These come from the wildest regions next to the empire's borders. A conflict looks inevitable.
Nowadays many warriors refuse to see the thrilling and exciting part of the art of fighting. Armors are useless if between you and your enemy there's the finest celtic iron blade, forged to dance to the music of battle.
Strong, proud people shall not starve in the cold wildlands. Snatching land and food from weak, insolent people is justice, and justice is relentless like the freezing winds from the north.
Romans come here like they are the hunters, how much more of their own blood they need to see to understand who's the prey ?
She had to learn how to protect herself first to protect her tribe. The only ones who will need protection now will be her enemies.
The forest whispers she wants to taste the blood of the strangers, the wind screams that change is drawing near. Ruin to all who will defile the sacred land of the gods.
Somebody told him romans shall be feared, somebody told him romans slayed a million strong warriors all across the southern world. But ,until now, these short, dark-skinned men covered in metal gave him nothing to fear about.