Pompey Magnus's Camp

[Pompey Magnus]

Pompey sat in his tent, with several of his commanding Tribunes and a few Legates. His small military force had caused a full retreat from Italia, and so he was stuck here... In Greece. He had four of his veteran legions coming here, to join with Pompe in hopes to defeat Caesar. His Tribune approached him, feeling good, and with great news.*

"Consul Magnus, all four of your legions are arrived in Greece, and Caesar is on his way... You can crush him now that you have more power, sire!"

*Pompey nodded, and dismissed his Tribune. He sighed in releif and smiled alittle. He had finnally gotten a stroke of luck in these past weeks, and the gods were smiling on him again.*

[Pompey Magnus]

*Pompey awoke, early in the morning. He poured water from a vase in his tent, into a stone bowl. He used his hands to wash off his face, and then let out a sigh. He went out of his tent, still dressed in his sleeping garments. Pompey looked through the skies, searching for some sort of good omen, telling him to ward off Caesar. Nothing came, the sky was clear with no possible omens from anyone. He went back into his tent, and called for his servant to put his armour on. The servant came, followed by Pompey's cheif of staff.*

"Pompey Magnus, Caesar has landed in Eprius... 9,000 Men sir..."

*Pompey was glad to hear this, and nodded to the cheif of staff.*

"Send a message to all of the Legates, tell them to break camp... We go after Caesar."