Alans men of a Germanic tribe who are brutal enough to match the huns in all areas except for size. Recognizing this they accepted hun rule in return for right to hunt down the germanic tribes that opposed them in the past and hopefully plunder the already falling roman empire while the chance for loot and plunder was ripe.

Having been an Alan of hunnic desent the field of battle didn't surprise you. Seeing your fellow men dragging off a poor roman scout to likely get pulled apart by horses you couldn't help but stop them not out of pitty but rather opportunity. After several hours of torture you were enlightened to see the bloodied roman sing like a bird. "Ugh...stop I give...the general saphrax come out to the country side...with a legion of 20,000 Romans to fend off the huns...I was ordered to see if I could convince a few Germanic tribes to ally with us when you savages attacked me..."the roman said spitting blood at your face."now go on then end it so I may join god as he smites you heathens..."