![]() ![]() Our muster field cannot churn out more than Town Militia, but it will soon grow and churn out men worthy of battle. There are roads throughout the province, however. A large town it may be, but it has little more than a wooden palisade surrounding a governor's house and a muster field. But that is our future let us talk now of the present.Ĭroton lies near Sicilia, in the province of Bruttium. Greece is but a short sea voyage away, with its riches and art. This might seem like little compared to the lands of the other Roman Houses, but we do not intent to remain in those small lands. We rule the foot of the Italian peninsula, from heel to toe. We are the mightiest of the Romans, the only true Republicans, and the only faction one should ever consider leading. Green is the color of envy, as one might expect, and that is true- the others are envious of our strength and principles. We wear green cloaks, as opposed to the scarlet of the Julii or the sea-blue of the Scipii. Verily, it was our ancestor Marcus Junius Brutus who fooled King Tarquinus Superbus and cast that ignoble scion of the ruling family out of our precious polis to found the Republic. Our lineage is long and distinguished, rooted in the very essence of our esteemed Republic. In this virtual world, we are known as the Brutii. Ave, traveler, and welcome to the House of Brutus. ![]()
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