Port of Ostia 476 A.D.
General Septimus Severus sits upon his horse looking down the road toward Rome. Waiting. Waiting for the word he knows will come, and soon.
An imperial messenger thunders down the road toward Ostia. Pickets intercept the messenger and send him on to the General.
"Sir, Rome has fallen!"
"It is as I feared and expected."
"What shall we do?"
"What we have planned. We have no other choice."
The General turned and motioned to his aides,"Load them up, we're leaving."
"At once, sir!"
Hours later a fleet of ships swiftly leave the port, heading out to sea.
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Four Months Later
Off the coast of what would become Svealand
"Well, Severus, we're here. In this Godsforsaken land."
"Yes, Quintus. Finally."
"I know the council approved this plan, but we're so far from Rome"
"Exactly. We're behind the Germanic hordes that have broken the empire. We've become weak. We became fat and lazy, confident that our barbarian mercenaries would hold back the hordes forever so that we could further degenerate."
"We were the greatest empire the world has ever known."
"Were is precisely the correct word," Severus sighed,"We shall have to rebuild. In a different image."
"It will take forever!"
"Not forever, centuries of course,"Severus frowned,"But then, it took centuries to build the empire. Romans have the patience and the will. It can, it WILL be done!"
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August, 510 A.D.
"My son,"Septimus Severus whispered,"My time is near. You must continue the great work. Promise me!"
"I will, Father. I swear it!"
"Good my son. I knew I could count on you."
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November, 910 A.D.
"It goes well, Rollo."
"Indeed, Normandie has suffered many raids over the last few decades. We've also settled numerous villages along the coastline"
"Eventually we will complete our control of the area and push further inland."
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"Rollo, the King of the Franks has recognized our claim to Normandie"
"Indeed. That is very good."
"He has given you the title of Duke of Normandie"
911 A.D.
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Early 1066
"I am tired of the King. His demands grow increasingly intolerable!"
"Milord Duke, what choice do we have? We cannot go against the lawful King!"
"Bah, if we had the manpower, but we don't. However..."
"What are you thinking, milord?"
"England. Harold can barely keep hold of his crown and the land."
"You mean?"
"Yes, get transports ready. We shall invade England!"
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December 31, 1418
"Erik Olafsson, what is your final report? In a nutshell, please."
"Your Majesty. I must say that the current crown of England has forgotten who many years ago helped to put them on their throne or the ultimate goal we strive toward."
"So we shall have to start all over again. That is what you are saying."
"Majesty, I am afraid that is exactly what I am saying."
"Very well, no more shall we attempt to rebuild Rome by Proxy. From now one we shall do it ourselves!"
"How? Majesty."
"Build ships. Warhips, transports. A veritable fleet."
"To attack Rome?"
"Certainly not. One city is hardly worth the effort. We shall attack Portugal."
"It will take years for us to build the required ships."
"We have waited for centuries, we can wait a few more years."
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General Septimus Severus sits upon his horse looking down the road toward Rome. Waiting. Waiting for the word he knows will come, and soon.
An imperial messenger thunders down the road toward Ostia. Pickets intercept the messenger and send him on to the General.
"Sir, Rome has fallen!"
"It is as I feared and expected."
"What shall we do?"
"What we have planned. We have no other choice."
The General turned and motioned to his aides,"Load them up, we're leaving."
"At once, sir!"
Hours later a fleet of ships swiftly leave the port, heading out to sea.
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Four Months Later
Off the coast of what would become Svealand
"Well, Severus, we're here. In this Godsforsaken land."
"Yes, Quintus. Finally."
"I know the council approved this plan, but we're so far from Rome"
"Exactly. We're behind the Germanic hordes that have broken the empire. We've become weak. We became fat and lazy, confident that our barbarian mercenaries would hold back the hordes forever so that we could further degenerate."
"We were the greatest empire the world has ever known."
"Were is precisely the correct word," Severus sighed,"We shall have to rebuild. In a different image."
"It will take forever!"
"Not forever, centuries of course,"Severus frowned,"But then, it took centuries to build the empire. Romans have the patience and the will. It can, it WILL be done!"
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August, 510 A.D.
"My son,"Septimus Severus whispered,"My time is near. You must continue the great work. Promise me!"
"I will, Father. I swear it!"
"Good my son. I knew I could count on you."
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November, 910 A.D.
"It goes well, Rollo."
"Indeed, Normandie has suffered many raids over the last few decades. We've also settled numerous villages along the coastline"
"Eventually we will complete our control of the area and push further inland."
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"Rollo, the King of the Franks has recognized our claim to Normandie"
"Indeed. That is very good."
"He has given you the title of Duke of Normandie"
911 A.D.
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Early 1066
"I am tired of the King. His demands grow increasingly intolerable!"
"Milord Duke, what choice do we have? We cannot go against the lawful King!"
"Bah, if we had the manpower, but we don't. However..."
"What are you thinking, milord?"
"England. Harold can barely keep hold of his crown and the land."
"You mean?"
"Yes, get transports ready. We shall invade England!"
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December 31, 1418
"Erik Olafsson, what is your final report? In a nutshell, please."
"Your Majesty. I must say that the current crown of England has forgotten who many years ago helped to put them on their throne or the ultimate goal we strive toward."
"So we shall have to start all over again. That is what you are saying."
"Majesty, I am afraid that is exactly what I am saying."
"Very well, no more shall we attempt to rebuild Rome by Proxy. From now one we shall do it ourselves!"
"How? Majesty."
"Build ships. Warhips, transports. A veritable fleet."
"To attack Rome?"
"Certainly not. One city is hardly worth the effort. We shall attack Portugal."
"It will take years for us to build the required ships."
"We have waited for centuries, we can wait a few more years."
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