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The following was posted on /tg/:

"I think we can build a game on two simple concepts:

1) Ancient Roman Empire 2) Giant Mechs.

Doable?"

This is what resulted.

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Crunch

Current rules are allowed to change. All Dice are d10s. If rules aren't explicitly stated, it probably works with WHFB rules.

Stats

Every creature has a rating in each of the following attributes.

Move (M) - one point is one inch
Wounds (W) - health. Usually only a few.
Initiative (I) - dictates who goes first in a melee.
Morale (L) - used to resist morale effects, mostly.
Size (S) - Determines the size of the model's base and is used for damage.

Moving

Moving happens during the "Move" phase. Units move a distance equal to their "move" score, in inches. Measure from the front of each model's base. There are three unit types, and they use different rules.

Individual Units

This is any unit composed of a single model. Most secondaries and all primaries fit this category. They use no special rules.

Skirmishers

These units are comprised of multiple associated models. They use no special combat rules, but must remain close together at all times. When moving them, place them all within one inch of another model in the squad. When they die, remove them in a manner which does not violate this.

Formations

Formations are square groupings of models forming a unit. Each base remains parallel and touching other the other models. A row is a rank and a column is a file. A rank must have at minimum 5 files to count as full. For every full rank after the first, the formation gets +1 to their Combat Resolution score, up to a +3 bonus. For example, a formation 5 ranks deep and 5 files wide would get a bonus of +3 to combat resolution. The 5th rank does not contribute any bonus.

A formation that is attacked from the flanks or rear does not include this bonus when determining their final Combat Resolution score.

Advancing: Formations move in the direction they are facing. The line of movement should be perpendicular to the formation's leading edge.

Wheeling: Units pivot on one of their forward corners. When a unit wheels, the entire unit is counted as having moved as far as the outside model. Once a wheel is complete, the unit may use any movement it has remaining.

Turning: Units turn ninety degrees to either side, or turn to face the opposite direction. One inch of movement is used for every turn. A unit may turn multiple times in a single movement phase.

Reform: Units change formation. A unit can reform during its movement phase as long as it is not in close combat. The unit may be arranged into a new formation of as many ranks as the player desires, so long as none of the models in the unit move more than twice their movement rate. A unit that reforms cannot move that turns movement phase.

Fighting

The following is the rules for combat. Ranged attacks go through this process once for an attack. In a melee, use the Initiative rules.

Area Attacks: Area attacks are attacks are attacks which target a location, rather than a unit. Any units within the Splash Range are subject to this attack. Ranged Units may choose to use a volley, and make an Area Attack at a -1 penalty instead of targeting a unit. Some units may have an Area Attack as a special ability.

Dividing Attacks: When any single unit is attacking two or more units with the same attack, they divide attacks. This occurs when a melee unit is in base-to-base contact with two or more enemy units, or when multiple units are within the Splash Range of an Area Attack. When dividing attacks, decide how many attacks are allocated to each targeted unit. The sum of the attacks allocated cannot exceed the total number of attacks available to the attacking unit. You will perform these attacks separately following the steps as normal for each attack.

Initiative: In melee, the unit with the highest initiative goes first, followed by the unit with the next-highest initiative, until there are no units who have not gone. If in any case, Initiative is tied, the unit with the smaller size goes before units with equal initiative but greater size. If Initiative and Size are both tied, roll off.

To-Hit

Successfully hitting a creature requires rolling greater than a certain number, that number determined by the difference in attacker and defender tier.

-3 tiers down: All attacks hit.
-2 tiers down: success on a 2+
-1 tier down: success on a 3+
-Same tier: success on a 5+
-1 tier up: success on a 7+
-2 tiers up: success on a 9+
-3 tiers up: No attacks hit.

Add modifiers from gear or special abilities to this. One d10 is rolled for every attack. The number of attacks is determined by number of models in a unit; each one gives one attack plus any bonuses from weapons.

Wounding

Wounding is a process which comes in three steps, and is the way to kill models.

1. Do damage equal to Attacker Size - Defender Size. If this is less than one, do one damage instead. Note that many weapons add damage. This damage is added after a damage less than one is replaced with one.

2. Multiply damage by the number of successful attacks.

3. Deal wounds. If the defender is of the same or lower tier, one damage is equal to one wound. If the defender is of higher tier, it takes one wound for every 5 damage if the tier difference is 1, 25 damage if tier difference is 2, and 125 damage if tier difference is 3. Discard fractions.

If, at the end of this process, a unit has taken wounds equal to or greater than the model's wound rating, remove a model for each multiple of the wound value taken. Excess wounds are given to a surviving model.

Combat Resolution

At the end of the combat phase compare how many wounds were dealt by each unit. For each wound you add +1 to the Combat Resolution score of the unit. Which ever unit has the higher score wins the battle and the other unit must take a morale test to see if they break or continue fighting. This is accomplished by rolling a 1d10 and comparing the result to the units Morale value (In units that contain multiple morale values, use the highest value). If the result is lower, the unit passes the test and continues fighting. If the result is higher the unit fails the test and Breaks.

If a unit fails a break test they must, in the next movement phase, move d10 inches away from the unit that caused them to break. At the end of the next movement phase they may reform as normal.

Psychology

The following tests are all morale tests. When called upon to make a morale test, the player rolls a d10 for each unit making a test. If the roll is higher than that of the units Morale value, the test is failed. if the roll is lower, the unit passes the test. A roll of 1 is always a success.

Panic

A unit must take a panic test if:
1) it suffers 50% or more casualties.
2) a friendly unit within 6" is destroyed.
3) a friendly unit within 6" breaks from combat.
4) a fleeing friendly unit moves through the unit.

A unit only needs to take one Panic test per phase, even if there are multiple reasons to take Panic tests. If a unit fails a Panic test is must flee in the direction specified below. After this first flee move, the unit will then try and leave the battlefield as soon as possible. It will continue to flee towards the closet table edge until it leaves the battlefield or it rallies.

1) 50% casualties A unit must take a Panic test at the end of any phase (except the close combat phase) if it lost 50% or more of the models it started the phase with. If the test is failed the unit will flee directly away from the unit that caused the most casualties (roll a dice in case of equal number of casualties).

2) Friendly unit destroyed within 6" If a unit is completely destroyed, any friendly units within 6" of the destroyed unit must take a Panic test. Units that only had a quarter or less of their models remaining at the beginning of the phase, or single model units do not cause Panic. If the test is failed, the unit will flee directly away from the point where the friendly unit has been destroyed.

3) Friends break from close combat within 6" Test if a friendly unit with more than a quarter of its models remaining at the start of the phase within 6" has broken as a result of being defeated in close combat. If the test is failed, the unit will flee directly away from the point where the friendly unit had broken.

4) Fleeing friendly models move through a unit If a friendly unit with less than a quarter of its models remaining at the start of the phase moves through the unit as part of their flee move, the unit must take a Panic test. If the test is failed, the unit will flee in the same direction as their fleeing friends.

Fear

A unit must take a Fear test if it is faced by one of the following situations:
1) if charged by a Fear causing enemy.
2) if a unit wishes to charge a Fear-causing enemy.
1) Charged by Fear causing enemies.

If a Fear causing enemy unit declares a charge against it, a unit must take a Fear test to see if it can overcome that fear and take the charge. If the test is passed the unit can react to the charge as normal.

If the unit fails its test, the unit immediately flees directly away from the fear causing unit.

If more than one fear causing enemy declares a charge against a unit, the unit must take each test separately.

2) Wishing to declare a charge against a Fear causing enemy. If a unit wishes to declare a charge an enemy that causes Fear, it must make a test to overcome its fear first. If the test is failed the unit may not charge and must remain stationary in that movement phase. If the test is passed, the unit may declare the charge as normal.

Defeated by Fear causing enemy Units in close combat automatically fail their break test if they are defeated by an enemy unit that they fear. Note that a unit may pass its break test if it rolls a 1 on its fear test. This rule applies whether the defeated units have previously passed any Fear tests or not.

Terror

Units who are confronted by monsters or situations that cause Terror must test to see if they overcome their terror. If they fail, they are reduced to gibbering wrecks. Units only ever test for Terror once in a battle and then they are not affected again, even if the test is failed.

If a creature cases Terror, it automatically causes Fear as well, and all the rules deescribed for Fear apply. A unit will never need to take both a Terror and a Fear test from the same source - just take a Terror test. If you pass the Terror test you automatically pass the fear test too.As any unit only ever takes one Terror test in a battle, any subsequent encounters with Terrifying monsters or situations will simply count as Fear.

A unit must take a Terror test if it is faced by one of the following situations:
1) if charged by a Terror causing enemy.
2) if a unit wishes to charge a Terror-causing enemy.
3) if there is an enemy that causes Terror within 6" at the start of the unit's turn.

1) Charged by Terror causing enemies This situation is handled exactly as if the unit was charged by a Fear causing unit.

2) Wishing to declare a charge against a Terror causing enemy. This test is handed the same as if the unit wishes to charge a Fear causing enemy, with one exception: if the unit fails the test, it may not charge and must immediately flee in its movement phase.

3) Terror causing enemies within 6" at the start of the turn. A unit must test at the start of its turn if there are one or more Terror causing units within 6". If the test is failed, the unit will immediately flee directly away from the nearest Terror causing enemy.

Fear & Terror Immunity

A unit that causes Fear is not affected by enemies that cause Fear. Faced with an enemy that causes Terror, a Fear causing unit only suffers Fear, not Terror. A unit that causes Terror is not affected by Fear or Terror at all.

If a fear or Terror causing unit is fleeing the battlefield, all Fear or Terror tests are passed automatically.

Immune to Psychology

Units that are Immune to Psychology automatically pass all their Panic, Fear, and Terror tests and are not automatically broken if defeated in combat by Fear causing enemies, but takes the Break test as normal.

Unbreakable

Unbreakable units are Immune to Psychology, In addition, if defeated in close combat, Unbreakable units automatically pass all Break test, can never flee, and will literally die fighting under any circumstances.

Tiers

Units in Machina Dei all fall into one of three tiers: Primary, Secondary, and Tertiary. Each Faction has units in each tier.

Primary Tier

The Primary Tier is the most powerful of all tiers. Primary tier units are the upmost limit of power for a faction, and for many factions it is the first thing you think about when you think of them. It is rare for more than a one of these to be in an army, and many armies do jus fine without one.

Secondary Tier

These are the Mid-Level units. They often form the bulk of an army's capability, Almost all armies have a good handful of these.

Tertiary Tier

These are the weakest units that still have some augmention to them. While they're still much more powerful than ordinary civilians, they are vastly inferior to other tiers. Where they make up for it is numbers. Most armies will have more Tertiary units than any other type. In addition, Because of their numbers, Tertiary units can form formations.

Fodder

Mundane humans with mundane equipment, completely devoid any divine or supernatural blessings. These units pale in comparison to those of the tertiary tier and are only used in vast quantities. They count as a "quaternary" tier for the sake of to-hit rolls, but deal damage as though they were tertiary units. (thus, it does not require five successful attacks from fodder to wound a single tertiary unit) They are considered tertiary for the sake of effects that do not specifically state otherwise.

A group of 10 fodder would count as 1 tertiary.

Fodder (10): M3 W1 L4 I3 S1

Every 10 fodder would add 1 W to each group. So a swarm of 30 fodder would each be:

M3 W3 L4 I3 S1

Fodder have to take morale checks after losing 1/4 of the swarm.

1 damage dealt to a group of 10 would cause the corresponding proportional amount of loss of life, rounded as befits the decimal; the number left would be recalculated as an aggregate to determine the number of maximum wounds each group in the swarm has (0 to 10 = 1, 11 to 20 = 2, etc).

So in the example given before of a swarm of 30, each group initially starts with W3. If one group takes 2 damage and a second group takes 2 damage, that takes out 7 from the first group and 7 from the second group(6.66 rounded up). This puts the total at 30 - 7 - 7 = 30 - 14 = 16. Since this is between 11 and 20, each group now has W2 maximum (including the group that was not hit).

Factions

Every group with significant influence is listed here.

NO MORE FACTIONS ARE TO BE ADDED

Roman

The Roman Empire has endured for 800 years under the reign of one Julius Caesar. Upon his ascension to dictator, the god Jupiter descended to show his favor, and Vulcan bequeathed unto the empire hundreds of great suits of armor, many time taller than the tallest men. Caesar used these machines to expand the empire, and the followers of Vulcan learned to create lesser machines of this nature. Now Caesar is old, and his age is finally beginning to show after living for centuries. He has headed east to fight the Chinese, leaving Nero to govern Rome in his stead.

Special Rules

The Roman Legions are vastly different from the numerous other factions. Great hosts of disciplined soldiers is its trademark, drilled to unerring battlefield control and precision. As such, a number of rules affect Roman Legion units differently than those of other factions.

Manueovering & Formations

Wheel

Roman units, when preforming the wheel maneuver, only count half the distance moved when determining the remaining movement it can preform.

Turn

Where other units must spend 1" of their movement to turn 90 or 180 degrees, Roman units turn at no cost.

Change Formation

Like any other unit, a Roman unit may change its formation by moving models from/to its rear rank or reduce the number of models in its front rank. However, Roman units only surrender 1" of its movement to move five models, and 2" to move 10 models. This also means a Roman unit can move 15 models for 3" of its movement, or may move up to 20 models if the unit does not otherwise move at all.

Reform

Normally a unit may reform as detailed in the main rulebook. Roman units follow the same rules with a few key allowances: a Roman unit may still move up to half its normal movement if no single model moved more than it’s normal movement when reforming. If a model moved more than its normal movement the unit may not move further in that turn.

Declaring Charges

Roman units that contain models with Pilum may preform a shooting attack before their charge, but only if they are within half their charge range at the start of the turn. Additionally, all attacks against the targeted unit reduce the needed to-hit roll by one.

Primary: God Machines

These are the bronze warriors made by Vulcan himself. Each is the size of the Collosus, has the form of a man, and wields a sword and shield of similar proportion. A man must climb inside of one, through the mouth, to pilot it, directing it with the motions of his own body.

Secondary: Man Machines

These machines, while magnificent, pale in comparison to the God Machines. Where the God Machines are made in sleek imitation of human form, these are merely plated things in an upright form Gears and bars are visible through gaps in the armor. They too have sword and shield, though they are smaller. These are the bulk of the roman forces. Unlike other Secondary units, Man Machines can use formations.

Man Machines: 6M 2W 5I 6L S2

Tertiary: Lorica Faulta

Creating the metal warriors is not an easy task, and often it fails. The remainder is used for Lorica Faulta, or Failed Armor. This armor provides good protection, and lends weight to the blows of one who wears it, but it pales in comparison to even the Man Machines.

Lorica Faulta: 4M 1W 5I 6L 1S

Christian

Jesus Christ walked the earth freely seven centuries ago. During that time, He healed the sick, taught wisdom, and helped those in need. But he was also critical of the Roman Empire, and so Pontius Pilate, then magistrate of the lands where Jesus walked, sought to have him killed. A troop of Man Machines were sent to slay him, but any wound merely healed, leaving the Christ yet living and free to speak as he would. So Pontius Pilate acquired the services of 100 smiths of Vulcan, and constructed a great cross, with the power of the gods, that Jesus might be killed. And it was built towering over Jerusalem, and Judas, one of Jesus followers, delivered the Christ onto Pilate for 30 silver. Jesus took his place within the great cross, and was pierced through, and did not heal. But neither did Jesus die, and so he remained there. And so Paul, a follower of Jesus, went out into the lands to tell people the good news which Jesus had taught, and to oppose the Romans.

Primary: Heralds

At the beginning of the Universe, YHWH created divine beings to serve him. These beings were diverse in form, and mighty in power. Should many Christians die in the name of Jesus, these Angels may come to earth to vanquish the foes of Christ.

Special Rules: Roll a die for each tertiary christian who dies. add the results of those rolls up. At the end of each turn, halve the number from that turn. When you hit the target number, the Herald comes.

The following is an example: You paid for the angel Malachi. His target number is (let's say) 32. You start play without him. First turn, you lose two Christians, roll two dice. Let's say that's an 8. Eight isn't enough, so at the end of your turn, it becomes four. Next turn, you lose one christian to a lucky shot. Roll a 5. 5+8 = 13. Not enough. At the end of your turn, the five halves. Now it's 2+8, leaving you at 10. Your Christians charge, you lose six of them. Roll 6d6. Get 23. 23+10=33. That's enough. Malachi comes into play within his move distance from one of your units.

Secondary: Ascendants

A christian may be bolted into a machine, like the one which holds Christ, and by the power of YHWH be given a new angelic body. It is with no joy that a Christian does this, however, for a death in this form destroys the soul, and a Herald can not linger long on earth to aid those she treasures there.

Special Rules: Tertiary christians can be sacrificed during battle to bring an Ascendant into play. This allows you to pretty much play the Ascendant whenever you want - though it takes a full turn and can't be in melee - but this is still a bit of an advantage. Thus, angels have few wounds. If it takes 5 attacks to inflict a single wound from tertiaries, angels have 4.

Ascendants: 8M 1W 6I 8L S3

Tertiary: Christians

The Christians fight with the experience of a thousand lives, for they do not die. Indeed, many Christians still live that walked with Jesus. When a christian dies, she is reborn 3 days later. Scars remain, but YHWH gives his children new body parts should they lose some in his service. As a result, the oldest Christians sparkle with limbs or eyes made of lightning and fire.

Christians: 4M 1W 5I 7L 1S

Chinese

A vast empire governed by ritual and might the Thousand-Year Dynasties proclaim their rule by the Mandate of Heaven. An exotic nation far to the East, it is home to tall tales of unending numbers of tireless troops, monkey sages that trapeze off clouds and can kill a man with a touch, and hulking stone lions that gain life to defend the Forbidden City. Its capital is a bewildering combination of culture and conquest; for every nation under its authority, the Phoenix Emperor demolishes its capital and builds a full-scale replica in his own, consolidating power through the very ties that bind his enemies

Primary: Dragons

The dragons rarely deign to intervene in mortal affairs, but when they do, they bring great power into play.

Secondary: Jade Wagons

These heavily armored Jade vehicles have rockets on their sides, and roll on treads. The rockets are devastating weapons, as they launch with force vastly exceeding that of arrows, and can explode on contact, depending on type. They have a serious drawback, however: There are a limited number of them. When all rockets have been fired, the tubes must be reloaded with new rockets. It is rare that this could be accomplished during battle, and the only other possible manner of attacking is for the crew to fight.

Jade Wagons: 6M 2W 3I 5L S3

Tertiary: Terracotta Warriors

In the great ritual factories of the many river valleys of China, the low rumble of work can be heard night and day. Formed from the bosom of the Earth herself these Warriors are assembled from a variety of molds, armed with iron and even steel tipped with chromium as to not dull even after ten-thousand strikes. The vast numbers of warriors in China's armies are without count,

These are armed with pikes and cho-ko-nu.

Terracotta: 4M 1W 9L 3I 1S

Indian

As Rome expanded Eastward, they encountered India, then ruled by Ashoka the Great. Ashoka was tired of war, having conquered the nations surrounding India and found no joy in it. The advancing general asked that India become a territory of Rome. Ashoka, of course, declined. immediately as soon as word could be gotten to Caesar and back, the order was given. Invade. Ashoka was unwilling to fight the Romans, and they pushed deeply into Indian lands. Ashoka, however, saw that the invading general was cruel, and Ashoka was enraged. He once more took up the sword, and the Roman advance was brought to a halt.

This day much of India is in Roman hands, and Ashoka, once called Great, now endeavors to regain it through guile.

Primary: Avatars

Gods make forms of themselves to receive oblations and occasionally aid their followers. Though they lack the true force of gods, they are powerful by mortal standards.

Secondary: Siddhi Monks

Hindu and Buddhist monks who have attained some of the Siddhis. Some may change their sizes, or enter another's body, or fly or change one thing into another.

Siddhi: 8M 1W 7I 7L S1

Tertiary: War Elephants

Indian Elephants are used in devastating charges, and they can carry archers on their backs. Some are blessed with increased size or additional tusks.

Elephants: 6M 2W 4I 4L 2S

Celtic

Britain was a tantalizing jewel of shore of Gaul, and it was only natural that Caesar should lust after it. So Brutus was sent, as a reward for his aid uncovering an assassination attempt, to destroy the Celts, commanded by Boudica, who is growing more powerful (and more immortal) with each Celtic tribe she unites. He took a full legion, and invaded. But he was unprepared for what met him. His supplies dissipated, in small quantities, during the night. His men were harassed as they marched by blue-faced savages. More than one Man Machine was damaged by a falling tree. The men were quickly exhausted, and injured. And so when they arrived in a circle of standind stones, they were unprepared for what happened. The Machines stopped moving. Brutus set the smiths of Vulkan who had come to work at once. But the blue-faced demons burst from the trees, great clubs in hand. The soldiers drew their blades, but with mere mortal force, the blades glanced off the hides of the blue beasts as though they were cut from stone. the Romans were set upon, and defeated, even before the Treemen stepped out of the forest. It is said that Brutus' head still screams litanies of hate from the top of Boudica's spear.

Boudica was pleased.

A mere week later, she launched an assault on northern Gaul. The Romans there were caught by surprise, not having heard of the defeat of Brutus, and the Celts successfully seized an additional legion of Man Machines and established a foothold on the continent.

Primary: Treemen

Massive druidic trees covered in tusks, horns, and various charms. Animated by the elder Druids, the only ones powerful enough to supply the amount of power needed to create on and not have the life essence drained from him.

Secondary: Bronze Boars

The Man Machines taken at Gaul bear little resemblance to the originals, plant matter suffuses and powers them now.

Special rules: Due to the mass of plants and such growing on them, bursting through their armour, they take 6 hits per wound, unless the attack is fire based, in which case they take 4.

Bronze Boars: 6M 2W 4I 4L S2

Tertiary: Woaden

Warriors wearing Woad paint; it makes them supernaturally resilient. Swords glance of their sides.

Woaden Team with Druid - the druid can provide defensive and speed buffs to the group
Fae Blessed Woaden Team - this team has constant benefit of being under the watchful eyes of the eye, protecting them by tricking their would be attackers
Nature Blessed Woaden Team - this team has the benefit of being under the protection nature spirits protection, so as long they remain significant vegetation it will work to hinder their enemies

Special Rules: Woaden count as on tier higher for defensive purposes.

Woaden: 4M 1W 5L 7I 1S

Hun

Hun warriors share their bodies with creatures referred to as "spirit-kin". They're bizarre looking creatures with no real similarity or reason to their appearance, when they are outside of a body, but they are considered to be related to humans in soul if not in form. Attila, the current Hun leader, has several spirit-kin wives who share his body.

Huns will merge with a spirit-kin to augment their own powers in battle, and to provide the spirit-kin with a body. The spirit-kin can only endure for a matter of hours without a body to reside in, so they are very grateful for the Hun willingness to host them. They repay the warriors with beneficial mutations, be they as simple as increased size and strength, or more complicated, such as extra limbs, tentacles, mouths or eyes. This takes time, of course, so the oldest of the Huns are also the most powerful, and least human.

Primary: Old Ones

Bigger than most buildings, utterly inhuman.

Secondary: Spirit-kin

These are spirit-kin temporarily outside of their hosts.

Spirit Kin: 10M 1W 6I 4L S2

Tertiary: Warriors

Merged with a spirit-kin and mounted, they rely primarily on bows. Fairly similar to humans.

Huns: 8M 1W 4I 5L 1S

Mercenary Factions

Mercenaries are the factions which for whatever reason cannot form their own armies efficiently. They are considered Tertiary units, and may belong to any army.

Barbarians

The Barbarians live in Europe, in the lands under Nero's dominion. They fight through sheer force of arms.

Norsemen

Runic armor keeps their power from fleeing; it is used to wield immense weapons and kill things better.

Special Rules: Norsemen count as one tier higher for offensive purposes.

Rus

Bear cavalry. Halberds?

Gauls

Potion fueled warriors, see Asterix and Obelisk.

Arabs

The Arabs live in the middle east, behind Caesar's front line in China. They enslave beings to serve them.

Jews

Golems. They do not need to be driven, and are powered by the words in their heads.

Beduin

The Beduin use bound djinni for their purposes. Djinni have innate control of fire, and are composed of it. Long ago Solomon bound and commanded many of the djinn for his own purposes; whenever a djinn is found trapped in a bottle, it is likely Solomon who put it there. Of course it's been a thousand years since then, and though some djinn are still bound to rings or bottles or lamps, others have gained greater or lesser measures of freedom since then, and the Bedouin sorcerers often struggle to ensure that the djinn do not act according to their own wishes.

Peri

The Peri are spirits imprisoned in great iron machines to punish them for not taking a side in the war between good and evil. The Persians can repurpose these machines to fight the Machines of the Romans. Unlike other mercenaries, these are secondary tier units.

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-==Brother Anatole==
-Brother Anatole wiped the sweat from his brow as he kept watch on the narrow defile. The cliff fort, a long-abandoned brigand stronghold that was more cave than building, had served them well. They'd held out against the Romans for three days, and, Jehova willing, they had supplies to continue doing so for several weeks. Brother Elezar emerged from below and joined him on the battlement.
-"Any change?"
-"No. Since the assault last night, there's been no sight of them. Perhaps they're content to wait us out."
-"Then they may know the location of this place, but not the nature. The grain stocks are full, the spring sweet and ever-flowing. So long as the Romans do not breach the walls, we are as safe here as anywhere." Elezar chuckled. "Far safer than the streets of Jerusalem."
-Anatole shot him a stern look. "Do not underestimate the Romans. That they even found our stronghold shows that they are resourceful."
-"Or that we have a traitor in our midst." Elezar spat. "If so, may he burn in Sheol for all time. And may our blades send him swiftly."
-"Peace, Elezar. Did our Lord not say, 'Blessed are the meek,'? If Jehova wills it, it will be so."
-Anatole returned to his vigil, and Elezar turned to go and tend the wounded, then froze. He'd heard - no, he'd felt something, a vibration coming up through his feet. Like an earthquake, or many men marching in step. He turned back to Anatole. "Do you feel that?"
-Anatole's mouth hardened into a grim line. "They come again. Warn the others."
-Elezar raced below, and returned several minutes later with the contingent that manned the battlement. In the meantime, the vibration grew ever stronger, until it could be felt deep within the rock itself. The men prepared their weapons, as the priests prepared poultices for the inevitable wounded and blessed the fighting men. Finally, after an eternity of creeping dread, the first glint of steel could be seen at the mouth of the defile. Then the battle standard came around the edge and into full view. Anatole gasped and drained to a ghostly pallor.
-"Iesu save us, it's the Legio VIII Mechanicus."
-Several men groaned aloud as the realization of their imminent death hit them like a hammer blow. Now the monstrosities were in plain view. Twice as tall as a man and emblazoned with the Imperial eagle, these were some of the least of Rome's mechanical works. Still, they were more than a match for anything the Christians had at-hand, and would hew through them like a scythe through wheat. And the men that controlled them were battle-hardened veterans known for their savagery. They had just returned from the sack of Persepolis and had nothing but contempt for the undisciplined Christian partisans. There would be no resurrection for the men here; their bodies would be dismembered and burned, their sanctified tombs defiled. On they came at a near-parade march, as though this were a tree-lined Roman avenue and not a killing field. Behind and around them were the legionaires, looking like so many armored children beside the steel behemoths.
-As they closed, the defenders let loose with arrow and javelin. They wounded a legionaire or two, but plinked harmlessly off the thick steel carapaces of the great armored suits. The legionaires threw a return volley of javelins, and now it was the defenders' turn to bleed and die. A few men were struck, and a priest went down with a javelin in his neck, gasping like a fish in a net. The armored units had reached the wall and began hacking and battering it into rubble. Brother Baram, the leader of the men on the wall, saw the direness of the situation and ordered the use of their most precious weapon: several amphorae of Greek Fire. The legionaires scattered before the clinging liquid fire, but the armored units stood unfazed. One armored suit took a direct hit from an amphora and was set ablaze. It became a nightmare beast, a burning demon who implacably hammered upon the slowly crumbling wall. As the steel heated, it even began to glow and make an unearthly shrieking sound. Some of the defenders broke and fled at the sight. Eventually the armor fell and was still, but a dozen more still methodically went about reducing the wall to so much broken rock.
-Anatole stopped in mid-bowshot. A strange peace settled over him as he dropped his weapon and strode purposefully away from the face of the wall. He grabbed the highest ranking priest by the shoulder and turned him around. "Gather the elders. We must begin The Ritual with haste if we are to have time."
-A look of horror and shock crossed the priest's face. "Surely, brother, the situation is dire, but not so dire that we might need summon a Herald."
-Anatole shook his head no. "There is no choice. If we do not, not a man here will survive, nor rise again. We do this, and we do it now."
-The priest ran to pass word, and Anatole turned and shouted to the men. "Hold fast! Fight to the last breath, and you shall rise again to serve our Lord! Glory to God in the highest!"
-The men shouted back as one, "And to the risen Iesu!"
-The old stronghold was well-fortified, but even thick walls of stone could not resist the pummeling of the armored units forever. The wall buckled and fell, crushing defenders and opening a wound through which the Romans could pour. The Christians fought valiantly to defend the breach but were no match for Roman steel and the monstrous suits, which crushed man and rock alike in their effort to widen the hole. The defenders refused to fall back and were slaughtered where they stood. As the Romans gained the breech, the commanding centurion surveyed the scene before him.
-The wall and the cliff face created a courtyard that backed onto a cave. Christians continued to throw themselves fearlessly at the legionaires, fighting men and unarmed clerics alike, singing the praises of the risen Iesu as they died. Beyond them were a group of defenders, obviously elites, their battle scars declaring their hard-earned martial prowess. And beyond them, in front of the cave mouth, stood a single cross with Anatole crucified upon it, surrounded by chanting priests. The centurion shouted orders to his men to kill the man on the cross, but he was too late.
-Even as he spoke, Anatole screamed and pulsed with a blinding inner light. His flesh seemed to melt away and vanished, replaced by a pillar of white light. The light coalesced and took on the form of a two-story tall armored man with four wings, beautiful and terrible of visage. He reached into the empty air before him and drew forth a flaming greatsword. His mouth opened, and a voice like a trumpet thundered from everywhere, shaking the very foundations of the mountains and cracking the mortar of the stone wall. "YOU WHO WOULD SEEK TO DESTROY THE FAITHFUL, SHALL DIE TODAY!"
-The Herald lashed out with his sword and killed a half dozen legionaires in a single blow. The rest broke and attempted to flee, but were stopped by the bulk of the armored units pushing through the gap. The first armored soldier charged the angelic form alone and was neatly cleaved in two, sparks showering in all directions. Three more came on together, landing hits but not perceptibly slowing the Herald before being similarly dispatched. The remaining living Christians rallied at the sight and threw themselves into battle with a renewed fervor, all the while singing hymns of thanksgiving.
-When the battle was won and the Romans had all died or fled, the Christians gathered around the titanic angel. The eldest cleric spoke: "Thanks be to you, servant of Jehova, for your effort has saved us all."
-The Herald, in a far quieter boom, replied, "THE THANKS BELONGS TO ANATOLE, AND IT IS BY HIS SELFLESSNESS THAT YOU STILL LIVE. REMEMBER HIS NAME FOR ALL GENERATIONS, AND THAT HE UNDERTOOK THE GREATEST SACRIFICE IN SERVICE OF THE RISEN LORD."
-With that, his gaze turned skyward, and he dimmed and faded from view.
-Elezar fell to his knees, weeping openly. Baram placed his hand on the man's head and said, "Weep not for your lost friend, for he sits now at the right hand of Jehova. Weep for we living, who must continue to struggle against the might of Rome." He then turned and walked away, joining the priests in the duty of entombing his fallen men, that they might rise again.
-==Attila==
-Attila sat down by the river. Bleda was playing at politics again. It irritated Attila, for Bleda was given to error in this arena. No matter; Attila had a greater purpose for this time. The river would bless the tribe. Attila knew little of shamanism, but he knew more than Bleda, and one of them had to do it. Attila tossed the strip of horseflesh into the river. He said the words that Rugila had taut him before his death. The river spirit would come. Then, on sudden impulse, Attila stood, and cut his wrist, letting blood fall into the river. Stupid. Why had he done that; that was the wrong thing to do. Then a blade arose from the water, curved and cruel. It was followed by a sinuous black tentacle with a single eye. The sword and tentacle writhed forward to Attila.
-"Augh," Attila stepped away from the thing. A mouth formed about its midsection.
-"Please.. your world burns me... Give me shelter in your form! I'll bring you power in battle like no other man.."
-The thing was like no river spirit, but victory in battle was what Attila had prayed for.
-"Very well."
-The thing slithered forward, and with great sped it leaped into the Hun's body. It was gone for a moment, and then the curved blade sprung outward from Attila's flesh, forming in his hand.
-Attila heard that voice once more in his mind,
-"I shall henceforth be... the Sword.... of Attila."
-That was centuries ago. Attila had more of the spirits within him now. All the warriors had at leas one. The sword remained at Attila's hand - what was left of it. The arm had lengthened, becoming whip-like. The hand no longer had fingers, but was fused to the blade. And yet, it was the most human part of the body. The Blade still talked to Attila, of course. It was his greatest companion. And Attila was the Greatest being. The Romans would fall before his might. Soon.
-==Modun==
-Today was the day that Modun would become a man and join the likes of his father out on the battlefield. It was the day that he would be blessed by a spirit-kin of his own, a creature who would become his companion for the rest of his days. Needless to say, the boy was more than a little nervous. He'd heard many things about the merging - that it would hurt, that he might lose some part of himself - but, standing there surrounded by his kin, there was no backing out now.
-Modun gripped the ceremonial blade tightly as he slashes his wrist, letting the blood spill onto the drawings that had been made in the sand. He kept his gaze fixed forward, not daring to look down at the pool of blood that was forming at his feet, but, even so, he still saw *something* move at the edge of his vision. It was his spirit-kin.
-He felt something warm wrap around his leg. As he clenched his eyes shut, he could hear a voice speaking to him softly, as though from across a great distance. The voice was soft and feminine - surprisingly so. "Don't be afraid. I will give you glory."
-He opened his eyes and looked down, seeing a girl who looked to be about his age hugging him. He knew his eyes were lying, that this wasn't her true form, but he felt soothed nonetheless. In part because what he saw was familiar, but also because it was a good omen to see the kin's spirit and not their form. He knew then that he would become a great warrior, quickly outshining his father.
-So, while the merging hurt, as expected, it was a good pain.
-==Modun (Part 2)==
-As expected, Modun had become a proud warrior. He had fought many times against both the Chinese and the Romans, and they had been forced to reconcile with his formidable strength. In addition to being a skilled warrior, he was gifted with the truesight of a shaman - he could see beyond the flesh, into the souls of their spirit-kin.
-Of course, not everyone could appreciate his mysticism or his strength. Especially his third wife, Xiuxiu. She had been given to him as a gift from a nearby province that had recently sworn fealty to the Huns, and neither Modun nor Xiuxiu had been particularly happy with the arrangement. Modun because he had wanted to go to battle against them, and Xiuxiu because she found her new husband to be disgusting. Though, perhaps more accurately, she found his spirit-kin disgusting. The way the mass of flesh moved around his bodied and writhed just beneath his skin was something that deeply disturbed her.
-But, it was her duty. Not that she had the luxury of objecting anyway. At her young age, all Xiuxiu could do was to took comfort that her womb bought the lives of her people. So, there she lay, naked on the bed of a tribal warrior, waiting for him to consummate the contract between their peoples. Her mind wandered to the two wives that came before her; she had yet to meet either of them, and the girl idly wondered if they would get along.
-The door opened and she saw her new husband. Just as before, during the negotiations that sold her away, she could see that thing moving underneath the skin of his arms and neck. An unsettling bulge lay under his leather chestpiece, and she shuddered inwardly at how it would feel against her own body. She sat up, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them uneasily. Now that he was here, she felt much more anxious.
-He didn't look at her though. From what she could tell, he didn't even notice her existence, and, worst of all, she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She could see him muttering something under his breath - was he displeased by her appearance? Or maybe he was just unused to politics and courtly behavior; she had thought his home was remarkably simple for a man so high up in the world.
-Suddenly he burst out laughing, while he started to strip his clothing away. It was as though someone told a joke only he could hear. Then she saw it. For the first time, she was able to see clearly that thing attached to his body.
-Circling around his chest and back, as well as running up into his arms and legs was a moving mass of flesh. The skin over it was stretched taut, and she could see how Modun's skin hung slightly loose where the bulge wasn't present. She clenched her eyes shut and buried her face in her knees. "I don't want to be hear," she said quietly to herself.
-She felt the bed shift. "Me neither."
-She looked up to see Modun sitting next to her.
-"I'd rather be atop my horse, bow in hand, leading an attack on some city or fort." He looked up and down her body. "You don't have lotus feet."
-"The practice only recently started in my province... do you disapprove?"
-Modun shrugged. "I don't particularly care. It's just that the other Chinese wife has them."
-"Oh... how is she?"
-He shrugged again. "I don't talk with her. She belongs to Yuoh moreso than to me, anyway." Modun saw the confusion written across Xiuxiu's face and sighed. "Yuoh is my companion, a spirit-kin."
-"I... I belong to you, right?" Xiuxiu asked, hoping she wouldn't have to bring pleasure to the growth that writhed under Modun's skin.
-"Yes. I'd have let Yuoh have you, but she said your breasts are too small and your body is too frail. She said she'd break you if without trying. I wouldn't care, but Yuoh said it might lead to an unnecessary confrontation."
-Xiuxiu blanched at the thought.
-"Anyway, goodnight. I'm going to sleep." With that Modun lay down and turned away from her.
-"Err... it's our marriage night. Aren't you going to ... erm..."
-"I'll do it tomorrow. Now be quiet."
-Suddenly Xiuxiu heard another voice, or, at least, she thought it was a voice. The sound was harsh and made her cringe while covering her ears. She saw an eye open in Modun's back, it's cyclopean gaze fixed on her pained expression.
-Sleep did not come easy for Xiuxiu that night.
-==Marcus==
-Marcus hated living at the edge of the Empire, and had quickly come to regret moving to Armenia. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea. As a retired soldier, he'd be given a rather large tract of land he could live on and pass down to his children.
-But Marcus had no children as all the local women were too ugly to even consider the act. The land, while spacious, was difficult to work, and, worst of all, being at the edge of the empire meant he was last in line for the benefits of being Roman. This was especially salient now that there were reports of nomads from the steppes coming down from across the Caucuses.
-Nomads that ate the flesh of the conquered, and performed strange blood rites. Evil men whose hearts burned black with disease and death. They were subhuman scum not fit to see the splendor of the Empire.
-But they were ferocious fighters, and the Legionnaires were no where to be seen. Marcus considered packing his things and heading back to the Inner Empire. Maybe signing back on with the military as a mercenary. But, for better or worse, Marcus couldn't bring himself to abandoned his hard won land, as damnable as it may be.
-Early one morning, when Marcus looked out over the terrain as he did every morning, he saw them. Or, more accurately, he saw the smoke. The local township was burning, and the stench of death filled the air, carried to him by the wind.
-Hurriedly, Marcus went inside to fetch his sword and armor. If he were to die this day, he'd die with a fight - with Roman honor and a Roman flame burning in his heart, but something was off. His home felt oddly alien. Everything looked the same, and everything was in the right place, but he couldn't shake the feeling of wrongness. Ignoring the sensation, he quickly put on his armor, tying the clasps tightly before reaching for his sword.
-Then he felt it. Something latched onto his wrist. He saw it as well, but his mind refused to register the things appearance, so he wondered mutely why his hand had stopped short of the hilt. Outside he could hear the frenzied yells and blood curdling screams of things that should not exist on this world.
-"Yessss..." he heard someone speak. Their voice was painful to listen to. "I shall take you, but do not worry, human, I shall not devour your flesh like I did the others. You are more interesting than that. I shall make you mine." Marcus could feel it moving across his body, under the armor he had put on - armor that quickly proved useless against this assailant.
-He wasn't sure if it was fear, or something else that prevented him from moving, but Marcus was sure of one thing. He was not going to die this day, and, for the first time in years, Marcus began to cry.
-==Eric==
-A large group of men were sitting inside a cabin. Women brought them large mugs of mead and carried away the emptied vessels. At the head of the table was a large beast of a man wearing rune covered armor, and he sat on an equally impressive wood and stone throne.
-A man to the chieftain's right was speaking. "We should accept the job, Eric. They're offering us more gold and jewels for a single battle than we could make in an entire year working for either Nero or Boudica."
-"Has the glint of gold made you mad, Harald?" Another man at the table quickly interjected. "Eric, you know we can't work with those ... things."
-"Come off it, Ingvar. As unpleasant as they may be, you can't deny that they're giving us the world on a silver platter."
-"Yes, and I can see from the tarnish on that platter that this deal is poisonous."
-"Poisonous? Ha, have you had too much to drink?"
-Ingvar looked at his friend incredulously. "I should ask the same of you."
-"How is this deal poisoned? We're on for a single battle against a Roman fort in Georgia. We know just how poorly equipped that fort is because we've been inside to accept Caesar's coin. We won't even have to work with that many of the dirty bastards, since their main force is going to be preparing to besiege Tbilisi. We'll just be there long enough to get the Romans riled up and away from Attila's real target."
-"What you're leaving out is the risk to our minds and souls. You have seen those things. They aren't right in the head, and I don't want to catch whatever it is they have."
-"That's enough." Eric finally spoke up. His voice was soft, but it carried a sense of authority that instilled silence across the entire building. "The Huns may be peculiar, but they are still human... if only barely. We shall accept this job, and we shall carry it out with pride. Caution is admirable, but we are the Sons of Odin, and we will not shy away in fear like children afraid of the night. Prepare your things, we'll begin marching as soon as the snow has ceased."
-==Roman Patrol==
-A Roman patrol was marching through the forest. Several legionnaires wearing the unfortunately named lorica faulta accompanied by a dozen Man Machines. The path was narrow, but, for the most part, the men were able to remain in formation.
-"I hate this damn forest."
-"You and me both."
-"Eh, I don't mind the forest, but the women are ugly."
-"The wine tastes like piss, too."
-"Hey, that just means all the more for me!"
-"Why did a fan of Bacchus like yourself join the Legion in the first place?"
-"Yeah, shouldn't you be back in Rome or Athens?"
-"What, you guys didn't hear? Arturius got himself in trouble with the law. It was either Legion work or the arena."
-"... so why the fuck is he here? I'd sooner be in the arena than this hell hole."
-"Yeah, women love gladiators."
-"Alright, that's enough." The commander shouted out before giving a sigh. "I understand that no one wants this assignment, but we have a job to do, so act like Romans and show some discipline."
-"YES SIR!" The entire group responded in unison.
-The group of men continued their march, with the clanging of their armor and the occasional animal as the only sounds. But soon a large creaking sound broke the monotony.
-"Stand sharp boys! It seems we may have some company."
-Suddenly a tree burst from the side of the path, and a large wooden hand came crashing down, scattering the Roman soldiers around it.
-A call came out. "STAY. IN. FORMATION!" But, it was too late, as men covered with blue pain poured out from the forest. Their swords and axes quickly burying themselves in Roman flesh.
-The Man Machines were the only things to remain in their proper formation as legionnaires below them were divided, surrounded, and cut down. The men piloting the machines stood firm against the Celtic attackers, their resolve left unbroken by the sudden attack and damning odds.
-One of the pilots muttered under his breath while swinging his massive sword at an oncoming Woaden. The man's body being thrown against a tree where others would have been cut in two. "Oh, Jupiter, Romulus, Mars, Caesar... one of you help us!"
-A sharp snap rang through the air as light flashed in the shadows of the forest, and the large treeman who had been terrorizing the dwindling legionnaires exploded. Wooden sharpnel flew threw the air, piercing through Roman and Celt alike. Soldiers on both sides of the conflict turned their heads to the source of the light to see a collosal bronze man striding towards them, and behind the God Machine were a number of reinforcing soldiers.

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