The fate of the East rests on the edge of a sword as the legions and the Goths march to war...378 AD: Fritigern\'s Gothic horde tightens its iron grip on Thracia and only a handful of well-walled cities to the south remain in imperial hands.
Every Roman - legionary or citizen - speaks of only one thing: the Emperors o.
The few tattered legions pinned in these cities can only watch on from the battlements as smoke rises across their lost lands and the Goths roam at will, pillaging and extorting.
The fate of the East rests on the edge of a sword as the legions and the Goths march to war...378 AD: Fritigern\'s Gothic horde tightens its iron grip on Thracia and only a handful of well-walled cities to the south remain in imperial hands
