The Cyclopes wars
The time of Emperor Lucius Tiber was one of rapid expansion and war. When the early Tiberii army marched north to the southern tip of the worlds Edge Mountains they met little resistance from small bands of Orcs and Beastmen. A few small human tribes had quickly joined the Tiberii. Lucius’ camp was attacked during the night. Expecting Orcs to be the culprits, Lucius and his commanders rallied the sleeping troops and to their dismay, they saw giant men with a singular eye. The battle that was fought that night was brutal and bloody. Hundreds of Tiberii lay dead and dozens of Cyclopes also died in the battle. A master stroke of the newly named house Flavious (Tiber wolf tribe) managed to trap one of the brutes alive. Once the beast was chained to two giant trees did the Emperor approach the creature. Lucius discovered why the roaming band attacked them; they had been fleeing their cousin race, the Ogres, during tribal warfare. The Cyclopes people desired peace while the Ogres only wanted wealth, food and battle. On the great journey south, the Cyclopes had been attacked and harassed by humans all they way. The emperor sensing an opportunity offered an alliance between the Tiberii and Cyclopes people, giving lands but at the price that they fight for the Tiberii when called. The brute who named himself Farvarn agreed to this and was released to the objections of the Emperors advisors.
Soon Farvarn had has passed from sight.
The next day the Tiberii continued with the mission; bringing the tribal humans of the area to their banner. Before they could reach the next tribe, the scouts had sighted a huge host of Cyclopes assembled for war, after a few survivors form the camp attack made it back to their people. The Emperor looked on in horror, after he let the brute live as well. The army was ordered to open fire with their bows on the goliaths, but upon this the Cyclopes host charged with a speed surprising of their size and battle was met. The Cyclopes and Tiberii battled into the night, but just as the Cyclopes gained the upper hand and closed in on the Emperor and his guard, a mighty bellow came from behind the lines of the Tiberii. It was Farvarn, the Cyclopes stopped the fighting and kneeled to Farvarn; their tribal chief. Farvarn walked past the Emperor and smiled. Farvarn yelled in a primitive tongue, in which the Cyclopes retreated a small distance from the survivors. The Great Chief Farvarn told how his tribe found out about his capture and attacked before he could find them. Farvarn pledged the entire Cyclopes tribe to the service of the Tiberii.
To this day the Cyclopes still honour the pact made hundreds of years ago and live in a productive settlement within the lands of the Tiberii. The Cyclopes have made fast friends of two of the major houses. House Brutus, who live for war, see Cyclopes as mighty warriors. House Pyrus is also very fond of the brutes, as they constantly give homage and praise to the house as they have never seen magic of this kind before. House Pyrus use Cyclopes to guard there temples, something they do with pride.
The jungle disaster
For the last few decades the Tiberii have tried to expand the empire out of its small corner of the world. The south was the first target of the Tiberii, after the scouts of house Flavious had penetrated deep in to the jungles of the south and returned with news of golden cities lost to the ages broken rocks, vine covered walls that still gleamed in the sun, the Emperor and his advisor's thought this to be a chance to not only expand the empire but to make them all rich beyond the imagination of ordinary men. The first two legions marched out of the empire with glee as they thought these cities abandoned and the chance to plunder.
On the second day of the expedition a few of the men had already taken ill, fever like symptoms had begun. That night as the legions made camp a myriad of strange insects, snakes and lizards assailed the men as they slept some died instantly from poison or critical wounds, many more had to endure a horrid death at the hands of infection. Legate Junarious Brutus was in charge of the expedition and ordered that the sick and dying be left behind lest they slow them down.
After a few more days of the harsh environment over half the forces under Legate Junarious had died, but the brutal Legate pushed the men on. On the 13th day of the expedition a weary group of scouts returned to Junarious with good news, they had sighted the city. The Legate roused the men and marched on the city to find it still as the scouts said empty, the men soon set about prying gems from walls and statues, House Brutus had no need for trinkets they only care for battle.
As the men camped for the first time in two weeks with the open nights sky above their heads a blood curdling roar came from just beyond the tree line. The men looked frightened but the Legate smiled to himself, after an hour or so the ground trembled slightly and soon the trees parted a huge creature larger than a Cerberus but with huge horns and think scales, it came ploughing in the camp killing dozens in its rage before it was brought low by a volley of arrows. The entire camp was silent until the same roar from before came again. The creature that came from the trees this time was a huge lizard walking on two legs, a giant mouth that bristled with teeth bellowed another roar, many men ran into the jungle including the scouts. Junarious rallied some of his men and charged the beast only to be crushed under its enormous scaly feet. The beast ate well that night and the city was stained in the blood of the Tiberii.
Only two scouts made it back to the empire, they soon died of there wounds but they gave a dire message one the leaders of House Flavious took note of, it was that to march south was to spell doom for any man foolish enough.
Since the days that that Emperor Barkurious was but an esteemed Legate Davidicus has stood at his side, a grim man who care only that the glory of the Tiberii is shown in battle. When Davidicus first earned the rank of Centurion he was a man with no real battle experience, a man more like a scholar then a warrior. Davidicus soon received his orders to march out to bolster the ranks of Legate Barkurious. On the way to the camp on the borders of the Tiberii empire the legions Colum was ambushed by Beastmen, howling, braying monsters that tore the frightened Legionnaires apart. After the initial attack had landed, Davidicus managed to keep his head and sent a runner on horse to let Barkurious know of the ambush. With the runner sent Davidicus managed to reform his men in to a battle line, although badly outnumbered the Tiberii fought like mad men.
Davidicus hopeful that Barkurious would arrive soon surveyed the battle around him and saw a monster out of the nightmares of men, a Minotaur lord. Davidicus seeing his men fall to the brute decided to sell his life for those of his men, but to sell it dearly indeed. The clash between Davidicus and Minotaur lord should have been certain death for Davidicus, but as the Centurion and his small band of mounted Praetorian guard charged the beast they soon found themselves cut of from the main battle line and being torn asunder by the might and bloodlust of the Minotaur. Davidicus charged the brute with his spear ready to strike into the heart of the blood crazed giant. The spear shattered the massive chest of the Minotaur. When the Minotaur finally realised Davidicus had tried to hurt him he went into a rage never seen before, and destroyed most of everything around him Legionnaires, Beastmen and trees alike Davidicus found himself without a horse and began to think clever, soon he was darting between piles of corpses keeping the Minotaur away from his men and using the dead to feed and slow the brute.
As night fell Barkurious arrived at the head of a column of Praetorian Cavalry, which struck into the braying herds. The Minotaur soon beset the Legate who was hard pressed to strive of the attack but in the moment that Barkurious was lying on the ground about to receive the last blow did Davidicus strike his mighty blow to the beast legs bringing it to its knees, Davidicus the circled to the front of the monster that was trying to reach another meal and in one giant blow he cut out its throat, the beast before it died trying to drink its own blood in its frenzy fell. Seeing their mighty lord die and fresh Legionaries marching to attack, the Beastmen fell back towards the forest, only to be met with a hail of arrows, House Flavious had found their way to battle and so did the men on the Tiberii Empire defeat a hated foe.
Davidicus and Barkurious became fast friends.
To this day Davidicus is the right hand of the Emperor Barkurious and the bearer of the Banner of the Ancient Bear the personal banner of the Emperor. A grim and uncompromising warrior who fully believes in the ideals of the Tiberii.