This is a SPQR after battle report. It was played on hard difficulty. I'm trying to make the battle out by using different people, for example the general. I haven't tried out this type of writing, so feedback on how I did would be appreciated. I couldn't get any screenshots for this first part, but I'm planning on some in the next part.
Prologue
After a swift conquest of Northern Italy, the Roman armies were as confident as ever. Continuous victories led Legio I to fame,while the Legio II, under Gnaeus Cornelius Scipio Asina, prepared for an invasion of the last Etruscan hold -Corsica- with the Classis I. The second legion had heard of the rival legion's success, and the hastati were restless, wanting to make their names as famous as the first's. Opiter Serranus was one of these hastati, and after his father died in a skirmish against the Etruscan League, he was as desperate to spill their blood then anyone else. Opiter was brought into the legions unwillingly by his father, and so had committed many offenses to try and leave the legion, but after his fathers death, he desperately wanted revenge. He climbed the ranks slowly, but was demoted after killing a fellow roman in a duel after being accused of cheating in a gambling game. He just came off guard duty in the legion's camp and was knackered after a huge argument about letting this man inside the camp, which he had lost, and was going to warn the legate about, but wasn't granted access.
Legate Gnaeus Asina watched as his officers argued across the table about the various risks any dangers of the invasion, about the small size of the navy and the unknown strength of the enemy. He was tired after a day of personal training, and couldn't think straight, but he couldn't let this show, not this close to the attack. His army was as well trained, and as good as the first, just a lack of cavalry. They had already come to an agreement that cavalry would be useless, and so they had been sent to the new Legio III so that they can be supported. in training. He hadn't time to argue, he realized as he forced himself to stay awake. Asina had to finish a speech to inform the men about the time of departure within three days, and it had taken him half a day to do a quarter of it, non stop. He stood up and the officer's voices faded away.
"Dismissed," he said, watching the officers walk away, still discussing the arguments. Gnaeus shouted for something to write with and on, before sitting again and leaning back on his chair.
Terius Serranus looked at his fellow triarii, the Legate's Bodyguard. After assisting the trainers with buffing up the hastati, they were all stretching, yawning, and relaxing. After being the first informed of the departure, which was to take place in half a month, Serranus was arguing with his friends about what would be the correct strategy. Interrupting one of his colleagues, he argued about landing in Corsica and raiding the lands until they sallied forth to them, but this was argued against by quite a few of the other triarii, who argued that the roman legions were best on the offense. Before Terius could counter, the sound of someone entering made him glance at the tent's entrance, and a figure in a cloak looked at them in shock.
One of the younger triarii stood up, "Who are you?"
The figure turned quickly, fleeing back into the night. Curious, concerned and confused, Terius and three others persuied, matching the cloaked persons speed as they hadn't got there armour on.
"Hault!" exclaimed Terius as the figure continued running.
Taking a wrong turn into a dead-end, the cloaked person turned, unsheathed a gladius, and lurched forward, before the veteran Romans could react. However, the triarii drew there own gladii and the one being attacked parried it quickly, countering but missing the attacker. With speed, the person attacked the now unsteady triarii, sending a deep cut from his wrist to his shoulder. Terius attacked the enemy skillfully, hitting his gladius aside after a mixture of feints and extremely fast lunges. With his chest wide open Terius held his gladius at the infiltrator's neck.
"In the name of the Republic, surrender!" Terius shouted, purposely sending specks of spit on to the enemy. The cloak of the infiltrator fell off, revealing a mans face, full of fear. The man dropped his gladius, raising his hands as the accompanying triarii quickly arrested the man. By now, hastati and Gnaeus himself had arrived at the scene.
Asina walked forward, still tired and now confused, with his personal boy guards and hastati quickly helped the wounded man to a medic bay. One of the triarii briefly covered the events, and the captured man was taken away into a prison.
"Get a torturer in, I want to know everything about this man," Gnaeus turned to Serranus, "Good work, I'm proud of you," and then to the crowd that had gathered, "Men, return to your tents! I want the people who were guarding the gates to me and I want the logs of everyone who has been let in to me, on the double!" The crowd left quickly and Gnaeus beckoned for Serranus and the fellow triarii with him to explain the full story as they walked away...