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Our chief negotiator вЂ“ a man called Theodobald who has a mind like a weaselвЂ™s and a tongue like a viperвЂ™s вЂ“ is waiting somewhat more patiently to carry out your bidding, in his southern country villa.

#War of the gods rome 2 mod crack

Berig the spy awaits instructions near the Tyras border some distance south of the Sarmatian capital in case the king wants him to go north at once, while my friend Hunimund the assassin thinks high command is wasting his time by holding him back at the northeastern Carpathian pass instead of telling him to go crack some heads in places like Vicus Sarmatae, Sirmium or Constantinople. Our agents stand ready and raring out there. Now that we have had a brief overlook at our fledgling kingdom and the neighbouring peoples, I shall give you a layout of the agents and armies we currently command. Through the western Carpathians lie the foul Iazyges, whose still-unconquered and stinking fields are not much better than our own, and thus have been left alone by the Romans living further to their west, even if the Iazyges themselves do not usually do the same in return. The short eastern shoreline of our kingdom has little use other than to provide a means of sea trade with our neighbours, though we have neither the ship-building expertise nor the enthusiasm to learn it. Even further north lies a broad expanse of wilderness interspersed with few patches of grasslands, on which the Vandal tribes once grazed their herds for a time. Other peoplesвЂ™ lands lay to the northern fringes of our realm, chief of all the steppes-roving Sarmatians whose main town can be reached after a few daysвЂ™ ride from the Tyras. As we set up the main town of Colonia Dacia as our new capital, the Romans fled back south across the Danube with their fine togas on fire, re-establishing the great river as their empireвЂ™s new frontier, which now bordered our young kingdom вЂ“ an act we hope to provoke again soon. It was taken after a hard war of large and small skirmishes, raids and border actions that finally forced the provinceвЂ™s abandonment. The Kingdom of the Goths was built on the former Roman province of Dacia, a place our forebears found in their long journey from our peopleвЂ™s poor ancestral homes up north. Speaking of which, perhaps it is time we look at our realm, and see where we stand amongst the big throng of tribes north of the EmpireвЂ™s Danubian borders. The hideous bastards call themselves the Huns, and from the reports we have so far, they number hundreds and thousands of horse-masters and foot-borne warriors вЂ“ much more than any of the northern tribes can handle alone, which is why they come asking for our aid against the eastern menace. The tribal embassies from the north bring disturbing news: a new people from the steppes has arrived in the Ocean of Grass, displacing the entire host of the Vandals along with half the Sarmatians in the process, and may be looking to shoo the Roxolani and their herds away too. King Ermaneric is uneasy, for once in his long reign.

I was notified by the guard of the new advisorвЂ™s arrival, so I came to see who it was that could be the one to deliver us from disaster, and to acquaint him with the status of our kingdom. Leovigild, the royal steward you just met, sent for your lordship to come to the kingвЂ™s halls because he thought your counsel might finally hammer sense into Ermaneric and his great lords. Ermaneric is an efficient and decisive man, but even the cleverest of rulers will have trouble leading the kingdom away from ruin when self-serving serpents whisper poison into his ears. GutГѕiuda Гћiudinassus is in chaos these days, which is not surprising when the king has swine by his side instead of real advisors who know what they are doing.

Introductions and other such meaningless niceties aside, it is time we get down to the purpose of your coming, lord. Being ErmanericвЂ™s household troops, we follow him everywhere, both in his many victorious wars and the negotiations that punctuate them вЂ“ with the Romans, Sarmatians and sometimes the Vandals too. I am a warrior of the Goths, and in case you do not know, I command the chosen guard of our mighty and respected chief, King Ermaneric, as with the long line of Segimerus who had always commanded the bodyguards of the lineage of kings.

My name is Segimerus, son of Segimerus, who was the son of another Segimerus.