Strategikon:
A story of the Greek Cities’ struggle for re-birth
Forward:
Salve cives! It’s been quite a while since I’ve been able to visit the forums on a regular basis, and months since my last AAR. So, I decided to get back in the action with a new one about my Greek campaign. I will be writing this story in the first person as a Greek officer, and I haven’t yet decided whether or not to have him die of old age or to continue telling the story. The first pictures are a bit sloppy and it may be a while in between updates, but hopefully you will enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
-- Legio Italica
Book One: A Struggle for Survival
Chapter 1: Pyrrhus in Italy
Greetings. My name is Philip of Crete. The story I am about to tell is something of a memoirs I suppose. As captain of the Cretan hoplites I marched with the great Pyrrhus of Epirus all the way from my home to Italy and beyond. It has long been my interest to write down my story and those of my comrades for the ages and now I feel the time is now right. So now let the Muses be my guide as I faithfully record the past in order that it may not be forgotten by posterity.
In 270 BC the many Greek city-states had finally brought to heel the violence and corruption that had for centuries kept Greece in turmoil and allowed her to be grossly exploited by her neighbors. At last reason had prevailed and not only was peace established, but a new league had been founded under the mighty city of Sparta. Even then the city of Athens had bitter reservations about submitting to the rule of her arch-rival, but the growing hostility of Macedon to the north quieted her protests.
So it was that although Greece had finally united, old rivalries still threatened to boil to the surface. It was necessity that had brought us together, and this new League had a shaky hold at best over its constituents. A Supreme Council was formed by the bringing together of local councilmen from all of Greece, and though Sparta was head of the League the council refused to permanently reside there because of her barbaric reputation, choosing instead to meet there on a regular basis.
Soon after these matters were settled the state of foreign relations demanded the formation of a regular army and militia. Conscription quotas were passed to all Greek cities as well as minimum requirements for garrisons, weaponry and economic contributions to the League. It was then that I and 2,000 hoplites embarked from Crete to mainland Greece.
Upon arrival we were retrained in Sparta and awaited further orders. In southern Italy the cities of Croton and Tarentum urgently requested aid against the Italian cities and the Romans, who had been menacing trade and frontier villages there. King Pyrrhus of Epirus was given command of a new army that was to travel Italy and address the situation, my unit being among the conscripts.
When we landed in southern Italy we had little idea as to what our presence there would lead. We were tasked with the defense of Tarentum, Croton and the surrounding villages but plans quickly changed as the Romans and Macedonians became more and more aggressive.
A seasoned commander of legendary proportions and a veteran of numerous campaigns, Pyrrhus knew that to sit idly by and wait for the situation to worsen was nonsense. He ordered the hoplites from Croton and Tarentum to return to the defense of their homes and gave the rest of the army orders to prepare to move out the next day at dawn. And so we marched north into central Italy.
With mighty Indian elephants and professional troops from Rhodes and Crete we easily crushed the defiant cities of Paestum, Rhegium and Corfinium. Their leaders were executed and the populace brought to heel. Governors and magistrates were brought in from Greece to govern them, and levies were conscripted for their defense. Deeply impressed by our success, the Supreme Council awarded Pyrrhus autonomous command in Italy. They could have had little idea what he would do with such power.
Chapter 2: War with Rome and the Battle at Capua
Battle-hardened and impetuous, we were eager for another fight. We didn’t have to wait long, for word came via a Roman messenger that we were to return immediately to southern Italy at once or face the wrath of Rome. Incensed by such arrogance, Pyrrhus had the man buried alive in a heap of animal dung, saying, “It is you who shall return from whence you came, you worthless dog!” Thus in such dramatic fashion the League, or at least Pyrrhus, had declared war on Rome.
The Council was furious and there was even talk of expelling Pyrrhus and the state of Epirus from the League, but thankfully cooler heads prevailed, as such an action would have torn the fragile League to bits almost before it had been formed. Yet severe divisions remained in the Council and were it not for Pyrrhus being virtually independent of the Council’s direction our course of action would have been impeded in such a way that we may never have reached the heights of glory and conquest that fate had decreed for us.
Meanwhile Pyrrhus whom by now we had all affectionately taken to calling “Strategos,” was busy making plans of grandiose, and in the eyes of many downright mad, plans for the ultimate demise of Rome. A powerful city and republic, her legions were rumored to be some of the most unflinching and well-trained soldiers in the world. But this did not seem to deter our Strategos in the slightest. In a bold move, we marched on Rome’s second city, Capua. This long-time ally of Rome had been recently assimilated by the Republic, even as the rest of the socii rebelled. Indeed many of the cities and towns we had just conquered had once paid fealty to Rome. Divided and weakened by rebellion and internal strife, Pyrrhus judged correctly that now was the best time to strike Rome in the heart before she could raise her mighty legions against us.
We encircled Capua but did not make preparations for a full siege as word soon came that a Roman army of considerable size and strength was on its way. Apparently our arrival had been anticipated. We withdrew to a better position and made camp, still within sight of the city walls. Then we watched as the city garrison sallied and joined the Roman field army. And so we realized that we would now be facing a Roman army nearly twice our size. Yet we were no less confident of victory than before, and awaited their arrival anxiously.
After some skirmishing, the Italian auxilliaries charged my unit against orders, and the legions were forced to follow suit. This flustered engagement tipped the balance in our favor from the start, though we were still at a significant numerical disadvantage. The battle then began in earnest.
Because the Romans threw all their forces at us early, we were able to immediately work around their flanks, and the coup de grace was soon to come.
It was then that we demonstrated to the Romans the awesome might of our elephants.
Even as we watched in awful glee as the proud Romans were tossed dozens of feet into the air, some even being caught and skewered on the long pikes of the Epirot spearmen, I couldnt help but pity the poor bastards, and wonder if I could keep my nerve in the path of these horrific beasts
Soon the mighty Roman legions could not keep their resolve in the face of twenty-four thundering monsters goring and trampling their comrades by the hundreds. The Roman general was slain, and what was left of his army fled in terror.
We drove the Roman army before us like chaff in the wind, slaughtering almost as many in the persuit as we had in battle. Our victory was complete and total. We marched into Capua unopposed, taking another city in the name of a united Greece.
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