy force had been wiped out to a man and now he read letter Quintus had sent him. The enemy had been annihilated. Roman loses were 10 Heavy Cavalry, 30 Velites, 20 Hastati and 20 Equites. A further 20 Samnites, 10 Greek Peltasts and 10 Numidians had also fallen. Remarkably light casualties indeed. Quintus surely was one of the greatest generals in the known world and beyond.

Admiral Tertius saw the enemy’s sails over the horizon well this is it he thought. With little time to get his ships sails hoisted ready to flee it was time to fight.

[salemty]

good to see your writing horsemen. hopefully it wont be as long during post this time. im really enjoying this story

[Horseman]

Thanks for the kind words.

I'm hoping it wont be so long inbetween chapters too otherwise I'll still be writing this when I retire and I have plans for my next AAR too!!!!! (As I'm enjoying this one so much)

Hard to believe that all the words I've written only cover 19 turns so far.....lets hope it doesn't turn into a marathon game that keeps going until the end date!

[Horseman]

Chapter 20 – Vulcans wrath (winter 261bc)

All over Roman domains men and women crowded around the shrines of Vulcan. They offered lambs as sacrifice to appease the mighty god for those who had witnessed his wrath were now more afraid than they had ever been. It had been days since the mighty mountain of Etna had erupted flinging fire and brimstone for miles in every direction, the huge boom and tremors that came with it had been heard and felt from the distance shores of Britania to the scorched deserts of Parthia. And still thick plumes of smoke as black as the night poured forth into the sky, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over the land. Thousands had dies and thousands more had been left homeless, the damage had been beyond anything any living man had witnessed. By the merest of fortunes the city of Messena had been spared, surely Vulcan himself had heard the pleas of mercy.

Metella Scipio had been holidaying in the countryside at the time and had not been heard from. Julianus had been a loyal servant and friend to the Scipii for most of his life and his heart was now heavy with grief. It would fall to him to deliver the news the lady’s sons.

Admiral Galerus was busy. He had until recently commanded one squadron of biremes, the Scipii 1st Fleet (If one squadron did indeed make a fleet) His ships were moored in the port of Lilybaeum along with the troop ships he was to escort to Africa filled with reinforcements. Two days ago the battered remnants of the Scipii 2nd Fleet had made it to port. They had been tasked with blockading Carthage and had run foul of the superior Carthaginian navy. Admiral Tertius had been lost with his ship but some how the remaining vessels had found their way home. Galerus ordered the squadron to refit and decided that he would wait. Once they were ready he would take the now enlarged 1st fleet to sea in an attempt to get the reinforcements across the seas.

Julianus Scipio was overwhelmed. His grief at the loss of so many good Romans on Sicilia was matched only by the grief he felt for the loss of his mother. He offered a silent prayer to the gods knowing that now she was once more united with his father and that they were watching. He would make them proud of their sons. News from Rome was plenty. As reward for stifling Carthaginian trade the Senate had paid for a squadron of Biremes and these were now anchored in Capua port. They sent word that far to the east the mighty Seleucid Empire was now at war with Pontus. Closer to home The Kingdom of Macedon was attempting to quell the barbarian Dacians that plagued their northern borders. Most importantly of all the Senate had asked him to secure the province of Tripio. Julianus had hoped to march on Carthage soon but he knew he’d need to send a Legion to complete this task and he did not yet feel secure enough in Africa to leave Thapsus without adequate garrison. He dispatched orders to Quintus, the 1st would once more march to conquer.

Gaius Scipio was exhausted. The recent eruption of Etna had stirred some unrest across Sicilia and he had been busy leading the 2nd Legion in a show of force across the Island to forestall riots and quelling them when that failed. They were spread thin now and he was glad to see more trained men joining their ranks. Marcus Agrippa had been busy.

Aulus Scipio was relieved to finally be leaving Messena. The recent eruption had made him realise that perhaps this was not as safe a place to be as Italy. The city herself was now overcrowded with many plebs from the country finding shelter within her walls. He did find that slightly amusing, as if the wooden walls would stop a volcanoes fire!

The master spy Aulus crept out of his hiding spot. The Carthaginian patrol had passed and he remained unseen. He was sure this was getting harder but he would not turn back, he knew behind him marched the mighty 1st under General Quintus Scipio. Their target, the city of Lepcis Magna. Not a rich prize but a prize none the less.

Julianus was relieved when his wife arrived in Thapsus. With Lucius currently to the north supervising the construction of a series of watch towers his home had felt empty, he was glad to have Antistia by his side once more. Crispina (the wife of Quintus) had travelled with her and once more his home was filled with the sound of a child’s play.

[salemty]

plz keep writing because there is a definite lack of rtw AAR's and i dont want this one to stop

[Horseman]

Dont worry I wont stop untill its finished!

Serious lack of free time at the mo. And believe it or not it takes well over an hour per chapter not including the playing time!!!!!!

Should get some time tomorrow if not later on tonight to finish the next installment

[Horseman]

Chapter 21 – The garrison of Lepcis Magna (summer 260bc)

Lucius Scipio was bored. He had been sent to the northern boarders of Byzagium by his father. He was tasked with supervising the construction of watch towers to watch for approaching Carthaginian armies. It was he knew a vital task but none the less it was not exactly exiting.

Aulus Scipio in contrast was enjoying himself. He had recently arrived in Capua and had busied himself getting the family villa in order. He was due to travel to Rome in a few days to represent his family within the Senate. Although he held no office save as governor of Campania he wielded some power for he was also tasked with speaking as proxy for his brothers Gaius and Quintus both of whom held high office, he was looking forward to this task even more.

The spy Aulus had managed to infiltrate into the city of Lepcis Magna some days ago. He had been busy talking to strangers in back alleys and creeping around the garrison barracks. Earlier today the city had gone onto full alert and his job was made all that harder as civilians stayed inside whilst soldiers rushed to and fro preparing the cities defences. Aulus smiled to himself, they were no doubt concerned about the approaching 1st Legion. Still it would make it hard to get the information he had gathered out to General Quintus. Aulus smiled to himself again, he loved a challenge.

Lucius’ boredom had been temporarily relieved. He had spotted a small Carthaginian force moving south across the boarder. It numbered less than a thousand men made up of Libyan spearmen, round shield light cavalry and Numidian mercenaries but outnumbered his small force considerably, he decided to shadow them at a safe distance and sent a rider to Thapsus. He would need help.

Quintus Scipio studied the report from Aulus. The garrison at Lepcis Magna numbered some 160 light round shield cavalry, 4200 light militia spearmen and 600 peasants who had armed themselves for war. He sent orders to his centurions, the enemy garrison was weak and the city ripe for plunder, march onwards.

Julianus Scipio had received word from Quintus. The 1st neared Lepcis Magna and the city would be under siege before the year ended. Quintus was confidant of victory and Julianus was confidant in his younger brother’s abilities. Slightly more worrying was the arrival of a small Carthaginian force to the north. The numbers did not concern him but what if this was just the vanguard of a much larger force?

Lucius was relieved. Yesterday the enemy had spotted his small force shadowing them and turned in pursuit. Riding hard he had managed to keep them at distance for some hours until night fell but he knew it was only a matter of time before the enemies light cavalry caught him. The arrival of 400 Hastati 400 Velites and 270 Equites from the 3rd Legion had bolstered his courage and once more he turned to shadow the Carthaginians.

[Chloe]

Sounds cool!
I cant wait to hear more...:book: