It was a sunny day in the Roman countryside... The royal navies were docked in port at Rome ready for battle, and just offshore in the Tyrhennian Sea -- trying to decipher their orders... Support... Army... Umbria... Genua. The captian toiled over his maps and scratched his head trying to make heads or tails... A messager arrived from the general in Umbria... But sir-- the vineyards of Aquelina are being thrashed by the Germanic hordes! The farmlands have been plundered, the livestock slaughtered... we must move now!

Young lad... Our order is Genua. We shall wait for clarification.

3 days later the Gaulish tribes led by Chief Rupertorix himself land in Genua, with not a soul to resist.

The Roman captain could but bow his head, knowing that many would now suffer for his indecisiveness. He looks up sheepishly to the sky in reverance... to see the clouds darken, rolling in from all sides... and a CRAAAACK... Rips thru them across the water... The flash of a thousand lightning bolts lights up the sky for but moments... and the entire fleet at sea is left but a smouldering layer of ash floating atop the waves.

As the clouds part, the captain bows his head once again for he knows he will have much to repent, much to prove.

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Rome fails to order a disband and so the Tyrhennian fleet gets the axe... or in this case -- the bolt.

Also disbanded is the Germanic army in Iaz, and 3 new units don their battle gear for Sir Rupertorix of Gaul...

Tribes of Germania: Remove A Iaz
Tribes of Gaul: Build A Bel, F Nar, F His
Rome: *Defaults* Remove F Tys

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Enjoy,
-mike