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.