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[USEC_OFFICER]

In case you can't tell, I've been listening to Anton Lesser read the Iliad.

Also, two observations:

Spoiler: Number 1 (click to show/hide)

Pwnzerfaust is so amazing, he's a 10 star general, with 10 influence. Also, he has 7 management, despite the fact that he hasn't spent much time actually managing anything (Probably got most of it from his early days. Shame he's at 63 though.

Spoiler: Number 2 (click to show/hide)

Greek hoplites are so badass, they can kill routers with their chests.

(Those two Hastati have learned that firsthand)

[Zrk2]

The last spoiler induced uncontrollable laughing, now my family thinks I'm crazy.

[Sheb]

If Pwnzerfaust is soon to die from old age, try to save some of his retinue by transferring them to a younger general.

[USEC_OFFICER]

If Pwnzerfaust is soon to die from old age, try to save some of his retinue by transferring them to a younger general.

And how, pray tell, is this possible?

[Sheb]

If I remember correctly (I haven't played this game for ages), you need to have both commanders in the same stack. Then click and hold on one of the followers, and put it over the other commander's icon in the lower bar.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Then Johnfalcon99977 is going to become a happy general.

[KaguroDraven]

Make sure to save that turncoat for our war on the 'roman' Barbarians.

[USEC_OFFICER]

I've been a bit busy, but I've done the turn. Just have to write it up.

Also, spoiler, someone important dies.

[Zrk2]

Shit, eh? Sometimes your generals are just retarded. I just lost one of my better generals storming Paris.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Shit, eh? Sometimes your generals are just retarded. I just lost one of my better generals storming Paris.

Not retarded just really unlucky.

[KaguroDraven]

I know one time I lost a general in a simple and unlucky move. Rebel army consisting of 1 group of Hastiti, I figured I could kill them with just the general cav. Managed to get out one Javilen toss before the charge hit, killed my general and only my general, the cav finished them off but lost the general. It's cool though, he wasn't that useful.

[Untouchable]

I know one time I lost a general in a simple and unlucky move. Rebel army consisting of 1 group of Hastiti, I figured I could kill them with just the general cav. Managed to get out one Javilen toss before the charge hit, killed my general and only my general, the cav finished them off but lost the general. It's cool though, he wasn't that useful.

Yeah, isn't it great how even sheer chance has it out for you?


I'll also chuck my name down to become a spy if you can create any decent ones. If not then just hire some Cretan Archers to have some fun as.

[Zrk2]

Now let's get back to killing stuff.

[USEC_OFFICER]

To the Walls of Rome

Spoiler: Fourth Battle of Thessalonica (click to show/hide)

Once again, the Romans have besieged Thessalonica. And once again, warlike Farseer went out to meet them.



With boldness Farseer rode up to the Romans, who quaked at his sight. The object of his wrath was this: In front of their host, the cowardly Romans had placed their machines of war, to tear down tall-towered Thessalonica's walls. Farseer smote these machines, and the men who operated them.



The Romans, seeing their countrymen slain, were ashamed, and moved forward to engage the Grecian host.



The fighting was fierce, as the Romans showed their courage. But at the sight of Farseer's massive host, they took fright once more, and turned to run.



Once more the Romans defeated, and fled from the land they wanted so dearly.

A garrison for the city of Ephesus had arrived, after many dreadful mishaps and battles upon the sea. Boski, the quickest in the race, was once more free to range across Asia Minor, striking fear into the hearts of those who live under the country of Pontus. With his mighty host, Boski once more marched forth, eager for plunder and glory. The King of Pontus was much afraid of such a large, and well-equipped host. He sent messengers throughout all his kingdom, to gather together all the levies, to stop Boski's advance with a sea of men.

Spoiler: Battle of Mysia (click to show/hide)

The first host of Pontus engaged Boski in the region of Mysia. The peoples of that region will never forget the host of Pontus that marched upon their fields that day. It is said that the earth shook at their passing, and all their camp was like an entire city, full of soldiers and hangers on. As the two armies approached, the line of battle was formed. On one side was the levies of Pontus, their line stretching as far as the eye can see. On other was was the hosts of the Greeks, a thin line of bronze and men.



Confident at their manhood and their numerical superiority, the warriors of Pontus advanced, eager to do battle. The warlike Spartans stood their ground, their shields and spears forming a formidable barrier.



The foolish men of Pontus charged into the barrier of men and bronze, and fought zeal born of numbers. But numbers cannot overcome numbers, and soon they turned to run. The men of Crete, their bows at the ready, fired, skewering the levies as they ran.



The blood of men soaked the dirt of the fields.

Boski had little time to celebrate his victory, with wine, and feasting, and women, before messengers from the town of Ephesus arrived in his camp. They told of another army of Pontus, which was baring down on their city, with numbers that made their warriors seem but ants against a rainstorm. They implored him to save their city, which he had liberated not long ago. Boski, moved by their words and their plight, gathered his chiefs, and told them of his plans. With a hearty cheer, the chiefs listened to his words, and all were set to save the town of Ephesus.

Spoiler: Battle of Phrygia (click to show/hide)

The two armies, one of Boski's proud and hearty Greeks, another of vain and numerous levies of Pontus. The two armies marched towards each other, eager to give battle. The two armies almost passed each other, hidden in a raging sand storm.



But the sharp eyed scouts of the Greeks spotted the other army, and battle was soon joined.



The brave Grecian hoplites repulsed the Pontus levies, and the bows of the Cretans sung in the hot midday sun, as the battle raged among them.



The levies of Pontus grew afraid, and many turned to flee, their faces as white as their livers.



Those who did not turn their backs in fear spotted the Grecian peltasts, moving forward from the armoured host. "Let us charge them," they said, "so that we may regain the honour so easily discarded by our former comrades." So speaking, the remaining hosts of Pontus moved to attack the peltasts, and to spill their blood upon the dusty field.



But at the sight of such a large host, the Grecian, unarmed as they were, did not flinch. Instead, they met the levies of Pontus, javlien to spear, and engaged them in valiant combat. The levies, seeing the stout resolution in the eyes of their enemies, became disheartened, and turned to flee.



Yet the men of Thrace were waiting for them, and launched upon them with much glee, spilling their blood and hacking their limbs with the curved swords that they so enjoy.



And thus another army of Pontus was scattered, thrown upon the very winds.

Meanwhile, in Italy, Pwnzerfaust, feeling the strain of his age upon him, turned to his fellow general, Johnfalcon99977. "Johnfalcon99977, blessed by Athena and untouched by the ravages of age, for many months you have watched me ply my trade, of war-making and battle-winning. In the winter of my life, I feel the weariness of age upon me, and where I once looked on with pleasure, the thought of future battles and wars fills me only with fatigue. It is now time for you to command the hosts of Greece, and to secure her defence. Her colonies of old have been liberated, but her tormentors in Rome still walk freely, planning her downfall. It shall be up to you to lift the banner of vengeance of which I have made in my youth, and although your back may bow from its weight, carry it with pride, for all future generations of Greeks will look upon your name with praises upon their lips." So saying, Pwnzerfaust handed his baton of command to Johnfalcon99977, and commanded his followers to provide council to him.

Spoiler: First Battle of Rome (click to show/hide)

Taking Pwnzerfaust's words to heart, Johnfalcon99977 marched upon the city of Rome with all haste. The city quaked with fear, and rallied all of their warriors to come to their aid. On a field, near the city itself, the two armies met.



Slowly, the Romans advanced, watching the phalanxes of Greece.



Johnfalcon99977, rash as he is, saw the Romans bring up artillery, and immediately rode past his battle line to engage.



The enemy cavalry saw his attack, and resolved to surround him, far, as he was, from his troops. They assembled their mightiest cavalry, composed of the wealthiest houses of Rome, and rode after him. But laughing, Johnfalcon99977 turned around, and rode back to his battle line, the Romans hot in pursuit. The phalanxes snapped open at his approach, to allow him through the deadly field of spears. It was mere seconds after they reformed that the Roman cavalry smashed into their line.



By then, the Roman infantry had reached throwing distance of the Greek warriors.



Johnfalcon999777 knew of the deadliness of the Roman pilum, and urged his men forward, to engage the Romans before they could do so.



The wall of spears repulsed the Romans, and threw them back in disarray. It was not long till they retired from the field of battle.

The Romans fled behind their walls, awaiting Johnfalcon99977's wrath. But their call for warriors had been heard, and an army of Romans, hardened by battles with the barbarians, marched to their aid.

Spoiler: Second Battle of Rome (click to show/hide)

At the behest of adwarf, Jonhfalcon9997 arranged his men in a defensive formation. As the Romans approached, hails of arrows were fired by adwarf's veteran archers.



But soon the soldiers of Rome attacked the phalanxes, charging the wall of spears.



With horror Johnfalcon99977 saw that the host of the Romans was larger than his, and their warriors were eating away at the edges of his army. Bravely he led his bodyguard to where the fighting was thickest, to repulse the Romans.



But Johnfalcon99977 was slain in his charge, though he killed many men with his valour.



A wail arose from his now leaderless host, as hearts grew cold with fear at his death. The enemy grew enheartened, and struck with impunity, driving adwarf and his men from the battle. The once disciplined phalanxes began to gather together against the foe, turning into a panicking mass of men and arms.



But even dispirited as they were, the Greeks still fought bravely, killing Romans left and right. The Romans grew afraid of such a tenacious foe, and turned to flee. Seeing the enemy running, a halfhearted cheer rose up, as the men remaining were glad that they still could see another day.

For the next several days, the decimated archers of adwarf, himself included, straggled into the camp. Despite the losses they had incurred, the Greek army still besieged the town of Rome, building engines of war to breach her mighty walls. They knew that it would not be long before the Romans attempted to relieve the city once more.



They did not have long to wait.

[Sheb]

Wow, nice battle out there in Rome. Poor Johnfalcon, his new followers didn't save him.