728 BCE / XXV Ann. Ab Urbe Condita
Much has transpired since last the House of the Augustus addressed its people to chronicle the divine Res Gestae of the Empire. Nations have fallen, new alliances forged, and torrents of blood — red and golden alike — spilt on the battlefields.
Rome’s grip on the Underworld slipped, and a band of dishonourable gods from the northern lands, blinded by hubris, set loose myriad terrors upon the mortal plane. And still, more fortune falls on Rome. Traversing the foothills of Thessaly one afternoon, the divine Princeps came to the foot of a great mountain. Climbing the rugged stone, Bacchus came upon a lush grove atop a plateau, disturbed only by hoof prints in the mud -- could it be? Indeed, the legends of a sacred mountain in northern Achaea were true: Mount Pelion, tranquil home of the centaur Chiron, has made itself known to mortals, entering swiftly under Rome’s protection to feed the hungry minds of scholarly Romans.
With Pelion incorporated, Bacchus continued north to the River Danube. Eons ago, when Aeneas descended to the depths of Hades, he was warned of the future great enemies of Rome: Hannibal, Sharpur, Attila, and more . The Dacian king, Decebalus, was not among them.
Thus emboldened, the Emperor crossed the river into the snowy barbarian lands. The people of Dacia — innkeepers and cruel Kings alike — prostrated forthwith, having felt the sting of imperial gold before. They pleaded with the Emperor for Roman protection. Putting the Dacians under the yoke, Bacchus agreed to annex the province, in exchange for regular tributes to the Imperial Treasury and honourable sacrifices to the gods of Rome.
The might of Rome is unsurpassed — like the unconquered sun, Roma Invicta spins ever onward. The Fates only know what awaits the people of Aeterna; darkness may yet creep over the world in the wake of Pluto’s fall, but the descendants of mighty Troy shall hold firm.
Fortuna Audaces Iuvat