Later the next day, well after the partying in the tent had died down, the massive tent's table was swept clean of plates and food and it's fine silk table top replaced with a beautiful red cloth. Caesar sat at the end of the table, on his big throne.
It was the morning, and Caesar wanted to bolster his ranks. To do so, he began drafting letters to people of interest. Anyone who wanted to hold a position and have a hand in his rise into power and helping him creating a Totalitarian, Hereditary dictatorship would be welcomed.
'To all the people who read this, be you peasant, refugee, bandit or warrior, you are welcomed to join the red legion's ranks and creating a new nation. One where there is no such thing as personal wealth or individuality save for me to have them. There will only be a higher cause you commit yourself too. To that end, all able bodied men are asked to join. Women serve no role in our glorious campaign save to be servile and breeding tool's for our use.
If you want three hot meals a day and a woman to bed every night, speak to one of the Red Legion scouts. They will set you on your path. If you attack my men or betray them, I will hunt you down, find you, cut you up and feed you to the behemoth.
Penned by Lord Caesar of the Red Legion.'
Lord Caesar spent the next half of the day penning these letters. His cause meant much to him. He would only stop when he could no longer breath. His ambition would live to his dying breath.
It was the morning, and Caesar wanted to bolster his ranks. To do so, he began drafting letters to people of interest. Anyone who wanted to hold a position and have a hand in his rise into power and helping him creating a Totalitarian, Hereditary dictatorship would be welcomed.
'To all the people who read this, be you peasant, refugee, bandit or warrior, you are welcomed to join the red legion's ranks and creating a new nation. One where there is no such thing as personal wealth or individuality save for me to have them. There will only be a higher cause you commit yourself too. To that end, all able bodied men are asked to join. Women serve no role in our glorious campaign save to be servile and breeding tool's for our use.
If you want three hot meals a day and a woman to bed every night, speak to one of the Red Legion scouts. They will set you on your path. If you attack my men or betray them, I will hunt you down, find you, cut you up and feed you to the behemoth.
Penned by Lord Caesar of the Red Legion.'
Lord Caesar spent the next half of the day penning these letters. His cause meant much to him. He would only stop when he could no longer breath. His ambition would live to his dying breath.
