Zentmeister

The year is 407 AD and Rome is at the precipice. In the West, a usurper by the name of Flavius Claudius Constantinus has declared himself emperor. By doing this, he and his traitor legions have fractured the Western Roman Empire into two. At the same time, the north bleeds! Countless germans swarm across the borders of the Empire and pillage its lands in their ruthless raids. Alaric, King of the Goths, rises to a position of prominence and threatens the ancient capital of the dying Empire with his barbarian hordes. As if things weren't bad enough, rumors from the east state that a mysterious power rises within the fogs of war, threatening to drown the Empire in a river of blood.

As a response to these threats, the indolent emperor Honorius has given orders to his supreme commander Flavius Stilicho to reclaim the province of Gaul from the usurper. However, should he leave the heartland of the Empire undefended, undoubtedly Alaric would invade. Thus, under the threat of barbarians at the gates, Stilicho dispatches a young roman general by the name of Titus Claudius Marcellus to bring an end to the reign of the usurper. Will Rome fall to the tides of barbarians and traitors alike? Or can Marcellus restore a world collapsing around him? Find out in Heir of Aurelian!

Heir of Aurelian

Frank moaned in displeasure as he carefully stacked the red bricks on top of the cement, binding them together. He could not believe he was spending the weekend helping his father build a wood fire kiln, when he could be out hanging out with his friends. He was not shy and quickly voiced his discontent with the current situation.

"Why the hell am I the one stuck building this stupid thing? Can't Maria do it? I am in the prime of my youth and have other shit I could be doing!"

Frank's father Marco was not the slightest bit happy with the tone his son was using, and instantly smacked him over the head with his cement encrusted hands.

"Watch your mouth, boy! Your know how your mother loves her pottery! Her birthday is coming up, and I intend to gift her this homemade kiln so she can create all the porcelain she desires! Besides, this is your punishment for building a still in the garage!

Dreams of the Past Part I