Sir Constanias looked out from the window in his chambers over the grey rainy fife that was his. Tiny compared to how great and glorious it had been, but it had steadily shrunk as chunks had been stolen by the fully corrupt Gauluscian Emperors, and given to petty barons who did practically kissed the ground the heathen emperors walked on. All his life, he had been passed by for promotions and glory because he still was a good man. Despite the seemingly all-consuming culture of evil that surrounded his lands, he still managed to instil honour, courage, loyalty and kindness not only to his family, but his loyal serfs. He didn't really even consider them peasants to be sold as property whenever he pleased, as Gauluscian tyrants did. He practically considered them second family. But he had realized over the past few months that the Gauluscian Emperor, Neronius, was trying to gather his armies to destroy his whole fife, on the trumped-up false charges of treason. But in a way, Constanians was guilty of treason, he realized with a chuckle. He still worshipped his true Christian God, not the fat corrupt emperor who sat on a golden throne while his servants spread terror and destruction, and his people starved as they slaved away in misery. He felt anger boiling within his body, feeling his muscles bulge and tense up. Even though he was getting a little old, nearly at age 53, he still was in perfect shape, and more importantly was a powerful warrior. The whole Gauluscian aristocracy knew that once he rebelled, there would be hell to deal with, as he could fight better than any mercenary or assassin they could hire.
Constanias heard metal feet softly clank into the room, and he recognized them immediately. "Are the men ready, Kendas?" His loyal second-in-command, and best friend, already in some battle armour, saluted and began his report. "The troops are ready my lord; 4,500 swordsmen; 2,400 pikemen; 1,600 longbow-men; 400 knights, and 40 siege weapons, all prepared for the war," Constanians thought over the men he had at his disposal. There were fewer of them then he would have wanted, and that would make things difficult fighting against the massive Gauluscian legions. But the war would turn in their favour. His men were loyal and brave. The legionaries were cowards who didn't care about the Empire. His men were fighting for freedom, for themselves and their descendants, and were trained to be the finest soldiers in Gauluscia. The legionaries only fought for greed, or because they were forced to, and were horribly trained and equipped, sometimes not even knowing how to swing or sword or spear.
"Tell the men to make final preparations. Have the whole army fast and pray, we'll need all the help from the Lord we can get," Constanias ordered calmly, and watched and Kendas bowed and took his leave.
It was time. Time to end this darkness and evil. Time to finally fight back against Neronius and his evil servants.
OOC: This is a historical war set in Constaniana's past, about how it came to be, Gauluscia is a puppet nation of mine. As this is my history i have final say but welcome creativity historical ideas. Roleplay should be done with one or several characters, but make sure to fill put an application for each. Application below
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have to go to bed now, so will post example tomorrow if anyone needs it
