The bards tell an old story of Salmon who managed to finagle his way into the well of Segais. And around this well grew nine of the sacred hazel trees, and from each tree grew sacred nuts which from time to time would fall into the well. Salmon ate these crimson colored fruit and so gained all the knowledge in the world, which he used to escape the well. Perhaps we will be able to escape our own well, the Northern lands we've been forced to scratch a living from.
Rome has gone from our land, King Abellios triumphantly beating them back. The reality is that, the reign of Abellios the Unmarried was unsuccessful. His reign was blighted by his courting of the Caledonian princess, who turned out to be nothing more than a young boy disguised by their court! While he was wasting his time trying to see up those skirts - ah, if only he had, much time would have been saved - the Caledonians were able to take up a strong position on the Cymruian coast, as well as raided in the south enough to still up a pretender to the Romans in Corinium. Their heavy cavalry is legendary. Of course, while this was going on, Franks swarmed over the Saxon Coast, their very king in command.
We have taken the lion’s share of the island, however, the Romans left little in the way of infrastructure, what could not be carried was broken as our armies closed it. So we have been endeavoring to build while keeping en eye out on our borders.
And of course the Caledonians. Officially our allies, they have done all in their power to undermine us in the shadows. A habit they picked up during their long wars with Rome. But their foolish tinkering has proved their undoing. The Romanish Ones burned their fortress on the Cymruian coast to the ground, and have marched on their capital and now rule them in all but name. Their armies have all left the service of the Caledonian king and serve other masters or have turned to banditry.
But this serves us well. We have slowly built our power and armies, and now have thrown the Romanish Ones out of the Cymruian coast, and threaten their capital in the south. Their king is now trapped in his own trap and has abandoned they Caledonian capital. It only remains for us to find a reason to intervene. The LIBERATION of the Caledonians seems a good enough reason. But the time is not yet full. To lay siege to their capital leaves the way open to our heartland for the Franks, and we haven’t had any word about conditions in Eildon.
The Spy.
Word has come to us. As much from refugees as from the spy. Eildon smolders. Not worth the silver, the stream of refugees told us that, but a useful man willing to share information is always useful. King Divico is not in residence, it is not known if he lives or has passed to Magh Meall. Either way his capital is open and defenseless, with a population left unguarded, and the Romanish Ones are still in the vicinity with winter coming on. They cannot be given such refuge so close to us.
Our man was given a incorrect information, and sent away. A greedy, if intelligent man, he told the King of the Romish Ones, Asellio what had been relayed to him. The lie is all the better if the teller believes it. Mislead by incorrect information, he stayed away from Eildon, thinking that we were ready and prepared for a winter campaign. And his armies will freeze through the winter, living off of the bark of trees, boiled leather, and themselves…
A farmer came with news. Many came, those that still lived. All brought news of farmsteads burned out and livestock driven away, women abused, blood left spattered in the snow, drying into a dark crust. But only one brought the tale of what was going on in the camp. He had thought to sit, and saw a mount of snow he took to be a rock. It had been a mound of hooves. One of many. When the thaw comes, their vaunted cavalry would not be a threat. Our man had learned his lesson, he is steadfastly serving only one master.
As the thaws came Ollam Ri moved his forces out. He had not yet received official orders; but tales are told of Ri, tales that give the common folk as well as nobles pause to contradict him. Ollie Ri is not like other men. There had been enough indirect communication for this behavior to be swept beneath the rug, for now. And the king was impatient to sweep the Caledonians away. Ollam Ri is not a patient man, not an entirely sane one. He is called the Flying Salmon for his rants about a Salmon of Wisdom. Never to his face. He has sent many to walk amongst the mist. Some quicker than others. Ri is not like other men.
The Prelude
With the thaw also came news, masses of small folk clog the roads of Cymru. A disgraced Roman general who had remained behind when his people were cast out, joined the cause of the Romanish Ones, and was marching to relieve his master. Vertoris had been given a simple order : protect Segontium and the roads to Eboracum. There were no walls at Segontium, in any battle the city would have suffered. So Vertoris marched a small ways off, and began to prepare an ambush. This move of course we could not take full advantage of, even though it had left the Romanish Ones’ capital with a minimal garrison. The Saxon Shore was crawling with Franks. An entire new warband had joined the Frankish king, and their intent can only be hostile. Surely our own movements have not gone unnoticed. A small force had been seen flitting about Londinium, no signifying marks, but a mounted band of men speaking a strange tongue could only be an enemy. And the Romanish Ones don’t have the men to spare for such work.
The Best Laid Plans…
The Franks have violated our borders. Our man in Londinium shut the gates of Londinium and prepared for siege. They marched past us, under our walls and on to Corinium where they put the garrison of the Romanish Ones to the sword.
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The relief army the Romanish Ones had sent North to relieve their king marched right past the prepared ambush and threaten our capital. Hopefully our force can catch them. Segontium was never the target.
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Vertoris divided his men in two parts, attempting to make up for his lack of a strong cavalry arm. The discipline of the enemies units caught Vertoris off guard, the casualties were higher than they should have been. But he was still victorious. Secundus Crassipes would never see Rome again. Nor would he rebuild her.
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In the North the Romanish king avoided our forces by moving further North, but then was caught between our garrison moving out of our northern lands and the pursuing army of the Flying Salmon.
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They used their siege equipment against our men as if they were walls. But men move.
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The entire army was wiped out beneath our axes. Their men fought well, but it was a doomed effort, and they knew it. They had nothing to fight for. Not even life. Stories spread that Ollam Ri used the captured siege weapons to "free" the cowards who surrendered.
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Victory was short lived however, as the Franks declared war on us even as news of the conflict reached them. Perhaps we would be bloodied and need time to rebuild our forces. The news of the totality of the victory had yet to spread so far south.
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Segontium was sacked by one of their warbands that had not been accounted for. Cursed Franks and the gold they bought the Caledonians with!
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There will be a reckoning for this. The Caledonians continue their treachery by refusing to honor the military treaties between us.
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They will be dealt with if we are ever able to drive out the Franks from the Saxon shore.
Frankly
It would have been ill advised to wait till spring to make a move. We needed something to reverse the series of events that marred out victory over the Romanish Ones. Our own king, Andecombogios of the Long Name marched and raided Camulodunum himself. The garrison as well two Frankish navies were destroyed in this brilliant tactical move.
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Some say that this was a small victory and that we chroniclers only wrote of it to please keep the purse string of our benefactors open, but they are child oglers themselves and not worth replying to! These are the same who say that the King in his old age sits up with Ri and discusses the wisdom of salmon for hours. "The Salmon swims higher than the birds in the sky, for the sea is deeper than the sky is wide!"