Lusitania
The barbaric people were running back and forth, not knowing what to do about the city's majestic walls. Some ran and began hitting at the three-foot deep stone wall with wooden clubs, others tried to climb its smooth surface. But no one could find out how to defeat the cold stone. Finally, the two hundred celts picked up their supplies, and began to backtrack. Just then the wooden wall was forced open and the chariots rushed out after the fleeing celts. Forced with such a quick assault upon their backs, the Celts again were confused and tried to outrun Claudius and his chariots.
Yelling for his horses to pick up the pace, Claudius grabbed a javelin from the holster at his side, and with every muscle in his arm, and utilizing the training he had obtained since childhood, Claudius threw the javelinwith precision and in fifty feet it pierced the back of a running celt and threw him to the ground. Yelling victorious, Claudius grabbed another javelin and repeated the process. Looking to his right and left, he noticed that others were doing the same. His two horses were dodging the celtic bodies left and right, and the rocky ground was not making it any easier to aim, but it was bearable. Coming up on his next celt, he was surprised when the barbarian turned around, faced the chariot, and dodged it as it passed, grabbing on to the cart, and swinging himself up side by side with Claudius. Surprised, Claudius elbowed the celt four times in the faced before he tumbled, his celtic body mangled by the chariots behind him.
The battle was soon over, the chariots victorious as the last of the celts were taken down. Holding his javelin in the air, Claudius let out a hollar of victory, and was met with the same action from the rest of the chariot men. Turning his horses around, he began to ride home. Within minutes the rest of the chariots had formed a formation, and as they returned home to Lisbon the door was open, and the peasants lined the streets to congratulate Claudius and his men. The homes were made of stone and wood, and the ones where they didn't have another home above them as a roof usually had thatch roofing. Most of the people were either congratulating Claudius, or continuously building in that city to expand it as the constant demands were astounding. Twice, on his way to the palace, he witnessed someone building a second-story home, a temple, or even a market for the marketplace. The people here were very industrious, always making what they needed instead of purchasing it from other cities in Lusitania.
The structure that loomed ahead was magnificent. Three stories high made it the tallest building besides the walls, in all of Lustiania. Each level was pushed back a couple feet, leaving a sort of stepped appearance, inwhich the extra space was used as balconies to make speeches from. It was made of pure stone, the doorways lined with white wood, and the roof fashioned by the best woodworkers in the land. Reaching the first of the hundred steps that lead to the palace, Claudius and his men dismounted the chariots. A group of servants approached them, as if coming from the shadows. "To the stables with these fine beasts," Claudius ordered, and the lead servant nodded. Looking back to summon his men, all fifty of them, to wait outside he began to ascend the steps.
Inside was even more magnificent then outside. The walls were covered in paintings of the history of Lusitania and Lisbon, religious markings, and symbols. No one could ever read all in a day, that is how many there were. Continuing on, he was met by the guards, who commenced to escort him to the King. He was standing, an odd thing to see the king do, looking out his window upon the city of Lisbon. Turning to meet Claudius, he embraced the warrior with a friendly hug. "My friend, Claudius. You have defeated the enemy valiantly, I thank you and thank Yaan for your existance," he said. Claudius, after the hug, bent on one knee to show respect. Turning around to return to his throne, Claudius rose and followed him.
"Your excellence, the celtic tribe I defeated was merely one band of hundreds that plague your land," Claudius spoke, as the old king replaced himself at his throne.
"Yes, I know Claudius. Which is why I have decreed the recruitment of more men into your command. You shall eradicate this foe. You may leave now," the king said, waving his hand. Claudius bowed his head and left, not allowed to speak what he had to say.
ORDERS
-Conquer the celtic tribes to the south, divided they cannot stand to the might of my armies.
-Create a navy, and begin to explore the coasts of Iberia.
-Enlarge our army.
-Enslave the celts that surrender or are captured. They shall work the grain farms and build my ships.
-Begin wonder: Temple of Yaan, built in Lisbon, and shall be the first education center. giving me +3 education.
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