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Jangel13 said
Okay I'll remain with my legion for now so how about as a starter I just at that I was in a barracks with my men waiting on orders?


If you have itchy fingers, I see no problem with a bit of intermission fluff. Knock yourself out :)
Jangel13 said
So how can I jump in?


I believe I offered you a chance to join in the senate debate, but that's over for now.

Either So Boerd, or myself, depending on his/her willingness, will dish out orders to all Legates.

Once you have an order, you go and carry it out. If you're unsure of what to do, re-read the OOC post, and glance over the "story so far" to get a jist of it.

For the time being, as your legate was absent at the assembly, you will remain with one legion.

Any questions or problems, let me know.
There we go. Now everyone has more men.

Things are about to get really violent.

Boerd, if you need help issuing the orders, then let me know. Alternatively, if you do not feel comfortable giving them, then I can haul Scipio back to Rome.
A Rude Conclusion


The Peoples' Assembly, though in full swing and full of vigour, is abruptly halted by the arrival of a Roman cavalry troop. Battered and bloodied, they ride up to the Senate's guards, and after the group's leader exchanges a few quick works, he is allowed through on foot.

Keen eyes notice the Legio I engraved into the side of the man's dented helm.

Finding himself in the centre of the assembly, the soldier removes his helmet, and holds it down by his side. He is a man of middle years, with an ugly face and few teeth.

"Senators," he shouts. "I bring news from the front."

Two hundred of Rome's greatest men descend into heated discussion and anxiety, as the soldier seemingly taunts them with an inappropriately long pause.

"Consul Publius Cornelius Scipio's Consular Army has been defeated. Five thousand Romans are dead, or worse. A similar number of our Italian allies litter the field." he proclaims; his face hard as iron, unmoving. "Hannibal moves south, to Rome. Though the Consul is contesting every road and bridge between here and there, he has neither the men or material to seriously oppose the Carthaginian dogs. He has sent me here, with all haste, so that you all may know the situation."

Old and powerful men weep in despair.

Assembly Summary


Military Reforms

The Senate has voted in a majority to lower the current recruitment boundaries, based on land ownership value, from 11,000 ases to 4,000 ases. It has been decided to keep this lowered boundary temporary, and will be lifted as soon as the immediate threat to Rome is destroyed.

With these changes, tens of thousands of Romans have become eligible to fill the empty ranks of the recently deceased.

All legions previously broken in the The Massacre at Eporedia are restored to full strength as a result.

Italian Unity

The Senate has sided with the majority, with Gnaeus Fabius Pictor being one of few to oppose the idea of unifying Italy into a single nation.

Many of the Socii states have welcomed this news, knowing all too well that they stand to benefit; however, there are a few among them who are outraged, and already there is rumour of rebellion.

With the creation of a Roman Italian State, from Valathri to Cosentia, the manpower reserves available to Rome's legions has almost tripled. However, now that all men are citizens, the existing Alae have been disbanded.

In light of this, and the situation, the Senate has issued each attending Legate with the rights to raise an additional legion.

Existing legions would do well to use this time of military consolidation to refit themselves, and the Legates may adjust the shape and nature of their force composition.

Consul Elected

The Senate have, with a vague majority, elected with all speed Marcus Cornelius Cossus Argentus to the position of Consul.

With Scipio fighting a losing retreat across northern Italy, it falls to the new Consul to issue his immediate orders to the Legates - or call for another Assembly, if he feels the issue of dictator has not been resolved.

Legio III and Legio IV are at his disposal, making him the head of a 4-legion strong Consular Army in its own right.

Other

Quintus “Sulpicius” Cursor has gained senatorial scorn, for his blatant attack on the system and the honourable men that operate it. Were it not for his exploits and heroism during the The Massacre at Eporedia, there would have been talk of repercussions. Instead, he has been barred from attending the next Peoples' Assembly, so that he may perhaps reflect upon his distasteful actions.

However, his bold honesty and love shown for his men has sparked an admiration from the mob. Rumours sweep this way and that, that this Bastard of Rome is the real man that the city needs in its darkest hour.

As a result, thousands have flocked to his barracks with hopes of serving him. Quintus “Sulpicius” Cursor's legion strength is boosted by 1,000 soldiers.

Meanwhile, Gnaeus Fabius Pictor has earned the warmth of some of the senate's more conservative members. They stand behind him, though will not openly admit it, of course. There is much to be said for having friends in the Senate.

He has been given the title of "Imperator", and has been allotted a third legion.
So Boerd said
Might as well proceed with the Senate's decision.


Yup, that's the plan. I'll be home from work soon, and once I've had my dinner I'll dive into it and get things moving.
Dedonus said
No...I'm going to pretend that you didn't say that.


My bad, I was just joking and didn't mean to cause offence. I'll remember to be a little more sensible in future.
Dedonus said
Germanica is a nominative singular feminine adjective.


I bet you said that with a huge throbbing erection, didn't you?

Come on, fess up.
"Heave!"

Haralt saw the watchmen and watchwomen in front press into their locked shields. Their comrades in the second and third ranks pushed into their backs, and the resulting force shoved the Porchlings back a few feet. A gap emerged, and suddenly it was dense with thrust spears. Haralt reckoned that in a split second, a dozen of the enemy had fallen.

But others soon replaced them, and he felt, more than saw, the crush of steel-plated bodies throw themselves into the line. A man in front, taller than he, shuddered backwards and fell into him. Haralt was strong, but he was not a wall, and soon the pair found themselves on the floor in a clatter of weapons.

"Call yerself a fighter," spat the watchmen as he quickly scrambled to his feet. He gave Haralt a quick scorn, and then quickly moved back into the fight.

"No," Haralt called after him. "Just a blacksmith, here to meet his end."

"You're in the right place," shouted someone; their voice sounded noble, and well founded.

Haralt caught the glimpse of a plumbed helm, turned slightly so that the edge of the visor caught him. A blue eye shone through it briefly, boring into him. Then the helm had turned to those who wished to smash it apart.

"Seems that way," Haralt sighed, and then he threw his weight against the first back he came to.

"Heave!"
Haralt Ganir had a rendezvous with death.

The gateway, the agreed location.

Lifting hammer in one hand, and shield in the other, Haralt spared a brief thought for Merry. She had died young, giving birth to a suffocated son. The world had been cruel that day. So bitterly cruel.

"Too late for that now," he muttered to himself.

The line at the gate buckled, and a watchman fell backwards from the rear with an axe in his face.

"Too late for that now," he reaffirmed.

Finding courage from a source not previously open to him; perhaps from dread realisation that he was about to die, or perhaps from the pure instinct to survive, he marched forwards. Taking care to step over the gurgling form of the fallen watchman, he took the man's place in the line.

Almost immediately, a rusted pole-axe thrust its way past his face. Haralt was no warrior, but he knew somehow to grab that weapon, and by locking it in a groove located on the edge of his shield, grab it he did. The owner pulled hard, but the blacksmith dug his heels and pulled harder; a warrior's might pitted against the time-tested muscle of a worker.

The worker won.

Haralt saw his enemy. All snarls and anger. The Porchling was hauled forwards, and into three spears its life ended. He knocked the pole-axe out of the shield's groove with a tap of his hammer.
So Boerd said
Sphingis, not Sphinx. It appears to be customary for legion names when using nouns to use the genitive case. Germanica, not Germania.


We'll let it slide. For the sake of the common man, and the greater good of science.

We can't expect everyone to be clued up.

The real test comes with the writing, and not necessarily the quality either.
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