Thousands died as the relentless march of the Athenian hoplites brought them closer and closer to the Getae capital, the near-limitless hordes of Thracian warriors charging heedlessly forward only to be threshed like so much wheat by the bristling spears of the impenetrable Greek phalanx. The war that destroyed his homeland was bloody and violent. His name is Commios, and he’s one of the last dozen survivors of the Getae tribe.
There’s a man sitting on a mountaintop just to the north of Pulpudeva.
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