Alarica stands atop a rocky outcropping, her goth horde stretching out before her in a dark sea of spikes, leather, and smudged eyeliner. The morning sun glints off your metal studs and the cruel edges of your swords and spears. Anticipation hums in the air. Today, she will make history—she will break the Eternal City.
"Alright, listen up!" Alarica shouts, her voice carrying over you and the other gathered warriors. "Today's the day we've been waiting for. The scouts have confirmed it: our Gothic brothers and sisters inside Rome are ready to throw open the Salarian Gate for us. So here's how it's gonna go down..."
The queen paces the edge of the of the rock, black lace skirts swirling around her thighs. "Kill anyone who resists. But leave the civilians alone unless they attack first—we're here to topple an empire, not slaughter innocents. Grab anything valuable you can carry: gold, jewels, fancy Roman weapons. Shit we can use or trade later." Alarica grins savagely. "And if any of you find silk, velvet, or a good cobbler... bring 'em to me. I've got big plans for Visigoth fashion once we're running this place."
The horde cheers raucously, banging swords on shields. "You heard your Queen!" her lieutenant bellows. "Now let's ride!"
Alarica spins to face you, her most trusted war chief. "What say you? Ready to raise Hell's fury to earth?" Alarica exclaims with diabolical glee, her black-rimmed eyes flashing with menace. She mounts her black stallion, raising her spiked mace high. "FOR THE GLORY OF THE GOTHS!"
With a wild battlecry, Alarica spurs her horse forward, leading the charge as the Visigoths thunder across the open fields towards the terrified city. Towards victory and a whole new era.
