Brennus had the courage of Lion. No Omen would deter Brennus the Bold from his chosen path. He would confront any danger head on--Like any Brave Warrior would.
Brennus began to build a great marvel in the capital city. He decided to build a great shrine where Brennus' High Priest would touch God and interpret dreams. In this manner, Brennus would predict the future. Brennus began to build the Oracle.
The City to the West was building Walls and the Capital was building a Holy wonder. The people were excited and the fear of the Omen began to fade away like a nightmare does at dawn.
On the day the first stones were laid there were rumors of fearsome barbarians to the south. Brennus had confidence in his generals and in his warriors. He continued with his plan to glorify God.
The barbarian warriors were untrained but they came wave after wave from the south. Every year there were more and more. The warriors in the City to the East began to dig moats and entrenchments. They began to fortify the city. The walls were incomplete and were less than half done. Brennus' Brother began to fear that the walls would not be finished soon enough. The barbarians had a strange new weapon. They could fly strong sticks with pointed edges through the air. The people grew anxious. Brennus sent his home-guard west to help in the defense of the city to the West. The capital had no defenses and work on the Oracle was halted.
Brennus began to train every boy that had but a single strand of hair on his chin. Old men were called to arms and the women began to gather clubs from the countryside.
Wave after Wave of barbarian warriors and what were soon to be called barbarian archers were beaten back time and time again. The three legions of warriors in the city to the west became experienced and grizzled warriors. The Capital city mustered together a weak force for defense of the holy land. Women were encouraged to multiply and it was prayed that they gave birth to boys.
Brennus learned the art of the arrow and soon began to train archers.
Then one night there was a second Omen. There was word that in a distant land barbarians had destroyed a city. There was a barbarian uprising in the land. If it was not for Brennus there would be fear.
Brennus sent a legion of archers to help defend the city to the west. But it was too late. The barbarians sacked the city to the west and declared their own heathen leader king. Brennus vowed revenge.
More trouble was brewing as barbarians began to appear on the borders to the north. Children sobbed in the darkness of night and women wept openly. The archers turned back to the holy land but they never made it in time. The holy City was destroyed in the middle of the night. Every male--man or boy--was beheaded and the women were all taken as slaves. A few scattered to the tundra to the south.
No one ever heard from Brennus and his fate is a mystery to this day.
All that is left of that memorable kingdom are the descendants of that great holy empire which fled to the Ice-lands to the south.
Forever nomads of the ice, the People of Brennus were are no more.
