Augustus Equitus walked outside the palace main room and onto the balkany and gazed at the mountains in distant, covering the setting sun. He thought, about how his predecessors got this far. Civil Wars between families weren't uncommon for emperorship in Itaily, but he was scared that he had actually won. Roam was his now, he had taken it with the support of his legioneighers. The empire was his to control, the Roaman ponies, the wealth, all his.
There was one problem: stagnation, the Roamans havent expanded much since conquest of Prance, Jerustable, and Carsage. Eventually, the griffons would move in from the east and turn much of the northeastern empire will be in dissaray. The last heir had plans to defend the Germaneigh area, however, Equitus threw out those ideas, wanting his dynasty to be original. The words whispered in his head Nothing lasts forever. "Imperator, the person who you summoned is here" Equitus turned around to see his servant and nodded.
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Posted 08 November 2011 - 01:02 AM
Bucephalus was guided into the Grand Palace by the servant. The letter had arrived at his doorstep in Atpens a few days after Equitus had claimed the seat of Roam. Bucephalus knew why he was here, the stagnant empire would soon collapse if it didn't oppose its nomadic border enemies. He had been able to lead 2 successful attacks into Racian land and expanded into Mesapotamia in the far east. To keep the empire alive and growing, Equitus would need his expertise on both military and governing a vast neightion. The servant moved him onto the balcony and he spied to new emperor with his red pelt, braided golden mane, and golden eagle cutie mark. "You paged me, emperor?"