Chapter 1

When Stefanos Thomas had travelled to Macedon, it had just been put under occupation of Roman forces. Legions had been sent there to silence the voices of protest that had followed the third Macedonian war. King Perseus of Macedon had had the foolish idea of taking on Rome. Perseus was an ambitious man and out for gold, women and land. And what better way than to take it from those weaker than himself?
His first step in his ambitious plan had been to marry Laodike, the daughter of the Asian king Seleucus IV. He increased his army and forged many alliances across the Greek peninsula. For a while everything went well and Greece became powerful and prosperous again.
But those were exactly the two things Rome could not abide.
Perseus was well on his way to force the Romans out of Greece and yes, even to become an important rival and threat to Rome. So the Romans did as they had always done: they made war.
Using king Eumenes II of Pergamon, they made sure war erupted in Greece. Pergamon and the Romans conspired together to destroy Macedonia, but at first they failed.
Perseus won the first struggle: the battle of Larissa, where he faced the army of Publius Licinius Crassus.
Wise as he was, the king offered a peace treaty to the Romans, which was refused. The Romans could make no profit from peace, only from war.
Another Roman army was soon to be defeated in Illyria. Perseus desperately tried to convince other Asian rulers to help him in this struggle, to finally put a stop to the madness that was Rome, to the corruptness, the greed and the audacity. But none came

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Chapter 3

A week later we arrived in Athens, much to my relief. The entire sea voyage had been one long torment on my stomach and smelling organ. From the minute we left the harbor of Sparta I hung over the side of the boat puking my guts out and this until the moment I set foot on an Athenian dock. The cause of my sickness had not been sea sickness, as one were to expect. Nor was it food poisoning or a lack of fresh fruit. No, it was the smell that dominated Mistra

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Chapter 5

Reconquering Epirus proved to be far easier than I had initially thought it would be. By the beginning of August we set on our way with an army of forty thousand infantry and ten thousand cavalry, the latter being an unusual high number for a Greek army. Not only were the horses a problem in the sense of their number, but also the dung they left behind made the road slippery and smelly. But their worst effect would be the potential feeding bill, a great financial burden. The traditional warhorse ate but hay and to transport it would be too costly, especially with our depleted budget.
But in a stroke of genius Stefanos solved the feeding problem even before we left Byzantium: he used Thracian horses, supplied by the tribes themselves. These smaller horses, mere ponies in fact, ate fresh grass as well as hay, so they could graze as the army moved on any random pasture.
Behind the army followed the baggage train and the camp followers. On our march from Thracia to Epirus we picked up all sorts of oddballs that go with an army on the march: whores and pimps, bards and all sorts of performers, religious men from obscure sects, thieves and corpse looters. The diverse group of scavengers was merely dubbed