R u trying to outpost me????:furious3::furious3::furious3::furious3:
lol jk nice pace it may be faster than mine.
EDIT:gratz on pg 2
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R u trying to outpost me????:furious3::furious3::furious3::furious3:
lol jk nice pace it may be faster than mine.
EDIT:gratz on pg 2
Don't worry it will slow down soon, I have been off work the past few days and just been playing EB, chilling out. I'm going to try to get a few more posts up tonight, then it will probably settle down to an update every two or three days.
edit: It seems people really like Roman AARs, my view count has been shooting up a lot quicker than either of my Pahlav AARs.
I've always hated boats, the trip across the Messana straits was like a nightmare. Now I'm sitting on a boat as I write this. No, not on the way to Africa. Sardinia, or is it Corsica? I can't remember which is which. Anyway they both give the Carthaginians a base to attack Italy so the Senate has decreed we must take them both.
Sicily is a Roman province. It is free of Punic influence. After years of sitting about waiting for something to happen the enemies capitulation was a huge disappointment. The second legion attacked the entrenched army in the north of the island while we moved to seige Lilibeo. In a great victory the second legion crushed the enemy with minimal losses, unfortunately one of those was the Consul who had replaced Blasio. They then demolished the fort they had originally built and reached Lilibeo before us, crushing a force sent from the city to stop them. The survivors fled back to the city to hide. This is where Scipios spies came to the fore, when we arrived they were able to throw open the gates to allow us in. There were approximately thirty punic defenders, sorry approximately thirty puny defenders. I can only assume they had expected the townsfolk to help them, it didn't happen.
Scipio shouted "Hastati, kill them all!" We don't need to be told twice. We charged unimpeded toward the town square where the enemy awaited us. We stopped for a second and threw our pila.
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Then we charged, to be fair the Carthaginians did the same, outnumbered as they were.
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I found myself at the front of the fight, in a one on one fight against the Punic commander.
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There was a hairy moment when I nearly tripped over a Punic standard giving my opponent a chance to strike.
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Luckily I was able to evade his attack and in time he was dead by my hand. Well by my sword.
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The mercy we had shown previously was not repeated here. These people were our enemies and no weakness could be shown. Thousands were sold as slaves, men women and children. I bought a few myself and had them sent home. The people were left in no doubt who the masters of Sicily were. We are, the Senate and people of Rome.
By Juno, off one boat, kill some Carthaginians then they try to herd you straight onto another. Luckily the "Nuraghi" decided they didn't like their new overlords and got a little bit feisty. They sure are a hard bunch to pacify, running off into the hills in their silly little towers. Anyway I get to spend a bit of time here in... Sardinia, Corsica? By the Gods I'll remember some day. The main town is called Karali, it seems it was originally a Greek settlement before Punic imperialism came calling. It's surprisingly large and well developed, I must admit I was expecting another barbarian craphole, but it has good whores, good wine and plenty of traders. The main problem is we are right on the southern end of a large island so the locals have plenty of room to hide. Give them a few years and they'll realise things have changed, a few crucifixions would sort them out.
What of the fight for Karali? The garrison was mainly Punic nobles, well armed cavalry men, ill suited for street fighting. There was also a unit of well trained pikemen, almost unbeatable in close quarter combat where flanking was next to impossible. We realised the only way to win without massive casualties was to use one unit to pin the enemy down, entice them all in and run through the city streets to attack from the rear. Who would volunteer for such a suicidal mission? Well none other than Romes eternal enemy, our Samnite spearmen. I have been impressed with their ability, courage and stamina when fighting alongside them. I guess they are a proud people and their subjugation must weigh heavily upon them... What the hell am I saying? I do apologise, dear reader, what a truly unroman thing to say. Must be that Punic wine...
As I was saying though, they volunteered straight up to bear the brunt of the punic attack to give the rest of us time to traverse the streets to help them. The Hastati and Principes would make our way to the town centre and attack the enemy rear as would our Roman cavalry. The Triarii would make their way forward and relieve the Samnites when an opportunity arose, hopefully the shock of the charge to the rear would allow this to occur. The Samnites did their job magnificently, holding off Punic horse and foot despite repeated charges. They suffered appalling casualties but held firm throughout. I hope I get a chance to hold the direction of a battle in my hand like they did. And if I do I hope to be as brave and steadfast as they were.
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Don't worry, I'm not going to gush on about the bloody Samnites, I have another tale of my own bravery and valour to tell. The Hastati took a different route through the city from the Principes and we made it to the scene of battle first, charging in without throwing our Pila first as there was too much risk of hitting the Samnites. I found myself fighting on foot against heavily armed Punic nobles on foot. Of course I managed to slay one, a thrust from my sword killed his horse, the nobleman was dead before he even hit the ground, my sword embedded in his neck. There was a scary moment when I couldn't get it out (the sword I mean, I NEVER have that problem) but I took his and killed a pikeman who was advancing on me.
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At that moment the Principes and cavalry arrived and the Carthaginians were demoralised. The battle was swiftly won and the city was ours. The townsfolk begged for mercy, obviously the example of Lilibeo had not been in vain, and swore loyalty to Rome. Scipio showed the town mercy and there was no mass enslavement, though he made it clear any signs of "independent thought" would not be tolerated. The Nuraghi in the hills seemingly have little in common with the townsfolk and are little more than savages. Even wild dogs can be taught to obey though, and these dogs would be no different.
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Great AAR. I haven't seen one like this since "Spear and Shield" and I actually think this is better:beam:. GOOD JOB:2thumbsup:.
As for suggestions for the next war I say Epeiros. In 1.1 they would get VERY powerful very quickly and by the look of the map they are just as strong in 1.2. You'll invade Greece sooner or later and I think fighting a weak Epeiros is better than fighting a Green Death, especially considering the House Rules you use which make things more difficult. Plus having the extra mines in Epidamnos wouldn't hurt either.
this is making me will to give a second try to my roman campaign i interrupted on 1.0/1.1, now i hope you dont will be affected by the "post italia capta syndrome", i mean when you have conquered all italia+sardinia,corsica and sicilia, that seems that you feel safe and secure, and you dont know where to go anymore... that took me too, i say try to find a fictional or a pseudo-historical casus belli, i dont know, for example try to destroy the carthaginian wealth in Hispania, or secure the illirian border from pirates etc.
keep it going, cheers!
To be honest I don't really think a Roman campaign has properly started until I reach this stage. I am really just looking at this part of the AAR as a sort of prologue, everybody has seen it a dozen times. I'm slightly leaning toward Illyria next...
in my roman one i chosed the other path, i went for the emporion, toulouse, hispania, etc. so that illirian path could be a nice variation. Also you could put a stop to the expansion of epirotes, they could start to conquer all Getia and have a foot in Germania too... stack after stack of spawned agema, so i think is a nice choice.
A letter:
Dearest husband,
I hope this reaches you well in Corsica, father told me you can see the shore of Italy from there and on a clear day the smoke from Rome is visible on the horizon. Is it true? Or is he playing his usual tricks on me?
You were right by the way, buying those apartments in Arpi was the way to go. Our new neighbour can't get anything to grow on that parcel of land to our north. I have had to give him a labouring job on our land to help him get by. Arpi is growing by the day, I can't believe it's the same town father brought me to as a little girl. You can get almost anything there, there is absolutely no reason to travel to Rome nowadays. I still go though, nothing makes you feel like a Roman like actually visiting it, and it makes me proud that you are off fighting in it's name.
Last time I was in Rome there was a small riot which was quickly quelled by the Consuls lictors. The people had heard a Carthaginian embassy was in town and anybody who looked "foreign" was abused. As you can imagine a lot of people got hurt that day. Anyway I was told they had offered peace terms and were laughed out of the Senate, they wanted us to leave Sicily, give back Sardinia and pay them reparations! I can only imagine the Senators found it too amusing to get angry. Still, it shows their will to fight may be going. Hopefully you will be home soon, Corsica is much less important than Sicily or Sardinia, according to father, and you took those easily. I imagine it will be a very simple battle for you.
I will stop teasing you now and tell you what you want to hear. Our little boy is turning into a little man, all he ever does is play legionary and bash the slaves about. I dread to think what would happen if he got hold of a real sword! He keeps asking me to read him the story of when you killed the Punic horseman, then makes poor Herion mount his pony and proceeds to pound him. It's really quite sweet.
Mars be with you as you fight for Rome my husband
Aw come on, can't the slaves have their victories? :laugh4:
Truly Fortuna gives with one hand and takes with the other. Where to start? Corsica, I spent two weeks there before the port town of Alalia was taken. It is nothing more than a minor trading post and there is little else on the island, certainly not mining opportunities like on Sardinia. The assault was textbook, the battle an inevitability, there is little point dwelling on it. I killed a few skirmishers but they were ill trained, ill equipped and... well I was going to say ill-led but it would be more correct to say they weren't led at all, just a rabble without a head. We didn't tarry long on the island, we had been summoned back to Italian soil as Cotta had been granted a triumphus.
Yes you heard correctly, Cotta. Not Scipio, who had engineered the whole Punic campaign but a man who had never held office and was not actually a Senator. Well, he was a Senator as he was also elected Quaestor that year, but you know what I mean. Roman politics in all it's glory, a man takes a Roman army to places it's never been, defeats enemies it has never fought before and gets a slap in the face when he comes home. There was talk of mutiny in the camp before we left Corsica but that was swiftly quelled. Scipio gathered all the tribunes and centurions and gave them a speech they were to pass on to us.
"We did not leave Rome in the hopes of gaining glory in my name. We did not leave Rome in the hopes of impressing the Senate. We did not leave Rome because we were the Senate told us. We left Rome because somebody insulted Rome and we had to pay them back. And now we return to Rome, a triumphus for my friend Cotta. You will march through the streets of Rome behind him, the people will cheer, they will adore you, they will worship you. The Senate thinks I will be insulted, they think they will hide. NO! I WILL NOT! I will march behind Cotta amongst you, I will applaud him with you, because I am one of you, a citizen soldier, a Roman. I know what mutterings have gone on, I know your feelings and I am grateful. I am proud to have led you, to have fought with you and to have known you. Let us show the people of Rome that the First Legion is one, we are united, a triumphus for Cotta is a triumphus for us all. Let us go to Rome in peace."
Well, how could we do otherwise? We left the next day and a short trip later we were on the shores of Latium. We waited outside the city for three days while preparations were made, it was to be a lavish spectacle, Scipio gave Cotta everything he needed for the triumphus as if it were his own.
Then two days before the event came the news that the Punic War was over, a peace treaty had been agreed with Carthage. I was home, we were at peace and I was about to take part in the greatest event a Roman could wish for. With the war over there was also the prospect of going home and spending time with my son. Life was good. No, life was great, even the most contented days of my childhood had not been this joyous.
Then came the news, on the eve of the triumphus. A Gallic invasion. They had assaulted the city of Mediolanium, only the swiftness of the third legion had saved the city. An inconclusive skirmish had seen them withdraw and the third legion shadowed them as they retreated into the Alps.
We were told a small triumphus would take place in Rome without us and we were to march north to assist the third legion immediately. The second legion was recalled from Sicily and are sailing north as we speak.
The Punic War was over, the Second Gallic Campaign was just beginning.
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you could just defend mediolanum, and sent a punitive expedition on massilia (if it is already Aeduan or Arvernian), and toulouse, so to get the Provincia. Anyway this guy is really a bastard:laugh4: but i think it was a sort of mentality back in the time... nice sort of hyperrealistic style.
my favorite parts are still the first and the second chapters, that was really brillant writing.
I've never really though of him as an overly bad guy, just a product of his times. I'm pretty pissed off at the Aedui and intend to wipe them out, whether I take the Arverni with them remains to be seen.
Great story so far. I would have suggested going east and taking Illyria and maybe Epeiros, but now it's going to be Gaul. Do not underestimate them, though. Especially with your camillan lads.
Thank you I of the Storm, you have just given me the way to finish my prologue.
Damn Gauls, no respect for culture or history. No idea of their place in the world. How dare they think they can take a city like Massalia, an ally of Rome. So here I sit, in a camp overlooking a city. Again. How many seiges is this? I lost count at Patavium.
The third legion has had the first major success of the campaign, taking and razing the city of Viennos to the ground. Supposedly it was a major Gallic city and it's destruction should show them what they are dealing with. A messenger read us an overview of the battle and by all accounts it was a glorious victory.
The legion had been seiging the city, which had a large force inside, when a huge Gallic host came from behind them. As the legion formed to meet the new threat the men inside the settlement sallied forth. At this the consul in command split the army in two, the main group meeting the sallying army while a small detachment, led by the Triarii, held the river crossing against the main threat.
The Triarii held the river crossing heroically, as befits the finest soldiers Rome has to offer. The main group defeated the sallying army and were able to turn back to assist the Triarii. The injection of fresh troops was too much for the Gauls, for whom such tactics were a surprise, and they were swiftly routed. The undefended city was taken.
It is believed the army which had attacked Roman land came from this city, so no pity was shown to the residents. Every man of fighting age was butchered, the majority of the women and children sold into captivity. What had been a bustling settlement was now a ghost town, the Gauls had been shown what happens when you rile your betters.
I can't wait to get the chance to show them myself.
those gauls have a fetish for massilia:whip:
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The assault on Massalia was led by Cotta, it was totally illegal but the troops had refused to move when the Consul given command of the first legion ordered the assault. The humiliated Consul left the army and returned to Rome in disgrace. Scipio had moved on from the seige with the second legion to guard against Gallic armies coming to aid the city.
A new and novel idea for Roman armies came to the fore in this battle, sappers. They undermine the strength of enemy fortifications in the hopes of collapsing the walls. I must admit I was somewhat sceptical when I heard what we were doing, the walls were solid there was no way we could make them fall.
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Samnites were chosen to dig the tunnels and attempt to collapse the walls. They laboured for weeks, collapses in the tunnels accounted for more than a few, we were lucky the Gallic army in the city had no knowledge of such things or they would have known what we were up to. I can only assume the Greeks within decided not to tell them what those big holes in front of the walls signified.
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Eventually, in a perfectly co-ordinated move, the wall collapsed in two place, taking a number of Gauls with it. We poured in through both gaps, overwhelming the defenders and the commander was soon cut down by a Samnite sword.
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The gates were still held by Gauls so it was left to us to enter and eliminate them.
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They knew what had happened to the defenders outside and tried to surrender, I don't think I need to tell you how we replied. We hadn't been able to take part in the main battle and had some frustration to work out, if the enemy chose not to fight back that was hardly our fault.
The city was taken and the inhabitants welcomed us with open arms, a number of the local nobles had conspired with the Gauls and betrayed their fellows. They were crucified. One side effect of our crumbling of the walls was it left a number of Gauls stranded on the walls with no way down. They had been unable to take part in the battle and were stuck there.
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Cotta ordered the army to take turns firing pila, arrow, javelin whatever at the exposed Gauls and the majority of them were killed in the hours after the battle. A few remained though and were left there to die, most tried to jump down but only fell to their deaths. The rest starved. Only after they had all expired was the order given to rebuild the walls.
Extract from "The Roman Republic 272-240BC" by Prof. John Doggart.
The Gallic Disaster as it became known to the Romans was one of the most profound events in Roman history. In the winter of 241/240 BC no less than three legions were obliterated by Gallic armies. The legions were well trained veterans of the Punic War and the loss sent shockwaves across the Roman Republic, the convincing victories over Carthage had led the Romans to think they were invincible. The reason for the loss lies not with the arms, morale, training or even the leaders of the legions. No the reason for the losses was The Republic. Based on personal influence, virtus and disciplina a Roman needed to take every opportunity afforded to him. The two heroes of the Punic War, Lucius Cornelius Scipio and Caius Aurelius Cotta, were in Southern Gaul in command of the legions. The two Consuls for the year came to take "their" army and pacify Southern Gaul. Scipio and Cotta warned they should not underestimate the Gauls and needed to keep the legions together, even if that meant alternating command. Neither Consul was willing to risk letting the other gain renown over him, so they tossed dice, the winner taking two legions and one ala, the loser one legion and two ala. What happened to them is unknown to this day. One legion went north, a region still seething at the sacking of Viennos, the other west. Neither was seen again, no trace of them has been uncovered by any archaelogical dig. The event became almost mystical in the Roman mind, and an entire generation grew up with a pathalogical hatred of Gauls.
Letter found in France, courtesy of Museum of Marseille
Senate of Rome,
Thank you people of Rome for voting me as one of your Consuls this year. Unfortunately I have no army to take command of. No Roman will have an army to command this year. Rome may not live to see the end of this year. You will not have to worry about finding a command for your two previous Consuls as they are both dead, as is every man they commanded. Why? Because of you, because of me, because of how we Romans live. Rather than go home without accomplishing anything in their year our two "esteemed" colleagues decided to go off on a little expedition. Had they taken this expedition together things may have turned out differently, but no, they had to out do each other. As for their remains, I don't know. All I have is a dozen Roman standards all dumped outside the gates of Massilia in the night. As a message. They know we are undefended, they know Rome is undefended, so what do we do? Enlist more legions? Our veterans of the Punic War have been slain, why would greens do any different? Follow the example of the Carthaginians and rely on mercenaries? Look were that got them. And for all you poor Senators who have lost loved ones, think on this. Previous Consul Cornelius Blasio has lost a son and a son in law. Former Praetor Cornelius Scipio Asina has also lost a son and son in law. Former Consul Lucius Cornelius Scipio, hero of the Punic War has lost two sons and a son in law. And me Caius Aurelius Cotta, triumpher over Carthage? I must tell my wife we have lost two sons, I must tell my two daughters they are widows.
Thank you for the honour of leading Romes armies in this most glorious age. Long live the Republic.
Consul Caius Arelius Cotta
Letter found in Arpi, courtesy of Roman Museum of Ancient History
Dear citizen of the Republic
I regret to inform you that your loved one has perished while serving the Republic. He died doing his duty to Rome and I mourn his loss with you, even as I mourn my own losses. Unfortunately we cannot recover his remains for burial, a memorial is to be erected in Massalia with the names of all who fell. Remember your loved one was a hero of the Republic and died with honour.
Consul Caius Aurelius Cotta
(The letter is written by hand and stamped with the signature of the Consul)
Next: Chapter one of A Roman Life: An AAR-A son without a father
OUCH!!!!!:jawdrop::fainting::fainting:That must have been one hell of a battle. GL fighting off the Gauls after that.:yes:
A Roman Life: An AAR Chapter one
A son without a father
They say grief effects people differently, the loss of her husband made my mother withdrawn and quiet for weeks. Some of my friends cried almost constantly at the loss of their father or brother. Me? I beat an old man to death with a blunt instrument. My old wooden practice sword actually. Ironic really, I used to pretend to kill him with it as a child. You are probably thinking I was overcome with grief and killed him in a rage. No, that's not true, I was in complete control, I knew exactly what I was doing. I didn't kill Herion out of grief, rage or frustration. No, I killed him because of what he represented, he was not a Roman. Herion was a Greek, not a Gaul, but he wasn't Roman. He had taught me since I was a child, he knew me a lot better than my father. He was a slave however and I loathed him for that. How could another man allow himself to become enslaved? A Roman never would, my father never would, I certainly never would. He begged for mercy as I beat him again and again, he got none. As he lay helpless the sword came apart in my hands, I stabbed the splinters into his eyes and beat him over the head with the remains of the hilt. Eventually he stopped breathing, so I stopped beating him. I'm not some crazy psychopath, I have no need to mutilate dead bodies.
Mother came into the room then and looked at Herion, then at me. Without a word she walked out and left me. She had seen the aftermath of her thirteen year old son murdering an old man, yet it had no effect. Indeed grief effects us all differently. How strange I feel nothing at the loss of a man who had guided me my entire life, I would not be able to write this now had it not been for Herion, yet the loss of a man who I wouldn't have recognised had he walked into the room could pain me so. There was a big difference though, my father was a Roman, a hero and Herion had been a slave, pathetic and willing to accept servitude to another. Why should I grieve such a creature?
:jawdrop::jawdrop::jawdrop::jawdrop::jawdrop:WOW, I did not see that coming. How did you get the AI to defeat you like that. I thought it was impossible for the AI to win a battle against a human player. What happened? Or is that lost to history forever an we will never find out?
Great plot twist:2thumbsup::2thumbsup:. Keep it up.
Well by following the years, you can see that is almost time for the reforms to happen. Plus why would the romans have reforms if the present legions were so successful. I think we will see the polybian legions pretty soon since the old ones are now lost to history... Not trying to spoil anything, it just my best guess.
:jawdrop::jawdrop::jawdrop:wow
No you really suprised me:laugh4:
Great twist:2thumbsup:
...that fanatic of a boy... having grown up without a father, i guess no-one has never truly beaten him hard on the as... i would say one time more "oh the times! oh the etc. etc." poor Herion
Extract from "The Roman Republic 240-198BC" by Prof. John Doggart.
The years immediately after the Gallic disaster were tumultuous for Rome, how she came through this period with her territory unchanged is almost as mysterious as what actually happened to her legions. Many Senators called for immediate retribution against the Gauls and attempt were made to call up more legions. The people revolted against this however and riots took place across virtually the entire Republic. The reason for the revolts does not appear to be unwillingness to fight the Gauls, rather an unwillingness to do so under the type of inexperienced general who had caused the Gallic Disaster. The two men who could have brought the citizens and allies around and raised the morale of the people, Scipio and Cotta, were in Messana and if they had left the city it is almost certain it would have gone over to the Gauls. It wasn't until 237 BC they were able to return to Rome, and the rebuilding of Rome's army, and her pride, was able to begin. Both men made changes to the make up of the legions and a new era of Roman warfare had begun.
As the legions were marching north, some preparing to board ships to sail to Massalia, news came from the north that Germanic armies had beseiged two of the forts guarding Alpine passes Scipio had installed in his time as governor. The Ligurians garrisoning them would not hold against such superior forces and the legions suddenly had a new target.
Life of a Roman: An AAR Chapter two
A citizen ally?
My entire life has had one vision, one dream, to march with the Roman legions, now the dream has come true. Unfortunately it's not quite as I had imagined. In my sleep I saw myself marching as a fresh faced young Hastati, gladius by my hip, pila in my hand, shield strapped to my back. I march to war with a bow, some arrows and a blunt spear. No, I'm not a Hastati, I'm not even a Velite. Accensii? No I'm below even those dregs of society. I march to war as an ally of Rome with my Nuraghi "brethren."
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Soon after the death of my father the man who owned the land to our north moved in with us, mother told me we needed protection, a women and her thirteen year old son living alone were not safe. She must have thought I was a bloody idiot, she had seen what I was capable of and my killing of Herion was common knowledge, people knew what they could expect if they tried to rob this poor widow and her son. Of course I made a mistake in my last account, I said I murdered Herion, how could I murder somebody who belonged to me? Perhaps you thought my use of the word denoted some sorrow or guilt for the deed on my behalf, pah! Read on and tell me if you still think that.
Mother and her lover were clever, I'll give them that. I spied on them for months waiting to catch them, I knew what was going on but there was always the small chance I could have been wrong. Finally about six months later I walked into her room and they were in bed together, mother cried out to me claiming it was the first time, he had seduced her etc etc. Her lover laughed and told me to get out, he was busy. I looked at him and smiled and the laugh disappeared, finally he realised what was going to happen and that the story of Herion's fate was more than just a story. I slit mothers throat with a dagger I had bought in town, she gurgled words I couldn't catch then slid to the floor. Dead. I was an orphan. He stared at me. I stared at him. "You're bloody crazy" he mouthed, barely able to get the words out. I still hadn't said a word and wasn't about to start then. I'm a man of action not words. I won't bother you with the details but he didn't get the merciful death mother got, I mean she was my mother, as I told you before I'm not some kind of psychopath. Some time the next day he finally died, let's just say anybody who knew him wouldn't have recognised him.
So an orphan, a murderer, what's the word? Matricide? Who cares, she deserved it. If she couldn't honour my father's memory it was up to me. I had to get away, far away where nobody knew me. I went to the port at Naples and bribed the captain to take me wherever they were going, it took all of the silver I had taken from home. The voyage was a nightmare, I was sick constantly. The crew tried to get me to help man the ship, they got the message when I held one over the rails threatening to throw him in. When we reached our destination I was ordered off, if I hadn't gotten off they would have thrown me overboard.
I had no idea where I was when I got off, it looked like Italy but I couldn't be sure. Perhaps everywhere looked like Italy. After a few hours wandering I came across a young girl, well not too young, a few years younger than me. I tried to talk to her but she didn't understand. She gave me some of the berries she had collected and I tried to make her understand I was lost. Eventually she got the message and beckoned me to follow her. She brought me to a crude hut were she lived with her family. I lived here for three years, eventually learning to understand this primitive people. I bet you thought I was going to rape her or something, I'm not some sort of a psychopath as I keep telling you. And she was ugly.
After three years I heard a voice outside speaking in Latin. The local governor had ordered a levy of troops to send to Rome. The recruiter was demanding at least one of this family volunteered, so I stepped forward. I didn't let on I spoke Latin of course, as far as he knew I was one of the Nuraghi. The other Nuraghi would know of course so I pretend to be mute. It actually makes life easier as they don't make much effort to communicate with me so I get out of most of the hard jobs. Another horrible boat trip later and I was back on Roman soil. We are marching north, hopefully to kill Gauls, though I actually have no idea where we are going or who we are going to fight.
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What's the Roman word for Erinyes?
Anyway, seems like members of this family get orphaned a lot.
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Originally Posted by johnhughthom
i think its more about how its written, following one character instead of the faction as a whole
great work by the way keep it up:yes:
This AAR is great, it's really inspired me to take up the mantle of the SPQR once again :smash: