-----Gaul,They would rather lie slain in battle than lose the freedom gained by their forefathers,My legions march north.The night grows long and the wolf grows hungry.Rome demands blood.I wiil be outnumbered.The valour of my men stretched to breaking.The enemy?Merciless..The Senate expect defeat.Yet the goddess Fortune favours the bold.They must be Divided,Scattered,Conquered.I will trade their blood for power.