Destroy the Barbarian Clan

Your commander gathers best of his men and leaves with a careful plan to take the Barbarian clan by surprise.

You await the nervously in your camp for hours waiting for the news along with your trusted council.

A couple hours later, a bloody and bruised soldier enters your tent.

"My king," he says.

"What's the news?" You ask curiously.

"We have won. We decimated the barbarian clan quickly. When we got there we found all of them in a drunken orgy. They neither had any weapons on them or any senses to defend. We easily took their warriors out and captured rest of the village."

"That is an excellent news," you say basking in the glory of your first, even if minor, conquest.

"That's not all, they were a considerably large clan and had amassed a considerable amount of loot in terms of grains, cotton, silk, animals, iron and gold."

"Wonderful, bring them all in here. Tonight will be the night remembered as the birth of the Roman Kingdom. This is where it began."

The next morning you visit the spoils of war along with your loyal council. You realize that the quantities of the captured goods and gold were not oversold by the soldier. If anything, it was even more than what you had imagined.

You know these resources will be of tremendous impact towards building your empire and creating a long lasting civilization.

"Where is their leader?" You ask the commander.

"My king, he is in our captive along with his wife."

"Bring them both to my tent. We will make a decision about their fate." You say as you head back to your tent.

As you await in your tent your closest minister comes to your council, "my king, today the decisions you make will have a long lasting impact on your kingdom. I just wanted to make sure you know that the wisdom of the council is at your service as you may need."

"I thank you and your wisdom always Minister Amulius," you say.

Just as you finish your sentence you see that the barbarian leader is brought into your presence. He is a tall, brawny man with long hair and face covered with beard and bruises.

Along with him he see his wife, a foot shorter than the man, but still fairly tall. Broad shoulders and her long neck still held high. She has short hair ending just above her shoulder and battle scars all over her busty body.

"What is your name?" You demand an answer from the barbarian.

"Mauh!" He answers defiantly.

"And you are the leader of your men?"

"Yes!"

"We have information on all the villages you raided and your plans to raid our city," you say as you point the barbarian scout standing in the corner who gave you away the information. "This is an unpardonable crime, do you deny it?"

"So the weak whore gave away our information. I deny nothing. Yes we steal and loot. That's what we do," he said in pride.

"Then you are found guilty in our court and will be judged. Take him out, and put him in front of his people and where he will receive his judgement that I and the council deliver."

The soldiers take the two of them away as you are left with your council. You gesture them to give their thoughts.

"My king, these barbarians are good warriors but only respect power. We could use their strength but not as long as their leader is alive. They will always have their loyalties towards them." The commander said.

"There is truth to that, my king," minister Amulius added," but showing mercy to their leader may also buy their loyalty towards you. Perhaps a punishment less harsher than ****."

You ponder on your decision for a while before making up your mind.

"Thank your for your council gentlemen, let's head out to make this decision," you say as you lead your council out