[RTW AAR] The life and exploits of Amulius Victor

[Tazgrent]

This is a story of my most brilliant general, and his accomplishments. I'm playing a Brutii campaign, in vanillia RTW.




Prologue: The Vendetta
Year: 265 BC

Amulius Brutus looked out upon the field, outside Thermon, Greece. His brother was leading an army on the orders of the Senate to take the city. They were now being confronted by the Greek army sent to relieve the siege, reinforced by the garrison itself. The Greek army was twice the Roman army's size and the Greeks were being lead by a brilliant general, Doros. Now they would have to fight.
The Greek army made the first move. They began to move ahead their long phalanx line, while at the same time several groups of Militia cavalry began attacking the flanks. Amulius saw his brother dispatch some Equites to chase them off. Finally, the phalax line was within the range of the Velites and they began their bombbardment, but it had little effect on the tightly packed groups. Then, Amulius saw his brother order the light infanty to hold the phalanx in place, while the Principes flanked them. Unfortunaly, there were more phalanx then Roman soldiers so eventually, the Romans began to become surrounded. Suddenly, a group of Greek light cavary charged at his brother's postition. His brother's expert bodyguard killed most of them easily, and began pursuing them when they routed. However, a Greek phalanx broke through the Roman lines, and their spears stabbed right into his Brother's bodyguard. Then he saw a spear stab into his borther's chest. "AULUS!!" He screamed, as the shock coursed through his body. With the death of their general, the Roman troops began to break and flee. Amulius tried to gather as many as he could to fight, but to no avail. He knew now that he had to escape. He gathered his bodyguard and began riding off the battlefield. As he looked back at the field, now covered in bodies, of which one was his brother's, he said to himself "Aulus, I promise you that I will not rest untill you have been avenged."

[Tazgrent]

Alright, here is the first real chapter of the AAR. Expect it to be longer than the Prolouge.

Part 1, Chapter 1: Reconstruction
Year: 265 BC

Amulius was leading what troops he had saved away from the battlefield. He knew he and the survivors would have to make for the newly captured stronhold of Apollonia, and board the docked fleet to go to Tarentum, where he would gather more troops to avenge his brother.


When he arrived in Apollonia, he headed immeadiately to the Governor's Palace, where his brother, Vibinus was ruling th city. When he arrived in the audience room his brother looked behind Amulius expectanly. "Where is Aulus?" Vibinius asked. "Dead." replied Amulius. Vibinius felt his knees buckle as he sat back down in his chair. "Wha-... How...?" stammered Vibinius. Amulius said "I saw him die, and I swore to avenge him. I need to take your fleet to take my troops back to Tarentum. "Yes... Yes... go ahead... I need some time alone." With that, Vibinius left the room.


Finally, after months of travel, Amulius and the remains of the legion arrived in Tarentum. After giving the sad news to his father and learning he was now heir to the Patriarchy, he proceeded to the barracks to requisition more troops. He also had his troop's weaponry and armor improved at the new local armrorer.


2 years later, with a newly formed and retrained legion, Amulius loaded his men onto the ships and sailed across sea to a point just south of Thermon. He and his troops began to beseige the city. about 6 months later, a messanger burst into his command tent. "Sir, a Greek force has arrived to relieve the city!" the messanger shouted. "Who leads the force?" asked Amulius. "Doros of Sparta." replied the messanger. "Finally, my chance for revenge!" said Amulius, as he rested back in his chair. "Revenge..."

[Tazgrent]

See below post. This is no longer dead.

[Prince_of_Macedon]

This was a pretty good story (so far anyways). I like how you centered on a specific character.

[Tazgrent]

Hooray! It seems I accidenataly backed up all my saved games when I made a full copy to install XGM! I'll have more later. All I have to do is transfer the uncorrupt save into where the corrupt one is.

[Tazgrent]

EDIT: Double Post.

[Tazgrent]

Part 1, Chapter 2: Vengence

Amulius emerged from his tent, now fully suited up in his gleaming battle raiment. He saw around him the many ranks of his legion, armor glowing brightly in the dawn light. He called his runner over and told him to spread the order for battle, and for the men to form up.

Across the field, Doros of Sparta was recieving intellegence from his scout. "AMULIUS BRUTUS! HA! I sent that dog home with his tail between his legs! I guess I will have to teach him another lesson!"

Finally, after hours of preparation, the armies faced each other on the same field they had met almost 3 years before. The Greek line had spread out to attempt to flank the Romans, while the Romans had thier missle troops out front. Amulius gave the order to march. The gleaming Roman legion advanced over they grassy turf, toward their Greek foe. When they were in range, the skilled Roman and Cretan archers pulled out their powerful bows. With a single earshattering TWANG! hundereds of arrows plummeted through the sky into the Greek line. Many Greek warriors fell, screaming, into the dirt.

Doros would not let his men die like this. He ordered an immedeate advance of his troops. As the Greeks advanced, Amulius pulled back his middle and extreme flanks, making his line into the shape of a W. As the Greeks advanced through the Roman line they were attacked on the sides by the middle and sides of the Roman W. It was a slaughter.

Doros could only watch as his troops were massacred by the hundreds. However, Amulius had something special planned for him. With a single shout, hundreds of Barbarian cavalry, a gift from the senate, as well as many Equites raced toward Doros before he could react. Within a miunte, he was captured. The battle was won.

"Doros of Sparta... how pathetic you are." spat Amulius as he paced back and forth. Doros of Sparta was tied and bound, and was being held by two centurions. "I have long waited for the day I could avenge Aulus." With a single motion, Amulius pulled out his gladius and thrust it into Doros' neck. As he collapsed into the dirt, Amulius spit on the bleeding general.

A few hours later, at the Roman camp, a huge victory feast had been prepared for the Heroic Victroy the Romans had won. Dozens of tables, each 20 feet long, had all been arranged, and were laden with everything from roast meats, fresh vegetabeles, and of course, hundreds of gallons of wine.

Late in the feast the tables were hushed as Amulius stood. "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. Today we have won a great victory. Not only did we avenge our fallen bretheren from long ago, we dealt a death blow to those barbaric Greek scum. It can only improve from here men, so now I ask you to drink to future victories!" The tables burst into cheers and appluase, as the men continued to drink heavily. The next day, nobody would wake up before noon.

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Late in the feast the tables were hushed as Amulius stood. "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.

I like your julius caesae quote
this is a good aar, although you are making amulius seem a bit evil

[Selifator]

I would rather have my ears firmly on my head, unless he's willing to pay interest

[Tazgrent]

I'm back!

Sorry I haven't been able to post for months, but I simply have had almost no time to even use the computer at all, much less play. But, the AAR is back.



The air was cold, Amulius thought. As he looked out upon the city of Athens, he breathed a sigh of relief that the Greek garrison there was so pitiful. A few battered and starved battalions of levy troops was going to be no match for his well trained and disciplined legionaires.



Of course, there was the inbound Greek army from Sparta, but that was still months away. Plenty of time for him to consolidate his forces in Athens. Or so he hoped.


The constant pattering of hammers could be heard throughout the camp as dozens of skilled engineers constructed a large wooden siege tower. Despite the skill of the Roman buliders, the length of ladder needed to breach the large stone walls of the Greek city was impossible to fashion. As a result, the only way to breach the city was through the use of the large machines.


On the day of the assualt, the mustering horn was sounded. The full legion departed into the mustering field, where a last check of weapons and armor took place. Once the preparations were complete, the legion marched toward the west gate of the city, siege towers and rams in tow. Many soldiers were taken aback by the sheer beauty of the city, the glimmer of the walls, the towering Parthenon, and the magnificent wide streets. The same streets that would soon be bathed in blood.


The earth seemed to rumble under Xanos' feet. He looked out from the walls at the approaching Roman forces, and was awed at the sheer size of the towers, and the gleam of the legions. Regardless, he and his fellow hoplites were prepared to fight to the last against the Romans, to prevent them from taking the crown jewel of Greek civilization. He shouted a rousing cry that he and his fellow soldiers took up with glee. He was still roaring with passion when the Roman arrow penetrated his skull.


Amulius looked out upon his forces, as the towers prepared to hook onto the massive walls. He gave the order for the men to ascend.


Sextus was nervous. Not only at the fact he was climbing a hastily construced tower made of wood into a mass of angry men with spears, but nervous at the fact that he needed to prove himself to his brother Marcus, the century's centurion. He wanted to make a good impression almost as much as he wanted to survive. Finally, he reached the mass of green clad men at the peak of the tower. After a good portion of the men were in the chamber, the large ramp crashed down upon the sturdy walls of the city. He felt an almost outside power drive him off the ramp with a battle cry, and he entered the fray. He saw the blood of others flash around him, but ignored it and simply clashed with every hoplite he saw. The battle raged, and Sextus began to see patterns in the enemies' sword work, and began to take advantage. After what seemed like hours, the clamor of battle around him began to subside. Looking around, he saw no more hoplites, and he began to recuperate. As he took in several deep breaths, he suddenly lost then all in a sudden outburst when he saw his brother's body lying on the walls, with a deep red stain across his armor.


"The enemy wall defenses have broken!" shouted the jubilant runner to Amulius. "Excellent... send in the equies to take down routers and take the city sqaure.", Amulius replied


"Well, this looks like our most glorius day yet!" shouted Syrus to his best friend Antonius as they fought the last of the greek peltasts from horseback. Antonius was unable to respond, however, as there was now a freshly thrown javelin present in his lungs.

The screams of the dying and the smells of the dead were present still hours after Amulius's victory in Athens. As he looked out upon the prestigious city, he knew that despite the victory here, there was still yet bloodier work ahead.

[Xavier Dragnesi]

Nice style of writing. It's an interesting AAR. The only thing I would like to comment on is lack of pictures. If would make the AAR so much better.

[Tazgrent]

I would like to have pictures, but unfortunatley the computer I play on dosen't have internet due to logistical problems. Hopefully I will be able to upload using writer discs in a few days once I take the time to buy some.

[Xavier Dragnesi]

Why do you need internet for pictures? All you need to do is press "printscreen" on your keyboard, then the picture will be saved in the your RTW folders. Then you just paste it onto paint, convert it into a .jpeg file, upload it onto a photo site like Imageshack, then paste the URL of the picture here, then we can see it.

[Tazgrent]

No, I mean the computer I am typing on has internet, while my gaming computer dosen't thanks to a long list of complicated problems. I'm working on it though.

[Tazgrent]

The Siege of Sparta

After taking Corinth with almost no resistance, the Roman legion moved on the the last obstacle of Roman Power in the South. Sparta. The Greek garrison there was large, and it seemed that Greek practicality had ovetaken Spartan tradition, as the city now had some stone walls.

Amulius could hardly believe his ears when he heard his scout's report. 240 Spartans... not to mention the 1500 other angry Greek Soldiers. This would not be an easy siege...

Dionysius of Sparta stood with his Spartans and prepared them for the hard day ahead. As the Spartans sat and ate their breakfast, he stood on a podium ro address them with a rousing speech. He said the them "The Roman scum DARE to try and take our city today! I say to them NO! We will not let filthy barbarians dirty our hallowed streets of our proud city! This is where we hold them! This is where we fight! This is where they DIE! Spartans! Ready your breakfast and eat hearty, for tonight we dine in Hell!"

The rumble of the ram could be heard across the outskirts of Sparta and behind came the glimmer of the legion. Unlike the Athenians, the Spartans were not awed in any way and made ready for the killing to come. One Spartan, named Stelios, noticed that many pebbles were falling of the wall. He asked Dionysius "Is that an earthquake?" "No captain," Dionysius replied. "Battle formations."

"Archers!" a centurion yelled. "FIRE!" Across the entire landscape it seemed for a split second that the only sound it the world was a loud twang. 3 seconds later, when the arrows made it to the walls, the only sound that could be heard was the screams of men.

Despite gallons of hot oil falling upon them, the hired Thracian Mercenaries continued to work the ram as the promise of a fortune in god beckoned. One in particular, Damoses, found the action exciting and thrilling. Of course, he was only 17 years old so these things seemed challenging rather than horrifing. He worked the ram despite the screams of those around him and did not relent until he saw the huge wooden doors burst open and spray splinters. The charged with his fellow soldiers into the mass of red beyond the gate. The flash of a Spartan spear was the last thing he ever saw.

Despite the hold-up at the gate, Amulius was confident his plan would succeed. Unbenownst to the Spartans, a second ram was coming in to the East, carried by peasants, and prepared to let 4 battalions of equites into the Spartan rear.

The horde of horsemen burst into the city and made a beeline to the enormus mass of spearmen facing the gate. Not a single Greek soldier, even the Spartans, saw the charge before it was too late. The regular Greeks broke, leaving the surrounded and gravely outnumbered Spartans to meet death. But not until they took 800 roman soldiers and 250 horsemen witht them.

Amulius stood in the middle of Sparta, in the town square. Despite the enormus loss of Roman troops, the facilites in the city were more than enough to process replacments from Italy. Historic Greece was conqured, but yet more enclaves still remained. Macedon, Pergamum, and Rhodes still beckoned to his armies. he would not rest until every Greek was beaten and enslaved. Or dead...

[Xavier Dragnesi]

Cool story. Already waiting for the next