Alternate History Vivat Stilicho!

ATP

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Well there's an obvious solution. Don't waste time, let alone a lot of effort spreading hatred and venom over irreverent details. Of course that would mean the church having to consider the needs of the people rather than its leading members jockeying for personal power and that's pretty much impossible in any power bloc, let alone one that is fundamentally totalitarian. :(
But church consider needs of people - precisely,need to save their souls.As long as they belived in Jesus,they must fought for true doctrine.
Only in our times sects could change teaching to made people happy - but only becouse those sects do not belive in Jesus anymore.
 

stevep

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But church consider needs of people - precisely,need to save their souls.As long as they belived in Jesus,they must fought for true doctrine.
Only in our times sects could change teaching to made people happy - but only becouse those sects do not belive in Jesus anymore.

No. What your describing is the need for an institution [or people in it] to control its subjects. Assuming for the moment that a creator god exists do you honesty think that he cares exactly the language and interpretation of how he's worshiped? Any rational and moral god would instead be disgusted that elements claiming to speak in his name are seeking to divide and abuse his worshipers on petty basis simply to maintain/increase their power and influence. Doctrine is a conceit and invention of assorted church establishments as a way of controlling people.

According to Jesus himself, if we assume the bible is accurate on what he said, he only required that you love god and respect your neighbours. So continual bickering on convoluted interpretations of him and of god, let alone what wording or other attributes of worship is directly contradicting HIS teaching. Its noted that Jesus never taught hatred or intolerance of others and the only time he displayed anger was in the temple at Jerusalem, which was due to the established priesthood seeking to milk worshipers of funds for sacrifices and money lending, which is the same sort of BS that every established power structure eventually ends up doing.

I'm not sure if there's an established 'Christian' sect that actual gets that close to Jesus's actual ideas as described in the bible and definitely none of the big ones, Catholic, Orthodox, the main Protestant groups. That's why power and the prestige of the institution generally takes priority, at least at high levels, over the actual needs of their followers.




 

ATP

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No. What your describing is the need for an institution [or people in it] to control its subjects. Assuming for the moment that a creator god exists do you honesty think that he cares exactly the language and interpretation of how he's worshiped? Any rational and moral god would instead be disgusted that elements claiming to speak in his name are seeking to divide and abuse his worshipers on petty basis simply to maintain/increase their power and influence. Doctrine is a conceit and invention of assorted church establishments as a way of controlling people.

According to Jesus himself, if we assume the bible is accurate on what he said, he only required that you love god and respect your neighbours. So continual bickering on convoluted interpretations of him and of god, let alone what wording or other attributes of worship is directly contradicting HIS teaching. Its noted that Jesus never taught hatred or intolerance of others and the only time he displayed anger was in the temple at Jerusalem, which was due to the established priesthood seeking to milk worshipers of funds for sacrifices and money lending, which is the same sort of BS that every established power structure eventually ends up doing.

I'm not sure if there's an established 'Christian' sect that actual gets that close to Jesus's actual ideas as described in the bible and definitely none of the big ones, Catholic, Orthodox, the main Protestant groups. That's why power and the prestige of the institution generally takes priority, at least at high levels, over the actual needs of their followers.
If Jesus do not existed or do not resurrected,you are right - but we all should care about what is good for us in this life.For state it means being destroyed in few generations.
But if Jesus LIVES ,then Christian state must support right doctrine.And those states who cared,survived as long as they cared.
Or exist as empty schells conqered by poor goat herders,like Sweden.
 

stevep

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If Jesus do not existed or do not resurrected,you are right - but we all should care about what is good for us in this life.For state it means being destroyed in few generations.
But if Jesus LIVES ,then Christian state must support right doctrine.And those states who cared,survived as long as they cared.
Or exist as empty schells conqered by poor goat herders,like Sweden.

Where does Jesus say doctrine is more important than belief or decent behaviour towards others? Probably his most famous parable, of the Good Samaritan is actually a clear rejection of that viewpoint.

By your definition there is a correct doctrine, which may not be the one you think it is ;). Furthermore that anyone who hasn't followed it to the letter is doomed to eternal torture for reasons that may well be beyond their control. Your saying god is willing to persecute people forever simply because they happened to live somewhere where whatever doctrine he decides is important isn't known, no matter how moral and loyal to god they have been throughout their life. To me that would be an evil god not worthy of respect let alone worship. More likely, as Jesus says, god isn't interesting in all that dotting of i's and crossing of t's and is more interested in whether people leave good and moral.
 

ATP

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Where does Jesus say doctrine is more important than belief or decent behaviour towards others? Probably his most famous parable, of the Good Samaritan is actually a clear rejection of that viewpoint.

By your definition there is a correct doctrine, which may not be the one you think it is ;). Furthermore that anyone who hasn't followed it to the letter is doomed to eternal torture for reasons that may well be beyond their control. Your saying god is willing to persecute people forever simply because they happened to live somewhere where whatever doctrine he decides is important isn't known, no matter how moral and loyal to god they have been throughout their life. To me that would be an evil god not worthy of respect let alone worship. More likely, as Jesus says, god isn't interesting in all that dotting of i's and crossing of t's and is more interested in whether people leave good and moral.

Bible alone do not work - like protestant 20.000 or more sects show.You must have one doctrine to build state on it
i belive,that Jesus EXIST and created HIS CHURCH,which mean catholic doctrine.If you ask why,read cardinal Newman book,he is better then me.

But even if Jesus do not create church,state still need one religion to exist for more then few generations.Becouse you need religion to say what is moral - otherwise you could not prosecute cryminals,and without that you have anarchy,not state.
 
450: Roma, O Roma

Circle of Willis

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The middle decade of the century began not with a fiery, furious explosion nor even a deadly whisper, but the scurrying of two rats. Shortly before winter turned to spring and the snows melted to uncover the growing grass, Orestes’ treachery was found out despite all the efforts he had undertaken to deflect Attila’s dread eye onto the Ostrogoths after – of all things – a case of mistaken identity, where one of his spies handed a handwritten report concerning a planned Hunnish raid on Emona[1] to the identical twin of a Dalmatian spy in Majorian’s service. Unfortunately for the Pannonian, this twin was actually a notary in service to Attila, having joined the khagan for much the same reasons he did (survival, wealth and power) and secured a comfortable posting for himself from which he could administer the western parts of what used to be Roman Dalmatia. Unwilling to rock his own boat, this collaborator promptly reported the message to Attila, who then connected the dots between the increase in failed raids on the Western Empire and Orestes’ convenient revelation of Vandalarius’ own treachery.

When Orestes heard that Attila wished to ‘consult with him on certain important matters’ not from a messenger, but a troop of armed soldiers standing outside his villa by Lake Pelso, he figured the game was up and immediately tried to flee. As he was outnumbered 20:1 by the Hunnish soldiers sent to arrest him and they had surrounded his residence, he did not get further than five steps before being knocked down, beaten and bound in chains by them. Only the wrathful khagan’s intent to personally and excruciatingly kill him over at least a week for his betrayal prevented them from simply gutting him then and there. However, as the Huns rode back toward Attila’s mobile capital (which at this time was located east of Aquincum), they were waylaid by Orestes’ brother Paulus and the dozens of bucellarii bodyguards he'd hired. The Pannonian pair next immediately fled to safety beneath Majorian’s wing in Noricum that spring, avoiding settled areas and not daring to show their face to any Hun – not even after Attila had his sons burn down their family villa and massacre the servants they had left behind there in an attempt to draw them out.

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Paulus the Pannonian coming to his brother's rescue

Once Orestes and Paulus reached Majorian, the Comes Illyrici sent them onward to Ravenna, where they were received into the Western imperial court by Augustus Romanus. When messengers from the court of Attila arrived to demand the slippery Pannonian brothers be handed over for his harsh judgment, Romanus decided that – between his rebuilt forces, new barbarian federates, and alliance with the Eastern Romans – it was high time for civilization’s fateful rematch with the Hunnish savages by protecting these men, though he did not personally like the turncoats for he knew they only joined him after Attila stomped on Orestes' ambitions. The Hun envoys returned to Attila, who by then had moved his residence southwest toward the old Dalmatian border, with an answer Romanus had chosen to recall the defiant words of Leonidas the Spartan nearly a thousand years prior: 'Come and take them.'

However, as Romanus called the war machine he’d spent the last few years frantically rebuilding and his Eastern allies into action, unforeseen problems emerged to thwart his initial plans for a rapid two-pronged assault on and victory over Attila’s realm. The first was that the first son of the Visigoth king Thorismund was born early this spring: however the experience was a harrowing one for both mother and child, even by the standards of Late Antiquity, and for a week it seemed that neither the feverish Queen Leudesinda nor the sickly newborn boy would survive. As the medicus was unable to improve either of their situations and his own Arian confessor grimly informed him that he’d at least be able to reunite with them in Heaven, after four days Thorismund turned to the Hispano-Roman cleric Severian, Baurg’s Ephesian (as adherents to Roman Christian orthodoxy were now called after the Second Council of Ephesus) priest for help, and swore on the latter’s Bible to abandon his heresy if God delivered his family from death’s grasp.

For the next three days the king spent nearly all of his waking hours in the Ephesian church, praying on his feet or on his knees with or without Severian at his side, rarely eating or drinking and yet constantly sweating heavily due to his great anxiety. In the end, their prayers were answered; Leudesinda’s situation began improving while the royal child, though still weak, had lived longer than the medicus dared to hope and no longer seemed to be in imminent danger of death. Whether this was a genuine divine miracle or simply a bout of luck with nature, the overjoyed Thorismund kept his word and immediately arranged for his baptism into the Ephesian orthodoxy, soon to be followed by that of his wife and little Roderic (as he’d named his new son and heir). But though this was considered a miraculous sign of the rightness of their cause by the Ephesian clergy & Hispano-Roman majority (both within and outside of the Visigoths’ new domain) and obviously an occasion of great personal importance to Thorismund himself, the conversion did not sit well with the Arian Visigoths, not many of whom immediately followed their king’s footsteps. Many of the more hard-line Arians openly flocked to the side of Thorismund’s brother Euric, and they refused to follow Thorismund when he received Romanus’ summons. Until that situation could be resolved, whether with intimidation or a clash of arms between the Balti brothers, the Visigoths’ fighting strength was essentially paralyzed.

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Thorismund's Hispano-Roman subjects welcome his conversion - alas, the same could not be said of many of his Visigothic ones

Regardless of the lack of Visigoths in his army, Romanus knew he had already cast his dice when he refused to hand Orestes and Paulus over to Attila, so he committed to the offensive in hopes of throwing the Huns off-balance. At first the Western Augustus had good reason to be optimistic: he, and his army (largely comprised of Italian legions and the remnants of the Dalmatian ones, as well as substantial Gallic and Hispanic elements) were welcomed as liberators in Tarsatica[2], then swatted aside the first Hunnish response led by Ellac and Dengizich outside Senia[3] and divided – Romanus and Majorian continued down the Dalmatian coast, once more raising the chi-rho above town after town, while Aetius took much of their cavalry (including all of his vaunted Hun-trained Gallo-Romans, and the few actual pro-Bleda Hunnish exiles themselves) and gave chase to the sons of Attila northward to secure the Western Romans’ flank. Though outnumbered both times, he still defeated all three of them twice more, first at Andautonia[4] and then again at Aquama[5].

While the Occident was making its initial advances into Hunnish territory, the East too rumbled into action. With the Sassanids recently defeated and impoverished by both their crown prince’s outrageous ransom and the need to pay the Eftals tribute, Theodosius had felt safe in moving much of his military strength to the Hunnish border. Once the spring rains began to abate Aspar, Anthemius and Zeno launched a large offensive from Thrace and Macedonia to drive the Huns back to the Danube, defeating the Hunnic army under Attila’s last living uncle Oebarsius[6] and Edeko the Scirian in the Battle of Stobi on May 1; Oebarsius laid among the fallen by the day’s end, while the Scirians and Thracian Sclaveni were forced back to the Danube in the aftermath of this defeat. Attila’s tarkhans Onegesius and Skottas[7] were also defeated at Scupi a few weeks later, allowing the Eastern Romans to recover almost all the territory they had lost to Attila in short order.

But as spring turned to summer and Attila marshaled his forces for a massive counteroffensive, a sudden crisis brought the Eastern Romans’ movements to a screeching halt. Theodosius II unexpectedly died from drunkenly stumbling down the stairs soon after watching a chariot race on May 29[8], leaving no sons or brothers to succeed him: at the time of his death, the last of the male Theodosians was 49. Anthemius, as the husband of his only living child Licinia Eudoxia, was the most obvious candidate to succeed him – but Theodosius had refused to officially designate him (or anyone else) the Eastern Caesar, no doubt resentful at how such a gesture would be an implicit admission that he could not father another son, and Aspar had plans to put someone more pliant than the energetic and strong-willed Anthemius on the Eastern Roman throne.

While Theodosius’ corpse was still cooling, Anthemius hurried back to Constantinople from the Danubian front as Patriarch Flavian, Paulinus & the women of the Theodosian dynasty openly backed his claim to the vacant Eastern throne, and Aspar & Chrysaphius plotted to put the former’s subordinate Marcian[9] in purple instead (Aspar was tempted to seize it for himself, but was aware that he – an Arian Christian – would never be accepted by the urban mob of Constantinople). To achieve this outcome, they sought to seize control of the capital with three legions whose legates they’d bribed, waylay and murder Anthemius before he reached Constantinople, and force Pulcheria to marry Marcian at swordpoint so as to give him a dynastic claim on the Theodosians’ throne. Nothing went quite according to plan: the legionaries mutinied against their officers at the passionate exhortation of Flavian & Paulinus (the latter was promptly stabbed by one of the treacherous legates in the ensuing fracas, and did not live to see his killer lynched by the loyalists minutes later), Anthemius tore through the Alan mercenaries Aspar had hired to ambush him in the Thracian countryside, and Aelia Eudocia and Licinia Eudoxia had Chrysaphius arrested after a rival eunuch denounced him as the engineer of this failed coup.

Aspar survived partly due to his strength and the respect he commanded among the Eastern army (making his removal impossible without risking a civil war or his defection to the Huns, both of which Anthemius understood to be certainly fatal developments at this time), and partly by blaming Chrysaphius for everything, ensuring the eunuch’s immediate execution – much to the especial delight of the Dowager Empress, who had had no choice but to put up with her late husband’s increasingly blatant affection and favoritism toward the fallen cubicularius until now. Marcian – who had not even been aware of the plot being orchestrated to crown him emperor at all – successfully begged Anthemius for mercy, sufficiently persuading the new emperor to spare his life and instead banish him to distant Cherson for the rest of his days[10]. But the confusion over Theodosius’ succession still paralyzed the Eastern Empire for several chaotic weeks, at a point in time where both they and the Western Romans absolutely could not afford it.

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Dowager Empress Aelia Eudocia and her daughter, now Empress Licinia Eudoxia, eagerly observing the execution of Chrysaphius

In the east, the Hunnish counteroffensive was led by Ellac, reassigned by his father from the front with the Western Romans. Leading a swift all-cavalry force of 8,000 Huns over the Danube, the prince added the mostly-infantry armies of the Scirians and Sclaveni to his host before setting out to confront the Eastern Romans. Aspar consciously withdrew in the face of this offensive, claiming the Huns’ power was too overwhelming for him to deal with – but the truth was that he feared a crackdown from the new Emperor Anthemius more, and sought to preserve his forces precisely to secure himself from Anthemius’ wrath or to outright fight a civil war if need be. The Alan’s decision left his fellow front-line generals Arnegisclus and Anatolius outnumbered and with huge gaps in their positions, predictably allowing Ellac to crush them throughout the summer and early autumn; and obviously, when Aspar did decide to fight, he did not have the strength to oppose the Huns on his own without first securing other advantages, like favorable terrain.

Arnegisclus was slain in the Battle of Arsa[11] by the Scirian prince Odoacer[12], Edeko’s eldest son, while Anatolius beat a hasty retreat into the Rhodope Mountains. By the time of Anthemius’ proper coronation in the fall, the Eastern Romans had not only lost all of their reconquered territories, but lost even more ground in Macedonia and Greece to the Huns: Ellac had failed to capture Thessalonica, true, but his army had ravaged the land as far as Thebes in the south and Adrianople in the east, practically splitting the Eastern Romans’ Balkan dominion in three parts – Constantinople and southern Thrace where Anthemius himself held the line, Greece which was being defended by Aspar, and a small island of safety around Thessalonica protected by Aspar’s Gothic brother-in-law and fellow general Triarius[13]. Ellac had established his own headquarters at Lychnidus[14], after first sacking it of course, but equally importantly the Scirians (once they were done utterly laying waste to the countryside) had returned to their homesteads in Dardania and settled new ones in Thessaly; the Slavs did the same in the provinces of Moesia Secunda and Scythia Minor, though for now Marcianopolis and Odessus[15] still stood to block their settlement further south.

Whatever the Huns were doing to the East still threatened to pale in comparison to the fate being visited upon the West, where Attila’s true hammer-blows were falling. The enraged khagan did not, in fact, pummel Romanus and his legions in Dalmatia to a pulp first; but whatever relief the Western Emperor may have felt soon dissipated when he received distressing news from Aegidius in Gaul. A massive horde of Huns and their subject nations had crossed the Rhine on the eve of summer, estimated to number 40,000 strong: though of these only about 10,000 were actual Huns, the rest being a mixture of various Germanic allies (Gepids, Heruls, Thuringians & Alamanni), nevertheless they were led by the Scourge of God himself. Aegidius himself and Count Arbogast had tried and failed to hold the tide back at Mogontiacum, barely escaping with their lives and 2,000 of the 12,000 men (a mixture of Gallo-Roman legionaries and local Thuringian federates) they had assembled for the battle.

In turn the Huns did not simply sack the now-defenseless Mogontiacum. The horde positively annihilated the Germanic frontier city – they massacred the entire male population as well as the elderly and sickly who would have been of little value as slaves, carried the women and girls off in chains, and razed the city itself to its foundations, leaving no stone unturned to the extreme that it was difficult for survivors to tell where the city limits even were afterward. A fate almost as harsh was meted out to Augusta Treverorum, Arbogast’s own seat where the local bishop was burned alive in his church, then Borbetomagus and Divodorum, and then more & more cities as they marched southwest-ward.

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The Huns depart from Mogontiacum

Meanwhile Aegidius and Arbogast had separated in the Western Roman retreat: the former constantly fell back toward Lutetia in the face of this onslaught, well aware that he had no chance of victory in the field and instead spending most of his time out of the saddle frantically calling for help from Italy & Hispania, while the latter had fled to the court of his less-civilized fellow Franks, where King Chlodio had just died and his son Merovech’s claim to the succession was being challenged by his brothers and cousins. Arbogast took the side of Merovech, who the Romans considered to be the legitimate heir, and after saving his life from an assassination attempt during a hunt that summer, aided him in turning the tables a week later: the new Frankish king had compelled several of his cousins’ retainers into confessing their masters had been the ones to spring the assassination plot under torture, then publicly accused, arrested and executed these treacherous kinsmen of his at the banquet where they served up the kills from that hunt. The rest of his rebellious kin cowed for the time being, Merovech agreed to assist the Western Romans, not that he had much choice – a large detachment of pro-Hun Germanic warriors, mostly Gepids and Thuringians led by the former’s king Ardaric[16], had splintered off from Attila’s main horde to devastate the Frankish federate lands and was driving on Tornacum where he’d set up his court.

To counter Attila’s onslaught, Romanus had given Aetius leave to ride back to Gaul with most of their cavalry, including all the Gallo-Romans whose homes were now threatened (or already destroyed) and the Hun exiles: this was clearly no feint to get them out of Dalmatia, as they had originally thought, but the actual main thrust of the Hunnish horde. Aetius had some more good news as he hurried back west: Thorismund had challenged Euric to a duel to settle their differences and defeated him, and though he’d stopped short of killing his zealously Arian little brother, he had broken the latter’s left hand & leg in the fight and asserted his supremacy over all the Visigoths regardless of creed. The Visigoths were still largely reluctant to follow their king either in faith or to battle, and in any case they did not have much manpower to give after the tribulations of the past decades – Thorismund marched to join Aetius at Arelate with only 2,500 warriors and another 2,500 Spanish legionaries – but the magister militum was happy for all the help he could get.

The stage was quickly set for a confrontation around Lutetia, which Attila’s horde besieged starting on July 20 but whose walls and gates had still held thanks to the courage of the outnumbered defenders and the morale-boosting prayers of the nun Genovefa[17] (whose own hometown, Nemetacum[18], had already been leveled by the onrushing Huns). Aetius arrived south of the River Sequana on the morning of July 30 with about 20,000 men, only half that of the Huns: he had with him the 7,000 horsemen he’d initially taken to Dalmatia, the 5,000 Iberian troops under Thorismund, Aegidius and 4,000 Romano-Gallic legionaries who had joined him at Augustomentum, and another 3,000 Burgundian & Alamanni federates. But help was on the way: Ardaric had rejoined the main Hun army the day before his arrival, and all knew it was because the Franks under Merovech and Arbogast had previously thwarted him in battle at Atuataca Tungrorum[19]. Now those Franks were hurrying southward to Aetius’ aid, and as Arbogast had persuaded Merovech to bring the full might of his people to bear for this occasion, they formed by far the largest single surviving army on Rome’s side in Gaul – numbering almost 20,000 strong themselves, even after fighting the Gepids.

With Aetius already in sight, the Huns resolved to vanquish him before the Franks could arrive, then turn around to deal with Merovech and Arbogast – splitting their forces to try to deal with each enemy army separately did not seem worth the risk. Aetius for his part knew he had to hold out until the Franks arrived, and so invested all of his considerable military expertise into halting Attila’s furious attacks. For nine hours the Western Romans fought for the crossings of the Sequana while the defenders of Lutetia pelted the Huns with arrows, javelins and eventually pieces of rubble, and the Huns for their part kept attacking in an effort to break through. The Hunnish army was large enough that they could afford to detach two great columns of cavalry to cross at points the Western Romans did not have the numbers to cover, one upriver and one downriver, which they did three hours into the fight. Two hours later they converged on the Western Roman army’s flanks, and despite Aetius’ efforts to counter them with his own horsemen, the latter were too heavily outnumbered to force the Huns back.

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Ardaric leads the Gepids in a frontal attack on Aetius' defensive formation as the sun sets

Bit by bit the Western Romans were forced to give ground, their discipline and experience allowing them to maintain formation as they gradually fell back under Hunnish arrows and lances. In the most tragic highlight of the day for their side, Aegidius was fatally wounded by a Thuringian spear as he tried to manage the withdrawal of his contingent and rapidly expired in the arms of his son Syagrius, who then took up his father’s standard and completed the retreat in a remarkable display of his own steely nerves & those of their men. Aetius’ own Hunnish bodyguards, Optila and Thraustila[20], gave their lives to protect his as he rallied the despairing legions around the labarum. By sunset the Western Romans had lost all the river crossings and took up a circular formation as the Huns and their allies completely surrounded them on a hill to the south[21], grimly determined to mount a last stand just barely within sight of Lutetia’s highest towers.

But it was then that Arbogast, Merovech and their 20,000 warriors finally arrived to restore hope to Aetius and Sister Genovefa both. Proudly proclaiming “Day has come again!” against the setting sun, Arbogast led their cavalry contingent – comically insignificant compared to that of the Huns at only 1,200 strong, a mix of Merovech’s mounted champions and nobles on one hand & the Romano-Frankish survivors of Augusta Treverorum on the other – in a charge into the Huns’ rear which, while quickly repelled by the sheer numbers of Alamanni and Heruls in the Hunnish reserve, distracted Attila from finishing off Aetius’ army and gave Merovech time to form up his tired (though far less bloodied) infantry for battle.

Encouraged by the Franks’ arrival and Arbogast’s sudden attack, Aetius rallied his men for an attack in all directions against the distracted Huns and Teutons around them. Still the Huns were determined to put up a fight, and it may have been an even one were it not for two developments: first the Alamanni, being the newest and most reluctant of Attila’s subjects, took their chance to quit the field and in so doing kicked off a rout – and second, a stray arrow struck the Scourge of God in the throat in the early hours of twilight, and the terrible discipline which had held his horde together fell from the saddle with him.

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Arbogast of Trier smites a Herulian champion who dared get in the way of his dramatic charge

When the sun rose the next day, Lutetia was safe and the Hunnish horde had dispersed, many of its Teutonic auxiliaries having fled in all directions while the Huns themselves were killed almost to the last man between the Western Romans and Franks. Aetius was hopeful as he surveyed the carnage and his men looted the bodies: could it be that they’d broken the power of the Huns and killed Rome’s deadliest enemy since Hannibal in one day? But his hope turned to horror when three legionaries brought him the corpse of ‘Attila’. Though bedecked in finery fit for a king and the armor of the khagan himself, he recognized the intact face of the corpse was not, in fact, Attila’s! It bore a certain passing familiarity to his former ward, certainly, but that was because it was the face of Laudaricus, the warlord’s cousin. And if Attila were not here, that could mean only one thing…Aetius immediately sent a warning to the Augustus in Dalmatia, but there were 670 miles between Lutetia and Andautonia; it would take the messenger over a week to get there even while riding on Roman roads with no obstructions, and given the circumstances, that week may as well have been an eternity.

While Aetius had been fighting the Battle of Lutetia against a man he thought to be the Scourge of God, the real Attila had sprung his main offensive against the Western Romans in Dalmatia and Italy. With him came his younger sons, Dengizich and Ernak, and also the single biggest army the Huns had ever put on the field: over 50,000 strong, this horde included 20,000 Huns – a concentration of virtually all of their remaining warriors – and another 30,000 subject auxiliaries, several thousand of whom were Ostrogoths under Valamir but mostly Sarmatian peoples such as the Alans or more exotic (for Europe) tribes from the furthest reaches of Attila’s empire, such as the Akatziri[22]. Romanus initially thought he could stop Attila in Dalmatia, but he thought better of it following Majorian’s urging caution and reports from his scouts of just how huge the Hun army was. The Western Roman army retreated to Aquileia, where Romanus believed they could safely await reinforcements from the Rugians, Burgundians and Aetius.

Attila proved him wrong in a matter of weeks. Not long after the emperor had received word from Aetius of the Western Roman victory at Lutetia and Attila’s survival (as if he needed to be told the latter!) the Huns’ vanguard reached his doorstep, led by the Akatziri chieftain Karadach[23]. These he and Majorian turned back in the First Battle of Aquileia on August 5; but this was barely an inconvenience to the main body of Attila’s horde, which arrived ten days later. No matter, Romanus thought, for the Rugians were due to arrive on that same day; but the Romans had not been the only ones to employ spies in their foes’ ranks. Hunnish agents in Rugiland had persuaded Flaccitheus, already fearful of the power of Attila, to switch sides with the promise of being allowed to settle as far as Ravenna, for it seemed to him that victory against the army Attila was bringing down on Italy was impossible. So when the Rugians did show up, just as the Western Roman lines threatened to buckle before the furious charges of Attila’s lancers in the Second Battle of Aquileia, it was not to reinforce them but rather to attack them from behind.

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Emperor Romanus furiously exhorts his flagging legionaries to hold their ground, though the Huns are surging against them from the front and treacherous Rugians have fallen upon their rear

The calamity that was the Second Battle of Aquileia resulted in the destruction of Romanus’ army and the fall of Aquileia, which was subjected to even more thorough destruction than what Laudaricus had visited upon Mogontiacum months before. Attila’s wrath and determination to crush Rome once and for all this time was so great that he took no slaves, but rather ordered his men to kill every living being within the city: not even farm animals or the vermin were to spared, but rather heaped up in great piles alongside the human denizens. Only a handful of citizens survived by fleeing to nearby lagoons to the southeast, where the Huns could not easily follow[24]; there they also found the few hundred ragged survivors of the Western Roman imperial army and Majorian, who had tried to rescue his friend the emperor from the carnage outside Aquileia, only for the latter to die of his wounds during the retreat. For the second time in 10 years a Roman emperor had died in battle, and at the hands of the same barbarian warlord no less.

While Majorian requested sea transport from Ravenna and the treasurer Avitus arranged a coronation ceremony for fifteen-year-old Honorius II in the aforementioned capital, Attila proceeded from the smoking ruin that was once Aquileia onto Italy proper. The marshes and stout walls around Ravenna deterred him from attacking the seat of Western imperial power, true – but the rest of northern Italy was not so lucky. Mutina[25], Placentia[26], Arretium[27], Perusia[28] and Ariminum[29] were among the cities devastated by the Scourge of God as he advanced toward Rome itself, while no army remained in Italy that could possibly have even slowed him down. The countryside was not spared his ravages either, as idyllic villas were sacked and hamlets razed by the oncoming Huns; rich or poor, strong or weak, Senator or equestrian or serf, it did not matter – all who had the misfortune to be living in Attila’s path were made equal in the grave or in Hunnish chains.

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The defenders of Arretium attempt a valiant but doomed sally against the Hunnish horde

In Rome itself panic had set in, for the hundreds of thousands of citizens there had become well aware they were the target of Attila’s fury as soon as word came that Ravenna was safe. Pope Leo encouraged resistance, telling the people to trust in God if they did not trust in the strength of the Aurelian Walls, and insisting that help was on the way; but even when he was proven correct when messengers from Carthage arrived to inform him and the Senate that the Vandals and Moors were preparing to cross into Italy to save the heart of the empire, too many remained lost in despair, convinced that this help could not come quickly enough to thwart Attila’s inevitable attack. The Roman Senate instead heeded the words of Petronius Maximus[30], who declared that Rome ‘obviously’ could not defeat Attila and that he could deliver them from the fate which had befallen Aquileia and so many other cities: on October 1 they refused to recognize Honorius II as his father’s successor and instead acclaimed Petronius Augustus, as they had Priscus Attalus 32 years before. Pope Leo denounced them for this act, but had neither the strength nor time to topple Petronius himself.

Petronius immediately opened negotiations with Attila, who deigned to treat with him as if he were truly the Western Roman Emperor and not young Honorius II, and seemed to start his reign off to a great start by getting Attila to temporarily stop his advance at Ferentium[31] north of Rome. The usurper returned a week later with exciting news: Attila had promised he would not do unto Rome what he had done unto Aquileia and to instead redirect his wrath against the line of Stilicho in Ravenna, if only the Romans would let him into their city as a mark of their new friendship. This ended about as well as anyone not named Petronius Maximus could figure a few weeks later, as the gates were indeed ordered open by Petronius: the Pope countermanded that order, and most of the garrison had the sense to obey him, but not the men at the Salarian Gate[32]. Attila’s horde promptly rushed in to subject the Eternal City to its first sack in nearly 900 years.

Attila upheld his agreement with Petronius in the loosest sense: he did not allow his warriors to completely destroy Rome and kill all its people as he’d done to Aquileia, but instead directed a more ‘conventional’ sack in which the horde stripped Rome of every valuable they could find, committed significant but not all-destroying property damage, and took far more citizens away as slaves than those they left as corpses. Of course, that’s not to suggest the sack was bloodless: the Huns killed anyone who tried to resist whether they be ordinary citizens, Christian clergy or the braver soldiers of the city garrison. In their zeal for plunder the Akatziri contingent also (apparently accidentally) set a large slum on fire, killing thousands more.

Petronius himself and his immediate family were spared – Attila personally reprimanded his son Dengizich when the latter thought to lay hands on the usurper’s wife Lucina – but were left under no illusion that the Huns considered them hostages with which to barter with Ravenna. Attila also took Pope Leo hostage, for the Hun king thought the old patriarch of the West could most effectively persuade the Romans to let him leave Italy unchallenged, and in exchange for the Pontiff's collaboration he spared the four great basilicas around the city & those Romans sheltering within them; the same privilege was not extended to Rome's other churches, temples or the old Pantheon. Finally Attila assembled the Roman Senate in the Flavian Amphitheater and demanded they bow to him as suzerain over the emperor they chose: a few souls who chose this time to find their courage and refuse were promptly trampled to death on the arena floor by Hun horsemen.

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Attila's pillaging warriors galloping and celebrating their spoils before Vespasian's Temple of Peace

While the Huns spent the winter months helping themselves to & resting amidst Rome's wealth, Aetius had returned to Ravenna with what strength he still had after the Battle of Lutetia, plus an additional 6,000-man contribution from the Burgundians who were hoping to avenge their old king Gundahar. The African army initially planned to sail to Ostia, but after they were made aware that this would mean sailing to their deaths, kings Caecilius and Fredegar instead changed directions and set a course for Ravenna. Finally, as the year’s end approached and Attila began marching back north, unexpected support came from the East: despite his own troubles, Anthemius decided that he had to take this chance to trap and crush Attila in Italy, and leaving Anatolius and the patrician Studius[33] to hold Constantinople, he sailed for Ravenna with all the Anatolian, Armenian and Syrian legions (and even a small contingent from the client kingdom of Lazica) he’d originally been amassing at the Hellespont to fight Ellac. It was with these forces that the court of Honorius II hoped to confront Attila early in the next year and make him pay for his innumerable outrages, the sack of Rome last and greatest of them all.

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[1] Ljubljana.

[2] Rijeka.

[3] Senj.

[4] Zagreb.

[5] Čakovec.

[6] Youngest brother of Octar, Rugila and Mundzuk, who was reported to still be alive as late as 448.

[7] Two brothers who were prominent lieutenants of Attila’s. The Eastern Romans tried to bribe Onegesius to join them around 449, but he refused despite still counseling a Roman-friendly course to his overlord.

[8] Historically, Theodosius instead died in July from a riding accident.

[9] The historical Eastern Emperor from 450 to 457, best known for convening the Council of Chalcedon and actually managing to defeat Attila’s Huns in 452.

[10] Sevastopol.

[11] Stari Ras.

[12] Historically the infamous conqueror of the Western Roman Empire, who slew Orestes and toppled his underage son Romulus Augutulus in 476. He ruled as ‘King of Italy’ until 493 under the suzerainty of the Eastern Emperor Zeno, in the process making an alliance with the Senate and subjugating the Rugians of Noricum, but was eventually defeated and killed by the Ostrogoth king Theodoric (also at Zeno’s incitement), who also massacred his family and close followers.

[13] A distant cousin of Valamir and the Amali dynasty who fathered the Thracian Goth warlord Theodoric Strabo, but was otherwise wholly overshadowed by his more famous relatives and in-laws.

[14] Ohrid.

[15] Varna.

[16] The first Gepid king known by name to history, Ardaric was present at the Battle of the Catalaunian Plains and also led the coalition of anti-Hun rebels to victory at the Battle of Nedao in 454, killing Ellac and shattering Attila’s empire once and for all.

[17] Saint Genevieve, patron of Paris whose prayers were said to have rallied the people of Lutetia/Paris when they were inclined to flee instead and to have forced Attila to move on to Orleans in our timeline.

[18] Nanterre.

[19] Tongeren.

[20] These were the only two of Aetius’ bodyguards known to us by name IRL, as they are ITL. Historically they avenged his murder at the hands of Valentinian III by hacking the emperor to death at the instigation of Senator Petronius Maximus, who then usurped his throne.

[21] Approximately modern Montparnasse.

[22] A tribe of pastoralist nomads known to be under Hun suzerainty around this time. Their ethnicity is uncertain, but they were quite possibly a Turkic people who may or may not have been related to the later Bolghars and/or Khazars – the latter is what I’m going with for this TL. Historically the Eastern Romans tried to gain their allegiance and incite them to revolt against Attila, but failed.

[23] Historically, Karadach foiled the Eastern Romans’ plot to flip the allegiance of the Akatziri and was greatly rewarded by Attila for it.

[24] Venice, which historically (as is the case here) first became prominent after Aquileia’s decline thanks to Attila.

[25] Modena.

[26] Piacenza.

[27] Arezzo.

[28] Perugia.

[29] Rimini.

[30] Historically emperor for a few months in 455, Petronius Maximus was a Senator who had Valentinian III murdered after the latter raped his wife Lucina (getting two bodyguards of Aetius, who Valentinian had personally killed a few months before) and usurped the purple. He married Valentinian’s widow Licinia Eudoxia and broke his new stepdaughter Eudocia’s betrothal to the Vandal prince Huneric to legitimize his position, but this aggravated the Vandals into sacking Rome and he was killed by a mob while trying to flee ahead of their wrath three days before the city’s fall.

[31] Now part of Viterbo.

[32] The same gate Alaric used to sack Rome in 410 IRL.

[33] A nobleman who served as Consul in 454 with Aetius, whose only other notable act was founding the great Studion Monastery (destroyed twice, first by the Fourth Crusade and then again by the Turks) in what’s now the Fatih district of Istanbul.
 
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PsihoKekec

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That was one hell of a feint by Attila, the sheer devastation he caused undid much good that came from Stilicho's survival. Roman usurpers continue the tradition of mind numbing idiocy in the face of adversity, enabling the sack of Rome that Stilicho and his descendants were keeping back. The spring campaign will be devastating, but I doubt anything can be as cataclysmic as 450 was (not a challenge!!!).

Honorious II will have a really uphill struggle, everyone who was waiting for a chance will take this opportunity to carve their own domain from the Roman empire, Aetius and Majorian will have their hands full.
 

ATP

Well-known member
Now,WRE need miracle to survive.Or smart Vandal,Visigoth,Frank and other allies.If even on of those kings support Attilla,WRE is ended.
P.S Alamanni betrayed Hunns - so they must fight them now.And,since ERE defeated Hunns 1.may,they should made it holiday.With red flags to remember blood of killed hunns !
 

stevep

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Bible alone do not work - like protestant 20.000 or more sects show.You must have one doctrine to build state on it
i belive,that Jesus EXIST and created HIS CHURCH,which mean catholic doctrine.If you ask why,read cardinal Newman book,he is better then me.

But even if Jesus do not create church,state still need one religion to exist for more then few generations.Becouse you need religion to say what is moral - otherwise you could not prosecute cryminals,and without that you have anarchy,not state.

Have to disagree, on moral reasons apart from logical ones but I think we're rather hi-jacking the thread.
 

stevep

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Gods that was bad. Large areas of the western empire, including some of its richest territories have been really ravaged and a lot of its military has been destroyed, while another emperor has died leaving a youth as his heir. The violent sack of Rome will also raise questions about the status and survival of the empire as a whole and its identity.

On the plus side with Theodosius removed the eastern empire has clearer leadership, although Anthemius still has to keep an eye on Aspar and other possible usurpers so he's taking a hell of a risk bringing so much of his army west, even if he's right that the Sassanid's won't do anything. Its about the only real hope for the two emperors to stand against Attila and his madness. Of course the other issue, depending on how things go is what price Anthemius might charge for his vital aid.

The sack of Rome might have some positive elements as the city has been a significant economic drain on the empire for a long while and its possible, if Attilia can be defeated quickly, a lot of the survivors might be rescued and possibly be resettled in some of the recovered lands. If not I can see a lot being settled by Germanic and other 'allies' and I suspect the Franks are going to gain a lot of territory in Gaul in return for their aid.

Hopefully our guys can turn it around but its going to take some time for the western empire to recover and it might not have that even with a friendlier eastern emperor and Attila hopefully soon departed. If nothing else the chaos of the fall of the Hunnic empire - assuming that happens - after so much devastation is likely to see a lot of people on the move and both empires have suffered enough devastation that they will have underpopulated lands that could look tempting.
 

Circle of Willis

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Good points re: the silver lining to the cataclysms in this update. Anthemius has barely begun his reign and is already ahead of the long-ruling yet ineffectual Theodosius II just by virtue of being an experienced war leader (Theodosius meanwhile has never once taken to the battlefield) and his own man (as opposed to his predecessor who kept being pushed around between various court cliques), so if he can survive the inevitable intrigues of Aspar & other ambitious figures, the East will at least be likely to do better in its own wars & also be considerably more helpful to the West than it had been in the past few decades.

Certainly the prospect of being able to resettle the captive Romans in the empire's devastated and depopulated territories will be a powerful incentive for the Western Romans to do their next battle with Attila right. Don't count the Stilichians out just yet, either - so far they've got a trend of being dudes with rather fierce willpower, as both Eucherius & Romanus have kept getting up and determinedly pushing forward even after taking some heavy defeats until death itself stopped them; there's a chance Honorius may continue in their footsteps and those of Stilicho, which the Western Empire desperately needs. (And if he doesn't, well at least Aetius and Majorian are still around for now...)

Of course, that's the main obstacle right now. Before Honorius & company can think about reconstruction (which itself will be a lengthy and difficult process after all the defeats and damage of the 440s), first they have to focus entirely on ending the threat of the Huns, which is much easier said than done. Suffice to say that since they're now looking at the single largest concentration of Hun warriors anywhere in Europe, led by the real Attila this time, the battle ahead of the emperor (or more realistically, Aetius/Majorian/Anthemius) will be an even more difficult one to win than the earlier Battle of Lutetia, and even if they do achieve victory it's extremely unlikely to come at a cheap cost for their already badly bloodied forces.

As for the Sassanids - I actually had some stuff written up for them as well as Britain & India, but decided to remove it from this chapter because it's already quite long as it is. Had I added what I wrote about affairs outside the Hun-Roman war, it'd probably be north of 7k words! No worries though, I'll be working the removed content into the next update instead. Or rather the update after the next one I should say, because the next immediate update will be another narrative interlude. Haven't had one of those in a while, and the aftermath of the sack of Rome seems like a good place for it.
 

ATP

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Have to disagree, on moral reasons apart from logical ones but I think we're rather hi-jacking the thread.

Indeed.So,about your next post - both ERE and WRE could cease to exist now.And even if they win,they would have "desert called peace" - but this time,not roman-made.
 

PsihoKekec

Swashbuckling Accountant
Biggest issue I see right now is who is in the overall command of the coalition which is to face Attila in the spring, too much disunity and Attila can defeat them in detail, with unitary leadership they have a chance. Their advantage will be the fact that Huns are fat with plunder and slaves, with Attila intending to negotiate his way out of Italy without fighting, if they entertain his intentions at first, they can manoeuvre him into an unfavourable position.
 

stevep

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Biggest issue I see right now is who is in the overall command of the coalition which is to face Attila in the spring, too much disunity and Attila can defeat them in detail, with unitary leadership they have a chance. Their advantage will be the fact that Huns are fat with plunder and slaves, with Attila intending to negotiate his way out of Italy without fighting, if they entertain his intentions at first, they can manoeuvre him into an unfavourable position.

Good point about the issue of leadership, especially with recent history between the two empires. No matter what Anthemius says there will be concerns about large eastern imperial forces in Italy despite them desperately being needed. Also for both/all groups it will only be natural for them to find attractive the idea of having someone else doing the bulk of the fighting [and dying] if they can, even while their brain is telling them they need to cooperate.

On Attila I'm not too sure. Bloated with slaves and loot albeit he might be willing to slaughter all the slaves if need be so he will be a bit slower. However with his deep hatred of the Romans and recent successes I suspect he has no intention of negotating out of Italy but simply continuing to plunder and destroy. Which might be a [hopefully] fatal error for him. But then possibly I'm just being optimistic. ;)
 
Enemy of God

Circle of Willis

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Near Falacrinum[1], January 31 451

“So they have come in their thousands – savages, murderers, rapists, defilers and all manner of outcasts, gathered under the dread banner of the so-called Scourge of God and determined to lay waste to all that is good and proper on His earth – to give battle here and now.” Flavius Aetius grimaced as he surveyed the massive Hunnish army arraying for battle before him. He had done well in ignoring Attila’s feints to trick him into thinking the Huns were marching directly up the Via Flaminia or through Etruria – the circumstances leading up to and aftermath of the Battle of Lutetia had been a painful lesson on why seeing through his archenemy’s tricks was so important – and did better still in picking the battlefield: the combined might of the Roman Empires and their barbarian federates, headquartered at the village of Falacrinum where Emperor Vespasian was born 400 years prior, was now assembling at the feet of the Sabine Mountains, a strong position by any reckoning.

Still, the scouts were clearly telling God’s honest truth when they reported that the Huns still outnumbered his and Anthemius’ men; the horde below them seemed as numerous as the pebbles on the mountain above, dark dots beyond counting which amassed into a single great shadow that only seemed to grow ever larger as they fanned out and formed up for combat. For all his decades of experience and numerous victories, including that great one over the Huns and their Teutonic slaves he’d just won half a year before, the magister militum was still human and he’d be lying if he claimed he was not feeling even a smidge of that very human emotion of fear in this moment. Majorian the Comes Illyrici must have picked up on the signs of subtle trepidation in his face or voice, for the younger man replied in the most reassuring tone he could muster, “Yes, so they have. But we have the strength to match, and a righteous cause to bolster our soldiers’ spirits besides.”

“Indeed! The Lord must have brought us all together in this moment for a reason.” The new Eastern Augustus, Procopius Anthemius, added with a note of forced cheer from his saddle to Aetius’ right, as if he were trying to convince himself as much as the Western Romans. “He has already humbled us and shown us the errors of our ways with the defeats inflicted upon us over these past ten years, as He once did with the recalcitrant Israelites, culminating in the sad sack of that great city of sin which defied its Bishop even when he tried to save them from the wrath of the Huns. Now with any luck, He will have been moved to pity and chosen to stand with us as He did the Judges who delivered those Israelites from their foes in the olden days. With His help and that of His saints, let us work to strike the accursed Attila from the Earth to-day!” Aetius had turned to look directly at the Eastern Emperor with narrowed eyes at the mention of Rome’s recent sacking. Stout and dark-haired, with skin bronzed by years of campaigning beneath the Mediterranean sun or the deserts of the Orient, he nevertheless could not deny that this Anthemius affected a regal posture expected of an emperor in his bearing.

Sadly, the same could not be said of his own emperor. Flavius Honorius Augustus Secundus rode atop the white steed between them, a lanky fifteen-year-old whose dark curls and complexion favored his father Romanus and grandmother Galla Placidia over his red-haired Visigoth mother, and whose beardless face was presently visibly ashen with fear at the massive enemy army unfolding below them. “You all speak of hopes and prayers, and I welcome as many of both as I can hold in my heart. Yet I note that none of you speak of any certainty of victory over this dread horde before us…” With one hand the young Western Augustus pulled his purple cloak more tightly about himself as if to shield his person against not just the winter chill but also the fear he was feeling, and the gilded muscle cuirass & ridge helmet he was wearing seemed like bad jokes rather than the war attire of a proper emperor: the oversized toys of a rich child playing at war rather than an underage emperor about to face his first baptism of blood and iron, whether he was ready for it or not.

“Great lord, I am sad to say that victory is virtually never certain even under the best-seeming of times. And this, to be frank, is not one of those times.” Aetius advised, still grim and stony. “A general who begins battle believing his victory is assured no matter what comes, is more likely than most to feel the sting of defeat instead. ‘Tis best to instead always proceed into battle with caution, never once letting your guard down when the enemy can still pull one more trick on you, and to fight as ferociously as you might in your last and most desperate battle.”

“That said, honored Augustus, you will find no finer set of hands around you for a fight such as this.” Majorian added in an attempt to soothe his fallen friend's son and heir. “I, General Aetius, your imperial cousin – all of us have fought and prevailed over the Hunnish scourge before. We have the high ground, siege engines from Ravenna, and numbers which nearly equal the hordes of Attila, and he is further slowed by the vast train of plunder and captives who I am certain – as certain as a man can be of anything in this world we live in – we shall liberate from his yoke before this day is over. The victor will be decided by God, as always, but I assure you that we are as prepared to achieve it as humanly possible.”

At these words of advice and encouragement Honorius II exhaled and seemed to take heart, for he sat a little straighter in his saddle and his expression grew less glum. A few moments passed in silence before his eyes narrowed again however, this time at a solitary black speck rapidly riding toward them. “What is this? Does Attila the Accursed think so little of Rome that he sends a lone warrior to attack us?”

“A messenger come to taunt us, more like.” Aetius grumbled. And indeed as he approached it became clear that this was no assassin or champion, but an unarmed envoy covered in dark furs. “O Romans! My master Attila – son of Mundzuk, favored of Heaven, king of this world and suzerain over Rome – bids you all welcome to your graves!” The messenger cried out, doubtless leering as he did. “But in his mercy he says there is no need for you to fill it just yet, unless you have indeed tired of living and insist on doing battle with him. He is prepared to not only spare your lives but also to leave your lands: through me he has extended an invitation to parley with him and to share in his bounty of food and drink, not all of which he lifted from Rome, in his tent below this mountain.”

The white-cloaked candidati bodyguards bristled at the insults just as their employers did, though Anthemius was quicker to respond than either his Western counterpart or Aetius. “We are not all as mutton-headed as that fool Petronius Maximus! Your master’s word is worth less than the nightsoil of Constantinople, this I knew from his occupation of my people’s lands even after we agreed to his terms, years before he treacherously sacked the heart of the civilized world.” The Eastern Emperor was so incensed at the Hun’s taunts that he drew his sword and pointed it at the latter, now fully shouting, “If Attila has anything of worth to say, let him come up the mountain himself and say it to our faces rather than communicate through a slave! Go return to your vile master with these words, cur, before I strike your head off for your insolence!”

The messenger must have expected a hostile response such as this, for rather than continue the exchange of insults he harrumphed and retreated back down the slopes. “Well said, cousin mine. I must admit I did not have the presence of mind to reply to that scoundrel’s taunts as eloquently as you did.” The junior emperor had said to his senior as the Hun’s silhouette disappeared, to the latter’s amusement. But that amusement soon turned to bewilderment as a large party of men emerged from the great host below and began to ascend the mountain themselves. It would seem Attila was either confident enough in his strength or sufficiently trusting in either the Romans’ sense of honor or self-preservation to actually come and talk to them on their chosen ground; Aetius’ money was firmly on the former. Too bad those ballistae and onagers the magister militum had built in Ravenna were still being carefully brought down the mountainside, or he’d have opened fire on the blasted Huns with them immediately.

As the Huns approached it became apparent that their party was by far more numerous than the Romans’, so much so that it deterred Anthemius and Aetius from ordering an attack without their artillery. Evidently Attila was well aware of his reputation for treachery and sought to avoid being taken by surprise himself. The opposing warlord was as physically unimpressive as Aetius remembered: broad-chested and big-headed but shorter even than many Roman women, with dark narrow eyes, a flat nose and a mouth that seemed to be locked in a perpetual scowl or sneer set on his swarthy face, and wearing a long thin beard whose ink-black color was turning to gray in places[2]. A man who knew Attila less well than Aetius did might well have failed to deduce that this was the great and terrible Scourge of God at first glance.

But while Attila drew the attention of most of the gathered Romans, Aetius included, it was the man riding beside him who got Majorian to initiate ‘talks’ between their parties. “Accursed traitor!” The Comes Illyrici bellowed at Flaccitheus the Rugian, the much taller and seemingly more intimidating straw-haired giant at Attila’s side. “You still dare to show your face before me after you drove a dagger into Emperor Romanus’ back at Aquileia, savage?! For him and all the citizens of that city, put to the sword because of your treachery, I swear to God I will not allow you to leave this valley alive!”

“Ah, Majorian – you survived the carnage that day, I take it?” The Rugian king rumbled back in halting, accented Latin, looking decidedly unamused. “I regret nothing, Roman, and what I did at Aquileia I would do again without hesitation! Against the might of Attila there can be no victory, then or now – only fools who care not a whit about their people would still dare stand before him!” As Majorian and Flaccitheus exchanged hostile words, Aetius took note of the other men around Attila. There were tawny-haired Alans armored in gilt scales or lamellae; Huns whose armor was obscured beneath their riding furs; captains of other subject peoples from the furthest East such as the Akatziri, Utigurs and Kutrigurs[3], who bore a strong resemblance to their overlords; and least enthusiastically of all the golden-headed Ostrogoth king Valamir, whose stature and silver eyes lent him a resemblance to his redheaded Visigoth counterpart Thorismund. A slightly shorter but similar-looking man riding next to him, unbound but also unarmed and unarmored, must have been his brother Vidimir, who Aetius had heard was being kept as one of two hostages (along with their sibling Ildico) to ensure Valamir’s loyalty.

While Attila himself did not immediately react to Flaccitheus’ words and Majorian’s long face reddened with rage, it fell to the son of the man who he killed with treachery to respond. “My tutors taught me many things about the Teutons; not all of it flattering, but one thing they have all impressed upon me is that yours are a brave and warlike people, even over-bold!” Honorius II shouted, to the surprise of Aetius and Anthemius both. Had the boy been preparing a speech just in case he ran into his father’s killer? Or perhaps that very Roman drive to avenge one’s family was just as strong in the line of Stilicho as it would be in any ‘pure-blooded’ Roman family. “But from your words and deeds, I see the Rugians are the exception which proves the rule. I cannot imagine my uncle Thorismund of the Goths, the Vandals, or the Franks - all of whom proudly stand with me today - being so quick to cravenly kneel before the Hun and assail their allies from behind as you did!”

“Ah-ha! You must be his son…” Flaccitheus scoffed, even as he moved one hand down to his sword. “Do try to avenge your father if you can, brat. Perhaps I will pick my teeth with that little sword of yours, after I pry it from your cold dead hands – “

“Hold, enough!” Attila snarled, raising a hand to silence Flaccitheus – and incredibly the latter, though twice his size, did indeed fall silent in that instant. Honorius himself noted that the king of the Huns had a much deeper and more intimidating voice than he could’ve guessed from his less-than-impressive physical appearance. “I did not come all this way so that my lieutenant can exchange insults with you Romans in my place. Direct whatever retorts you can think of at me, if you dare!” The emperor(s) could further note that he spoke Latin more-or-less smoothly, having been exposed to Roman influence from a young age, though his words were still marred by his strange accent. “But first, heed my words: I am, for once, prepared to honestly negotiate my exit from your blighted lands!”

“Negotiate?” Anthemius scoffed, and Majorian and Anthemius both laughed harshly. The Eastern and Western Romans had not agreed on much these past few decades, but here and now they were fully united over this one issue: Attila the Hun, that scourge to both their empires, could not be allowed to leave Italy alive. “Return the captives and plunder you have seized, Attila the Accursed, and disband your armies before proffering your neck to my headsman’s ax – and we promise your death will be swifter and cleaner than you deserve. Those are the terms I and Honorius Secundus here offer you, monster!”

“If you had been this bold when first we fought, O perfumed Augustus of the soft and decayed Orient, perhaps I would not have dared transgress against you and your people as I have!” Attila snapped back, his thin mouth twisted into a cruel sneer. “But as entertaining as I find us volleying insults at one other to be, I would prefer to stop wasting my time in the snow here, so listen to my earnest business proposal if you’ve still any sense: if you would be so kind as to get out of my way, I will free your High Shaman from his bonds and hand over that fat fool Petronius Maximus for your judgment and leave your lands unmolested for ten years. I will not even demand that you offer me tribute, child – “ He pointed at Honorius, though it was difficult for the boy-emperor to notice the gesture at this distance, “For, after what I have done to your empire’s namesake, I doubt you have much to give me anyway.”

Honorius gritted his teeth but looked to Aetius or Anthemius again rather than respond on his own, the fire in him having apparently burnt out after his exchange with Flaccitheus. Taking his cue, the magister militum roared back before the Eastern Emperor could, “Hah! We shall indeed free the Bishop of Rome from your clutches and also judge the imbecile who thought to usurp my master’s throne for the maggot he is – once we scatter your host to the winds and fish them both out of your camp! It is as the Emperor Anthemius said before to the slave you sent us, Attila: truly your word is worth less than the contents of Rome's or Constantinople’s sewers. And we are well above dirtying ours hands with such filth!”

As these words were carried down to him by the mountain air, Attila laughed and turned to issue a command to one of his tarkhans in the Hunnish language, and the latter rode for the rear ranks of his escort at once. Still smiling maliciously, he cried out to the Roman party, “You are smarter than you look, old man! Still, if you will not trust my word, then what of the word of that High Shaman of Rome you hold in such esteem? Allow me to present to you the lone man with a spine I have found in your Eternal City – your Pontiff, Leo Primus!” The officer he conversed with before returned to his side, but not alone: he led another man, cloaked entirely in black, on a mule with a rope tied around his wrists.

Aetius sucked in a breath, for he knew what was coming even before the tarkhan whipped that cloak off the other man, and sternly cautioned his overlord, “Whatever happens – whatever His Holiness may or may not say in the next few moments – it is imperative that you do not respond, honored Augustus, nor rise to whatever provocation Attila may conjure up. This is a far more obvious trap than his Gallic feint last summer.” Honorius nodded mutely as the cloak was removed from Attila’s prisoner below: it was, as feared, Pope Leo, though at least the aged Bishop of Rome seemed unharmed and his clerical vestments were not torn or even dirty. It would appear that the Successor of Saint Peter managed to have enough of an effect on Attila, even in captivity, that the Hun king dared not harm him beyond binding his wrists. Regardless, now the khagan turned to look expectantly at his prisoner, knowing that the latter’s words were his best bet at winning a bloodless victory here.

But instead, the Pope immediately disappointed Attila with his words. “Fellow Romans, sons of the Eternal City! I implore you to not listen to a thing this savage Enemy of God says, for he does not treat with you in good faith and intends only the destruction of Roman civilization! By God it is imperative that you fight and defeat him today, imperatores, lest he return to finish his black and bloody work tomorrow! Fight to your last breath and trust that God and His angels will give you victory, that is all the counsel I can give you!”

The infuriated khagan drew his infamous Sword of Mars at the Pontiff’s defiant instructions. “Old fool! We had an agreement – I would spare you and those who sought shelter in your temples, and in return you were to help me leave Italy without expending more of my strength or risking my booty.” He hissed, waving the bloodstained blade in Leo’s face. “Do you hold your own life and those of your flock in such little regard that you dare mock me like this?”

“Only an utter idiot like Petronius Maximus would make a bargain with you and think to keep it, Attila, when you have kept none of your own.” Pope Leo retorted, his voice dripping with much hostility and not an iota of fear. “My life was forfeit as soon as you darkened Rome’s streets with your presence, this I knew; I have no reason to expect you wouldn’t simply kill me as soon as we rode past the ruin you left of Aquileia. Better that you should send me to our Maker with a martyr’s crown rather than as some sniveling slave, spending his last moments on this fleeting earth begging for his life.” Turning back to the emperors and generals who gazed upon him with despairing eyes, knowing his death was imminent after offending Attila so, he cried out, “God be with you all!” Before the khagan struck, separating his silver-bearded head from his shoulders with one furious stroke of the Sword of Mars.

Though they saw it coming moments before, the ruthless killing of the unarmed highest cleric in the West still left the Roman party aghast. Aetius still recoiled, Majorian cursed, and Anthemius and Honorius both were startled by the martyrdom of the Patriarch of the West. “Your prelate was right in that I’ve not kept faith with your people in my dealings, but that changes now…” Attila began while the Romans still sat in stunned silence, his previously mocking voice and movements now animated by a dark fury instead. “Hear my words, for they are the last that you will hear from me: I swear that, as the sky above is a desert, so too shall Rome below be! Never-mind departure from Italy: I shall turn my host around, here and now, to raze to the ground what little I had previously left of your Eternal City in misguided mercy! In a fortnight I shall not leave even two stones atop one another. In Aquileia I exterminated even the rats; in Rome I will be sure to leave not even the flies alive to feast on your people’s corpses! May Heaven strike me dead if I should shy away from shedding every drop of Roman blood!”

As Attila’s party returned to their own lines, Honorius II – fueled by the vigor of his youth, now turned to wrathful purpose – was the first of the Romans to overcome his shock at Leo’s slaying and snarl at the candidati, “Loose your arrows on those barbaric murderers!” But Aetius raised his hand and countermanded that order before those imperial bodyguards armed with bows could nock their arrows. “Hold fire! My lord, can you not feel the fell winds blowing against us? Thanks to that, at this distance our arrows will not reach them, while theirs can certainly reach us.” No sense of honor motivated Aetius’ decision, for Attila had marked himself beyond even a shadow of such things with his callous murder of the first-among-equals of the patriarchs; only pragmatic recognition of the battlefield conditions.

Honorius fumed, mutinous at being denied his foolhardy first instinct, so it fell to Majorian – who was trying to keep himself from openly shaking with anger – to articulate his line of thought instead. “I acknowledge that it may not be the soundest tactical decision, but clearly we must attack immediately. You all heard it from the mouth of this Enemy of God himself: he intends to return to Rome and utterly destroy it. We cannot let him reach the city at any cost!”

“I would wager that’s what he wants.” Anthemius replied, as delicately as he could while grinding his teeth in his own anger and frustration. “You yourself recognize that such a course of action would be folly, Illyric Count. We have a strong defensive position here in these foothills; the Huns would love for us to leave the shadow of the Sabine Mountains and engage them below, where their numbers – and especially the numbers of their horsemen – give them the advantage.”

Before Honorius or Majorian could retort Aetius cut in, his old face scrunched up with determination. “The artillery I have brought from Ravenna’s workshops will give us the best of both worlds. These winds prevent our archers from simply shooting Attila down, as I have said before; but that is not true of the onagers and ballistae, whose projectiles can cut through the fiercest gale by their sheer weight. By firing those from the foothills we stand in, we can force them to come to us. We need only time to deploy them.” As he turned to return to his lines he drew his sword, snarling, “Regardless of our tactical choices however, I believe we are all in agreement on this count: Attila the Hun cannot be allowed to leave the field of battle alive.”

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[1] Modern-day Cittareale. Specifically the Romans and Huns have gathered to do battle beneath Monte Pozzoni, source of the River Velino (Avens/Velinus), on the edge between Lazio & Umbria.

[2] Paraphrased from a description of Attila’s looks by the Eastern Roman historian Jordanes.

[3] Ancestors of the Bulgars and probable relatives of the Huns, these Utigurs and Kutrigurs were known to have fought the Byzantines and Avars throughout the 6th century.
 
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stevep

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Good interaction of the characters. The 'Romans' also see now that they must fight although can they do it in time before Attilia leaves, which he might be able to do anyway even if the artillery enable them to fire on the Hunnic host without response. The problem with artillery is its strategically slow so provided Attilia is willing to move beyond its range he can march toward Rome which would force them to either do nothing in the face of his threat or try to follow, leaving that artillery behind.
 

PsihoKekec

Swashbuckling Accountant
However, once the projectiles start flying, Attila can't just leave the battlefield as it would mean fleeing the battle that has started. He would also need to sacrifice his infantry, if he wants to break, weakening his army. So I reckon he will feel forced to crush the enemy army, which in turn will be fired up by Pope Leo's martyrdom.
 

ATP

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Start with artillery,and attack at night.Calvary could not fight then,when infrantry could.Even if Hunns run,their infrantry would die.
P.S anglo-saxons used huscarls as mounted heavy infrantry - they used horses,but fought on foot.During 100th year war part of english archers did the same,and served as mounted infrantry to help knights in their battles on foot.
So,romans here could do the same - gave some archers with longbows/germans had them/ and heavy infrantry horses,so they could keep with calvary.
 

stevep

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However, once the projectiles start flying, Attila can't just leave the battlefield as it would mean fleeing the battle that has started. He would also need to sacrifice his infantry, if he wants to break, weakening his army. So I reckon he will feel forced to crush the enemy army, which in turn will be fired up by Pope Leo's martyrdom.


Once the projectiles start flying Attila moves his men back a bit. Then the imperial forces have to either follow him, moving out of their strong defensive position or they can do little. Infantry move slower than cavalry, at least tactically, but faster than field artillery. The imperial forces can follow up slowly but not only does that leave them exposed but also once the artillery is in/near the front line any widespread battle means that if you lose, either locally or overall, you can't get that artillery away.

In reference to ATP's idea fighting at night opens up a can of worms for both sides. I doubt that many on either side would be trained for such fighting and you have all sorts of dangers of men getting lost or attacking in the wrong direction/at the wrong time. At the worst you could end up with units clashing with their own side with the potential of not only blue on blue losses but claims of treachery which would increase the chaos. This does apply to both sides but its going to be very risky. Might be practical if its seen as the only option. Also without being able to use cavalry fully you can't - other than being lucky enough to kill Attila say - win a decisive battle as you can't exploit a victory to pursue the enemy to widespread destruction.

I'm not saying that Attila won't be rash enough to order an attack if you start peppering his forces with artillery. However I don't think he's forced to and he has other options.
 
451: Vengeance is Mine, says the Lord

Circle of Willis

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When 451 began, so did the arduous march of the Roman legions – finally reunited at Ravenna – on to their fallen Eternal City, from which the Huns were leaving so they could replenish their ranks and divide up their massive amount of spoils back home. Initially they followed the trail of devastation the Huns had left down the Via Flaminia, but Aetius changed directions after his Hunnish and Visigoth exploratores[1] began reporting Hunnish troop movements not just up that same road from Rome but also through the countryside of Etruria and Umbria. Anthemius thought to intercept the departing Huns by Lake Trasimene in the former but Majorian suspected the khagan was instead maneuvering through the latter, and to the Romans’ great fortune an especially stealthy Romano-Hunnish scout found that only the force going into Umbria was being trailed by the gargantuan train of plunder & slaves from Rome, allowing him and the magister militum to prove to the Eastern Emperor that Attila was actually withdrawing through Umbria instead. By the end of January it became apparent that they had made the right choice: the Huns’ attempts at misdirection had failed and the Romans blocked their true route of retreat in the Sabine Mountains.

The confrontation between the two great hosts opened with what could be very generously interpreted as an attempt at parley. In truth the Hun and Roman leaders exchanged insults and threats before Attila pulled up Pope Leo to talk his co-religionists into letting the Huns leave, only for the Vicar of Christ to instead exhort them to fight Attila to the death and promptly get beheaded on the spot. Infuriated by the martyrdom of their highest bishop, the Western Romans committed to an attack as soon as they finished bringing their siege weapons (painstakingly assembled in Ravenna over the earlier winter months when Aetius and Honorius II had little to do but wait for Anthemius) down the mountainside, with the Eastern Romans following in hopes of forcing Attila to fight rather than return to Rome to finish it off as he threatened.

It took a while for the Western Romans to set up their artillery, but fortunately the sheer size of the Huns’ army and baggage train gave them the time they needed. For Attila, turning around his behemoth host – considerably outnumbering the united Roman army at over 60,000 strong with the addition of the Rugians, and already arraying for battle when he changed his mind – was not something that could be done instantaneously, and leaving his equally huge amount of slaves and loot behind was not an option, further slowing him down. The Romans began flinging ballista bolts, rubble and flaming shot (both burning clay pots of pitch and hollow logs full of charcoal) down the foothills of the Sabine Mountains before the Huns could extract themselves from the valley below, and while these projectiles mostly just impacted the Hunnish front line, they forced Attila to make at least a cursory attempt at responding.

Deciding to shed many of his subject peoples while personally making his way back to Rome with the Hunnish horsemen, Attila ordered the Rugian, Ostrogoth and Alan warriors in his army to begin fighting their way uphill while he continued the withdrawal, leaving behind his middle son Dengizich with 3,000 Huns to stiffen them. These barbarians made little headway against the Roman and federate lines on the foothills, which were well-prepared for a fight on their favorable terrain, but nevertheless they demonstrated great courage and ferocity even after being mauled by Roman artillery fire, arrows and plumbatae long before they could close in for melee combat. Given the odds however, Attila never expected them to actually win, and they did not: the Rugian contingent was the first to break, routing after Majorian slew their prince Feletheus[2], and the rest soon followed. Dengizich was unable to stem his father’s subjects’ downhill rout and in fact fled ahead of them, while the Romans – their fury inflamed by the Pope’s martyrdom – pursued and slaughtered thousands of their fleeing foes without mercy into the wee hours of the next morning.

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Majorian clashing with Feletheus in the Battle of Falacrinum

The Alans, being mostly cavalry themselves, sustained the fewest casualties; the Rugians, who the Romans hated above the rest of the Hunnish confederation’s subjects for their treachery, were almost completely destroyed. Flaccitheus himself was captured and presented to Honorius II for execution, which the young Western Emperor felt he was obligated to carry out personally to fulfill his own part in avenging his father and every other Roman who died during or after the Second Battle of Aquileia; as he had never killed anyone before, the inexperienced Augustus needed several graceless blows to behead the barbarian, much to his guardians’ dismay and his own. However there was no time for Honorius or anyone else to catch their breath, much less reflect on their actions, as the Huns were on the move – those parts of their army which had not fought the Romans having already left the mountain valley – and it was critical that they catch Attila before he leveled Rome.

So the Romans, their initial hopes of catching and defeating Attila in the valley near Falacrinum having been dashed, pursued & harassed the Huns down the course of the Velinus[3]. Attila ordered the Ostrogoths, as the second-largest surviving contingent from the fight in the foothills, to obstruct the Romans’ pursuit and buy him time to return to Rome; but Aetius, aware of the tension that had existed between the ruling Amali clan of that people and the Huns since Attila killed their previous king and took some of their royals hostage, placed the Visigoths at the head of his formations and instructed Thorismund to try to flip his cousins’ allegiance. This he did successfully at Posita[4] in the early morning hours of February 2, as the Ostrogoth king Valamir had grown to hate Attila more than he feared him and being left behind to fight a second obviously unwinnable battle against the vastly larger Roman host had apparently been the last straw for him. Declaring that the needs of his people were better served with the Romans than the Huns and that said needs outweighed those of his brother & sister, Valamir changed sides later that day and cleared the way for Aetius & Anthemius to finally catch up to Attila near Reate[5] on February 5 after days of intense skirmishes, the fiercest of which had been fought near Mecilianum[6] on February 3.

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Thorismund and Valamir conversing as they return to the Roman lines, now both allies of the Western Empire

Considering the terrain of the nearby plains (originally a lake, since drained by Roman engineering in the 200s BC) to be much more favorable for himself and unwilling to risk the defeat-in-detail of any more of his men, Attila decided to commit to a full-scale battle then and there. The contemporary Romano-Aquitanian historian Prosper wrote that instead of being motivated by any strategic concerns, Attila had consulted his seers the night before the battle for their wisdom, and they saw in the entrails that if he fought, one of the two engaged empires would certainly fall within the year[7] – likely a bit of poetic license inspired by the Delphic oracle’s prophecy when consulted by Croesus of Lydia.

The ensuing Battle of Reate, also known as the Battle of the Rieti Plain or the ‘Battle of Nations’ for the sheer number & diversity of combatants, promised to be the decisive engagement of this latest Hun-Roman war. For the Romans, they had taken only light casualties when fending off Attila’s subject peoples in the Battle of Falacrinum and more than made up for those losses after gaining Valamir’s allegiance, bringing their total strength up to a recorded 59,500 for this battle: this could be further broken down into 15,000 Eastern Romans, 14,000 Franks, 9,000 Western Romans, 9,000 Vandals and Mauri, the 6,000 Ostrogoths, 5,000 Burgundians and 1,500 Visigoths. Attila’s army meanwhile had been weakened by the losses inflicted on his subject peoples and the Ostrogothic betrayal (possibly to the point where it was actually slightly smaller than the Roman one) but was still comparable to its enemy in size, measuring in the mid-to-high fifty-thousands range (contemporary Western Roman chroniclers gave a fantastically inflated estimate of 500,000-1,000,000 Hun warriors). As these considerable army sizes demonstrated, both Romes and the Huns were going to give this next bloody engagement their all; both Prosper and his counterpart in Anthemius’ court, Priscus, were in agreement that the rival armies ‘filled the [Rieti] plain from end to end as they arrayed for combat’.

The Romans’ initial strategy was to force the Huns to come at them by again pelting the horde with their artillery – but Attila ruined this plan at high noon by dragging Vidimir out in chains before his army, then hacking the Ostrogoth to pieces after first ensuring they were within sight of his kingly brother. Exactly as he had predicted, this enraged Valamir beyond reason and drove him to lead the Ostrogoth contingent in an immediate attack on Attila’s center: Anthemius, who had claimed command of the Roman center by right of being the senior emperor, could not rein him in and decided to follow suit, knowing that Valamir did not have a chance on his own and hoping that together they could sweep the Huns from the field straight away. This reckless attack, supported by a barrage of projectiles from the Roman artillery, seemed to work: the Romano-Gothic charge seemingly caught the Huns off-balance and crunched through the ranks of the inferior Akatziri, Utigur and Kutrigur infantry quite handily.

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At first, the Eastern Roman & Ostrogoth charge against the weak Hunnish infantry went splendidly

But Attila was well aware that his weaker infantry were no match for the Roman legionaries and infuriated Gothic champions, and promptly kicked the next step in his plan into action: the cavalry he’d massed along his flanks under his sons converged on them as they fought on the plain. Anthemius’ men had the discipline to quickly reform into a circular shield-wall, capable of withstanding repeated Hunnish cavalry charges; the Ostrogoths were less fortunate, and took significant casualties before they could withdraw into the safety of the Eastern Roman formation. Valamir came across Dengizich in the chaos and unhorsed him in a furious engagement, but was killed by a lance thrust from behind by the latter’s younger brother Ernak before he could finish the Hunnish prince off – leadership of the Ostrogoths now fell to his distant cousin and brother-in-law Theodemir[8], who had led the less reckless Ostrogoths to rejoin Anthemius & reinforce his formation. At this point the Roman artillery ceased fire, as the chance of pummeling Anthemius’ embattled division grew too high.

All this time, Aetius and Majorian had been forming up their own forces (which meant the time-consuming task of getting their many and varied barbarian federates into line, whereas Anthemius only had to deal with Valamir) on the Romans’ right and left, respectively. The center’s heedless charge and ensuing encirclement threw a wrench the size of the Pantheon’s roof into their plans, but also presented new opportunities: as the Huns surrounded Anthemius, so too could they now envelop the Huns. To counter the rapidly emerging threat to his flanks, Attila sent Karadach to attack Majorian’s advancing troops with the Akatziri, Iazyges & Alans while he personally led the Hunnish reserve (including the Utigur & Kutrigur cavalry) against Aetius.

Majorian, who had the Burgundians and most of the Franks under Merovech with him, pushed through Karadach’s forces with considerable difficulty after the Frankish king chanced upon his Akatziri counterpart and toppled the latter from his saddle in a clash of lances; this done, they continued on to attack Dengizich and Ernak’s forces, causing the brothers’ attack on Anthemius to begin to slacken as they turned to respond. The same could not be said of Aetius, whose division (backed by the Vandals, Moors and Visigoths) faced Attila’s household and elite troops – thousands of the bravest, cruelest and fiercest of his veterans, outfitted with the best weapons and armor the Huns had available either from their own forges or from plundering Roman cities & baggage trains. The fight on the Roman right/Hunnish left was simultaneously a stalemate and a hectic, sanguinary whirlwind, as the magister militum and the khagan matched each other blow for blow. Here Attila’s best lancers contended with the hundred Hun exiles Aetius still had, Western Roman bucellarii and Vandal heavy horsemen by the thousands, while their swiftest horse-archers traded arrows with the Berbers of Numidia and drew out cohorts of Roman infantry or bunches of Visigoth warriors to be attacked by their heavier-armed allies over several hours.

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The three main elements of Aetius' division at Reate: A Western Roman, a Vandal and a Visigoth

The stalemate took nearly six hours to break, as the Huns only began to crack when Dengizich fatally injured by a plumbata dart while personally trying to climb over the Roman shield-wall out of desperation. Ernak’s efforts to rally his brother’s men ended in disaster when he was in turn felled by Theodemir, who thereby avenged the Amali and their people; in the wake of these deaths, pressure from Majorian and the sheer unwillingness of Anthemius and Theodemir’s men to break in the face of repeated charges and arrow-storms, the bulk of the Hunnish army began to crumble by sunset. On his left, Attila’s warriors had killed Fredegar the Vandal and Caecilius the Moor – the latter had dismounted to join the former after his horse was shot out from underneath him, and they died fighting back-to-back against numerous Hunnish champions – and pressured Aetius’ division to their breaking point. But it was then that Honorius, determined to help defend his empire however he could despite his own youthful inexperience and uncertainty, and Count Arbogast led the Romans’ own reserve (comprised of the unengaged Western & Eastern legions and the Franks not part of Majorian’s own force) into action to assist Aetius: together they kept the Roman right in the fight until Anthemius & Majorian broke the bulk of the Hunnish army.

A last-ditch attempt by Attila to turn the tide by trying to kill Honorius outright was thwarted by Arbogast and the Vandals’ new ruler Gerlach, the son of Fredegar, who wasn’t much older than the emperor he defended. King Thorismund, initially thought to have died like his Vandal and Berber counterparts, was found alive but trapped within a pile of Hun, Roman and Visigoth corpses by his lieutenants, having broken both his sword and ax while trying to kill as many Huns as he could. Against the numbers now bearing down on them, even Attila’s best began to give way and retreat northwestward as night fell, with the Romans and their allies doing their best to pursue despite their own weariness and disorganization.

Once more, the Romans and Huns engaged in a series of skirmishes and smaller battles as the former chased the latter down through the night of February 5 and into the next morning – though these were markedly bloodier and more disorderly compared to the engagements fought between February 2-4. Attila himself was cornered before dawn on February 6 by the banks of the Velinus, east of the village of Graecium[9]: knowing full well that he’d get no mercy after everything he had done, he rode straight into the Velinus and allowed the waters to carry him downriver. His body was never found, and for a time Aetius feared that he had escaped their grasp, but months later these fears were allayed when the Sword of Mars was fished out by curious locals at the base of the Murmurantes[10]. Honorius II had the weapon’s finders rewarded handsomely: he and Aetius believed that Attila would never have parted with the blade as long as he lived, and so as long as they couldn’t spike his head next to those of Dengizich & Ernak, it was all the confirmation of his death they could get.

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Attila's famous sword, previously a sign of his power & invincibility in life, became a symbol of his total defeat in death

Meanwhile the leaderless Huns increasingly dispersed after February 6, scattering back north in small groups which had to further push their limits if they were to have any hope of escaping their Roman pursuers. The usurper Petronius Maximus was captured when Aetius’ legions sacked the Hunnish camp and the magister militum promptly had him summarily executed without fanfare. However, Honorius was merciful enough to intervene when Aetius sought to do the same to his son Palladius[11], instead sparing the latter on the condition that he forfeit his family’s substantial estates to the empire and become a monk in Aquitania.

The Battle of Reate was only the climax to a series of non-stop engagements which had begun at Falacrinum on January 31, and of course it was followed by the final skirmish near Graecium in which Attila committed suicide. As a result, this entire chain of engagements is sometimes collectively referred to as the ‘Seven Days’ Battles’, or even the singular ‘Seven Days’ Battle’ between the Huns and the Roman alliance. Regardless of whether they are treated separately or considered parts of a larger, interconnected campaign however, the result of these seven days of furious fighting was clear: Rome had finally, and at great cost, decisively defeated the Scourge of God who tormented both empires and sacked the city which gave them their name. All told, the Romans had lost nearly 15,000 men or about a quarter of their combined strength over these seven bloody days; the Huns, being the defeated party, assuredly sustained even worse casualties. For many centuries after the Seven Days, popular superstition in the Rieti Plain held that plants grown in the fertile valley (from grass to wheat to various trees) had acquired a taste for blood after so much of it had been shed there.

But the Romans’ success in killing Attila and shattering his army did not mean their troubles were at an end. Anthemius had to depart Italy within a month to deal with the threat still posed by Ellac, now frantically struggling to hold on to his father’s empire as many of his own Germanic vassals arose in rebellion and violently lashing out against Anatolius & Aspar in the Balkans. Honorius, Aetius & Majorian had to deal with mop-up duty against the Hunnish remnants fleeing Italy; the arduous task of, once again, rebuilding the Western empire after the devastation it had endured; and most dangerously, their own federates, who soon came to collect on the debt Ravenna owed them for their help against Attila.

The good news was that, with the defeat and death of Attila, the Western Romans were able to recover the plunder and free the slaves he’d taken from Rome. Since Attila had taken so many lives and destroyed so much on his way to the Eternal City, there was no small amount of land across Italy & Dalmatia available for resettlement by the liberated Roman captives, allowing Honorius to simultaneously alleviate the financial and demographic strains placed on his empire by that overpopulated city while also ensuring the continuation of the old Stilichian program to build a class of independent Roman smallholders, who would have a vested interest in fighting for the empire which had now given them and their families farms & a future outside the crowded insulae[12] of Rome. For the Senate’s role in electing Petronius Maximus to the purple and the disaster which followed, yet more land was expropriated from the Senators – this time, all of them – for this purpose too, though the individual confiscations were smaller than those levied by Stilicho & Eucherius before and no further executions, however merited they might’ve been, were conducted: in Honorius’ own words, enough Roman blood had been spilled in the past decade and he did not wish to shed even more if he could avoid it. Like Joannes before him, the treasurer Avitus was trusted with managing the redistribution & resettlement efforts, and did so quite ably.

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The land redistribution program executed by Avitus and his bureaucrats was far less flashy than Aetius' and Majorian's battles, but no less important to the revitalization of the Western Empire after the tribulations of the first half of the 5th century

As for Rome itself, even after restoring the stolen property and allowing those captives who didn’t want to settle the newly vacated lands in the countryside to return home, Honorius would have to spend years rebuilding the place after the sacking Attila had subjected it to. With the stormclouds of the Hunnic Empire having passed however, he believed he had the time to do so. Aetius also secured a more personal reward from the House of Stilicho by arranging the betrothal of his younger son Gaudentius[13] to Honorius’ sister Serena.

The bad news was that, besides the obvious fact that this resettlement process would take years, the various barbarian peoples in Roman service were now clamoring for their rewards. Despite the total victory over Attila, after the brutal beating the Western Romans had been taking for a decade (culminating in the extreme costs they had to pay in this last victorious war with Attila) Honorius was absolutely not in a position to deny them, and both he and they knew it – realistically, at most he could barter with them and try to get them to settle for less than what they initially asked for. It was with resignation and a heavy heart that he opened his court to their petitions throughout the summer and fall, relying heavily on the advice of Aetius and Majorian to build workable compromises and avoid either making too many concessions or mortally offending his federates to the point of starting a rebellion they could not overcome.
  • Merovech, who had made the single largest contribution to the Western Roman war effort, demanded all the lands of northern Gaul down to the Sequana; the emperor and Aetius were able to haggle with him until he accepted the Axona[14], up to & including the important fortress-city of Noviodunum[15].
  • Thorismund asked for a southward extension of his people’s lands in Hispania from his imperial nephew and received it, as far as Abula and Bracara Augusta[16]. The Ephesian bishops of those cities became important members of Thorismund’s court, and their faithful flocks helped to further counterbalance the influence of the lingering Arian partisans in Visigoth society.
  • Caecilius’ heir Ierna was officially titled governor of his home province of Mauretania Caesariensis, while Gerlach the Vandal saw his people’s domain inch closer toward Carthage and also secured sea access at Leptis Minor[17].
  • The Burgundians under Gondioc initially asked for land as far as Arelate, but Honorius was able to appease them by instead awarding them with ‘just’ Lugdunum, Vienna and Ebrodunum[18].
  • Finally, the Ostrogoths replaced – and indeed soon absorbed – the remnants of the fallen Rugians as the Western Roman Empire’s new easternmost federates, being settled in northeastern Italy and the badly devastated Dalmatian hinterland with the further promise of Pannonia once that was recovered while the Roman resettlement efforts focused on the provinces’ coast.
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Even in victory, Honorius had to concede so much to his barbarian federates that he almost felt as if he were the defeated party

After all these concessions, the most the Western Romans could say was that at least they still retained most of the most important and productive territories in their reduced provinces – Carthage and the nearby farmlands in Africa, for example – as well as geographical contiguity from Ravenna to Burdigala[19], Aurelianum & Toletum. Rome had not been fatally weakened and theoretically could (and Honorius, Aetius & Majorian certainly intended to) rebuild the strength to demand back, and if need be fight for, these cessions in the future, although such an undertaking was likely to take until the end of the 5th century at minimum – assuming nothing else goes horribly awry in the interim. As far as the potential of playing the federates against one another went, the Ostrogoths raised a new and interesting possibility: Theodemir’s people had already largely migrated to Dalmatia in the preceding years anyway, but he made the resettlement of Aquileia into his personal project – striving to rebuild the city around what sparse ruins he could still find with the help of his new neighbor Majorian – and soon enough gained the respect of the Romans themselves by taking to their customs like a fish to water & through the virtue of his wife Ereleuva, one of those still-rare Goths who heeded Ephesian orthodoxy.

As a sign of good faith and their renewed commitment to the Western Empire, these barbarian kings attended Honorius’ coronation ceremony in Rome. The young emperor had been acclaimed as such by Aetius’ soldiers in Ravenna the year before, true, but thanks to the utterly chaotic circumstances of his father’s death and Attila’s invasion of Italy it was hardly the sort of proper ceremony which Honorius himself could be proud of. Once a new Pope (appropriately one named Victor, the second Successor to Saint Peter to bear that name) was chosen and consecrated to replace the martyred Leo near the end of spring, the coronation itself was conducted on July 30. Honorius was once more raised on the shields of his triumphant soldiers, acclaimed by the thoroughly humbled Senate, had the purple cloak fastened around him, and then – out of thanks to God for the victory over Attila and respect for Pope Leo’s sacrifice, and perhaps also not mindful of the implications of his gesture – he knelt before the new Pontiff to be blessed and crowned with the Western imperial diadem, after which he spent hours receiving homage from various imperial officials and distributing gifts (mostly taken from Attila’s camp) to the troops. This was the first coronation ceremony in either empire’s history to involve one of the five great Patriarchs so heavily[20].

Meanwhile, to the north the Romano-Britons were finally keeping their end of the bargain made with Romanus, though they had come far too late to actually help against Attila. Ambrosius had been delayed the year before by the first major Saxon incursion into his lands, which he saw off in the Battle of Lindum in October of 450; although in this first engagement he was defeated in single combat by Ælle, his Sarmatian bodyguards saved him from death and he went on to lead his more disciplined army to victory over the Saxons anyway. Over the winter he had arrived in Gaul with 2,000 British legionaries, and while Laudaricus was long dead and Attila was too far away for him to engage, they proved helpful to Syagrius and the Gallic Praetorian Prefect Tonantius Ferreolus[21] in clearing out the last Hun and Teutonic warbands making a nuisance of themselves in the Gallic countryside. As for Ælle, after retreating back over the Abus and licking his wounds he found easier pickings among the northern Britons once more, conquering Elmet[22] without a fight after intimidating its local king Mascuid[23] into bending the knee while the latter’s overlord in Rheged was off fighting his brothers. To solidify ties between himself and his new vassal, who the Saxons would come to call ‘Maccus’ in their own tongue over the years, he arranged for the marriage of his eldest daughter Leofwynn to Mascuid’s heir Llaenog.

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Ambrosius of Britain rides out to welcome his uninvited Saxon guests to Lindum

Speaking of the Huns’ Germanic subjects, as the Western Romans began to pick up the pieces Attila left in his bloody wake, their Eastern cousins were still dealing with Ellac in the Balkans. Anthemius returned from Italy to find the situation markedly improving: the final defeat and death of Attila threw the Hunnic Empire into crisis, as the Germanic peoples who fought in Laudaricus’ army at Lutetia were not as bloodied as the Sarmatian and Turkic vassals who were defeated alongside Attila himself in the Seven Days, and now took their chance to revolt against their hated overlords. Gepids, Heruls, Thuringians, Alamanni, Suebi and the Sarmatian Iazyges – all these peoples formed an anti-Hun alliance, electing the Gepid king Ardaric to be their war-leader, and threw the entire western half of the Hunnish Empire into turmoil. Ellac could rely only on his own warriors and the Scirians, who so far remained loyal only due to the close proximity of said Hun warriors to their own, and had to abandon most of his gains with hardly a fight to battle the rebels for control over the crumbling domain he’d inherited. Still as he retreated Aspar, Anthemius and Anatolius all advanced, while Edeko and his sons pressured him to fight for their people’s homeland.

Disregarding Edeko’s wishes, Ellac instead continued north to fight the rebel army gathering on the Pannonian plain. Ardaric took to the offensive sooner than anticipated however, and met the Huns & Scirians near Cusum[24] on August 15. In the ensuing battle the Teutonic league prevailed, driving the surprised Huns back over the Danube and toward the united Eastern Roman army which at this point had just liberated Naissus. The new khagan did not live to figure out how to escape this bind, for Odoacer and his brother Onoulphus[25] assassinated him in his sleep on September 21 at their father’s behest. Edeko meanwhile led a surprise attack on the Hunnish camp, scattering their remaining warriors under Onegesius & Skottas and kidnapping Gurbesu, one of Ellac’s sisters; though he immediately forced her into marriage with Odoacer, he did not dare claim rule over the soon-to-be-former Hunnish Empire and instead sought terms with Constantinople.

Anthemius agreed to leave the Scirians alone if they restricted their settlement to the Diocese of Dacia and the province of Pannonia Secunda, which conveniently were the parts of Illyricum assigned to the Western Empire and not his own in the terms Theodosius II had reached with Romanus two years before. The gutted and decapitated Hunnic Empire itself effectively disintegrated soon after this, its western half completely imploding into several feuding Germanic kingdoms while the tribes constituting its eastern half – fatally weakened by the Seven Days’ Battles – were now easy prey for new nomads moving in from the east such as the Saragurs, Oghurs and Onogurs[26].

As to what reason Anthemius may have had to turn away from the Balkans despite the continued presence of the Scirians & the Slavs still squatting in Thrace and Moesia, to the east Armenia had spiraled into turmoil. In 450 Mihr Narseh advised Shah Yazdgerd to crack down on the Armenian Christians for supporting the Ephesian orthodoxy at the Council of 449, bringing themselves further into alignment with Rome. The Persians destroyed Armenian churches to make way for Zoroastrian fire-temples and sent Zoroastrian priests to replace Christian ones with the protection of Persian soldiers, sparking a major Armenian revolt: the rebellion benefited from the presence of several prominent magnates, particularly the elderly but highly experienced veteran Vardan Mamikonian[27], previously the sparapet (supreme commander) of the Armenian troops in Sassanid service.

The Sassanids were not as well-prepared to defeat the rebellion as Mihr Narseh had thought, as they hadn’t yet fully recovered from the latest beating they took at the Eastern Romans & Hephthalites’ hands. Said Hephthalites had been massing for an invasion of India while the Guptas were distracted, but when Khingila heard of the Persians’ troubles from the Eastern Roman embassy to his court in Bactra, he changed tack and led his army against the Sassanids once more instead, citing their slowness in paying him tribute (which was true, because Mihr Narseh used the tribute money to build an army) as the cause. Yazdgerd had to split his already diminished forces to contend with both the Armenians and Hephthalites, and was promptly defeated by both – Mamikonian’s army crushed his own at Avarayr[28] in June of 451 while the Hephthalites spent the year pillaging as far as Kerman.

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Vardan Mamikonian's great victory at Avarayr was celebrated by all Christians as one of their Church over fire-worshiping Oriental pagans

Anthemius took advantage of the crisis to proclaim the Armenians to be under his protection soon after, and while the Eastern Roman army had been badly bloodied by the Huns, it could still magnify the threat of the large but disorganized Armenian army. To keep Aspar well away from himself, he sent the untrustworthy Alan general to shore up the Roman military presence on their border with Armenia. At this point Yazdgerd recognized the disaster he’d blundered into and sought to fire Mihr Narseh for his ill counsel, but the old vizier outmaneuvered and assassinated him just before Adaregan (the Zoroastrian festival celebrating fire on November 24) to clear the way for a more pliable puppet in the crown prince Hormizd. In opposition to Hormizd & Mihr-Narseh, Yazdgerd’s younger son Peroz[29] fled to join the Hephthalites, promising Khingila more concessions in exchange for placing him on the Persian throne. The Sassanid star now seemed to be setting further still while that of the Romans recovered, and that of the Guptas was firmly ascendant – with the Hephthalites attacking Persia instead, Skandagupta was not distracted from completing his subjugation of the Vakatakas toward the end of 451, expanding Gupta power deep into central India.

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1. Western Roman Empire
2. Eastern Roman Empire
3. Franks
4. Burgundians
5. Visigoths
6. Ostrogoths
7. Mauri
8. Vandals
9. Romano-Britons
10. Saxons
11. Britons
12. Alamanni & Suebi
13. Thuringians
14. Scirians
15. Iazyges
16. Gepids
17. Sclaveni
18. Heruli
19. Caucasian kingdoms of Lazica, Iberia & Albania
20. Armenia
21. Sassanid Empire
22. Ghassanids
23. Lakhmids
24. Garamantians
25. Hephthalites
26. Gupta Empire
27. Rouran Khaganate
28. Song Dynasty
29. Korean kingdoms of Goguryeo, Baekje, Gaya & Silla

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[1] Late Roman scouts.

[2] Flaccitheus’ successor as king of the Rugians, who historically aided Odoacer in toppling Romulus Augustulus but later came to blows with him and was executed in 487 after being defeated at Vienna.

[3] The River Velino.

[4] Posta, Lazio.

[5] Rieti.

[6] Micigliano.

[7] Historically, the Hunnish diviners instead prophesied that if Attila fought on the Catalaunian Plains he’d lose disastrously, but manage to kill one of the enemy generals. In that case, it was Theodoric the Visigoth who fell.

[8] Historical successor to Valamir & Vidimir, King of the Ostrogoths from 470 to 475 and father to Theodoric the Great. As another member of the Amaling clan which ruled the Ostrogoths, he was almost certainly related to the brothers who preceded him. Curiously, although Theodemir was an Arian like most of his people, his wife Ereleuva was known to be a Nicene Christian and probably influenced her son’s friendly policies toward his Nicene Italo-Roman subjects.

[9] Greccio.

[10] The Cascata della Marmore near Terni, the world’s largest artificial waterfall where the Velino pours into the River Nera.

[11] Historically Caesar under his father for two months in 455, Palladius was lynched by the same mob that killed his father when they tried to abandon Rome ahead of Gaiseric’s Vandal army.

[12] The apartments of ancient Rome’s urban mob, often major fire & health hazards.

[13] Aetius’ only known son by his second wife, likely a much younger brother to Carpilio. Historically Aetius and Emperor Valentinian III arranged a marriage between him and the latter’s younger daughter Placidia, but the wedding was obviously called off when Valentinian murdered Aetius not long after and Gaudentius disappeared into obscurity after being taken to Carthage by the conquering Vandals in 455.

[14] The River Aisne.

[15] Soissons.

[16] Braga.

[17] Monastir, Tunisia.

[18] Embrun.

[19] Bordeaux.

[20] Historically the first time a Patriarch crowned a Roman emperor was when Patriarch Anatolius of Constantinople did so for Leo the Thracian in 457.

[21] An old and prominent Romano-Gallic civil official who historically was successful in balancing the need to organize Gaul’s defenses against Attila with public sentiment against conscription & the levying of taxes. Afterwards, he led the resistance to Visigoth attempts to expand their power in Gaul. He was probably related to Sidonius Apollinaris and Aegidius’ family.

[22] The West Riding of Yorkshire.

[23] Cerdic of the West Saxons has been hypothesized to actually have been a Briton collaborator who ingratiated himself with the oncoming Anglo-Saxons, and eventually rose to lead the Gewissae (Wessex’s predecessors) himself.

[24] Novi Sad.

[25] Also known as Hunulf, he was Odoacer’s younger brother and loyal general. Soon after Theodoric the Great defeated & murdered Odoacer, Onoulphus was killed by the Ostrogoths while seeking refuge in a church.

[26] All Turkic nomads who historically replaced the Huns and their steppe subjects, such as the Akatziri, in the 460s.

[27] Much as is the case ITL, historically Vardan (and the Mamikonian clan in general) led the Armenian resistance against the Sassanids in 451. For their perseverance in the Christian faith against Zoroastrian Persia, both he and his daughter Shushanik are celebrated as saints in the Armenian Church today.

[28] Churs, Iran.

[29] Peroz I did historically usurp the Persian throne from his older brother Hormizd with the help of the Hephthalites, though in less messy circumstances for Persia as a whole. He later turned against his benefactors and warred with them thrice, but was defeated all three times and finally killed in battle near Balkh by the Eftal king Akhshunwar/Khushnavaz in 484.
 
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