Gotta go now, but I'm going to post my pics for now so that when I come back I can just add the text.
And please, I hope you guys make your own AAR's because I'm not very good at them. Use FRAPs.
Gisgo sighed as he sat in his room. He hadn't moved to the capital yet, and didn't have a proper ceremony. But he didn't care for any of it. After being sent to Rome, Athens, and finally Alexandria to get a proper education, he understood where the Numidians standed. They could barely be called a nation. They occupied a huge land mass compossed of nothing but void. To attempt to glorify him as an leader of equal standing to other leaders was laughable.
But that will all soon come to change. He knew there was an opening for him and his country to sieze power and to become respectable.
Carthage, is already doomed to ruin. They are too splintered, too divided. It would have been better for the nation to have abandoned their colonies and concentrate their forces in Carthage and perhaps Sicily. But now their capital is left undefended, and they are the enemies of many.
And soon they shall have one more.
Gisgo chuckled, but it was not a confident one, but a nervous one. Not because he particularly feared failure and its consequences, but because for some unknown reason, he feared the success and glory that would come of it. That something he thought was unthinkable and impossible, would actually occur. As if he was allowed to preform a miracle, become immortal, or even meet god itself. Such absurdities actually being within his grasps, and the fact that he would then have to weild it...
A crazed laughter echoed throughout the villa.
Captain Bodeshmun ordered his men to make camp at a crossing on the Medjerda river. That way, they would have access to food and water, and if the Carthaginians attack them for their transgression, they would be able to defend the river.
He did not like the Roman man. He claimed to come for the interest of the Numidians, but why would a Roman care about the Numidians? Why would they care so much for them, when they don't care for the Guals, the Greeks, and the Carthaginians?
But he cannot disobey his king. Looking down across the river he sighed. Bodeshmun could feel that he was to be responsible for many things, death, among one of them.
The army was ready to move out. They reached the city unopposed, only meeting a few villagers, farmers, and travelers who failed to run to the safety of the walls.
The scene was quiet, almost peaceful. The city was barely defended, with only a few soldiers seen on the wall. Bodeshmun sighed as he ordered his men to make camp and to begin assembling the siege towers. As few flesh stood in their way, their swords and arms were powerless against the grand stone wall of Carthage.
It was strange though, as Bodeshmun sipped on his canteen. The quiet and peaceful atmosphere failed to convince the captain and his men, what truly happened. That it had finally begun.
War.
