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    Native Gallic tribesman living in currently pacified regions of southern Gaul have united and decided to revolt against their Roman masters. Seven thousand regular Gallic infantry have begun pillaging the province of Transalpine Gaul.

    (If these marauders are not removed by midway through the year the income for all Gallic regions will be reduced by half)

    Roman Forces: IX Primigenia, X Gallica
    Gallic Forces: 7,000 Regular Infantry (Magicman)
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    The
    Revolt Of the Galli Transalpini
    Deployment Stage



    It has been three years since the great conqueror, Senator Severus Vipsanius Cincinnatus land from the Gauls, and vanquished the great warlord Catugantrix. The Gallic people never forgot the shame, the disgust they had felt and all those they had lost. Some recognised Romes greatness, they bowed their heads, wore togas, and spoke in Latin. Most didn't Seven thousand, young men, eager to reclaim what was theirs have uprisen against their Roman masters, they have burned the lands, the crops and taken livelihoods of many, who have worked hard for it.

    The Romans were not happy, they dispatched their Legions in Gaul to deal with the problem, with the promise of help from that same Senator who took the lands three years before. Yes Pro-consul Severus, "Magnus" as he is now known, will return to Gaul, bringing with him the might of Rome, the IX Primigenia had arrived, Romes newest legion to fight alongside the X Gallica.

    The Gallic force had set up camp inside the valleys that lined the mountainous regions of Transalpine Gaul. They were a rebel force and that had factored against them. They had not thought to look for high ground, and had instead stuck to the lowest valley, sending out sorties at night to loot the surrounding land. The valley in which they had hidden themselves though was heavily wooded, and underneath the boiling sun, that scorched the dry Gallic land, the cool haven provided them with a good place to rest. Due to the nature of their rebellion, they had not thought to erect fortifications, and only minor defenses could be found within. Indeed the only traps set were for catching wildlife and not for those men that could come against them. No matter how unprepared they were though, they were ferocious, they were fighting for a cause which was greater than them, for the freedom of their lands and people, and most would fight to the death for it.

    The Roman force arrived at the Region where local people had told them the Gauls were hiding, the Legion X Gallica, took one side of the valley, whilst the IX Primigenia took the other side, ready to swoop down upon the Gauls. However their arrival hadn't gone unnoticed, and below them their enemies prepared for the fight.

    ooc- There's the set up, if you'd both like to send me plans, as detailed as possible, so i haven't got to do to much guesswork that would be great, thanks
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    Severus rode at the head of his two legions. The Senate had betrayed him, and now he must use his own forces to repel the Gallic invaders. He would have preferred to have at last the I Victrix, but the Senate had taken too long and now Severus stood with two raw legions opposing an angry group of probable ex-soldiers. Even though his advantage was in numbers, Severus understood that these untested legionaries had just finished training the week before and they were unreliable at best. The orders had been given to the centurions and as long as they were followed, Severus was confident the victory would be his. Before long the army had been drawn up in battle order a short distance from the desired field and the proconsul addressed his men.


    Men of the 9th and 10th legions, it has been only months since you have left your homes and already you find yourself arrayed against a foe. Fear not, these Gauls are opportunists that seek to sack Rome's provinces while they are undefended, ungoverned, and completely helpless. They have wrought great destruction in the few weeks they have been marauding but this ends today when we water the ground with their blood.

    You are not to blame for this, but the Senate. They have refused to send us aid or even a message these past weeks and yet three legions sit a few day's march away. We have been forsaken by the very men that claim authority to govern us all. By Mars I vow to shame those that blocked legislation to defend the provinces, those who prefer to see Roman lands blemished by the dishonor the filthy Gallic tribesmen have shown us, for in their paranoia they have refused to deploy any force, thinking themselves hemmed in on all fronts. We will prove to them once and for all that Roman arms shall carry the day.

    I am called The Great for my victories against these same Gauls some years ago when I slaughtered armies thrice this number. Bring honor to my name and to Rome!

    Severus Magnus drew his sword in salute of his legions and rode to the hill overlooking the battle with a small detachment of guards and couriers.

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    The
    Revolt Of the Galli Transalpini
    Battle Stage

    Sunlight pierced the grey clouds that had gathered over the mountains, streaking down upon the world below. The Sunlight reflected off the armour of thousands of Legionaries creating a sight, that even Apollo would envy. The Vanguard of the Legionaries composed of four thousand men, two thousand from each Legion, the youngest, least experienced troops were among them, yet these men were still a potent match for any Gaul who may come against them. Protecting the Left flank of the army were the remainder of the men from the Legio X Gallica, men who had spent many years in Gaul, ready to do their job for the good of the republic. Protecting the Right flank however, were the forces of the newly formed Legion of the ex-consul, now pro-consul of Gaul, the Legio IX Primigenia, new to their roles, yet all willing to fight and die for their commander. The Roman army stood upon the hill, overlooking the wooded valley, they saw no sign of their quarry, yet the tell-tale signs of occupation were clear, small fumes of smoke, pierced the dense foliage in places, indicating campfires and the lack of any sound of wildlife indicated the force ahead to be large. The commanders waited upon the hillside for their enemy to appear.
     
    Two thousand men ran silently through the undergrowth, all hardened by years of working in the fields of their Roman masters. Now they had risen up, and removed the yoke which had bound them to the Land, they had gone to war with the state, and now they knew the Romans were here to remedy that. The rest of their force were also split between two groups, two thousand had gone to the other end of the valley, in a hope to escape that way, the other half had headed deeper into the wooded area, to hide from the Roman Legionaries, and if possible ambush them as they came looking for the Gallic force. The two thousand Gallic men kept running, through the forest, suddenly, they came before a wall of fire, consuming all within it’s path. The Roman Generals, bored at the lack of action from their enemies, had ordered their men to start fires at either end of the valley. Now the raging torrent of flame, filled the woods with smoke, driving the Gaul’s back to their allies, who had remained in the forest. Ash stained they arrived, smoke was already drifting through the trees towards them, and in the distance, flickers of flame could be seen, eating away, at the wildlife. The other third of their army had not arrived yet, and the Gallic men hopes they had made it out. The Gallic commanders gathered. The only way out of the valley now was guarded by a host of Romans, the other side of the valley was sheer rock, and the fire at either end ruled those three out of the question. It was decided they would attack, and buy their friends time to escape. There was no other way, they knew they were sealing there own fate, but they knew many Romans would be taken down with them. The Romans had taken their lands, and reduced their people to mere servants, at the beck and call of their Roman masters, and for that they must pay, dearly.
     
    Pro-consul Severus, surveyed the burning woods. His men steady under his command watched as the refuge of their enemy was decimated. Smoke poured out of the forest, funnelling through the valley, concealing the remainder of the woods from the Romans. Then from amongst the trees, the Romans, saw the first men of the Gallic army appear, they dressed in skins of animals, with wild matted hair, formed in lose formation, compared against the Romans, who comparatively wore, the finest amour money could buy, packed together in well thought out order, perfected over years of military training. The comparison was great, and it truly reflected how this battle would go.
    The Gallic forces emerged from the tree line, roaring battle cries at the Romans, working themselves into a frenzy. As one the entire Gallic army charged the Romans Vanguard, all knew this would be their final day, yet they didn’t care, as long as their three thousand allies escaped, they would be happy.
    The Roman soldiers at the front braced themselves, for the charging horde, some had grabbed burning branches from the woods, and now through them into the tight packed Roman formation, showering sparks upon them. The newly formed Legionaries from Pro-Consul Severus’ Legion, looked terrified as the gibbering barbarians descended upon them, yet the cool demeanour of the older Legionaries and the watchful eyes of their commander kept them firm. The Gaul’s broke upon the Roman shields like waves on a rocky shore, the force of the many men pressing against them caused the Romans to step back one pace, then another, and then as the Romans started to concede ground to the Gaul’s, the Roman commander shouted, “For every step back you take, one of you will die.”
     
    The Legionaries, now to scared to go any further back held firm against the enemy, stabbing, from between their shields, they inflicted many deaths upon the barbarians, who were so tightly packed that they could not attempt to attack the Romans. Then it was the Legionaries time to go on the offensive, the Centurions gave orders, and as one, the vanguard of the Roman army, pushed back the enemy, towards the raging inferno that once was a forest. Again they pushed, the gauls lost more ground, many at the rear started to feel the heat of the flames against there backs, in panic they tried to rush through their own men, any man who fell was crushed by the weight of his friends, pushing to get away from the fire. The rest of the Legio Gallica, flanked the Gauls on the left, with the Primigenia doing the same on the right. Encircling them, with the help of the Enflamed woods, as one, the flankers, went onto the offensive, they rushed the sides of the gauls in the Centre, each flanking movement was made up of the same amount of men as the Gauls had. At the same time the flankers went on the offensive, so did the Vanguard, turning their shields aside, they rushed into the barbarian masses, dealing death to all that stood in front of them. The men of the Gallica, rushed the left flank, killing many Gauls in the unexpected attack, by now the moral of the Gauls was low, and seeing an army three times the size of theirs, bearing down on them broke them. The Legionaries of the flanking movement encircled the enemy, before any could try and test their luck in the burning forest. The gauls had no where to go, and with every moment lost ground to the Romans.
     
    The Romans, tightened the circle considerably, all the while hacking, slashing and stabbing at the broken barbarians, blood made the ground slippy, turning the battle ground into a massacre. Finally as one, the remaining Gauls surrendered, they had lost over half their force, with the Romans losing less than one hundred men. Yet they knew that their allies must have escaped, and were happy with the knowledge, that though they had lost, their friends were not harmed.

    As with the Gallic orders, three thousand had escaped, the Romans did not yet know this however, yet they would soon find out. The victory was a great success for the Romans, who had hardly lost any men, and around the campfires that night, soldiers sang praises of their legendary commander, who had guided them in this victory. They had captured many men and now it was up to the Commander to decide what to do with them.
     
    Casualties of the battle
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    Gallic Casualties
    132 men in the fire
    2748 men in the battle
    Captured Gaul’s
    1010 men
    Escaped Gaul’s
    3000 men
    Roman Casualties
    32 Gallica
    55 Primigenia
    Why the figure are as they are. The Gallic soldiers main plan was to escape, when this failed the only option was to attack the Romans, who guarded the only way out. The fire drove them from the woods. The Romans were better armoured and better prepared. The Gallic men were terrified by the fire and crushed into a tight space. When flanked, they were packed tighter, so couldn’t work as effective. The Romans had the space to fight and defend themselves, and so ultimately were victorious by a large margin.

     
     
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    The legions reform in the midst of the carnage of the field cheering loudly at their success. Severus rides to greet them shouting his praises while the prisoners are stripped of arms and shackled. Several scouting parties are dispatched to ascertain where the remaining Gallic forces have fled to while Severus begins drafting a letter to the Senate.

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    After some reconnaissance, the legions begin pursuing the fleeing Gallic warriors north of Narbonensis.


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    Transalpini transgressi flumen in insidiis
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    Three thousand men, running across Gallic countryside, is not something that goes unmissed. Signs of their wake punctuated the dry grassland, a trail a mile wide was laid, and the Romans were hot on their tail

    Pro-Consul Severus and one of his legions, the Primigenia. Made up the force of the pursuers, ready to strike down upon the Gallic soldiers, crushing them to the last man, at least this was the hope. The Legio Gallica, had been left in control of the prisoners from the previous battle. A testament to the size of their capture, having to have it guarded by an entire legion.

    Whilst the Gaul's were dead tired and broken after the events of the last few days, the Romans were high spirited after the victory in that legions first battle. No matter how hard they marched they kept their spirits up, with tales from the battle, in fact, as is the nature of tales, every time a soldier told his tale, it seemed to become more embellished. What had started out as a minor victory against four thousand ill equipped Gauls, soon became a great victory against one million, fully armed Barbarians, who stood ten feet tall. Severus would smile as he heard these tall tales of bravery, one man claiming to have held off one thousand of them from escaping on hisown, in Severus' eyes it was better his newly formed legion kept their hopes up for the upcoming months. Gaul was not an easy place to live, and many of these would be dead before they had completed their term of active duty. Yet he did not allow these thoughts to get to him. There were barbarians that needed killing.

    "Stop here" came the cry of one of the few leaders left, from the remains of the Gallic revolt. They had come to a shallow river, within the mountains where they had travelled too since escaping the Romans, only days earlier. For all they knew the Romans had given up, and as every man was weary from the days march, the inexperienced leader gave his men the order to set up camp. Setting only a light guard for the night, he suveyed his surroundings before returning to his tent.

    As the commander surveyed the surroundings, he realised what a bleak place they'd arrived at. To the direct south of him stood high, craggy impassable mountains, that overshadowed the valley where they had come to rest. At the foot of these mountains, there lay an overgrown forest, where men were collecting firewood for the nights meal. Snaking it's way out the forest, down through the valley, and out of sight, was a shallow river, clear water bubbled through and in the distance a rushing torrent could be heard, which he could only assume to be a waterfall, in the dim light he looked back the way they had come, already much of the land, was lost to the coming night. He felt a chill, and looked up to the sky. Huge grey clouds gathered overhead, looming as if they were about to burst at any moment. There's a storm coming he thought to himself, and as he retired for the night, he had no idea how right he'd be.

    ooc- Sorry about the story telling, not able to do a picture at the moment, and i thought this would be better than just bulletpoints. Romans are coming to ambush the Gauls, they arrive during the night, without their enemies noticing. At the start of the battle only the Romans get to use orders. Then when i deem it to be a suitable point, i'll ask the Gallic commander for his orders. This is to show dissaray and confusion in the ranks of the ambushed. Again, orders as detailed as possible please. Thanks
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    Transalpini transgressi
    flumen in insidiis
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    The Ambush
     
    The Sentry made his way around the campsite, following the same path he had walked for the last hour or so. The wind whistled down through the twisting trees, and the rain pelted the heard ground. It was pitch black, yet by now the sentries eyes had become accustomed to the familiar shape of the surroundings. As he followed the twisting path, alongside the southern end of the campsite, he heard a snap. Peering through the dense foliage of the forest, he tried to determine the cause of the noise. He could see nothing, and accredited it to an animal. He pulled his furs around him closer , to keep out the bitter chill, and continued on his way.
     
    Roman legionaries, surveyed the campsite, they had come far today, and now they were in sight of those they had been following for miles. Order were given, they would attack three hours before dawn. In the black of the night, the unprepared Gaul’s would be slaughtered. The force had been split into four. One group, made up of the fastest men in the Legionary, encircled the valley, and would come up on the opposite side of the river. Another group, would attempt to climb up the low hills that lay to the North of the campsite near the waterfall, the third group would make their way into the dense forest and attack from their, and the final group, would come from behind the encampment, where the Gaul’s had arrived the previous day. The fourth group was under the direct command of pro-consul Severus, he had given out command of the others, to men he trusted, with implicit orders on what they should do. The fourth group, made their way quietly into the campsite, sneaking through the dark alleys, that had been created between the tents, of which their were about, five hundred, six men were in each one.
     
    The Legionaries of the fourth group, split themselves up into smaller teams, and were arranged around the entrances to the first few tents, that lay on the outskirts of the encampment, at a swift order from Commander Severus, they burst into the heavy cloth structures. Slaughtering the Gallic men in their beds. The teams then moved onto the next set of tents, all the while watching out for any sentries. Again they struck at the sleeping men, killing them quickly, before moving on again.
     
    The Sentry looked behind him, he had heard another noise, unmistakeable this time. “Who goes there.” He called in Gallic, suddenly he felt a hand press around his neck, squeezing it tightly, the sentry grunted, as the heavy man tried to strangle him. The Gaul reached into his small scabbard that lay on his hip, grabbed his dagger and stabbed blindly behind him. The dagger fortunately for the Sentry, found a chink in the mans armour, and drove into the attackers abdomen, mortally wounding him, and causing him to lose his grip. The Sentry examined the man, he realised with shock that it was a Roman centurion, in shock he started too call for help, other sentries heard his call, and started raise the alarm, they were under attack, this was where they would fight. A roman legionary, observing the Sentry from the woods, quickly threw his javelin into the man, killing him, but the damage was done the Gaul’s were awake.


    The Small teams heard the cries and realised that the Gaul’s knew they were there, they formed up back into their main group, and prepared for the fight. As this was happening the other groups encircled the encampment, however mistakenly they had left a gap, leading towards the craggy rock face, there was a possibility of escape, that only the Gallic men from the campsite could yet see.
     
    The remaining Gaul’s who had not been killed in their beds, formed up in the middle of the campsite, in the clearing they’d made for the campfire, their commander studied his option. Either chance escape to wards the South, or die defending the campsite.

    Casualties of the initial ambush
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    Gauls
    180 Men sleeping in their tents
    3 Sentries out on patrol
    Romans
    1 man outside the encampment
    7 inside as the Gauls woke up
    Why this happened; The Roman teams took ten tents at a time, and by the time the alarm had been raised they had already done two sets of these, moving onto the third set. No Roman had died yet because they weren’t noticed, and as there were 6 men to a tent, 120 Gaul’s had died. When the sentry raised the alarm, 1 roman was killed, and then the sentry killed by other Romans in the ambush, alongside 2 of his fellow sentries. When the Gaul’s woke they rushed outside with weapons. Outside the third set of tents, where the Roman teams had gathered, the Gauls rushed outside and were mini-ambushed by the Romans, some were more alert, and managed to kill 7 before being killed themselves.

    ooc- Now I’d like the Gallic commanders orders, I already have the Romans for the battle, so whoever is RP’ing them please make them now. Try to be as detailed as possible, and imaginative, your men are really desperate to survive.
     
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    The I Victrix and III Italica have arrived in Transalpine Gaul.

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    Transalpini transgressi
    flumen in insidiis
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    Main Battle


    The Gallic men were surrounded, in the pitch black, of a bitter stormy night, their enemies outnumbered them 2 to 1, and were better equipped, better organised and better prepared. But they weren’t as determined as the Gauls. They did not have the same bitter feeling towards their enemies as the Gallic men did, and they certainly did not share the same fanaticism which gave a man of Gaul the strength to fight on after all had given up.
     
    The Roman groups had quickly taken advantage of the Gallic camp, using the narrow alleyways between tents, as funnels, to channel the Gauls into the centre, soon every gallic man was crammed into the centre of the campsite, waiting for the Romans to attack. The Romans, quickly encircled the centre of the camp. A thick battle line of men. Waiting for the order to attack, the Gauls sneering and growling at them from their position.
     
    No matter how brave the Gauls are, these men were still scared, they were miles away, from home and family, driven to war by their Roman masters, they would now be driven to their deaths, thousands of miles away from all they had ever known. The moral was down, and this would count against them in the coming fight. The commander, seeing his men falter, took up a battle cry, in Gallic, one that set a fire in the men’s hearts, gave them hope “Honour in Death, Honour in battle” He shouted, the Gallic men fell silent, as they heard this new voice. “Honour in Death, Honour in battle” The commander roared again, saying his words to a simple beat. “Honour in death, honour in battle” He shouted again, this time his men started stamping their feet to his words “Honour in death, honour in battle” This time he was joined by other voices, he encouraged his men to start shouting. “Honour in death, honour in battle.” Again as the cries rang out, more and more joined, The chant became faster more gruesome. The Romans, started to get scared, none understood what was being said, but the enemy had become fanatical in their chants. That was when the Gallic commander shouted again, this time in Roman, adding another part to his cry. “Honour in death, Honour in battle, the Romans fear the Gauls.” As he shouted this, his entire army roared with uncontrolled rage at their enemy. Huge men, draped in the skins of fallen enemies, destroying the enemy morale before the battle was joined.
     
    The Roman General seeing this, knew something must be done quick, his men would not last long, in the face of such barbarians, they needed to see their foe as being just as human as they were. He spoke to his men. “Pilums at the Ready.” As one six thousand Legionaries, raised their deadly spears. “Fire” The air became hot with thousands of metal spears thrown at once. The burst through the air in a vicious rain. Before falling upon the Gauls.
     
    The Gallic army simply crumpled, spears impaled men through chests, arms, legs any body part unprotected would be subject to a horrible fate. Those left standing, a decimated force, looked shocked at the violence. Their battle cry died on their lips, as their brothers died by their feet. The Gallic commander, seeing his men falter, took matters into his own hands. He shouted “Brothers with me” Before drawing his huge Iron sword, and charging the enemy alone, he drove through the space between the forces, a lone warrior, his men looked shocked as their leader, ventured out alone, into the enemy line. The Gallic commander, cut through the roman shields and armour with his sword, splitting heads and bones. Breaking into the Roman midst. Blood and gore covered him head to toe and he revelled in it, dead soldiers piled high at his feet, and as he was slowly, but surely swamped by the Romans, he smiled, grinning, as they thrust their swords, into his unprotected body, yet he kept fighting, his fanaticism had pushed him over the edge of Sanity, and now where others would have died he kept fighting, until finally the Romans took him down.
     
    The Remaining Gallic soldiers seeing this, their commander die for them, became shamed, by their lack of bravery, and their cowardice, and as one charged the already weakened ranks, slamming the full force of their bodies into the Romans line, the snarled and cursed the Roman scum, many became so enraged, they forgot about their weapons, and started gnawing at the enemy, using their teeth and nails as much as their swords and axes. They had gone berserk, a bloodlust had settled over them, coupled with no sense of safety, they ripped at the Romans. Yet this could not last, the entire Legion closed around them, and soon amongst piles of dead Romans, lay defeated Gauls, covered in wounds. After an hour of fighting. The final gaul fell. Still screaming and clawing as he entered the afterlife.
     
    Severus surveyed the seen, he had heard of going berserk, but now he had seen it, he realised just how potent it could be. Yet he had won the day. The revolt was finally crushed, and transalpine Gaul was once again Roman.
     
    Casualties Altogether
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    Gallic forces
    3000 men (entire force)
     
    Roman forces
    983 Legionaries
     
    Why this happened; The thrown Pilums killed over one thousand of the Gauls, as six thousand were thrown from quite far range. The Roman casualties occurred when the Gauls charged, they were going to die anyway so they gave no thought to safety, whilst the Romans did. The Romans still managed to destroy the Gauls, as they were more organised, better equipped etc, however they did still lose quite a lot of men in the last hour of the battle.
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    +4 LLPs
    Slave sale: 10,100 denarii

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    Quote Originally Posted by Pontifex Maximus View Post
    +4 LLPs
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    No slave sale, you didnt conquer anywhere, unless those were prisoners you mean.

    Also if it was a slave sale you shouldn't be able to roll your own dice even if you are main moderator.
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    They were prisoners.

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