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Prologue
I was the time of Rome, economy was peaking, soldiers were fit and strong and cities were booming. An empire stood on the outskirts of Rome. It was called the Gellarium. Feared by many, this civilization grew.
Sir Jack Gellar III lead this nation. He left his throne to his son brought forth by his lovely wife Judith. Ross Gellar, a new king rising. Also a daughter that was left behind in her brother's glory. Monica.
The Gellarium was one of the largest cities in all of Rome, it conquered and seized area after area. Captain of the Gellarium Army, Ross Gellar lead this march. Though a small town on the outskirts of the Gellarium stood.
It was the tribe of the Twelve Horsemen. More entertainers than warriors, always gloating, or putting on a show. This tribe was lead by Joseph Tribioni. Agriculture grew swiftly there and it was peaceful more than anything. Until the day to come arrived.
The sound of the horses hooves pounding the ground was like thunder. The Gellarium marched forth to the quiet town, they wanted land and crops. They sped on. Slaying the ones who stood to fight, and capturing the others, mostly for what the Gellarium was famous for, Gladiator battles.
A simple farmer was captured that day, Chandler Bing, friend with Joseph. Joseph was the only of the twelve leaders to escape the town. Leaving behind many innocent people.
Chandler to this day rots in a cell, waiting to be called with the other civilians they call warriors. His first battle is still to come.
Ross Gellar was soon to take the throne, and with his wife to be Rachel Green, a royal daughter from the West. Monica still struggled in love, but she had hope. And Joseph still strides for his freedom, his hunt was not forgotten.
The Gellarium had grown since the day, one month ago, when they had slew the Eleven Horsemen and taken the all the people, a lot has changed, yet a lot had stayed the same.