Imperator: Resurrection of an Empire

The sea whispered of conquest.

Wind cut low across the Greecian Strait, raking salt and cold across sails pulled taut by the proud masts of the Imperium’s Breath — flagship of the Romanus Western Fleet.

Behind her, spread in disciplined formation over the frothing blue, followed over two hundred warships — triremes, dromons, fire barges, and troop galleys — their hulls sleek and black with the war lacquer of Romanus, their prows shaped like wolves and gods.

The fleet sailed for weeks, having launched first from Romanus across numerous ports, travelling through the strait while checking and confirming the conquest of the Achaeian coasts, even after getting out of the straight and entering the western seas, they did not leave sight of the coastline, their goal to advance only as far as Cavalry General Elheat had taken his own forces.

This was achieved after much shock to the Romanus sailors as they finally reached the final point of the expeditionary forces march.

Achaleon, one of the most northern warm water ports, of Achae before you get to the bay separating Francia from Achae.

General Elheats conquest was going extremely well, and thanks to that the Navy had a fantastic staging point from which to launch their own invasion, while the Germanians continued to engage the Achaeian mainland forces as they struggled to advance on the mainland.

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From the watchtowers atop the reconstituted port-city of Achaleon, signal fires lit the harbor sky, mirrored by brass mirrors and semaphore flags, each relaying the final order from the command ship.

Launch.

And so the navy moved.

For thousands of years, the western shores of Francia had been considered untouchable.