Post by Avitas Caesar on Dec 9, 2005 12:40:58 GMT
Staring out of the dusty window onto a snow swept Rome, the Caeser Avitas was buried deep in thought.
Dressed only in a tunic a trousers, with a belt at his waist, he heard his Cheif Advisor, Rexus enter, and saw his reflection stood behind him in the murky glass.
"Tell me Rexus....what do you see?" He said solemnly.
Approaching the window, stood over Avitas' shoulder, Rexus replied.
"I see glorious Roma, home of our people."
"Glorious Roma...." Said Avitas, thinking aloud now.
"Glory these days is indeed a term used lightly."
"What do you mean, lord?"
"Rexus....
The enemy from the South, ruthless, never-ending, and...bloodthirsty... is upon us. It has entered the peninsula upon which holy Rome stands.
To the North the Barbarians and Vikings bide their time and grow, awaiting a chance to strike.
To the West sits the King of the Britons on his throne of skulls, pulling all the strings.
And it seems at last the people of Rome are hearing about it.
Rumours, whispers in the grass, about skirmishes to the North, and far-off enemies expanding insatiably.
Refugees from Rhegium bring with them the stench of fear and of death, and news of an 'unstoppable enemy', and tales of a complete Legion entirely destroyed.
The city reeks of fear.
If the rumours were all true then by tommorow a fleet will attack from the West, while armies smeared in the blood of Romans, wearing our flesh as clothing attack from the North and South.
I will parade the troops being sent East infront of the people. They must believe at least that we have a chance."
"But do we, Caeser?"
"You tell me, Rexus. You tell me..."
Dressed only in a tunic a trousers, with a belt at his waist, he heard his Cheif Advisor, Rexus enter, and saw his reflection stood behind him in the murky glass.
"Tell me Rexus....what do you see?" He said solemnly.
Approaching the window, stood over Avitas' shoulder, Rexus replied.
"I see glorious Roma, home of our people."
"Glorious Roma...." Said Avitas, thinking aloud now.
"Glory these days is indeed a term used lightly."
"What do you mean, lord?"
"Rexus....
The enemy from the South, ruthless, never-ending, and...bloodthirsty... is upon us. It has entered the peninsula upon which holy Rome stands.
To the North the Barbarians and Vikings bide their time and grow, awaiting a chance to strike.
To the West sits the King of the Britons on his throne of skulls, pulling all the strings.
And it seems at last the people of Rome are hearing about it.
Rumours, whispers in the grass, about skirmishes to the North, and far-off enemies expanding insatiably.
Refugees from Rhegium bring with them the stench of fear and of death, and news of an 'unstoppable enemy', and tales of a complete Legion entirely destroyed.
The city reeks of fear.
If the rumours were all true then by tommorow a fleet will attack from the West, while armies smeared in the blood of Romans, wearing our flesh as clothing attack from the North and South.
I will parade the troops being sent East infront of the people. They must believe at least that we have a chance."
"But do we, Caeser?"
"You tell me, Rexus. You tell me..."
