Ole John Reb
Sergeant
This is not meant to be truly historical or anything like that but I wrote it and thought it was somewhat interesting. This will probably be all I am posting here though so give me your feedback and tell me if I should go on with it. Also if this is in the wrong place I will move it.
What Has Happened
In 407 A.D. the last Romans left Britannia. All except a few loyal to Lucius Julius who soon took Roman Britain for himself. He was a very skilled general and his story in Britannia is as follows. He and about six hundred legionaries and his two most trusted advisers Gustow Cudav a skilled diplomat and tactician from Britannia itself and Fectas Emir a skilled adviser in the art of cavalry warfare decided to build their own kingdom in Britannia. Lucius had served in Southern Britain for seven years and was a dashing man of twenty nine. He had short black hair was tall and fit. Fectas Emir was from the former Carthaginian lands one by Rome around six hundred years ago. A dark skinned man in his early thirties he was short for a cavalryman but stout had long brown hair down to his shoulders and a crooked half smile. Gustow Cudav was an average Briton, tall and strong, most people would think of him as just another brute but Lucius saw his potential.
Lucius’ small kingdom was loyal to him to the last for he knew every outpost, hamlet, and village in its small reach. He owned the southern half of Britannia, the border being Hadrian’s wall. He was also surrounded on all sides by enemies, to the south Franks and other Barbarians who had been raiding mainland Europe could easily set a sea invasion against him, to the east the Saxons were a fierce sea going people who had already been to Britain before, and to the north and west were the native Britons, men who wanted nothing more than to have their old lands back and the Roman forces expelled from there island forever.
Chapter One: Sorting Things Out
“Well General… I mean King”. Said Gustow with a wondering gaze. “There goes the last of the Roman armies. What do you suppose we start on first”? Lucius admitted, “I do not know. I believe perhaps we should send about four hundred men down to Hadrian’s Wall to hold it against invasion from the North while you, Fectas, and I should perhaps see if we can’t round up some recruits to join the king’s army”. He said chuckling to himself. King, that will be an odd thing to get accustomed… His thought were broken short by Fectas arriving with the cavalry. A meager force of only forty two lightly armoured horsemen.”Well sir it is glorious, I never thought I would see Romans leave an area they fought so hard to gain. If only they would do that to my homeland”. Announced Fectas as he rode up though Lucius was already back into his thoughts. We have only forty two horsemen compared to the estimated seven hundred north of Hadrian’s Wall though almost certainly more. And not even counting our “legionaries” are more like peasants equipped with old outdated armour and weapons and little training compared to, and by all accounts anywhere from ten to sixty thousand Britons directly to our North and another several hundred thousand that will be in Gaul if once the Romans abandon that province.
“Sir”. Gustow said looking at Lucius and stirring him from his thoughts. “Sir we had aught to be moving out soon and visit the hamlets before nightfall”. Several hours later it was nearing dusk and with only twenty three men to show for it they headed back to their headquarters in Londinium. It was a cold evening in mid November and there was a soft rain falling to the ground as they passed by.
This is not the end of Chapter one and I will probably finish chapter on here for you guys to see.
What Has Happened
In 407 A.D. the last Romans left Britannia. All except a few loyal to Lucius Julius who soon took Roman Britain for himself. He was a very skilled general and his story in Britannia is as follows. He and about six hundred legionaries and his two most trusted advisers Gustow Cudav a skilled diplomat and tactician from Britannia itself and Fectas Emir a skilled adviser in the art of cavalry warfare decided to build their own kingdom in Britannia. Lucius had served in Southern Britain for seven years and was a dashing man of twenty nine. He had short black hair was tall and fit. Fectas Emir was from the former Carthaginian lands one by Rome around six hundred years ago. A dark skinned man in his early thirties he was short for a cavalryman but stout had long brown hair down to his shoulders and a crooked half smile. Gustow Cudav was an average Briton, tall and strong, most people would think of him as just another brute but Lucius saw his potential.
Lucius’ small kingdom was loyal to him to the last for he knew every outpost, hamlet, and village in its small reach. He owned the southern half of Britannia, the border being Hadrian’s wall. He was also surrounded on all sides by enemies, to the south Franks and other Barbarians who had been raiding mainland Europe could easily set a sea invasion against him, to the east the Saxons were a fierce sea going people who had already been to Britain before, and to the north and west were the native Britons, men who wanted nothing more than to have their old lands back and the Roman forces expelled from there island forever.
Chapter One: Sorting Things Out
“Well General… I mean King”. Said Gustow with a wondering gaze. “There goes the last of the Roman armies. What do you suppose we start on first”? Lucius admitted, “I do not know. I believe perhaps we should send about four hundred men down to Hadrian’s Wall to hold it against invasion from the North while you, Fectas, and I should perhaps see if we can’t round up some recruits to join the king’s army”. He said chuckling to himself. King, that will be an odd thing to get accustomed… His thought were broken short by Fectas arriving with the cavalry. A meager force of only forty two lightly armoured horsemen.”Well sir it is glorious, I never thought I would see Romans leave an area they fought so hard to gain. If only they would do that to my homeland”. Announced Fectas as he rode up though Lucius was already back into his thoughts. We have only forty two horsemen compared to the estimated seven hundred north of Hadrian’s Wall though almost certainly more. And not even counting our “legionaries” are more like peasants equipped with old outdated armour and weapons and little training compared to, and by all accounts anywhere from ten to sixty thousand Britons directly to our North and another several hundred thousand that will be in Gaul if once the Romans abandon that province.
“Sir”. Gustow said looking at Lucius and stirring him from his thoughts. “Sir we had aught to be moving out soon and visit the hamlets before nightfall”. Several hours later it was nearing dusk and with only twenty three men to show for it they headed back to their headquarters in Londinium. It was a cold evening in mid November and there was a soft rain falling to the ground as they passed by.
This is not the end of Chapter one and I will probably finish chapter on here for you guys to see.
