The young emperor awoke in his tent, yawning and stretching his arms out wide. One of his slaves, a Greek named Alexandros, spoke to him, "Emperor, the Legates demand a meeting, they say that the Barbarians have appeared over the horizon.", the emperor responded, shocked that the Barbarian armies would arrive near their camp this early, "Very well, you are dismissed for now Alexandros.". The Greek slave nodded and ran off as the emperor got dressed for the council of war. Emperor Felix had assembled 5 legions and marched north for months to deliver a fight to the Germanic Barbarians who opposed him, mainly, Lord Regent Elthibar Fitzherbert of the Coronans. The Lord and the Emperor were... very different to say the least. None of it mattered though, now a battle was coming, a battle to decide the fate of these two nations.
With his armor on and a large gulp of water, the emperor met with his Legates to plan strategy. The Emperor walked in the battle tent and greeted his L