What if the Phoenicians somehow managed to found the Americas first? What if the survivors of Carthage successful in eking a living in the Americas and thrive until the Europeans come at their door, bringing the legacy of the hated Rome back to their doorstep?
Prologue :
"Yes my lord, the newcomers did say something about Roma, the Great Demon of the East, and the one with a circle-shaven head who carried a mock-cross gilded with silver even said something about 'glory of the cross' as if they were the most insane of men!" said Gisgo, my secretary, all while pointing toward the newcomers who landed on the port uninvited, claiming to come from the east, and currently having a tense stand-off with the local garrison over a mention of Roma, the Demon Nation of our past.
Looking down from the balcony, I could see the small group of thirty-something pink-skinned newcomers circles themselves in a defensive position. Those with spears, swords, and shields stood at the forefront, while those with crossbows and rodslings aimed at the city guards. What is more interesting, however, is how they seem to protect the circle-shaven man in rags, who raise his silver gilded mock-cross high in the air, chanting something in the demonic language we only heard from historical records.
The city guards outnumbered them, but while they bravely stood their ground with swords, shields, and rodslings. It was the demonic chants that made us uncertain on how to proceed.
Oh, Melqart, to have this kind of apocalyptic mess delivered on my office when my father is away on an official visit to Khadash-Tsur (New Tyre), and I am thus currently deprived of his wisdom...
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My name is Adonibal Kanelyon, firstborn son and heir of Mago Kanelyon, Rabb (Count) of Cibo-Lilibeo, and this is the story of how the world as we knew it, headed into the massive apocalyptic war between Sons of Karthadast (Carthage), and Sons of the Demon Roma.