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SPQL AAR (until I get ideas for a title)


Prologue:
We were shepherds. We were farmers. We were warriors. But now we are kings!!!

Long ago we are 'barbarians' living off the meadows of distant Spain. We lived as simple farmers and hunter-gatherers. life was harsh, but good. But our fathers grew increasingly tired of the presence of the greedy Carthaginians. They took our lands, exploited our mines and enslaved our people as soldiers to fight the Romans to the west. All for no thanks save for constant fear that they would come back and take more from us that is not rightfully theirs.

We grew tired of being 'allies' to these Carthaginian hounds. Our people marched out, lead by our great king who now rests in peace beneath the grounds of our magnificient palace. We then marched, or rather, rode to slaughter every single pheonician on the face of the earth.

The Carthaginian army were extremely numerous. They had mercenaries from all across the world, many of which were of our own blood. But that meant nothing to us, mighty warriors of Lusotanna.

Our numbers were very few, but our might was supreme. For every Carthaginian soldier who slew one of us, we slew back 20. For all the money they could muster to hire more mercenaries, they could not hold back any longer and retreat to their mining colonies at the edge of Iberia.

We showed no mercy. We sieged their cities. We utterly destroyed their remaining troops. We massacred everyone including fellow lusotannan folk who worked under the Carthaginian dogs. We skinned alive their diplomat who begged for mercy. We displayed brutality of epic proportions to let them remember what it means to trouble us Lusotannans. They evidently got the message and bothered us no more.

We seized our gold mines back. We became rich from the trade. But we are still not satisfied. We look around and seen that there are lands in abundance. Lands filled with riches. Lands filled with weaklings. Lands ripe for conquest!

We marched across Europa. We slaughtered the Arveni - people who put funny paints on their faces but never a good fight. Then we marched towards Italy.

The Romans put up a horrible fight. Just as the Carthaginians, the majority of their units consist of barely trained levies and undisciplined Gallic mercenaries. No match for seasoned veterans such as us.

They put up a long fight. Not a good fight, but long. Eventually after a decade they could not stand up to our might and fled to the mountains. Cowards.

Every Italian we see was put to the guillotine, with the exception of the Samniti who proved to be very loyal and strong allies. They now are granted status as citizens equal to that of the Romano-Lusotanna. We only spared enough of those to work as slaves in the estates, ports and mines across our empire. We dismantled the Senate and replaced it with SPQL - Senatus Populusque Que Lusotanna, as the sign of our soverignity as well as to mock these Romani dogs who know lurk at the Alps - sneaking around trying to sneak through our venerable fortresses.

We are no longer simple farmers. We are now incredibly rich elites, ruling over Romani, Carthaginian and Gallic slaves. We proved ourselves to be the supreme over Europa. That you should be proud of, my children.

Still, we can not rest comfortably, knowing that the remnants of the Arveni and the Romani still disturb us at the northern borders of our empire. It is up to you, dear children, to take the spear and the horse and end the threat for once and for all.

You have all the gold in the world for your disposal. And furthermore, in Vellike, we have established a barracks for training the most fearsome heavy infantry the world has ever seen. Our Samniti allies will be more than eager to join you in your campaign. The siege engines in Massalia is at your disposal, if you require. In short, you have all the resources it takes to conquer all of Europa.

Now go, my children. Make us proud. For Lusotanna!



Sorry. My english is pretty bad. But I hope you enjoy it.