Rise of the Scipii

**Horseman** · 02-16-2008, 22:04

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:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read:

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

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** · 02-16-2008, 22:10

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** · 02-24-2008, 19:05

The sons of the Scipii

Cornelius – 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.

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.

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.

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** · 02-24-2008, 21:18

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

**Horseman** · 02-24-2008, 21:43

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** · 02-24-2008, 22:46

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

**Horseman** · 02-24-2008, 23:05

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** · 02-25-2008, 01:48

Originally Posted by Elite Ferret

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!

Originally Posted by Tom0

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.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read:

**Ferret** · 02-25-2008, 17:32

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.

**Long lost Caesar** · 02-25-2008, 20:17

its being read and trust me, its being enjoyed.

**The Wandering Scholar** · 02-26-2008, 00:05

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

**Horseman** · 02-26-2008, 03:28

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** · 02-26-2008, 03:34

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** · 02-26-2008, 18:22

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** · 02-26-2008, 23:22

Ohh you do know how to please

**Horseman** · 02-27-2008, 14:24

Glad you're enjoying it

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

And thats for everyone not just Tom0

**Horseman** · 03-01-2008, 02:58

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

Aulus – Feeling poorly, untruthful, plain and publicly loyal. Command=0, Management=0 and Influence=0.

**The Wandering Scholar** · 03-01-2008, 15:55

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

**Horseman** · 03-01-2008, 16:32

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

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

**The Wandering Scholar** · 03-01-2008, 17:32

W00t so have I, the HoFs are over.

**Horseman** · 03-05-2008, 23:41

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** · 03-06-2008, 00:12

I really enjoy this.

**Horseman** · 03-06-2008, 00:52

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** · 03-06-2008, 00:54

Originally Posted by The Wandering Scholar

I really enjoy this.

Thanks, its nice to have an audiance

**The Wandering Scholar** · 03-06-2008, 17:35

Ooo nice twist with the ships.

**Emperor Mithdrates** · 03-06-2008, 22:36

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

**Horseman** · 03-23-2008, 01:07

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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** · 03-24-2008, 01:08

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** · 03-24-2008, 03:29

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** · 03-24-2008, 11:19

good story but how long will it be when your done?

. when i played i took the risk with the ships and quickly moved to thapsus and hoped that no chartagian ship would notice

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