“Our lands are threatened, our territories defiled by barbarians. They flood through our land, land owned by me and you and the people of Rome! This stops now! There must be war!”
As his voice resounded through the chamber, Gaius’ face was a mask of concern, his once stolid features now showing a great anxiety. He was old, a grizzled veteran of battles past, and yet his love for his country never dimmed. Through the harshest of times, the legions under his command had defended the might of Rome and then expanded across the world. Now, once again, the mighty city found her borders threatened and new blood was required to lead the charge.
The chamber was finally still after the torrent of debate, the pressure highlighted in every face. The message from the borders had been simple: the enemy comes. Even now, the streams of uncultured warriors were racing across the lightly defended borders, encroaching yet further into Rome’s sovereign territory.
Despite his age, he rose again, his experience giving him the strength to dominate the room. “We have waited too long” his voice resonating deep through the room “...far too long. We must raise our forces and defeat this pest once and for all!”
Gaius’ voice lowered somewhat, “There is no time for yet more lengthy debate, gentlemen. Another day will change nothing except to bring the enemy closer. There is no option but to fight. And fight we shall!”
The chamber rose to their feet, in agreement of what must be done. Amidst the clamour, he spoke calmly once more, “this new foe, a tribe that refer to themselves as the Arverni have fought hard against our local forces and they are not to be underestimated. I would task [insert general here] with bringing me the head of their leader and quashing this new tribe of fetid barbarians.” A general consensus echoed throughout the room.
The legions of Rome would march at first light.
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