Hi guys, I thought I'll post my AAR at TWC over here for you guys to enjoy.:smile: Please don't forget to visit Total War Center for the original AAR, and please see my entries in the Tale of the Week forum! :smile: My profile name is the same there.
Darks clouds covered the sky. Catapults hurled rocks that came down like the rain. The screams of men filled the air, screams that struck the bravest of us with fear. Blood, everywhere. Thousands lay dead before us, friend and foe alike, and more fell before us as I looked. As we stood, they swarmed through the gates, surrounding us, and killing us, one by one, until I stood alone, surrounded.
How did it come to this?
How did it come to this?
How?
Aulus trudged up the hill wearily. How his son managed to do it a hundred times without tiring, he would never know. He still hadn’t aged, but constant wars and hardships had left him weary, and unable to perform even the simplest of tasks. At least they were over.
“Wait for me, Flavius. I am coming with you”
“Hurry up, Father! It will be dark soon.”
Aulus reached the top. Finally, he thought. Flavius was already there, impatiently jumping about. “See Father? I told you this was the best view in the whole province!” pointing at the vast expanse of grass that surrounded the two. In the distance, farmers worked in their fields, whose yields would go to Arretium’s grain stocks. To the north, forests began to thicken and spread to the mountains.
“It certainly is a wonderful view, my son.” said Aulus. “And one day, this shall be yours to govern.”
“Will we be leaving tomorrow, Father? We’ve been marching from Roma.”
“No, my son. I have a feeling we will be staying here for a long, long time.” Kneeling towards Flavius, he took his hand, smiled and said, “Remember this day, my son, for this is the day an empire is born.”
I believe an introduction is in order. I am Marcus Aulus Julius, son of Decius Julius and grandson of Vibius Julius, leader of The Julii, and Conqueror of The World. Under my rule, the Roman Empire has been brought to its height. Countless victories have gained the Julii the rightful title of The Supreme Lords. All of Europa rests at our feet. They call me Filius Martis, the Son of Mars.The Gods favoured us over the centuries, blessing us with good fortune.
Until they killed me.
We Romans never liked the Germans, those barbarians. They were filth, lowly creatures, who deserved to live in the sewers, too low to be called men, too low to even deserve to die by our swords.
We hunted them down, killed them in their own homes, burned their villages, killed their families, and sold their women and children as slaves. They didn’t take too kindly to that, unfortunately, and they returned the favour.
This is the story of my family, the story of how it grew, the story of how it rose to its highest.
And of how it fell.
