Among the winding rivers, deep forests, and rolling hills of the Rheinland one can find hamlets, villages, and small cities of longhouses built from a framework of log supports, clay, and woven roofs. Small patches of farmland bespeckle the areas in between and winding, trodden over dirt roads connect the buildings with one another around a circular town center. The people have long hair, woolen clothing and rustic, but finely crafted cloaks, gold, silver, and amber jewelry, and practice shrewd trade with one another over finely handcrafted tools, cloth, and metalwork. Some very few hold the ability to read and write in a strange runic alphabet and other few use those scriptures to pray to deities like Thur, Odin, Frigga, and Thyr. Among them are lean and hardened warriors that carry axes that widen into dramatic beards at the blade’s ends, short, heavy and strong knives with a slanted tip, and swords and spears twice the length of a Roman gladius. The people are mistrustful and steeped in mystery. All speaking roughly the same language, but practicing vastly different cultures: The Suebi, Cherusci, Marcoman Saxons, Frisii, Cimbri, and many more are settled around this wild, untamed landscape. These are the Germanic people, the last great frontier not conquered by the Romans who sit in their Castellae just on the other side of the Rhein with every intent of bringing their so-called “peace, justice, and civility” to the Germanics. So much for that when they take them as hostages, slaves, and empty our larders and coffers of all food and coin in the form of tribute and tax. The Romans, however, are not the only threat. A proud and independent set of warrior cultures, Germanic tribes are wary of each other. The question for them, at this pivotal time, do we stand united against a common enemy in Rome and build our own culture and nation together, or do we remain proud, independent nations and fight for ourselves against the juggernaut of Roman dominance?