MOS MAIORUM, IMPERIUM ROMANUM.
This is an AAR im doing, im a BETA tester at Roma Surrectum so this is the newest patch with all the goodies that you will get to play yourself very shortly.
Campaign on Hard/Medium, Roma Surrectum has an excellent stats editor in Angel, and the battles are really quite a challenge.
I will play with fog of war off so I can see how the world is developing, but im taking a different approach to this AAR, it will be Roman, but im pretending that it is already a monarchy and in empire stage, even though it is still republican armies etc, I do this as it is easier to reflect the faction leaders/heirs that way and makes for a cool storyline.
CHAPTER 1
Where shall I start? I feel this day it is necessary to tell our story. As it is, I am at a pivotal moment in my life, I stand here looking at the walls of my destiny. My grandfather’s last words to me were; “At the fall of the Puni, you will lay claim to the family, it is your right”. Long gone now, I can reflect on those words, I was a simple youth with dreams of Gods and glory, now I live my life on principles of the Roman Virtus, I will tell the story of how I got to this point, and how my family came to control the most powerful state in the Mare Nostrum Internum.
453 years after the founding of the Eternal city, she faced an unprecedented crisis. Gallic barbarians crossed the Alps in the spring and by summer had pillaged their way over the Rubicon and into Italy Proper. Already the senate had sent a force under Marcus Tullius Merenius, it was utterly destroyed. Destroyed to a man, never had the Republic had such a loss, yet still the barbarians came. My grandfather, Tiberius Maxentius, was a close friend to Tullius and was outraged at the Senate’s hesitation and dithering in sending a larger, crushing force to deal with the barbarians. All the time they were raping and pillaging Roman lands, with nothing being done.
Tiberius knew his position, he was a brilliant politician and commanded a large faction of the senate, yet he also held enormous sway with the Plebs, despite his young age. I believe he was 32 years of age when he won a vote of the senate decreeing him Dictator Imperium. He set out with all haste and force-marched non-stop for miles. Men were lost, horses lamed and human perseverance put to the test, yet he was walking at the head of the column himself, a testament to his determination. The men seen him as a god, he was in his prime, flowing hair, resplendent armour, like an Olympian statue.
After days of marching the scouts rode in to camp;
“Sir, sighting of enemy army”
“Size and distance?” Tiberius said in his usual shortness.
“Twice our number and then some, imposing cavalry force, little missile or light armoured troops, mainly spear infantry. Not half a days march west”
“That close! Why did it take so long to find them!”
“Sir, they found us, we came in behind their camp and could see their trail heading east”
“Good, let the men rest, give them a fine meal, assemble the artillery, and double the scouts. Tomorrow we fight for the Republic”.