That's the destination, but there's plenty of flexibility in the approach. Thrones of Britannia makes things relatively simple. Like a tourist in a new city who has done no research whatsoever, I'm likely to stick to the most brightly lit streets free to do anything at all, but defaulting to what is right in front of my nose for fear of getting lost. Drop me into a big wide world full of possibilities and no specific goal, and I sometimes feel more constrained than I would if I had a bit of direction. That clarity of purpose, which can get lost in the larger games, such as Rome II. The domination of other clans and unification of Japan, for example, in Shogun 2. I've long been of the opinion that these strategic sandboxes work best when there is a clear end-game in sight. When Creative Assembly announced that they'd be making some smaller historical games, covering periods that weren't quite suitable for the usual Total War epic treatment, I was as keen as mustard. It's a little dog with a whole lot of beautiful fight in it. Total War Saga: Thrones of Britannia has a cumbersome name but it might be the leanest and meanest game in Creative Assembly's long-running strategy series. The coasts are saturated with Danes, there is no unification among my own people, and at the horizon's edge, England is burning.
The 9th century is drawing to a close and everything is in disarray. I'm the boss of Mide, a province in the middle of Ireland. That's a useful motto, a pick-me-up for the smaller among us, but the truth is right now, I am a very small dog with very little fight left in it. It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.
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