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Rex Omnium Imperarium
As Bilbo's mind works in odd ways - perhaps he recognises that he can't face the Romans - the minds of the lions that decided to attack the Antonii work in even odder ways, what with the lions being pummelled to death.

The Antonii receive orders from Antium to head north-west into the jungles outside of Roma.

These orders come from Marcus Antonius himself, who met Cicero, the aide of the sibyl of Cumae, just as he was about to march back home. Cicero warned Marcus Antonius of grave dangers that would soon rise, and was convincing enough for Marcus Antonius to send his army eastwards into the wilderness.

Meanwhile, Rome's great men had arrived in Michel Delving to properly Romanise the city and the populace. They also caught wind of Cicero's warnings, and learned that Cumae was busying itself researching all it could of this unknown threat.
Marcus Antonius had also sent word to Antium to let the city garrison scout the lands to the west, and even to erect large monuments to honour the gods, so that they might protect all of Rome from the rising danger.

The Leonum, at this time, sighted a strange and small boat in the distance. At first, they mistook it for a boat from Vice City, but the pink is deeper, darker, and the shade of brown isn't at all similar to the light blue of Vice City's flag.

They didn't yet know about the foretold rise of the bar-bar, and so, approached the crew of labourers of this tiny boat.

These men turned out to be emissaries from the distant lands of Khand, steppe nomads who had settled down and lived now in relative peace amongst the horses and fortresses dotting their lands, ready to rise up in arms at but a moment's notice.




The city garrison of Antium, nursed and nurtured under the wings of Marcus Antnius, charged any pack of beasts or other threats they could find.

In this they were victorious, but they did lose more men than necessary.

The governor of Antium, meanwhile, apprehended the Hobbit labourers who were on their way to Rome, and told them to work on his monument to the gods. Everything to stave off imminent disaster.

The army of Marcus Antonius moved into position, clearing out the remaining wildlife on their way.


Whereas Michel Delving's lands were quickly improved to provide enough food and production to keep the armies in the field and raise new ones as needed.


Perhaps Gondor and the Enclave were also preparing themselves, with their new cities of, respectively, Minas Ithil and Navarro. It was rumoured that Gondor, while not having a sibyl, had a palantír, a device that showed visages of past, present, and future. Or perhaps they were both wholly oblivious.
The governor of Antium had, as time passed by and as Marcus Antonius stayed in the field with his armies, grown more and more ambitious, no longer content with serving as the sockpuppet of Antonius. An understandable sentiment, to be sure, but an ill-advised notion, considering that, for many citizens of Antium, their loyalty went to Marcus Antonius first and foremost.

But the Antonii Clubmen II and III were out in the field, guarding the outlying lands that would, one day, be incorporated into the Imperium Romanum. As such, it fell to the citizens to organise themselves, imitating these bands of clubmen that Antonius had raised, to forestall a power struggle that would see the city descend into anarchy.

Roma herself, meanwhile, took her rightful place as the mightiest city of the whole wide world, by constructing the Great Bath. Romans would forevermore be known for their expertise concerning matters of aquatics, hydraulics, sanitation, and more.



Now, it was time for Roma to train her own military force; they couldn't be reliant on Marcus Antonius forever, certainly not considering that the governor of Michel Delving was drawn from the armies of Antonius.

As this happened, the Leonum were on their way back to Roman lands, with the occasional pride of lions on their way.

These were no trouble at all, of course.

Nor would they be trouble in the future. Hopefully.

But the future is a story for the future, and not for the present.
So, peoples, is this a 'nice' story? Too many pictures of too many insignificant details? Personally, I found that I preferred the Civilization III stories that were in this format; a lot of pictures with a small bit of text in a light story-telling manner, treating the game as if it was real. But of course, I am but one person - what would you suggest, if anyone is reading? And yes, I know that I would almost never reply to such a question, as my sentiment would probably be 'it's fine, carry on' and I would view that as a relatively useless message. Of course, now that I am writing, instead of reading, it isn't a useless message anymore.

The Antonii receive orders from Antium to head north-west into the jungles outside of Roma.

These orders come from Marcus Antonius himself, who met Cicero, the aide of the sibyl of Cumae, just as he was about to march back home. Cicero warned Marcus Antonius of grave dangers that would soon rise, and was convincing enough for Marcus Antonius to send his army eastwards into the wilderness.

Meanwhile, Rome's great men had arrived in Michel Delving to properly Romanise the city and the populace. They also caught wind of Cicero's warnings, and learned that Cumae was busying itself researching all it could of this unknown threat.
Marcus Antonius had also sent word to Antium to let the city garrison scout the lands to the west, and even to erect large monuments to honour the gods, so that they might protect all of Rome from the rising danger.

The Leonum, at this time, sighted a strange and small boat in the distance. At first, they mistook it for a boat from Vice City, but the pink is deeper, darker, and the shade of brown isn't at all similar to the light blue of Vice City's flag.

They didn't yet know about the foretold rise of the bar-bar, and so, approached the crew of labourers of this tiny boat.

These men turned out to be emissaries from the distant lands of Khand, steppe nomads who had settled down and lived now in relative peace amongst the horses and fortresses dotting their lands, ready to rise up in arms at but a moment's notice.




The city garrison of Antium, nursed and nurtured under the wings of Marcus Antnius, charged any pack of beasts or other threats they could find.

In this they were victorious, but they did lose more men than necessary.

The governor of Antium, meanwhile, apprehended the Hobbit labourers who were on their way to Rome, and told them to work on his monument to the gods. Everything to stave off imminent disaster.

The army of Marcus Antonius moved into position, clearing out the remaining wildlife on their way.


Whereas Michel Delving's lands were quickly improved to provide enough food and production to keep the armies in the field and raise new ones as needed.


Perhaps Gondor and the Enclave were also preparing themselves, with their new cities of, respectively, Minas Ithil and Navarro. It was rumoured that Gondor, while not having a sibyl, had a palantír, a device that showed visages of past, present, and future. Or perhaps they were both wholly oblivious.
The governor of Antium had, as time passed by and as Marcus Antonius stayed in the field with his armies, grown more and more ambitious, no longer content with serving as the sockpuppet of Antonius. An understandable sentiment, to be sure, but an ill-advised notion, considering that, for many citizens of Antium, their loyalty went to Marcus Antonius first and foremost.

But the Antonii Clubmen II and III were out in the field, guarding the outlying lands that would, one day, be incorporated into the Imperium Romanum. As such, it fell to the citizens to organise themselves, imitating these bands of clubmen that Antonius had raised, to forestall a power struggle that would see the city descend into anarchy.

Roma herself, meanwhile, took her rightful place as the mightiest city of the whole wide world, by constructing the Great Bath. Romans would forevermore be known for their expertise concerning matters of aquatics, hydraulics, sanitation, and more.



Now, it was time for Roma to train her own military force; they couldn't be reliant on Marcus Antonius forever, certainly not considering that the governor of Michel Delving was drawn from the armies of Antonius.

As this happened, the Leonum were on their way back to Roman lands, with the occasional pride of lions on their way.

These were no trouble at all, of course.

Nor would they be trouble in the future. Hopefully.

But the future is a story for the future, and not for the present.
So, peoples, is this a 'nice' story? Too many pictures of too many insignificant details? Personally, I found that I preferred the Civilization III stories that were in this format; a lot of pictures with a small bit of text in a light story-telling manner, treating the game as if it was real. But of course, I am but one person - what would you suggest, if anyone is reading? And yes, I know that I would almost never reply to such a question, as my sentiment would probably be 'it's fine, carry on' and I would view that as a relatively useless message. Of course, now that I am writing, instead of reading, it isn't a useless message anymore.
