The remaining rebels don't threaten our supply lines in fact as we march towards Sertorius our supply lines shorten.
 
Just for the record, how far is the valley from Atellus current position? Because I get the impression that the main rebel base must not be that far from Geminus' camp.
Travel distance is not really the issue here. The issue is that attacking the valley could lead to either a prolonged siege or a costly assault ('Heart of Steel' trait makes it difficult to quickly break his army).
After that we woud still have to clean up the rest of the army and bring at least some order to region. If you don't intend to do the last two, then you really shouldn't bother with the valley of the Vulturnus in the first place. According to our latest information, Tercerian is barley keeping his army together and is in no position to expand into the territory around it.
 
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Given that Tercerian's forces outnumber us and are likely dug in I'd like to avoid getting into a fight with him right now. The fact that Sertorius wants us to reinforce him now also means we can't afford to spend to much time cleaning things up. I suggest marching back to Bovianum leaving our wounded and our weakest cohort there with Rufus to ensure nothing all to unexpected comes up while we're away. If everything goes well they can get a good start on rebuilding the roads and continue securing our supply lines. Then once Sertorius beats the main rebel force we can come back with the entire legion and finish off Tercerian while outnumbering him.
 
[] Kill them all.
--[] Have them executed by your men here and now.

This was a routine occurrence in Antiquity, there was no default code of honour of keeping prisoners of war alive. After a hard and bloody grind like this battle it was a near inevitability that things like this would happen.

I see this as a sacrifice of gratitude to Mars.

It would satiate the bloodlust of our soldiers and further forge our bonds with them.

We have a golden occasion to start gaining the loyalty of soldiers to us personally, we should make the most of it.

A 150 slaves is not worth that much at the financial levels of legions. Like, we have 20 legionnaires for each slave, it's an extra pay bonus, not a fortune. It's penny-wise and pound-foolish.

Absolute veto against crucifixion, it goes completely against the counter-insurgency doctrine we have followed for this campaign.

EDIT: Actually slavery is the choice with most disadvantages, see further downthread.
 
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Not sure what I want to vote for yet, but a small payday makes sense. Probably leaving our injured plus one of the reduced cohorts behind also.

Very strong update though, especially the sacrifice scene. The whole thing was very well written.
 
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Killing them is just a waste of money, sure not a massive fortune for our legionaries but who doesn't like a small bonus.
 
Holy shit, this roll:
Manuvering: 1d20 +2 (Accomplished Military) +0 (Average Command) + 1 (Gift of Minerva) +1 (Competent Subordinates) +2 (Numerical Advantage) = 26
versus
Manuvering (Gemino): 1d20 +4 (Renowned Military) +4 (Renowned Command) +1 (Competent Subordinates) +2 (Home Turf) +3 (The Oracle's Warning) -6 (Outnumbered) = 12
Resounding Victory
We rolled a Nat 20 here and it gave us a +4 (and Gemino a -4) for the rest of the battle. So, many rounds would have been lost or a lot closer, if we hadn't been this lucky at the start.
Gemino even had the better overall modifiers than us for this... +8 for him vs +6 for us.
 
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Killing them is just a waste of money, sure not a massive fortune for our legionaries but who doesn't like a small bonus.

It's not.

It's what the soldiers want.

If we want whole legions loyal to us, we have to show willingness to follow their will. That what we want is what they want.

This choice is a choice where blood is worth infinitely more than gold.
 
Before you is a great bull, bound and tied with strong leather cords, itsit's dark eyes flickering back and forth frantically.

Your mind flashes back to the last time you saw a bull bound in such a manner, during the Rite of Gradivus that won the legion its name.
yes do this more

You attempted to levy the nobles for their mercenaries and personal guards in order to defend Bovianum and itsit's outskirts while you were gone, but despite Himatus' fervent advocacy for you and your cause, the selfishness of the Samnite nobles proved too strong.

It was even further improved when the Gaulish messenger you sent at full speed to Sertorius returned nary forty-eight hours later with a cohort at his back -- the fighting Seventh, but at itsit's head, no mere centurion. Indeed, who else arrived to your aid but Lucius Proculus Mercator. Though Sertorius could not spare the deadly first cohort or even one of itsit's centuries, the primus pilus had apparently appealed to the Legate to be allowed to lead the reinforcements personally.
 
The soldiers don't necessarily want BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD.

No, they want it because it's what happens to humans in the heat of battle, they want to kill the enemy, because they saw their comrades slain in front of their eyes. (though we should absolutely not discount in-game supernatural effects)

Also, the Samnites want to be killed too. True followers of Gemino would rather die standing on the battlefield than living in chains.

Too squeamish to go through with it? Fine, then choose to free them. Make a speech about our great mercifulness. This might actually win us some goodwill. Some may even switch allegiance, and having former rebels as advisers could be a crucial benefit. But that's uncertain, they could go back to the maquis just as well.

The slavery option is demeaning and humiliating. From a hearts and minds point of view, it's barely better than crucifixion. Actually it may be worse because crucifixion at least has a deterrent effect. It will not do any favours for our reputation among the Samnites. What a way to show them we want them as allies and not abject vassals. It's a dishonourable and shameful choice. It will probably bite us in the ass down the road, say if there is massive slave rebellion, in oh a decade and a half or so, and its genius gladiator leader has access to experienced warriors with a deep personal grudge against Quintus Cingulatus Atellus.
 
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The siblings Mars and Minerva each gave the boy Atellus a gift. Means to finish a journey and Rome herself is the destination.
 
These are Roman soldiers that have no particular reason to hate these enemies more than they would others and when in doubt soldiers always want more loot.
 
These are Roman soldiers that have no particular reason to hate these enemies more than they would others and when in doubt soldiers always want more loot.


Yeah, but we have 150 potential slaves, give or take a few (that either die of their wounds, manage to escape, commit suicide or are made an example for their peers), how much money would that mean, practically? and then we need to divide that by our men, and at different shares due to rank, so I think it is going to be a negligible amount.
Making slaves out of them might be a more profound message than crucifixion, though. if you oppose Rome, death won't be your end, but servitude. for a people that seem to have a fondness for a death goddess, that could probably be the ultimate insult

The romans don't do human sacrifice. It's seen as barbarian.

Dunno, didn't they did one after Cannae? sure, that is over a hundred years in the past, but it isn't that long ago
 
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It's not.

It's what the soldiers want.

If we want whole legions loyal to us, we have to show willingness to follow their will. That what we want is what they want.

This choice is a choice where blood is worth infinitely more than gold.

Where in the update does it say the soldiers would prefer killing the captured over selling them?
 
Dunno, didn't they did one after Cannae? sure, that is over a hundred years in the past, but it isn't that long ago
That notable exception, the response to which is used as evidence for a general distaste for the practice, is mentioned in the first line of the thing I linked.

Still, my phrasing was innacurate. It would have been better to say that there was a cultural stigma to it, no that romans "didn't do it".
 
Starting with the epically successful augury to the tune of the Voice of Mars, this has been a great update. It was too bad about the Noble levy, but perhaps our results will speak for themselves. And yeah, Mercator came back to settle some old grudges with an additional cohort. Considering the limited size of the battlefield and fairly small army sizes, the Battle of the Tabelline Pass was fairly epic. Gemino was the superior commander, but Atellus' Gallic cavalry won an incredible scouting advantage, which allowed him to seize the initiative and negate Gemino's defensive advantage, partially by using his overconfidence against him. Pompolussa took the Second, our best troops, to start the battle and drawing aggro forcing Gemino to react.

Now forced into a field engagement, the Samnites' blood is up and they are in it to win it, even managing to drive Pompalossa back. All according to keikaku. Atellus springs the trap: a massive flanking attack from where Gemino had expected a frontal assault. The Gallic cavalry smash into the Samnite rear lines, followed by three two cohorts of Romans, and it is only through Gemino's rapid reaction that his entire army did not crumble. Despite Atellus' army decisively winning the scouting and maneuver, the legendary Samnite tenacity comes into play; the battle dissolves into a back-and-forth grindfest for several long hours. It is only with Mercator's charge to glory that the Samnite morale breaks, turning into a rout. Gemino leads a breakout with a small force, likely the core of his veteran bandits, but Atellus runs him down with the Gallic cavalry.

Reading the first and final meeting between Atellus and Gemino gave me chills. Two men, fated enemies, set as foils to one another. One defeated, but defiant, the other, conquering astride a horse. Old and young, both clever commanders, one a legendary enemy of Rome and hero of Samnium, the other, a young Roman officer, enemy of Samnites who have won over their most intractable tribe. In the end, mutual respect, and "if only you had been one of us, victory would have been possible." When it comes down to it, perhaps it was how they viewed the other that made the real difference. Gemino, having received the prophecy from the sibyl, viewed Atellus as a fated foe, one capable of unmaking him. The outcome of a battle between them was in contention. While Atellus may have seen Gemino as his enemy, he knew Mars rode with him, and victory was assured. Gemino was a problem that needed to be solved, and it was not through personal fighting prowess, but stratagem, maneuver and betraying what was expected of him. While Mars rode with Atellus today, Minerva stood beside him always.

As an aside, Venixmaeus has a keen eye and a hell of a throwing arm, throwing a spear "halfway across the battlefield" and hitting his target in time to save Tercerus from a terminal case of sword-to-the-back (a worse ailment than arrow-to-the-knee). It's a good thing he is old, since he'll never live down the fact that he owes his life to a Gaul.

Getting to the options, what we do with our prisoners ties into our next move. Freeing the prisoners and securing the western towns might have good synergy. Field execution or crucifixion would make an example of them, or rile up the Samnites even more. Selling them into slavery would improve our finances and standing with the legion, but we must also consider the PR angle. Is it vae victis, and does that benefit our image of stern but fair? "You rebelled, I captured you, off to slavery you go." I'm not really feeling any prisoner choice in particular, so as a write-in:
[] Decimation: Have the prisoners draw lots. One in ten draws a short straw, and his lot-mates are to beat him to death. The rest may return to their homes.
Decimation is absolutely a Roman thing, and this is a symbolic acknowledgement that yes, you are now Romans, and you shall do Romans things. Since the victims are selected at random, they cannot be singled out as martyrs. Things left to chance were left to the will of the gods. "Are you arguing that the gods chose wrong? Are you saying that the Romans can deceive the gods? That's blasphemy! There's no way the Romans could do something so epic." "Plus, the Romans let nine of ten go, that's way more merciful than we expected from Romans." Also, the Romans aren't doing the killing in this instance, this makes the Samnites complicit, and their own sense of guilt may restrain them from future action. It is both mercy and cruelty; it is an execution reserved not for rebellious slaves, but for soldiers (citizens or future citizens).
 
I'm against the prevailing mood here re: the rebels. Yes, yes, in antiquity murdering your captured or selling them into slavery was quite common. But I don't think that gruesome murders or cruxifictions will subdue the Samnites. Sulla was fond of such things, and yet he failed to bring these people to heel because their heart of steel fears no corpses.

But what did subdue them? What did we speak of at the Assembly of the Elders that convinced these men, long deeped in bitterness, to lay aside their dead and their lost to embrace a Roman peace? Food, peace, sons who did not have to grow up fighting an eternal war. The way to subduing the Samnites lies not in the stick, which we have demonstrated by defeating Gemino, but in the carrot.

Let the men go. A few hundred leaderless rebels will make no grand difference even should they turn to banditry and if they do so, after mercy from Rome, will rightly lose all native support for their cause. Gemino and those who supported him feared that they would be made slaves if Rome conquered, and being merciful and generous now is a good way to allay those anxieties. We should also go and properly bury Gemino, for he was a worthy foe.

[] Free them, and order them to return to their homes and farms. With Gemino gone, they are no longer a threat.
 
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The morning wind howls in your ears, and the chill, unseasonable for this early in the year, bites at your skin. You stand atop a jagged outcropping of rock some fifteen miles from the Valley of the Vulturnus. Before you is a great bull, bound and tied with strong leather cords, it's dark eyes flickering back and forth frantically. Your mind flashes back to the last time you saw a bull bound in such a manner, during the Rite of Gradivus that won the legion its name. It seems like it has been a lifetime since then, and you hardly feel as if you are the same man you were then. It has only been five months, but you would swear on all the gods that you have marched through Samnium for lifetimes. You have seen men die, felt the crunch of bone beneath your sword, known the slick feel of blood under your feet. There are days as if you feel when your life ended in that temple, and you were reborn under the red auspices of Mars.
Ah, I honestly regret that we never could put more emphasis on the worship of Mars. But alas, other things always got in the way. Besides, those auguries are cool as hell even without that.:cool:
Mars. The god of War. Mars, bloody-handed and storm-eyed. Mars, who the legionnares say marches with you to end Gemino once and for all. Mars, the soldier-god to whom you and your officers have gathered here on this hill to appease, to beg for victory, to catch a glimpse of what is to come. In war, it always comes back to him, it seems. The Samnites call him Mamercus, the Greeks Ares, but every man who holds a sword knows him as their patron.
Gaul, Samnite, Roman, Greek, all are people with different languages and they know him by a different name. But they know him, because war is as unseparable from man as Earth is from the sun.
And war is what Rome is. As seen here in Augustus' character sheet:
What does Rome know of peace? She is a thing of war.
As Poronius, the augur you brought with the cohorts, prepares the bull for sacrifice, you offer your own quiet prayer to Mars. He has shaped you, changed you, molded you these last months. And he has guided you here, to the eve of battle. You ask him to guide you one more time, to lead you to victory over Gemino and his rebels. Even as your prayer drifts to the heavens, even as Poronius draws his blade across the bull's throat, the howling of wolves splits the morning air, a ferocious baying that rings in the hills. The augur's eyes widen, and he falls to the ground in prostration.

The prophetic meaning of the moment is not lost on you or your officers: the wolf is Mars' sacred animal, and the patron beast of Rome herself. Mars has not just sent a sign, he has sent the sign. And to the superstitious soldiers of the legions, to the soldiers of the Sixth Legion Gradvius, named after Mars himself, that can only mean one thing: Mars is with you. As one, you and your officers fall to your knees with respect. Still, the wolves howl, their voices sounding like trumpets in the air.

Then, something you cannot name drives you to rise from your feet. Almost without thinking, you draw your spear, and, stepping forward, dip it's point in the growing pool of the bull's blood. There is silence for a moment, and then, almost as one, Tercerus and Pompolussa rise and follow your lead. One by one, the officers of the Sixth rise to dip the points of their spears in the blood of the sacrificed bull. A few minutes after the last centurion dips his spear, the howling of wolves begins to subside, and in moments, it is gone.

The stunned augur rises shakily to his feet, but he says nothing. There is nothing he needs to say, for the omen is readily apparent.

The god of war rides with his Sixth Legion.
So GODDAMN COOL.:D
(Mars is totally jealous that the voters didn't choose his gift and shows us now what a mistake it was.)
The Augury (Poronius): 1d20 + 2 (Accomplished Prophecy) = 22
Needed: 10
Legendary Success


You got a natural 20. Again.
....I need a drink.
I drink to that!
Before the augury, you spent several days gathering up all your troops, recruiting your forces, and deploying your auxiliaries and allies. You attempted to levy the nobles for their mercenaries and personal guards in order to defend Bovianum and it's outskirts while you were gone, but despite Himatus' fervent advocacy for you and your cause, the selfishness of the Samnite nobles proved too strong. What if Gemino came for them, they said, while the Romans were off on a wild goose chase? What if the legions abandoned them altogether to go fight their war? No, they insisted, they needed their forces.
What if the legions abandoned you? Are you for real? We've been chasing that man since we came, you really think we just pack and leave when we don't catch him now and let all our effort go in vain?:rolleyes:
You were forced to instead deploy the semi-trained auxiliaries from Aquilonia to protect the homelands of the Pentri alone, an unfavorable thing. However, your mood was considerably improved when Himatus nonetheless contributed the entirety of his household guard to serve as a scouting force. It was even further improved when the Gaulish messenger you sent at full speed to Sertorius returned nary forty-eight hours later with a cohort at his back -- the fighting Seventh, but at it's head, no mere centurion. Indeed, who else arrived to your aid but Lucius Proculus Mercator. Though Sertorius could not spare the deadly first cohort or even one of it's centuries, the primus pilus apparently appealed to the Legate to be allowed to lead the reinforcements personally. When you questioned him on this, the centurion merely greeted you with a wild grin and told you that he and Gemino have a long-standing debt which must be settled.
Mercator is here, ready to smash some fools.:cool:
And I'm starting to like Himatus, I hope for some cool interactions with him in the future.
Gripping description of the battle.
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But you feel it pounding in your heart, that same red fire kindled in the Temple of Mars all those months ago, the same fulfillment that fills your heart when you duel in the forum, the same certainty that you were born for this, that this is in your blood, in your flesh. You are a Roman, and Mars himself thunders in your veins. This...this is what you were made for. The song of battle. The rhythm of the blade. The smell of smoke and death on the wind. This --the legion's line, the shine of spears in sun, the sound of steel on flesh -- this is Rome.
...
Thrilling description of the battle.
Oh boy, I hope we start paying respect to both Minerva and Mars who are clearly our patron gods. And maybe Apollon, too, considering we tend to roll that goddamn high on important speeches.
"So. You win, boy." His voice is tired, very tired, and for the first time you are truly cognizant of the fact that your great enemy is a man perhaps a decade or two younger than Tercerus, if that.

"I win."

"I am but a single man. The Samnites will always rise up to violent purpose against Rome." His voice is strained, as if he's trying to convince himself.

You chuckle, at that. "Your people have bent knee to Rome, Samnite. They see wisdom in ending this farce of war."

"He who chooses slavery is still a slave. And that is what you bring, Roman, make no mistake: slavery. You will choke my people for their gold and their food, and when you are done you will still take their lands from them, and the Samnites will be no more."

He pauses, and for a long moment, he looks almost regretful. "Would that you'd been born a Samnite. We might have stood a chance."

You don't know where the words you speak next come from, but as you speak them, you know you mean them.

"Would that you'd been born a Roman."

Gemino chuckles, at that.

"Bend the knee. Submit to Rome, and I will show you her mercy." Mercy, until he can be judged in Rome, of course. Sertorius would well appreciate the leader of the western rebellion in chains.

The old Samnite just sighs heavily and raises his sword high, sliding into a battle stance.

"Damn the Sibyls." The old rebel's words are almost a whisper, and you frown as you try to puzzle their meaning. Then, before you can even think to react, Gemino pivots his blade and shoves it through his stomach.

The man who has been your greatest enemy these last months falls to his knees, his grey eyes still fixed on yours.

"I die a free man and a Samnite. Choke on your mercy, Roman." With that, his proud features go slack. His eyes, still, empty, and wide, gaze into yours for a long moment before you turn away. They stay with you for a long time.

So passes Gemino of the Pentri.
We did what Sulla could not. And in the end, I'm not even angry with him. Pass on, Gemino of the Pentri, we could only triumph through numbers.
Our first great enemy beaten on the battlefield.
With his death, his forces are broken once and for all. What is left of his shattered army goes to ground, the peasants returning to their farms and homes, while the few living rebels scatter, likely to devolve into banditry or petty brigandry without Gemino's guiding hand. The dead will take days to count, and the injured weeks to heal. Pompolussa was heavily wounded in Gemino's rout, and Tercerus and Mercator both have a few more scars for their respective collections.
Makes me think we want to go to Bovianum first, and also to indulge us with a small victory parade through a jubilant city. The man who starved the people is dead.
Spoiler: Battle Rolls
Holy shit, some of those rolls...
912 Military XP Gained!
(3895/10000) to Rank 14
1230 Combat XP Gained!
(1230/10000) to Rank 11
1000 Command XP Gained!
(5,323/6000) to Rank 6
It's rank 7 for command. We are already on rank 6. (Theoretically we are close enough to buy the rank up, but since it won't provide us with a better modifier it's unnecessary.)
[] Turn and march immediately for Nola, in order to reinforce Sertorius and the Hirpini in the siege.
[] Turn to pacify the western towns that supported Gemino, and ensure that the entire region is solidly under Roman control.
[] March for the Valley of the Vulturnus to finish what you started and destroy the rebel presence in in western Samnium.
[] Return to Bovianum to better tend to the injured, and ensure that the supply lines stay secured.

Captured Enemies
You have captured roughly 150 survivors of the Samnite army, either those who surrendered or were captured while fleeing. What do you wish to do with them?

[] Sell them into slavery, both increasing your own personal coffers and gaining more money for the legion.
[] Free them, and order them to return to their homes and farms. With Gemino gone, they are no longer a threat.
[] Kill them all.
--[] Crucify them along nearby roads as examples.
--[] Have them executed by your men here and now.
[] Write-In
Ok, pacifying the towns would be nice, but since we'll move to Nola soon we would either need to station men here to protect them from the predation of the Vulturnus rebels, or leave them to their fate afterwards. We can save them once we are in the clear in the south. Or we tell the Pentri to do it, but who knows how that turns out.
Marching into the valley with our wounded? To fight a rather unimportant battle in the grand scheme of things? Pass, Tercerian will get his when we are done with Meddix.
Bovianum I favour. Don't want to lose Pompolussa.

Also, not in favour of killing, it's not like we didn't already make a statement of how we bring law to these lands. Either we let them go or sell them into slavery.
Unless someone has a better idea.

(Also we want to be at Nola before our augury runs out.)
 
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