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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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A Leap of Faith

While Marcellus had defeated the Eastern Roman forces under the command of Yazdegerd in Italia, Constantius was circling the outpost where the Magister Militum of the east and his army were located. The defenders of the fortress had already fallen by the time Constantius arrived, and their enemies had made use of its natural defenses to catch a breather. 

Upon noticing this, Constantius was forced with two options, to lie in a wait, and hope that Durio's army would abandon the fortress in pursuit of their next target. Or lay siege to the weakened stronghold and kill the man where he stood. 

Ultimately, the roman legate pulled out a solid gold solidus and flipped it. Whatever side it landed on would determine how he would proceed. Though the coin fell to the floor in under a second, the duration of its drop felt like a lifetime.