Post by Romae Fabulus on Jun 27, 2006 16:57:07 GMT -5
Lucius Orellius carried the biggest grin in the lost legions. Rome had fallen to the barbarians ten years ago after the barbarians crushed four legions and knowing their own defeat the other three legions left Rome and had been lost. Until now.
Lucius Orellius was known amongst the lost legions as the Primus Legatus, the senior-most Legatus of the three legions, stationed at the bottom of Hispania. Over the last ten years he had spent every waking moment plotting and training, and if neither of those two things, he was keeping their presence quiet. Unfortunately it was hard to do so, being almost 20,000 strong, their presence was to keep secret. The men had made forts and small villages for their own kind. Many had deserted, something like 8,000 or more, but the strongest had stayed, and remained, waiting for the day in which they would ruin the Visigoths. In fact, rumors of their presence had gotten out, but who would make the trek to southern Hispania and verify if it was true.
Rome had abandoned hope of their return.
Legatus Orellius was in his mid thirties, an able commander at the time of Beralic's crushing defeat of Rome, and known as the greatest swordsman in Rome. He successfully retreated his legion and two others far from Rome. The Visigoths, built up their defenses in anticipation of an attack back on them, but never received it. The Primus Legatus was ready to launch their attack now that the two Visigoth controlled legions had revolted, and Rome itself was in turmoil.
Orellius been furiously training his men over the past few months anticipating Beralic's adventure into Hispania. Contrary to popular belief, Beralic was not negotiating with the two tribes Beralic's advisors had spread rumors about, he was going to try and deal with the lost legions.
Beralic had had information as of the past two years that the lost legions still existed and were training oncemore. Furious, he planned this invasion.
Orellius's scouts had reported an army of 6,000 soldiers. It appeared as though Beralic was too proud or too uninformed.
Battle would come on swift wings.
Training happend every day for atleast eight hours, while for the rest men carried on with families they now had and dealt with jobs they had in new societies.
The battle for Rome was not in Rome, in fact, it was thousands of miles away. Without their King, the Visigoths would have no organization and would be split into minor factions oncemore.
Lucius Orellius was known amongst the lost legions as the Primus Legatus, the senior-most Legatus of the three legions, stationed at the bottom of Hispania. Over the last ten years he had spent every waking moment plotting and training, and if neither of those two things, he was keeping their presence quiet. Unfortunately it was hard to do so, being almost 20,000 strong, their presence was to keep secret. The men had made forts and small villages for their own kind. Many had deserted, something like 8,000 or more, but the strongest had stayed, and remained, waiting for the day in which they would ruin the Visigoths. In fact, rumors of their presence had gotten out, but who would make the trek to southern Hispania and verify if it was true.
Rome had abandoned hope of their return.
Legatus Orellius was in his mid thirties, an able commander at the time of Beralic's crushing defeat of Rome, and known as the greatest swordsman in Rome. He successfully retreated his legion and two others far from Rome. The Visigoths, built up their defenses in anticipation of an attack back on them, but never received it. The Primus Legatus was ready to launch their attack now that the two Visigoth controlled legions had revolted, and Rome itself was in turmoil.
Orellius been furiously training his men over the past few months anticipating Beralic's adventure into Hispania. Contrary to popular belief, Beralic was not negotiating with the two tribes Beralic's advisors had spread rumors about, he was going to try and deal with the lost legions.
Beralic had had information as of the past two years that the lost legions still existed and were training oncemore. Furious, he planned this invasion.
Orellius's scouts had reported an army of 6,000 soldiers. It appeared as though Beralic was too proud or too uninformed.
Battle would come on swift wings.
Training happend every day for atleast eight hours, while for the rest men carried on with families they now had and dealt with jobs they had in new societies.
The battle for Rome was not in Rome, in fact, it was thousands of miles away. Without their King, the Visigoths would have no organization and would be split into minor factions oncemore.