Victory in Beroa
Alcimachus grinned as the King was thrown before him, he'd cut many men down in battle today.. both he and this savage, in another life they might have been friends. The young Thessilian was happy for the first time in ages, the taste of blood on his lips was sweet and fresh, peace didn't suit him.. nor did waiting for a battle. Put him in chains, we shall march south and have Lysimachus decide his fate. He turned to look over the battlefield, thousands of enemy dead.. hundreds of Greeks and allied Thracians, though thankfully more wounded on their side than dead. The screams of the dead and dying echoed in the background, mouns of those passing into Hades, and the sound of Thracian head hunters sending them to the afterlife and brutalizing the bodies. Achillios ventured to link with his young cousin, the old man's helmet dented by a Thracian javelin. His thoughts were sad, as he took stock of the carnage. They brought this on themselves.. He mused inwardly. This blood is on their hands.
Effect:
Ordysian Kingdom is Subjugated (3 Poor Provinces)
Seuthes is taken Captive
The Army is Free to Return to Fighting Antigonus