The Death of an Empire

[Chingis Khan]

The desk was littered with reports; mostly from the newly conquered Spanish provinces. Gnaeus sifted through each message with painstaking patience. Every move he made from now, until his plans came to fruition was vitally important. He could afford no mistakes! He had Ceaser's head on the block, but the sword had yet to be delivered.
The man must be in turmoil by now! Many months had been the planning for Julius Ceaser, and Gnaeus was counting on the man's leadership to bring his plans to a close! Crassus had been a small obstacle, but Gnaeus Pompeius was fairly sure that he had driven a wedge between the two men. He needed Ceaser alone, emotional, and most importantly, he needed Julius Ceaser paranoid of the Senate! That was the key to his plans. The Key! Surely by now Ceaser had determined that it was Romans who had commited the massacre of his family at Little Villa. And he would naturally assume that he was the victem of a plot againt his further ambition in the Senate! Short-sighted fool! Gnaeus almost laughed aloud; when his plans came to bear, they would shake the very foundations of the great Roman Empire, and nobody, nobody could ever see what was coming!

 

[Chingis Khan]

Near the center of the German empire, lay the Capitol city of Berlin. An industrious city, rich with merchant's gold flowing through it. However, not much of that wealth was ever seen by the hardworked people of Germany. Most of the gold went to the King's coffers, to be used in building Germany's great war machine. It was used to raise great castles and fortresses. Such as Drachensfell.
Drachensfell was a monstrous citadel; it looked more to be a small mountain then a castle! And in the heart of Drachensfell, sat Bismark, King of Germany.
He sat in the war room, laughing over the latest message he had recieved from the Roman traitor, Gnaeus Pompeius. He turned to the Grand Marshall of the Armies, "It seems as though our Roman friends' plans are going well! Ha! Roman fools! How goes the preparations?"
The Grand Marshall cleared his throat and gave his moustache a quick preen before answering in a smoothly oiled tone, "My Lord, all divisions of our armies stand fully ready. I have moved the 2nd, 4th, and 5th divisions to within a weeks march of the border. Close enough to move in quickly, but not close enough to alert the Romans. I have also placed five thousand heavy cavalry with the divisions. More then enough to destroy half of Rome by themselves! My spies report that the Romans rely on their infantry very heavily, and use only light cavalry. Our heavy cavalry and heavy infantry will have no problems with the Roman legions, especially if all goes to plan!"
Bismark nodded slowly before leaning back in his magnificantly gilded chair and a predatory smile creased his jowls.
"Good. Soon these cultured Romans will feel the steel fist of the German empire. Soon..."


The great hall of the Senate was most impressive. Beautiful marbled floors, heated from beneath by a complex arrangement of steam pipes, were lavishly covered by finely woven carpets from the East. Fluted columns seemed to rise from the floor to meet the high, domed ceiling above.
All of this great beauty and craftsmanship was lost on the Senators, however, as they listened with grim faces to the young Senator, Gnaeus Pompeius. He spoke with eloquence and verve of a threat from one of their own.
"And so, with the evidence I have presented of the troubling actions of Julius Ceaser, I must insist, by the laws of our people, that he be bought to justice!" Looking around the Hall, Gnaeus could see many thoughtful expressions. His many months of planting seeds of doubt, and spreading whispers of Ceaser's "crimes" were paying dividends now. Time to bring a close to this phase of his plots, "Ceaser may be influential! He may have great sway with the people! He may have friends and supporters amongst us, even! But in the interest of justice, we must put aside personal biases, and let integrity take it's course. A choice between allowing one man to commit a massacre to manilpulate us and gain power, and imprisoning a one time friend, is no choice at all", he turned to a middle aged Senator nearest to him, "Marcus, Julius helped you attain Mayorship of your town many years before you ascended to the Senate. He taught you much of politics, did he not? But didn't he also teach you that the law must be maintained lest anarchy rule? We have the trust of our People as Senators, and though it may grieve us, we simply have no recourse but to summon Julius Ceaser to trial for the murder of the many innocent lives at Little Villa."
He finished his oration in a soft voice, filled with just the right amount of regret. He knew that Ceaser had had much support from within the Senate. He knew also that he had days of agonizing waiting before the Senate ruled on his proposal. If they should deny him, Gnaeus knew his future in the Hall was forfeit. And that was very possible, considering that his "evidence" against Ceaser was very weak; little more then conjecture and circumstance. But if they should vote in the direction he had been steering them in for months, with his rumours, manipulations, bribes, and lies... His plans would be unstoppable! But for now, he must wait. Patience. After all, time wears everything down eventually. Mountains can become hills, young, vibrant warriors become old and decrepit, and even mighty Empires can become little more then footnotes in history with time.

 

[Chingis Khan]

Julius Ceaser had been in a most foul mood in the weeks following Crassus’ departure. His local friends began making their visits rarer and shorter. Even the slaves kept their distance from him in fear of one of his outbursts. He had also become quite paranoid. Gaurds were spread throughout his estates; in his study, the gardens, even outside his bedchamber. He had hired a food taster, and made frequent visits to the kitchens under the pretense of inspecting cleanliness, while it was transparently obvious that he was checking on the staff. The gates to his estate had been closed for two weeks now, and gaurds patrolled the walls constantly. The only visitations were set by appointment, which explained some of his friend’s reluctance to see him anymore. Whispers spread around the house with various explanations. They were going to war again. They were soon to be invaded. Assassins had been sent to kill Ceaser. And in part, they were all true. So when twenty prefects arrived some weeks later at the gates, it caused some commotion.

Ceaser sat in his antechamber, reclining the large couch staring into space, as he so often did nowadays, when two slaves burst through the doors.
“Governor Ceaser! Prefects at the gates!”

Ceaser stopped them with a look. He slowly set his goblet on the nearby table and stood up, straightening his robes. This news should have startled him, yet somehow, he had known this would happen. He would lay Florins that he knew what message they bought with them. “Very well, send them in. I will receive them in the Main Hall.

The word was sent to the gates, and the prefects entered, riding their travel weary mounts along the tree lined road to the front entrance of the house. They dismounted, rudely handing the reins to the servants before brushing arrogantly past the slaves, and retainers of the house, marching straight into the house and into the main hall. The Hall stretched from the antechamber about one hundred feet to the small dais that normally held statues. But Ceaser had replaced those with what could only be called a small throne. And that was where he now sat. If any impression had been made on the twenty policemen from Rome, they didn’t show it. Stern-faced to a man, they marched right up to the foot of the dais before halting. One of the prefects, most likely the captain, stepped forward and handed a scroll to Julius before stepping back to stand with his men. Julius regarded the prefects for several minutes noting the hands on swords, chilly expressions, and tense stances before unbinding and reading the note.

Gaius Julius Ceaser,
By order of the Supreme Magistrate, you are hereby ordered to return to Rome henceforth, relinquishing any and all duties which you may hold at this time, and immediately upon receipt of this message, to stand trial and face the accusations of the Peoples of Rome for the following crimes;
To whit: On or about the fifteenth day of March of this same year, you are charged with conducting the massacre of no less then forty seven men, women, and children at the location of Little Villa, Province thirty two, Spain. Your are accused of violating each of the very Precepts of Roman Law; To live honestly, to injure no-one, and to give every man his due.
Magistrate of Rome, Keeper of the Jurisprudence

Ultium Flavius

He read and reread the message twice with no change to his features. He had halfway expected a move of this sort, but blaming him for the massacre of his own family? He hadn’t foreseen that. Why, the entire Senate must have turned against him! And with chilling certainty, he knew that if he returned to Rome now, he would be convicted, sentenced, stripped of his title, and imprisoned. Or worse. He felt a great pressure lifting itself from his mind. He knew now what course he had to take! For the first time since he had learned of Crassus’ betrayal, his mind was clear, his way was layed out before him. He still didn’t know wether this way was the right way, but he no longer cared. He had direction! He stood with a half smile on his face, “Well. It seems I am indeed a bad, bad man, does it not?”

The captain of the prefect guard replied with a suddenly wary expression on his face, “Governor, I do not know the charges against you, nor do I wish to. My orders are simply to return you to Rome, and this I will do at all costs.” As if to add emphasis, he returned his hand to the hilt of his sword.

Ceaser simply smiled more, “My dear captain. You are a good policeman. Did you know that policemen are much like soldiers? There is little difference between you and a legionare! You follow orders blindly, and without thought. That is good. That is what a good soldier does. But what happens if your General turns out to be incompetent; or even worse, a traitor? Do you still follow those same orders?”

An uncertain look came across the captain’s face, and he licked his lips nervously before answering, “I am a policeman, not a soldier, and the law is quite firm. The JurisPrudence guides our hands, and the guilty are punished by the Gods. Now please come with us" He started forward to escort Ceaser, but was halted as Julius Ceaser’s expression went from mirth to cold fury in a split second. No sane man changed moods that quickly!

Ceaser flung out a hand and spoke with a voice filled with terrible rage, “The Senate is your General, prefect! And your general is corrupt! Yes, yes! The Senate is a rotten fruit poisoning the people, and I am the cure for all that filth! I will remove the rotten core from the heart of Rome! Me!”

Ceaser paused to smooth his hair back and take a calming breath before going on in a normal voice, “I do not expect you to understand, captain. I have been plotted against. I have been under attack and for what purpose I do not yet know. You have heard of me, yes?”
Of course, all of the people of Rome had heard of Julius Ceaser, and most loved him. Seeing the hesitation in the prefect’s eyes, Ceaser took a step forward toward the captain, coming close enough to look the man face to face, “Can you believe it of the great Gnaeus Julius Ceaser to slaughter innocents? Women and children, hmm? Yes, that is the charge, the Little Villa massacre! You know that I show great mercy to fallen armies! I have the wounded well cared for, and the ‘slaves’ taken are given humane treatment! Can you truely believe that I would kill my own family?”

The captain cleared his throat. Looking quickly to his men before answering gave away the depth of his confusion, “Sir, I…I have my orders… I don’t know politics…”

Ceaser turned away from the man with a dismissive gesture, seating himself once more. At a gesture, guardsmen stepped into the hall with bows drawn and arrows nocked, surrounding the Roman prefects. Ceaser spoke this time in an intense tone. How many mood changes was that in just a few moments? "I have decided not to be arrested today, but I do not like to see good men die, so I will give you a chance to join me. You can die, nobly and foolishly following corrupt orders from a rotten Senate, or you can serve under me. I could use good policemen such as yourselves. You see, I already have former prefects working for me. Antonius Careales is one you may have heard of. He has discovered many things pertaining to the case of Little Villa which you may find… compelling. Of course I will give you all the chance to decide for yourselves after reviewing the evidence.”
The prefects, looking wildly about at the arrows directed at them, all turned as Ceaser spoke. Finally the captain spoke, “We will… we will examine this evidence. But how can we join you? We would become deserters, and the penalty for that is quite steep! More prefects would come, and we would simply join your fate.”

Ceaser smiled, happy again, “My dear Captain. I wouldn’t worry about Rome. I intend to take Rome with my loyal legions here and elsewhere. A general, a good general inspires much loyalty, you see. By the end of this campaign, I will be Emporer. That is the only way to remove the rottenness which has pervaded my beloved government!” And Ceaser laughed. “No, I wouldn’t worry much about the Senate or Rome at all!”

 

[Chingis Khan]

Anybody still interested in this story?

 

[Jason The King]

try, if you havnt already, to post this at apolyton. more people read it there.

 

[Louis XXIV]

I've been reading it

It's a good story

 

[squeaky]

I've been reading it too. I love your style of writing

 

[Padma]

Originally posted by Chingis Khan
Anybody still interested in this story?

Darn right we're still interested!!!

I'm waiting for it to finish so I can HTML-ize it for the new Stories section on the main page. (If I can ever get enough of them done so TF will put them up, anyway. )

 

[Junzi Nicuzn]

GRRRR Why can't I create stories as good as this

 

[amirsan]

GREAT STORY Chingis Khan!!!

 

[CramzCiv07]

eu too brutus

 

[Gengis Khan]

People are definatly reading this!!

Don't let it die! I definatly want to see how it ends.

 

[Chingis Khan]

Thanks for the support guys Long way to go in this story yet! I'll try and be quicker but the more I write, the more ideas I have for the outcome! A few twists and turns , and some epic battles on the horizon!

The journey back to Rome had been long and Crassus was weary. He walked through the great marketplace barely hearing the yells and cries from hundreds of merchants hawking their wares. His thoughts were elsewhere. He still found it hard to believe that Julius had turned on him. After all they had been through! What had happened to his old friend to change him so? Julius was normally the most level-headed and strategic thinker that Crassus had ever known, a fact attested to by any number of defeated foes; be it on the battlefieled or in the quagmire of Roman politics. Crassus had never seen his long time friend so... so...unhinged! Perhaps the death of his family had hit him harder than he thought. I should have reached him sooner! Immediately he brushed that thought away; he would take no guilt on himself for Ceaser's choices! None! Could Ceaser have really lost his mind? He had definately changed; the old Julius would never have believed a stranger's letter over Crassus. Never! He wondered about several things now, was Ceaser simply being paranoid about the attacks from the Senate? On the other hand, there was the letters after all...
Someone bumped into Crassus's ample frame overly hard in the milling mass of people and Crassus instantly turned to face him, one hand already checking his purse. The man turned to Crassus with words of apology and submissive gestures, "...so sorry, citizen, i did not see you! Please accept my... why, my word. General Crassus! What an unexpected pleasure. I had heard that you had left Rome some time ago."
Crassus searched his mind for recollection of the finely dressed man who seemed to know him. In a second it came to him, "Ahhh, Senator Pompeius. How nice to meet you again. Our last meeting was some time ago I believe. Amost hard to believe that you remember me. And know my travelling habits."
Gnaeus answered in a smooth voice, "Forget you? One of the great generals of the Punic Wars? I am quite an admirer of your work, and you are hardly of no consequence in this 'small town'! As for the other, I make it my business to keep informed of a variety of trivial information, please take no offence that I knew you had visited Ceaser. How is Julius doing, anyway?"
Crassus stared at the Senator for so long that Gnaeus began to think that he had miscalculated his tactics. He was furiously working on a new tact when Crassus sighed. His huge body seemed to sag, "Julius is not doing so well I'm afraid. Little Villa seems to have hit him quite hard. Are you a family friend of the Ceasers Senator?"
Gnaeus barely kept the relief from his voice, "Oh yes. I am quite close with Julius. Terrible business that massacre, and worse still that they have accused Julius of conducting it himself! Can you imagine..."
"WHAT! What have you heard!?! Tell me, man!" Crassus had fairly roared into life, grabbing Pompieus by the arms.
Gnaeus shook himself free, "Well. Just like I said. Julius has been summoned to stand trial for the massacre at Little Villa. Of course he is innocent. He is undoubtedly the victim of some elaborate conspiracy from the Senate, after all, no sane man could ever slaughter his own family, could he?"
Crassus just stared at the Senator.
"Look, I am sorry to be the one bring such news to you. I thought that you had heard... Please, won't you allow me to bring you to my home? News like this should be followed by a good bout with wine."
Crassus, mind still racing to digest this latest development, mumbled his assent, and the two men, one Ceaser's greatest friend, and the other Ceaser's most dangerous enemy went to drink together.
And on the inside, Gnaeus Pompeius laughed. Oh, how he laughed.

 

[Chingis Khan]

A soft breeze swept across the moonlit landscape and the campfires of Legions IV and XII flickered gently. The Spanish weather was one thing about this land that all of the legionnaires would miss. Cool nights and sunny days, Just like Rome. The legions were camped about a mile from the city; far enough not to cause trouble, but close enough for convenience. Talk from the soldiers drifted into the breeze.
One legionnaire with a huge scar running the length of his face and neck, chewed on a chicken leg as he leaned into his companions around the fire, “Bloody Ceaser and his planned march against Rome! I don’t like this at all! He’s getting us into a bloody Civil War! I don’t know about you whelps, but I have family in Rome, I do. It’s like fighting your own bloody family! It’s not right, I tell you.”
One of the others disagreed, “I may not have family in Rome, but a civil war would affect most corners of the Empire. I still think the general is doing what’s right,” he paused as he chewed down some maize, “I mean, seriously, do you think he done what they accused him of? Killing his own family, and all? No way. I fought under Ceaser in the last wars, and he looks after us, you know what I mean?”
Scarface replied heatedly, “Yeah? So what? I still say it’s wrong. Let the bloody Senate hang him for all I care. If it saves civil bloody war, then I say it’s worth it!”
A new figure emerged from the darkness into the firelight. “Mind if I join you fellows?” The legionnaires jumped to their feet as they recognized the uniform of a centurion. A big centurion.
“No, no lads; as you were. Relax. Hey, hand me some of that chicken, will you. Thanks.” Silence descended on the group as it usually does when rank joins an unknown group of regulars. The centurion took a large bite of the chicken and began to speak, occasionally pointing with the chicken breast for emphasis, “Now then, my lads. I couldn’t help but overhear what you all were discussing. And you all have some mighty fine points to make. After all, what fool would blindly follow a man into Civil War, eh? Heavy business that; so what that the Senate wants to try and convict the great Julius Ceaser. Why not sacrifice the man for the greater good,” he leaned in to the group of men, gesturing with the chicken, “But then again, what is the greater good? Why are battles fought at all? Why follow one man’s orders to kill, oh, I don’t know, Spaniards? And refuse another man’s orders to kill someone else? A soldier’s life should be a simple thing, my lads. Go where they say go, kill who they say kill, and collect a nice paycheck at the end of it all. General Ceaser, is probably the greatest of all Roman Generals alive today. And a damned fine man. I personally would follow that man to the gates of hell, and that may well be where this particular adventure ends. Because, my lads, not only are we following our general for something as base as loyalty, but because the greater good lays behind him! Confused? Then mull on this. How are we defending Rome, if we allow it’s system to break down into chaos? If the Senate can pluck a man like Julius Ceaser from his house and decide to convict him for an unspeakable crime with absolutely no evidence, then how is any one of us safe from that system? You have all seen the evidence collected from Ceaser’s prefects. Can you dispute that? Can you? You see, my young lads, back in the early days of Rome, we had a system similar to what I just described. Pure chaos. No real laws beyond that which the emperor decided on any given day. The people of Rome gave voice to their feelings and a Senate was created The Senate. A group of men that came from the people, and was for the people. When did they become a class apart, hmm? Is the Senate for us anymore, or are they so wrapped up in their own petty squabbles, that the people of Rome get forgotten? Ceaser knows how rotten the Senate has become. Would it be so bad to remake the Senate in it’s intended form. What it was, for a time? Hmm, well, just some things to think on, my lads. Thanks for the chicken.” With that Centurion Glavius got to his feet and disappeared into the night, leaving behind a group of very thoughtful legionnaires.

 

[Gengis Khan]

 

[Chingis Khan]

The Great Hall of the Senate. Tiers of seats were arranged in a large oval around the speaking floor, all arranged in front of the emperor’s chair. Large fluted columns rose from the marbled floor all around, and set in between those, sat plinths carrying busts of past emperors. Great tapestries from many lands adorned the walls; even the walls themselves were practically works of art. The emperor had no power in the Senate, and in fact, on the rare occasion that he sat in, was not even supposed to speak, according to custom. Except in times of war.
And on this day, the great general Julius Caeser, Conqueror and Governor of the Spanish provinces, Victor of the Punic Wars, and alleged mass murderer, had declared war on the Senate of Rome. A strange declaration, to wage war on a group of men, but Gnaeus Pompeius thought it to be a very shrewd move on Caeser’s part. By declaring war on the Senate, and not on Rome, he would garner a great deal more respect and loyalty from the legions he would lead into civil war. After all, even considering the fact that a large portion of the legions had never even been to Rome, let alone had family there, it would still be difficult to convince men to attack their own country! But Gnaeus knew that Caeser would be able to do it. He was probably the only man in all of Rome popular enough, and smart enough, who could do it: the very reason that Gnaeus had chosen Caeser to be his puppet. He shifted on the cushioned bench as he listened with half an ear to the furious discussions of the panicked Senate. Oh yes, his plans were rapidly coming to fruition. Pompeius knew that at least seven of the legions were totally loyal to Caeser. The two legions that were in Spain, two on the French border, one on the German border and another two located to the east. Those last two legions had already been reported as marching west to join with Caesar. There may be two or three more legions loyal to Caesar, but none of that really mattered. It was enough of a threat, especially under the command of the great Julius Caeser to seriously endanger the Senate, Rome, and the Emperor. And with the Senate panicked and under attack, Gnaeus would allow Caeser to win some small victories on the way to the city of Rome, before “saving” everyone from the madman. Then would the Germans pour from the North to crush Caeser’s legions, led by Pompeius himself! His ‘diplomatic skills’ of allying with the Germans, and then general ling their armies would serve two purposes; one, he would rid himself of Ceaser, his biggest political threat, and the second purpose would be to use the political power he would gain to catapult himself into the emperors throne! Ha! Once on the throne of Rome, the people would soon discover what real power could do. The Senate? Gnaeus sneered, as he looked about him to see this pathetic group of old men arguing amongst themselves. How could any nation function when there were too many leaders? No, one nation, one leader! That was the only way. And he would be that leader! Emperor Gnaeus Pompeius! The greatest emperor Rome would ever see. Of course, there would be a price to pay to Bismark. All the German King had asked for in return for his ‘aid’ was control of the newly captured Spanish lands! A barren, godless land filled with troublesome barbarians; let him have it! Then again, Emperor Pompeius may just crush the Germans once the legions were reunited under one standard. That was for another time though. Regardless of what comes after, Emperor Gnaeus Pompeius would have Rome; the most cultured, civilized, and powerful nation on earth. Of course, there was just one other, small, price to pay; the total destruction of a fine and noble man, Julius Caeser. And it had been all too easy to drive him to rebellion! Arranging the massacre of Little Villa to get Caeser to go to Spain had been nothing. Once Julius was out of Rome, his manipulation just got easier. And of course, the death of one's loved ones tended to soften a target; neccessary to one so tough as Caeser. The letters he had sent Julius (signed S for Senator) had been filled with just enough truth to be believed, and just enough conspiracy to set Caeser's paranoia. Ha! It had all gone so perfectly! He had used one of the great general's tactics against him! When an enemy is strong, isolate and weaken him; when an enemy is weak, surround and crush him. Once Caeser had been primed, along with the Senate with months of hard work, it was a simple matter to turn the Senate against him, and him against the Senate. The outcome of that had been predictable enough; as current events showed!
That fool Crassus had almost ruined things, but it had been a simple matter to drive the already paranoid Caeser to distrust him. And now, just to be cautious, Gnaeus had found Crassus and driven a wedge into his heart also! If he could convince Crassus that Caeser had committed the murders... Well, that really served no purpose to Gnaeus besides proving his formidable manipulative skills. He supposed he could use Crassus as a General for some of the legions, he really was quite a capable leader...
And soon would come the relatively easy task of convincing the Senate to allow him to utilize his special methods to deal with Caeser. Gnaeus allowed a smile to creep across his features as the crusty old men of the Senate, rambled on and on in their arguments of the defence of Rome. Soon enough, he would have to listen to their drivel no more; their time in power was surely coming to a close.

 

[LotrRules]

Great keep it up!

 

[Chingis Khan]

The morning sun threw aside the half-light of dawn, revealing a macabre scene of broken and twisted bodies. The rotten stench of death drifted from the fields; the only movements to be seen were those of the carrion eaters, drawn to this grisly site in droves. Caeser was already awake, in truth, he had only slept a few fitful hours, and was now staring blankly across yesterday’s battlefield. First contact with any sizable force; it had hardly been a battle at all, more of a slaughter. Caeser’s scouts had come across the force early in the morning and Julius knew that it was part of the force set to burn the land as the rest of the legion withdrew to join other forces. Too much of the land he had crossed thus far had been fired, and it was becoming harder to feed the men. Of course, it was always the same in war and Julius Caeser well knew that the larger part of leading an army to victory lay in the logistics. Hungry men did not fight well. Poorly made weapons and armor just got men killed. Horses with no shoes performed badly. Men that had marched for days on end needed rest. The list was endless, but from the smallest details, victory could be assured. One of the reasons his soldiers loved him was the simple fact that he looked after their needs so well, never suspecting that the real reason was that by looking after his men, he made them a superior fighting unit!
Caeser did remember a time when he looked after his men through sheer compassion, but that seemed so very long ago. As he stared at the carnage before him, he tried hard to feel something… anything, any small spark of the humanity he once had. Even satisfaction would be better then the nothingness he experienced now. Once he would have let this small group go. Let them flee back to their legion; but instead he had ordered for them to be swept up like so many dried leaves in the wind. He examined his own dispassionate heart with a detached curiosity as he stood looking over the bodies of his own countrymen. Soon the medicine tents would be done patching up his wounded men, and the field would be scavenged for anything usable. Then his army would continue its inexorable march against Rome. Caeser idly wondered if he would feel anything when he breached the walls of the great city.

 

[Gengis Khan]

Can't let this one drop too far

So when we gonna get a new installment Chengis?

 

[Louis XXIV]

BUMPO