TOPIC: (Storytelling) Origins

Rome was invading. Their was no end to it. Perseus knew he could never hold back from the unstoppable Roman Army, full of footsoldiers and mighty warriors mounted on horseback. The Third war had come to an end, and Perseus could only hold his place for the time being- however long that lasted.

Perseus leaned back in his seat, over countless map and battle plans. "I know we have gained victories. Rome is being driven off northeastern Greece, why do you think we came to the River Elpeus?"

Milo laughed in despair and frustration. "Have you not heard of Carthage, pr the Phoenicians? They thought they could come back, didn't they?"

Perseus frowned as Milo continued, " Anyone who goes against rome is crushed and chewed on. They are unstoppable!"

Just as Milo ended his sentence, a horn blew. The Romans had come from rear. Perseus was suddenly on his feet, yelling at his men to "Get ready for battle!" They were quickly mounting their horses and aligning in a phalanx position. The Guard had finally gotten their armor on and spears ready, when a single man came over the nearby hill, wearing Roman uniform and bearing a heavy Latin accent.

"Halt! You are Roman, come no farther!" shouted one of the Guards.

"I am sorry! I bring news for my King, Perseus of Macedon!" the Roman deserter shouted. "The Romans think you're fools! They are trying to make you think they are flanking, but an even stronger force comes from the road!"

Perseus had no choice but to retreat. He sadly told 12000 men, along with Milo, to block the approach road, as he rode to Katarani, with a force of 49000 men.

That night, the moon turned red. The stars and Earth darkened under the lunar eclipse. The Macedonians shuddered at the sign of ill omen.

Perseus had to accept that he would loose. After "victories" that only held of the inevitable, his time was coming. He needed to end his rule with something great, so that the Empire of Alexander was always remembered.

He shouted to some of his most trusted Guards. They came inside the tent.

"Do not tell a soul what is said here tonight. We are dead men, Roman prisoners of war. I hate admit, I have failed Alexander." He got up from his chair. "Tonight, I make a legacy that no Roman, Persian, Greek, Egyptian, or any other man, will forget. Tonight, I tell you to be servants of your kingdom, not your king. I have no needs for servants as a failure. I tell you to go out and show the world the worthiness of the Macedonian kingdom,"

And so each man stepped forward.

The first was Alexander, named after the old king. "I pledge, on the Red Moon, that the Macedonian kingdom will be remembered as the greatest. I promise Macedonian supremacy! No man will forget us!"

The second was Boris, a loud speaker and brave man. "I pledge, on the flooding river of Elpeus, that the Macedonian kingdom will never be placed above another. I promise Macedonian justice! No man will forget us!"

The third was Aerus, a thinker and strategist. "I pledge, on the Mount Olympus that stands before us, that the Macedonian kingdom will be protected from harm. I promise in Macedonian protection! No man will forget us!"

King Perseus, was struck in the side by an arrow the next day, in the midst of the battle of Pydna. He was captured by Roman forces, and placed under permanent house arrest. He would never see Macedon again. Yet, his legacy lived on.

The group of three men would eventually grow into a power. They were fighters. They were terminators. They were Paladins.

(( Thank you for reading my story, I enjoy writing and I am planning on doing post similar to this to explain events in roleplay. I have been asked constantly what the Paladins stand for. I decided to make a story to explain were they come from, and what they stood for. Have a nice day!))

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