Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 23:12:42 GMT
A Hunnic force - largely comprised of Kutrigurs - thunders across Sclavenia. The city of Sclava is burnt to the ground, the smell of burning flesh penetrates the air as its inhabitants are thrown onto fires for amusement. On all the major routes and walkways, the way is marked with hundreds of impaled Slavs, of all ages, both men and women.
The Kutrigurs are brutal and offer no mercy. Some women, and a few boys, survive by being taken as concubines, but they are afforded none of the usual dignity granted to wives, and fare little better than the dead.
The Kutrigurs are further angered to discover that the arch-traitor, Ivaylo, has fled further afield and crossed the Rhine. They do not despair, however, as this time there is no bloody wedding to halt their advance, and they fully intend to raid into Roman territory.
When the dust settles, only very few remain alive to serve their Hunnic masters. A meagre five thousand in a province that had once been home to thirty thousand. Those that had not left with Ivaylo largely came to regret that decision, being taken as Roman slaves or used for Hunnic vengeance.
The Kutrigurs are brutal and offer no mercy. Some women, and a few boys, survive by being taken as concubines, but they are afforded none of the usual dignity granted to wives, and fare little better than the dead.
The Kutrigurs are further angered to discover that the arch-traitor, Ivaylo, has fled further afield and crossed the Rhine. They do not despair, however, as this time there is no bloody wedding to halt their advance, and they fully intend to raid into Roman territory.
When the dust settles, only very few remain alive to serve their Hunnic masters. A meagre five thousand in a province that had once been home to thirty thousand. Those that had not left with Ivaylo largely came to regret that decision, being taken as Roman slaves or used for Hunnic vengeance.