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on_holy_groundDarius watched as his men surged around him, intent on the small city that lay in their path and the people there that had dared to deny Alaric that which he sought. He made no move to join them in their moment of wild passion, although he did nothing to stop them either. This was quite simply their need for revenge, fueled by the bloody head that had been given to them as a message of the Roman Emperor’s will. Darius had seen such things far too often to let it fuel his own passions, and so would take no part in this single battle on the road to their intended goal.
After a winter of waiting however, his men needed this moment to prepare them for the road ahead. They needed it to remind them of the value to be had in order, discipline, and most importantly, purpose. They needed it to clear their vision and steady their hand for the more important battles that lay beyond this one. They needed it to bring back the knowledge of why it was they served under him, rather than Alaric himself.
There was a place for such passion to be sure, but it should always be backed by a purpose, and their true purpose was Rome itself.
After a winter of waiting however, his men needed this moment to prepare them for the road ahead. They needed it to remind them of the value to be had in order, discipline, and most importantly, purpose. They needed it to clear their vision and steady their hand for the more important battles that lay beyond this one. They needed it to bring back the knowledge of why it was they served under him, rather than Alaric himself.
There was a place for such passion to be sure, but it should always be backed by a purpose, and their true purpose was Rome itself.
