SPQR Welcome, senator, to the Republic of Rome. Once a small village built upon seven hills, Rome is now a city poised to take on the known world and win.
House of Julii
Ave, traveler, and welcome to the House of Julius. We are the northern Romans, those of the Roman Red capes and have the Laurels of Victory as our symbol. We are an ancient lineage, from a line of kings that was long before Rome herself was even founded. But that was hundreds of years ago. Now we are the House best suited to reducing the Gallic threat to nothing, and punish those churls for their sacking of our city one hundred twenty years before the campaign opens
House of ScipiiAve, traveler, and welcome to the southern reaches of the Roman Republic. We are the Scipii, a branch of the gens Cornelia who is the most powerful family of the ancient Republic, with more of our scions rising to rule as consul than any other family. We have taken blue as our faction color, for the color of the sea we must traverse to reach the heartland of our chosen foe- the Carthaginians. Blue is also the color of loyalty, and we Cornelii Scipones are the most loyal of all factions, and demand the same of our soldiers
House of BrutiiAve, traveler, and welcome to the House of Brutus. In this virtual world, we are known as the Brutii. Our lineage is long and distinguished, rooted in the very essence of our esteemed Republic. Verily, it was our ancestor Marcus Junius Brutus who fooled King Tarquinus Superbus and cast that ignoble scion of the ruling family out of our precious polis to found the Republic.
We wear green cloaks, as opposed to the scarlet of the Julii or the sea-blue of the Scipii. Green is the color of envy, as one might expect, and that is true- the others are envious of our strength and principles. We are the mightiest of the Romans, the only true Republicans, and the only faction one should ever consider leading.
ArmeniaWelcome, great traveler, to the rugged mountain land of Armenia! We have been expecting you for ages, and now the prophecy that Armenia will be an empire should finally come true. However, great traveler, if you wish to create an empire while controlling Armenia, then there are a few things that you must know about our home. We are a people who, like the Phoenicians, have been part of many empires. First the Persians conquered us, then Alexander did. However, we have our own way of fighting, as we are greater than even the Parthians, because we are the true heirs to the Persian Empire!
Britannia Welcome, traveler, to Britannia. Our land is our own, ever since the first Pretani came ashore. We have a wonderfully fertile island, pleasant but rainy summers, and do good business with the mainland trading our abundant tin. We were once a united people, then fell into internecine warfare which depleted us while dotting our landscape with hilltop forts, but will become one again if you choose to lead us as our warlord.
Many say we are Gauls who sailed to these shores during the time just after we discovered the uses of Iron, but others say we came from far away Hispana. We care not from whence we came. All that matters are that we are here now and here we shall remain, unless to venture forth and conquer
Carthage Welcome traveler, to the fertile plains and harsh deserts North Africa! Here fortunes are made, empires built, and great warriors a plenty! We have been here for many centuries, having been founded by Queen Dido in 814 B.C. We have an advantageous spot for good trade and expansion. We have fought many times in Sicily against the Greeks, but we only have the western part of the island as a result of these conflicts. We also have influence in Spain, having followed our Phoenician ancestors to the rich land, along with many islands in the sea. Finally, we have had much contact with our neighbors to the south, the famed Numidians. We are friends with many of their tribes, but now in this virtual world, they have united, and we now ask whether or not to ally with these noble people.
DaciaWelcome traveler! Your reputation proceeds you, and we have a mighty feast in your honor prepared. But before we get there, may I show you around our mighty nation? We are the Dacians. A proud and mighty people living in the Balkans north of Macedonia. Some call us 'Barbarians', but we are no such thing. We have advanced technology, we trade with many people, such as the Thracians, the Macedonians, and the tribes to the north. And our trade can only expand once we reach the sea. We have only a limited unit roster, but why change it? Our army has proven that it can crush thousands at the hands of a skillful general, maybe such as yourself?
EgyptHail, all-powerful Pharaoh, son of Amun-Ra, the all-knowing all-king! We are your people, illustrious Pharaoh, born from the floods of the Nile, from Sobek's glorious will, nourished by Ra's golden orb, and taught to be pure Egyptian by the all-knowing Thoth. We have survived through the worst of times, Pharaoh. Our ancestors heightened our blood tides through their own slaughter and enslavement, at the hands of the barbarous Hittites, Sea Peoples, and Persians. The Makedonians liberated us, but they too became the beasts that lie within every man's heart. Their minds grow turgid with wealth and power over fellow man, they, like the all-powerful Ptah, speak and their wish is commanded!
Such power is not fit for mere humans, not even the purest Egyptian soul, only does it suit the illustrious Pharaoh, or the gods- they weep as they see our lands desecrated, the sands hiding the skeletons of our mortal armies, the Nile running red with its people's blood. But the time of our enemies is running thin. Their treasuries cry for nourishment, their swords are rusted and cracked, their minds heavy with wealth, their forms fat and bloated, scourged of any god-given purity. We have broken free of our Makedonian masters, Pharaoh, and have planted our own purest of Egyptian dynasties upon Alexandria Rhacotis.
And, Pharaoh, what more a reason to strike now! The vile Seleukids are melting; the Greeks are stuck in their own putrid melting-pot of lies and betrayal. The mothers of our arch-enemies give birth to mere husks of men, puppets that gorge on silver and gold; all are betrothed to life-long madness and horrid death, blood adorns the streets and nobody can be trusted. We have captured Judea and Phoenicia from those vile Jewish and Pagans, oh Pharaoh, and we have stolen Cyprus from the Seleukids. We have pacified Nubia, and the shores of the Mediterranean beckon us, Pharaoh. The gods have decreed it, you, our greatest of Pharaohs, have decreed it, and thus, it shall come to pass.
GaulHail, mighty warlord! We have been expecting you. Welcome to Gaul, the homeland of heroes. We are the Celts, a proud and warlike race who originated in the southwest of our lands on the fringes of Iberia; others may tell you we came from Noricum, but this is misinformed ignorance. The famous artwork of that area was developed by us, but we are much older than that: indeed, we have dwelt on the slopes of the Pyrenees ever since the end of the Great Cold, when the whole world was covered in ice in the far-distant past. We are older than the Greeks and Romans, our so-called "civilised" neighbours, older even than the far away Egyptians. As such, we have much knowledge, much wisdom, and much skill.
Germania Welcome, traveller, to the Dark Forests and the folk that inhabit them. We are a proud and warlike people, to whom the wearing of metal clothing and use of the bow in warfare smacks of cowardice. We are not particularly bloodthirsty as the mothers of the Wearers of Bedsheeting would have us, though we are proud and have a code of honor that forbids us to ignore insults and attacks upon what is ours. Thou shalt find us a friendly, open, if but gruff and hard people who shall accept thee as our lord and struggle valiantly to bring thee the world to rule.
The Greek Cities Hail, Strategos, all-powerful Polemarchis! We are your loyal peoples, and we have long been ready for war. We Greeks could rule the world- Alexander did, the world was his from Greece to the far Indus- but his blood was tainted. A great king, of true Greek blood will rise soon, Strategos, one to equal the great Achilles, and crush the foul simulacrum Makedonians where they stand; the bloated, turgid Seleukids from all sides; the backward, power-drunk Egypt back to Tartarus; and Rome. Rome! Not one will live on through our omnipotent rule. The Greek Cities, the Koinon Hellenon, stand unified against these gathering barbarians, their swords glinting with the blood of our ancestors. Our ancestors cry for vengeance; the summit of Mount Olympos heaves with anger. And yet we are divided. Our way of warfare has remained in the past- we know not how to train the famed Makedonian Phalangistoi, Hetairoi or Hypaspistai that came to rule the world under Alexander. We have the most intelligent men within Ocestar fish, and yet our swordarms are wasted and necrotic.
Our lands are heavy with betrayal, Strategos, and altough we thrive by trade, we are not a unified Greece. The time has come to bind us together by sword; a common cause against the common barbarian. Let not our swords quiver, or our spears fall. We will come home with these shields, or upon them!
Macedon Welcome, traveler, to the land of hard mountains and harder men. We are the tribes of Macedon, a semi-Greek people living in the southern Balkans, just north of Greece proper. We have fought beside the Greeks, and against them, and our two greatest kings- Philip II and Alexander III- have conquered them. Alexander went further, driving the Persians back across the Hellespont, and pursued them to create an empire larger than the world had ever seen. This is our legacy, that epic triumph of Macedonian arms, which brings more than one warlord to our lands to rule as Basileus.
We are so powerful that the Creators of our virtual world decided our power in the hands of a visiting warlord was too powerful. Thus they removed our faction from the roster of those a warlord may choose to command. But we Macedonians are clever.
NumidiaWelcome, traveler, to the deserts of North Africa! Here, kingdoms are expanded, and hardy people are brought forth to conquer! We are the united Numidian tribes. The famed horsemen of the desert. We are many tribes, but in this world, we have united, and the world shall shake at our coming! We have had a very close relationship with the our Punic neighbors, the Carthaginians, and as a result we share gods along with horsemen, which we shall talk more about later. Again, welcome!
ParthiaWelcome, my lord, to Parthia, land of mountains and desert. We are the descendants of the Dahae, a nomadic people from the east coast of the Caspian Sea who have since journeyed south into the lands once occupied by the Medes. The greater parts of our dominion are away to the east, the great and mysterious East, but they will not concern you, my lord. Your place is here, on our front line; for it is from the West that the greatest threats come, so to the West our Great King must look.
We are a mighty nation, my lord. The earth trembles beneath the hooves of our horsemen, and our arrows fly swift and true. But enemies surround us. The power-hungry Seleucid snobs, Greeks who have claimed lordship over this land, thought to rule us once; we cast off the yoke of servitude and even seized some of their lands, but they are a dangerous foe still. The Armenians and Scythians, our cousins of the Eastern Plains, threaten to turn against us too. And if once we beat the Seleucids, we will have to face the wrath of the Egyptians also, and they, my lord, they are a kingdom whom it would not do to underestimate
ScythiaWelcome, traveler, to the Windswept Plains, the Ocean of Grass, home of nothing but the fierce horse-borne tribes of the Empty Lands. Here, traveler, are men and women who fight as do none other, who rely not on battle face-to-face, but on their skills of killing from afar to grind their foes into submission. Welcome to Scythia!
SelucidHail, Strategos! Hail, all-powerful Arche! We are your people- of the vast Arche Seleukeia. We are the true children of Alexander, formed out of the bulk of Alexander's Empire by his able lieutenant, Seleukos. Our empire stretched from Anatolia to the Indus; our treasuries overflowed with riches from the bloated silk-roads; our vast army comprised the best of Alexander's veterans; nobody dared touch us. But things have changed. Your kingdom is under threat. To the west, the Pergamenics and the Makedonians; to the north, Pontos and Armenia; to the south, the Arche Ptolemeia; to the east, Arsacid Parthia. We even here of distant superpowers that one day may place the final nail in our coffin- we hear "Roma". Our lands have dwindled, great Arche. The Baktrian Kingdom has forsaken us, and we are no longer in contact with the rest of our lands, past Characene and Elymais. We no not whether they have survived, for we know of the threats posed by the Parthians, Dahae Tribes and Saka nomads.
Our once great armies have also dwindled, Basileu. All of Alexander's veterans are dead, or unfit for service. Our hoarding has cost us a well-trained and maintained army; we are reduced to our militias, bar our own generals' Hetairoi Somatophylake bodyguard, and the potential of a few expensive Rhodian and Cretan mercenaries. However, I, Arche, know rightly that it is time for the Seleucids to rise again, and claim what is rightfully ours- Greece, Macedonia, the rest of Anatolia, and Egypt. The Selecid Anchor of faith has not rusted and buckled yet, Strategos.
SpainHail, mighty warlord, and welcome to Iberia, battleground of barbarians! As you no doubt know, we Iberi, Celtae, and Celtiberi are proud of our warlike ways. As our leader, you must not only know this, but understand it well. We live to fight; we do not need to give a reason when we make war. We have fought with each other for centuries if not millennia, and only now do we begin to show a united front against the forces of evil. We no longer fight among ourselves- well, we do, but not so much, and it is nothing personal. We are an ancient people, descended from the first of the Race of Man who came out of Africa after the Great Freeze aeons ago and those men who had clung on at the feet of the Pyrenees and later recolonised the rest of our peninsula. We are hardy men, mighty warlord, capable of doing great things.
To command us, my liege, you must first tamper with the material of our world- as you are not just any warlord but an Overlord of Kings, this should not be too difficult.
ThraceWelcome to the Danube, river of wild terrain and even wilder men. The Thracians are not considered by Greeks to be a Greek people, but they have been influenced by many Greek ways- and have influenced the Greeks as well. The Thracians are a tough people in a hard land, and no easy pushover for anybody. They have a somewhat short roster of units available, but variety has never been a Thracian virtue. Battle, on the other hand, is a Thracian virtue, and these warlike people require a good general to lead them to eventual victory. Are you that warlord?
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