
Originally Posted by
Finn MacCumhail
Brennus, you forgot to add:
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Imagine, you are Barae, great general of the British Isles, sitting in Camulosodae, minding your own business, perhapse drinking bier, thinking of road building, learning heroic poems. But then suddenly big Baktrian army appears at your gates, they have brought some cretures right from hell - big, gray hairless errr boars? with huge tusks and long additional arm on its face. But that is not it. The horsemen are immortal iron clad beasts unvolnurable to your wearpon, shining in the sun and blinding you. And their infantry reminds you moving forest...
After the battle Barae understood, that the "big boars" are OK with bier, so he decided to find the land where they came from. But this is another story.
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