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Heir of Aurelian

The year is 407 AD and Rome is at the precipice. In the West, a usurper by the name of Flavius Claudius Constantinus has declared himself emperor. By doing this, he and his traitor legions have fractured the Western Roman Empire into two. At the same time, the north bleeds! Countless germans swarm across the borders of the Empire and pillage its lands in their ruthless raids. Alaric, King of the Goths, rises to a position of prominence and threatens the ancient capital of the dying Empire with his barbarian hordes. As if things weren't bad enough, rumors from the east state that a mysterious power rises within the fogs of war, threatening to drown the Empire in a river of blood. As a response to these threats, the indolent emperor Honorius has given orders to his supreme commander Flavius Stilicho to reclaim the province of Gaul from the usurper. However, should he leave the heartland of the Empire undefended, undoubtedly Alaric would invade. Thus, under the threat of barbarians at the gates, Stilicho dispatches a young roman general by the name of Titus Claudius Marcellus to bring an end to the reign of the usurper. Will Rome fall to the tides of barbarians and traitors alike? Or can Marcellus restore a world collapsing around him? Find out in Heir of Aurelian!

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The War Begins

Months passed since the negotiation took place between Marcellus and Yazdegerd. As time flew by, the military buildup on the borders of Illyricum continued to escalate. During this time, Marcellus had spent as much money as possible equipping his armies with the best weapons, armor, and training they could get. 

By now, the western Roman Army had roughly one hundred thousand men, supported by eighty thousand foederati. Though much of the western forces were centralized in the troublesome provinces of Gaul and Britannia. Marcellus had ensured that a healthy amount of soldiers were in Illyricum and Italia, waiting for the day Eastern Rome bared its fangs. 

Today, on the edge of Illyricum, was just an average day, both the west, and eastern roman empires had their soldiers stationed across from one another, gazing across the distance between their encampments, and hollering at one another, daring each other to make the first move.