Fretigern was a good warrior. Always was. Fought many good battles, never lost.
But he never won such a great victory! Indeed, he could quite clearly remember himself kill a hundred Alanis with his bare hands, and strangle the Eastern Roman Emperor, and then drinking half of the Roxolianni alcohol storage (the rest went to his greedy soldiers), and seeing the Elixir of Beer. Clearly it was somewhere out there, oh well.
Anyway, he won. Fretigern was filled with pride and triumph. Now, to send some village idiots with messages... Yes, that will do...
Diplo:
From: Visigoths
To: Ostrogoths
You get all the land we take from the Roxolianni. Good?
From: Visigoths
To: Alans
You have been beaten, hands down. Though you did fight bravely - you may not be Germannic, but you are indeed warriors. I ask you merely to abandon the Roxolianni, they are not worth the death of your warriors.
(Besides, we heard that there is a giant smiley-face

north of your empire. I think you will need all warriors you can get to fight it.)
From: Visigoths
To: Eastern Romans
You too have been defeated. Perhaps you will just withdraw too? Or will we have to kill more of you wine-drinkers?
Orders PMed.