ACT III

Rome once the capital of the world is now the grave of the roman people of a cataclysm That no one could have predicted after several generations of roman superiority and Arrogance the visigothic barbarian mercenaries reminded their erstwhile masters of where Real military power lays on the night of August twenty fourth four hundred and ten Rebel Slaves a suborned official or perhaps an unknown party quietly opened the gates of Rome To admit the Visigoths they embarked on a three day spree of plunder and destruction That left the eternal city in smoking ruin better to have an enemy that slaps you in the face Than a friend who stabs you in the back