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[KaguroDraven]

Well that's what you get when you send normal greeks to do a Spartan's job.

[Taricus]

No swordsmen 

[USEC_OFFICER]

No swordsmen 

We're Greeks. We use phalanxes. Unless you want some Thracian mercenaries, we don't really have any swordsmen to use. Except the Spartans, though I don't think I have to say that.

[Taricus]

I'll take some cavalry then...

[USEC_OFFICER]

I'll take some cavalry then...

Our cavalry is a little on the weak side. But I do have a squad of cavalry you can have, the best we can have. (AKA rather mediocre.)

[Taricus]

Light?

[USEC_OFFICER]

Light?

Yep. A squad of Greek Lancers.

[Taricus]

WE'LL RUN DOWN THE COWARDS.

Seriously though, Light cavalry is good paired with missle troops.

[Untouchable]

As I said before, I'll take a squad of Cretean Archers if you can get one or some Rhodian Slingers, also if you can get them. They will fear the fact that Dangeresque kills at distance.

[USEC_OFFICER]

As I said before, I'll take a squad of Cretean Archers if you can get one or some Rhodian Slingers, also if you can get them. They will fear the fact that Dangeresque kills at distance.

Got it. Just give me one second to update the Greeked list.

EDIT:

Spoiler: Greeked List (click to show/hide)

Taricus: Greek Lancers (On a highly important mission.)

KaguroDraven: Spartans kicking ass in Pontus

Sheb: Thracian Mercenaries, also kicking Pontus ass.

Mainiac: Militia Hoplites chilling in Syracuse.

Mcclay: Hoplites chilling in Syracuse.

Adwarf: Archers in the remains of Johnfalcon99977's army.

Boksi: Faction heir and Pontus ass kicker. (You're 60 right now, if you were wondering.)

Pwnzerfaust: General Badass (Aka: King of Sparta) Chilling in Tarentum (At least, he was.)

Farseer: General in Thessalonica. Pissed at the stupid waves of Brutii armies.

Tarran: Spartans chilling in Syracuse.

Johnfalcon99977: Dead general. Died outside the walls of Rome. Took all of Boski's retinue with him.

Untouchable: Cretan archers kicking ass in Pontus.

Also, the Brutii are preventing us from finally killing the Macedonians, since they just love to spam armies at Thessalonica.

At least, for now.

[Taricus]

Ohh, What are we chasing down?

[USEC_OFFICER]

You'll have to wait and find out.

[Taricus]

Ohh Ohh, A general?

[USEC_OFFICER]

For Pwnzerfaust!

The sound of striding horses resounded throughout Tarentum. Taricus and his Greek lancers had just arrived at the city, just minutes before. He led his troop of Lancers throughout the city, obviously looking for something. In the city square he spotted what he was searching for. A tall, lean figure, with grey hair and the weariness of age upon his brow. But this man cut an impressive figure, old age doing nothing to hide his natural energy and skills. Taricus rode up to this man, so vibrant, yet reserved.



He hailed the man. "Pwnzerfaust, I presume?"

Pwnzerfaust, turning around, spotted Taricus. "Ah. So Demoleon has finally arrived. Has he?"

Taricus, in the face of such power and renown, began to stammer, "Err, yes, of course. In fact, he's asked for you to come and meet him."

Pwnzerfaust grunted. "If he hasn't noticed, the city is under attack right now."

Spoiler: Siege of Tarentum (click to show/hide)

The Roman army, instead of assaulting adwarf's haggard survivors, strove to strike at Tarentum, to kill Pwnzerfaust, the Spartan king and the general who had so soundly bested them many times before. Perhaps they believed that by attacking Tarentum, they would convince adwarf to pull back from Rome, to save his king. But alas, adwarf knew not what the Romans were doing, and instead doggedly kept the siege of Rome alive. To help defend Tarentum, Demoleon from the city of Capua was sent, with many brave hoplites. Taricus, leader of the Greek Lancers, rode with him also. The pair arrived soon after the assault began.



Demoleon, ignoring the advice of his most learned king, Pwnzerfaust, attacked the Roman host immediately, throwing his phalanxes upon the enemy soldiers. But the Roman army was too large to fight alone, and with every Greek spear, two Roman swords opposed them. It was not long before Demoleon was killed, with his decimated host sent flying back into the city.



With Demoleon dead, the Romans could surge up the walls, and open the gates from inside, allowing their army to enter the city.



But wise Pwnzerfaust did not wish to stop the Romans from entering the city. In the streets of Tarentum marched well equipped phalanxes, whose spears bristled at the Romans approach.



Hemmed in by the walls surrounding them, the Romans had no choice but to charge the wall of bronze and men.



Again, and again they leapt at this impregnable barrier, this unmovable object. The wall of spikes and spears repulsed them each time, and soon they fled in disarray.



The battle, hard fought, was over.

Spoiler: Fourth Siege of Thermon (click to show/hide)

Once more the Roman armies marched to Thermon, and once more the sound of siege engines could be heard throughout the city.



The Romans built their towers of wood and leather, and constructed their ladders, to climb upon our walls. With them, they brought ballistas, to strike down our soldiers, and to smash down our gates. When their preparations were finished, a cry for victory rose from the Romans' throats, as they charged, lust for battle. Under a hail of missiles, they carried their ladders forward, and pushed their towers to our walls. The bravest of the Romans soon began their assault upon our fair city.



But the people of Thermon had long waited the Romans, and were organized in their city's defence. The most lusty and powerful men of the city stood upon her walls, raining their javelins upon the Roman's heads. As soon as the first Romans leaped upon Thermon's ramparts, her citizens leaped upon the Romans.



Beset on both sides with the strong men of Thermon, the Romans fell like wheat before the reaper, dying to the multitude of blows that were aimed upon their brows.



Any Romans who dared to attack the city walls soon found the bloody daggers of its defenders, and was not long destined for this world. But the Romans still marched on, trying to avenge their comrades. But they were to be beset by the men they were eager to kill, and killed themselves.



With the gates of Thermon still bared, and her walls still standing, the Romans soon gave up, and turned to run.



The battle was over.

Oh, woe is the womenfolk of Pontus! For despite the crushing victories inflicted by Boski, the men of Pontus still are ripped from their homes, only to be slaughtered on the field of battle.

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

After the first battle of Phrygia, the mighty general Boski was marching south, to free the Greek cities in that area. The King of Pontus, worried at his approach, sent what remains of his army were still near Boski. The brave peltasts of Boski were scouting, when they spotted the army of Pontus spotted them. The army immediately moved to attack the peltats of Boski, and thus rout them.



But such poorly equipped as they are, the men of Pontus could do no harm to the peltasts of Boski, and instead were thrown back. But among this army of Pontus where the hillfolk of their land. Seeing their brethren repulsed, the hillfolk talked among themselves. While they had no love of their Pontus masters, they knew that if they fled back to their homes, they would be found again, and whipped, and hanged. And thus they resolved to form a line of battle, so that they might die in glorious combat with the Greeks, of much was heard about their prowess with the spear, and sword, and bow.



But while the hillfolk of Pontus were conferencing among themselves, the Greek archers had marched forward to the scene of battle. Untouchable, the leader of these archers, saw the hillfolk forming their line, and resolved to kill them, with bow and arrow, of which are his favourites. He commanded his archers to form their lines of combat, and implored them to shoot these hillfolk down, so as to earn glory for themselves. The hillfolk blanched at the showers of arrows that were fired at them. Perhaps they would have become more frightened, if they knew that Boski and Sheb were on their way to meet them. For Boski had heard the cries of his Greeks, as they engaged the men of Pontus, and knew that they were being attacked. Not wanting to leave them to their fate, he immediately rode on, to see the combat for himself. Sheb too, heard the cries of battle, and urged his men forward, so that they might earn yet glory and gold for themselves. At the sight of two such legends of the world the hillfolk turned to flee.





And thus the battle ended.

For many years, the Romans have launched themselves at the walls of Thessalonica, and for years Farseer has defended these walls with skill, and bravery. But he knew that the Romans would keep attacking, not matter how many of their kinsfolk died upon Thessalonica's fertile fields. And thus Farseer rallied his men, and marched forward, to strike the Romans at their places of armament, so as to stop any attacks premature.

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

It was in the passes of Akrites, that Farseer marched. But up these passes marched the armies of Rome, and soon the two armies had no choice but to fight each other.



Farseer assembled his line of battle, and bade the men of Corinth to ride forth, to harass the soldiers of the Romans as they strode forward. But the men of Corinth were eager to avenge their fallen Greeks, and instead they rode like a swarm of locusts, swarming upon the Roman soldiers.



When Roman soldiers strayed too far from their countrymen, the riders of Corinth would be upon them in a flash, striking from all sides at these warriors of the Romans. Those who escaped their wrath attacked the phalanxes of Farseer, with much exertions of man and animal.



But they were thrown back, and the remains of their once mighty forces were attacked by the rides of Corinth, and killed.





The battle was swiftly ended, and the passes of Akrites open once more.

This might be useful to know, if we had any idea where the Carthaginians were.

[Zrk2]

Carthage is in north western Africa, just southwest of Sicily, unless that was sarcasm. It's hard to tell through text.