Post by Eadfearth on Feb 18, 2008 12:14:08 GMT -5
A horn was blown in the city of Bearns, one that had not been heard for years. But it was familiar, the whole town's population recognized it. The town quickly went into uproar messengers were sent out to the nearby fortresses. The troops were to be mustered, 600,000 men to be exact. They were to meet at the town for of Macromanni in South Germania. A force to be reckoned with, one that would not be defied. That same day Eadfearth proclaimed who they would go to war with and why. Who? The country of Thrace. Why? Germania had been inactive, it seemed like the world was at war. A war that seemed to be caused for a race of power, and if they did not act now. By the end of the war they would be the weakest Nation. Which was not Tolerable. The Celts of Germania had always been feared, and that would not change any time soon. In a matter of weeks the Army had been Gathered. Three hundred thousand strong, made for war. Eadfearth had arrived at Macromanii ahead of time, to make sure all went well. He rode ahead of the whole force of men on his black steed. His horse turned to face the large army. It would be impossible to address the whole group, but he would try. " Men of Germania, this is a time of war!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "If we do not act now, the war will be brought to us. My father, united our tribes as one. It does not matter where you hail from. We are all brothers! The men of Thrace are weak, we are not. The weak drown, the strong live. This all I have to say, The men of Germania are strong in morale and do not need an inspirational speech. To war!" He shouted, followed by a roar of his army. His horse turned to face the opposite direction, and he thrusted his sword forward in the direction of Thrace. It was the sign to march.
