Conquest of Huskagar

[Leusis]

@Lego


Not even breathing heavy from the short melee between he and the Iswandi champion he would gave the man a nod of respect. He was quick and skilled, that was for sure, but Deimos was still confident that his body would give out before his if they continued the fight. That however does not take away from the respect he had for this warrior, one whos nation deserved a seat by the Argos clans side. "I wish to request an alliance between our nations, in this way we will aid each other with expansion as well as defense. From what I hear of your forces you are extremely mobile fighters but you lack a heavy and disciplined army that could combat the cavalry charges of the other clans. This, is of course where my men come in as your ally, with a mixture of highly mobile infantry and shock we could combat nearly any threat that culd rise against either of our clan. So tell me, Ulgandu, what do you say?" he questioned as he stretched his arms out to his sides, waiting for a response.


@Bobisdead123


Nodding to the emperor the diplomat and his guards followed the man who would bring them back to the docks only saying "A pleasure to meet with you, your grace" as they left. From the docks the diplomat and his guards would simply board their ship, preparing to set sail back to Arcadia with this news. "Farewell" he said to the man as they slowly began to drift away from the docks, setting sail for open water and increasing their speed. The voyage home would be rather fast but boring, the guards and sailors mostly playing a game of cards with each other on their free time. As for the diplomat he prepared a message for the king to read, in this way he could simply give it away and leave so that he did not disturb the kings work.


@General Deth Glitch


It was only two days after the messenger from Dracos had arrived and told them of the tournament, after pissing himself of course. What a cowardly man he was, standing in shock as the spears were held to his throat for his rudeness. Deimos suspected that he had gone back to the Dracosi and told them nothing of the truth. Likely speaking of how barbaric and agressive they were, when in fact he had caused this himself. Arriving in the Dracos capital in record time, roughly around the time the Brutii did, despite them leaving a day or so earlier. This of course was due to the fact Deimos had sacred guard rowing his ship as well as powerful winds pushing his sails. The sacred guard being several times stronger than any man could row a boat at twice the speed of even the most experienced crew. This along side the powerful winds that pushed them made them glide over the waters at speeds most likely deemed impossible. Walking through the crowd of clans Deimos would proceed closer to Dante, his group of a dozen sacred guard following closely behind. Approaching, king Deimos would wait for Brutii to finish their conversation and speak. "Hello Dante, a pleasure to be part of the tournament and festivities. Where shall me and my guard proceed first?". Dante would likely find this odd, the king of a clan coming to his tournament personally, but this of course was just a way for Deimos to test the military leaders of other clans.

 

[General Deth Glitch]

The Warrior King Himself

(@Leusis)
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Soon after greeting the Brutii, a tall, muscular man approached him. He knew how to refer to him and gave him no pointless titles. "Hello Dante, a pleasure to be part of the tournament and festivities. Where shall me and my guard proceed first?" He said, the man looked like he was from Arcadia and from the demeanor of the man he felt he knew to whom he was talking "My Lord, King Deimos, I presume! My Messenger told me only good things about you meeting and how gracious and perfect everything went" he said straight faced, then smiling as he added "Then the Inquisiti who went along with him told me that the old fool mistook you for a belligerent guard of some sort and spoke out of turn. I hope he did not overly offend you and apologise on behalf of my people. He has been entered into the melee, normally that would be an honour and, to save face for he is truly a good man, I claimed it to be as such. However I have no doubt he is wetting himself with fear." He then looked at the guards "I don't know if I can make up a room for each of your guards, but I can free two rooms for yourself, the other of which they can share, or they can stay with the majority of the competitors in one of the neighboring inns." He then motioned for a Minister to come over "Make your desires known to this man, he will make sure you are comfortable, feel free to relax or, if you wish, explore the city. Indeed the competitors are welcome to practice and spar until tonight. When all will be invited to a feast in my hall."

 

[Leusis]

@General Deth Glitch


Deimos chuckled as Dante spoke of the diplomat and how he had been entered into the tournament. It was also rather funny how he had lied in an attempt to save his own ass, only for Dante to be told the truth regardless. "Two rooms shall be plenty, I and my men are used to being packed together when on the march in small tents. It doesnot bother us in the slightest, two rooms will be more than enough" he spoke as he proceeded along with the minister towards the two rooms which he and his men were going to stay in. "Tell me, in your opinion sir, who do you believe to be the most capable fighter here?" he questioned, hoping he would say Deimos was, for what was the point in coming here if he was going to be the most powerful and not even get a challenge?

 

[General Deth Glitch]

Who to bet on

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The people had been making wagers, even the ministers had favorites and opinions. There was no official form of betting in the realm, no 'bookies' or anything. The people would effectively put money in a mot and whoever was right just splits it among themselves, it was just among friends. So when the minister was asked who he believed the most capable fighter was he felt cornered, he knew what he had to say, what he should say but not who he was to be betting for, for he intended to stake some money on this event. "My lord Dracos, He Divine Chosen is a skilled fighter, not in strength of brute force but he is agile, quick and full of stamina. Many opponents surrender to exhaustion before they even land a hit on our lord. You, however, my lord King Deimos, look powerful and mighty, a strong man capable of causing a fair deal of damage to any beast. There are some favorites from among the Dracosi people and, should the Slyferox arrive, it is said they have very skilled warriors too." He said leading them through the fantastically crafted hallways and past the great hall, he showed them that the large room, with a table along the far side and then two more along the sides, tables and chairs filling three of the walls, the center held a large fire pit, surrounded in stone and with a hole through the ceiling that turned before reaching outside, so as to block rain from falling into the room, the rest of the space being kept bare for performances. The chair at the middle of the far table had a back much higher then the rest and had on it a dragon carved, with its head reaching out from the top. and the arm rests being the arms of the Dragon. He then showed them to their rooms, servants already arriving with extra beds and bedding to accommodate the increased numbers, bowing as they passed. "Your free to rest here, visit the pavilion overlooking the tournament grounds" he said motioning down the hall "Or spend sometime in the city itself, the people are very accommodating, m'lord"

@Leusis sorry its not too descriptive, feel free to explore and such and ask in OOC or PM me for further description

 

[Leusis]

@General Deth Glitch


"Divine chosen huh?" he spoke to himself quietly, wondering if these people even truely believed he was such a thing. Deimos could relate however, as he was considered to be the exact same thing back in his lands, though in all honesty he felt as though this Dante was no such thing. Even though he respected the religon of other individuals he did not see how such an unimpressive looking man could be chosen by gods. However, the description of his fighting style nearly perfectly matched that of the Iswandi, something he had already faced in its highest form. However, the man who he battled had the advantage in speed and agility due to Deimos wearing his incredibly heavy armor and shield. This is something he would not repeat if he was to be matched up with Dante, intending to wear only light armor and fight with a sword and shield to assure he could make the most of his incredibly enhanced physical condition. "Thank you for your service" he said to the minister as he pulled two gold coins from a small pouch, placing them in the mans hand, doing the same with the servants. It was at this point that he and his guards removed their armor and weapons to relax before the feast would begin. Laying in his bed Deimos would simply rest his eyes, trying to stay fresh for any combat that was going to happen either tonight or tomorrow.

 

[Lego]

@Leusis


"Consider it done, my friend! I'm always willing to consider a man of your skill as a friend, and a worthy ally."


Ulgandu came forward and presented Deimos his Iklwa, a gesture that he would assuredly know the meaning of.


"May the combined force of our peoples be unstoppable!"

 

[Spacekitty]

((Sorry for short post but nothing worth saying ))


@General Deth Glitch Nothing worth saying so im just waiting for the feast and such

 

[General Deth Glitch]

Comedic little post

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The Minister looked at the coins in surprise, he felt offended and certainly planned to complain to his fellows. He, however, would not dare speak out in front of this man, it was hardly proper to insult a lord by doing such a thing. Once he was back among his fellows, down greeting others, he said to one "That Huge King, he PAID me for my service, gave me two gold coins!" To which another responded "Are you going to donate them or have them sent back to him then?" He looked shocked as he stared at the other men, "By Dracos no. I am putting both coins into a bet on him winning his battle against Draco"

 

[Leusis]

@Lego


Deimos smiled as Ulgandu spoke and presented him with his weapon. This was one of the few Iswandi gestures he was familiar with, and thus he presented Ulgandu with his own weapon. The same one that still held upon its blade the blood of his general. It was known as a dory among his people and was a seven foot long spear with an incredibly sharp tip and thick pole for sustaining sword strikes and piercing heavy armor. "I am glad to have met you, very respectable to come to my lands in person to introduce yourself as an ally. I only hope that our next generation holds strong to this friendship we have forged today. You may stay in my palace as long as you want, drink my wine, eat my food, hell there is even a brothel some ways down the main road if that is what you or your men wish to do." he spoke with a chuckle, obviously not expecting the king to take him up on the last offer, but he would not judge him if he did, every man had his vices.

 

[player2]

Preparations

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Nirith held his smile as the envoy left, waiting a moment before standing up out of his chair. After stretching for a moment he looked down to Halith, motioning her to stand up. With a solemn nod she followed his command, stepping forward so that she could feel her arm pressing against his as she looked at him, a confused but willing expression etched into the hard lines of her face.


He paused for a moment, his eyes looking over her before taking a breath, leaning in slightly. "I need you to be my envoy to the Alfhers in the north tell him I have asked him to a feast of great importance." He paused for another moment, thinking for a second before carrying on. "Also, any tell any passing villages to send their able bodied men and women to the capital, along with any supplies they may carry to their trade." With that he gently pushed her away, lingering for a moment before pushing through the crowd and exiting the room, his eye quickly adjusting to the contrasting darkness of the outside world. The large village was alit with lights and sparks as people walked through the streets, guards on patrol, craftsmen honing their trade and curious buyers looking among the wares set out, their eyes squinting at the products through the ever encroaching darkness that threatened to consume everything, as if the stars wanted luminous bodies to be the only light, jealous of the grounds light.


He immediately set to work, grabbing groups of men and soldiers and telling them to spread the news of preparation across the country, for the feast as well as the coming war, as well as ordering them to send Grath to the capital if they saw him or caught wind of his party. He would rather have control of his most violent Commander sooner rather than later, if just to make him feel safe that Grath wasnt fighting the whole foreign forces on his own.

Journey to the north
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Halith quickly started the task immediately after Nirith was done talking to her, putting on her sleek raven feather cloak and slipping out of the back of the hall. Once she was outside she gathered a group of shamans, all of which were at least 30 years old, lines of wisdom carved into their long faces, along with a few brash men and women who would serve as body guards before giving them all horses, for which the stable owners begrudgingly agreed to give over.


After getting the horses, along with a few other mediocre supplies and the banner of Nirith, all of which were acquired quite easily, they pushed out of the city gates and headed north, the banner flapping in the winds behind them. Soon enough they came across a small village, the houses easily numbering under twenty, with a small light illuminating the wide muddy paths between the houses. Rearing their horses they spread out, surrounding the village and letting out loud cries as they called for the men and women before meeting up in the square of the town, their horses anxiously pulling their hooves out of the muddy ground repeatedly.


Soon enough they were met by a small progression as people came to see what the commotion was, rubbing their tired eyes and running their hands along their long faces as they surrounded the small group of mounted messengers. Once she had deemed that there was enough of the villagers there she pulled out a long dagger, lifting it to the sky as she proclaimed to the people in the square.


"The Chieftain has called all able bodied men and women to the Capital Hall for a clan meeting! Those of trade must bring a load of supplies and those with fighting experience must come along with all able bodied men and women! The elderly and the crippled may make the journey along with their friends and family but Nirith does not expect this from you." With that she waved her knife, motioning the people to get moving, before delegating the job of guiding them to the capital to a trust worthy looking young man and setting off again. Once she felt she was out of an earshot of anyone who wouldnt mind their buisness she sighed, slightly relieved and slightly scared. She always hated it when Nirith asked these things of her, especially when he was supposed to be the charismatic one. It was going to be a long journey to the north this time.

 

[Cyratis]

"Hmmm, Macedonian, what joke"


Samuno thought this to himself as he set up a sizable fortification within the Macedonians lands. He and his army of 16 thousand had marched he with dreams of conquest, and this husk of a once mighty clan seemed a great place to start.


Samuno himself had fought tooth and nail from his humble beginnings as the son of a village leader to a king and a warriors alongside his childhood friend Ritsu who unfortunately was not present with him to carry out the conquest of the Macedonia clan. No, he gave Ritsu an army of 15 thousand, nearly half the whole Hatsura force in order to defend the homeland against the new foreign threats. And though Samuno saw them as nothing but a nuisance he was still concerned and wanted the absolute assurance that his current holdings would be preserved.


But that was in the back of his mind now, now he set his sights on his first enemy upon the large island of Yokuta, they would all fall beneath the stomping hooves of the Hatsura cavalry, whatever glories of the past meant nothing now as the relatively young yet powerful and dangerous clan thundered through the country towards there target.


"All I can see, all I can feel, the wind,the rocks, the moonlight that shines upon this land, it will all be mine soon"


he thought to himself....


@general ostruppen

 

[Dtheraider]

A Declined Offer

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Aeraxus watched as Marcus rose to his feet and brushed the sand from his cloak. After he felt that he had composed himself he presented his message. "My liege offers a military alliance between our two peoples. The Emperor believes such an alliance could benefit us all, both offensively and defensively”


Aeraxus considered this information deeply. He knew the rumors spreading through his home land as well as the information traders had brought from over the seas. After making his decision he spoke. "So the greedy hunter has fallen into one of his own traps? I understand your interest, but I don't believe this is the right path. The hunting crew that was here that informed us of your ship recognized it from a previous occurrence. There used to be an island far south that used to trade gold for some of our products. Until recently they had been fighting a long bloody war against an invading force. She had a connection to one of the locals and always went out of her way to establish trade. But they were conquered cutting off all trade. Chances are we are closer in identity to these "barbarians" Than you realize. I am sorry, but if you desired our aid in conquest we will decline. However we would be willing to agree to a pact that we will bear no arms against you if you do the same for us. However if you ever decide to invade and conquer another nation, we will not hesitate to severe this tie and defend them. " With this information Aeraxus felt bad, he had essentially burned a bridge, but he spoke for his people. It may not have been the best option, but he knew from experience that war doesn't decide who is right, it only decides who is left. "I am sorry that this isn't what you hoped for, and that there isn't much room for negotiation." With this he signaled his daughter over and told her to present the gifts. She reached into her pack and withdrew a Tiger skull that had fine amounts of gold bushed on in intricate patterns across it's surface. on it's forehead was an intricate mother of pearl carving. This object would have taken quite some time to complete however to the Sylferox the rarest resource would have been the gold. Along with this skull she pulled out the animal's pelt, it was white and black, the White tiger is a rare creature within the jungle and even more ferocious than the normal tiger. This is also a sign of knowledge and good faith. "These will be our gifts to the emperor in good faith. Also, when you leave try to follow the same way out since the coral reefs have a tendency to destroy hulls and sink ships. And we wish you the best of luck, farewell, and I hope one day we could meet again except with friendlier terms. perhaps you could treat me to a day in Brutii life. Have safe travels."





@Bobisdead123 (sorry for it's coldness and depthlessness, but I decided not to burden you with another conversation that won't yield results)

Tournament!

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This was interesting news to Knomi that the Draco clan was going to be hosting a tournament. The messenger quickly jumped the bow and stated their message once they landed on shore "My lord wishes to invite you to come visit our mighty land of Dracos and partake in a tournament of skill and ability to show your strength against the other clans of the area and perhaps become allies against the.. er.. the um.. other people.. the strangers and such and create a good relation between our two people and the tournament and um.. yeah" Knomi got a good kick out of this although such a thing is similar in the local crews since children will join the hunting packs even during trade. Perhaps some would have seen this as weakness, but all things don't start with all knowledge, it must be acquired. Then the Inquisiti spoke, "Sorry, the messenger wishes to speak with your lord and invite him to a gathering of clans, so we might prove our skill and talk of a unified future against the foreigners."


"I fully understand, everyone learns, he knows how to deliver all the information, but could use help on tying it together. I regret to inform you, however Aeraxus is currently busy elsewhere on the island. Fortunately I have been designated as the leader stand in for my husband for the time being. Your offer is very interesting, it provides a way to contest with little blood shed. We will accept your offer, what time will the tournament happen, and where should we show?


We also have supplies to restock you for your return journey if you wish. We wish you the best of luck on your journey. Also please accept this offer." With this she pulled out an ornate turtle shell shield. It's edges were lined with obsidian shards while the very center was an ivory carving of a tree. After she handed the shield to the inquisiti she then reached in to her pack and retrieved a small dagger in an ivory sheath. It was made by one of the few metal workers among Sylferox kind. It was an odd type of bronze where two bars, one of copper and the other of tin were continually folded and hammer out forming Bronze Damascus. This was Knomi's personal knife. after withdrawing this knife she handed it to the young messenger. "Here take this as a gift and a reminder to keep working on your presentation, perhaps we will meet again some day."


@General Deth Glitch (here is a quick message just to announce myself)

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Well, he has a name." Octus said, standin back up. "Untie him, there is nothing he can do." he continued, turning his back to face Alexander and what ever he had to say, waving the two guards over to untie the man.


"Untie him?" Alexander said breathlessly. "He is a savage that had come to raid us. We should have him executed and return his head to… to where ever he came from as a sign to the rest of his ilk."


Octus listened, but said nothing. His words washed over him like water, and didn't really leave much of an imprint. "This is a military matter, my lord, I know what I'm doing." Well, it wasn't a military matter, but Alexander did not know that.


Turning around, Octus sees that the native had been untied, good, time to give him a tour. "Come." he said, gesturing towards Alessandro in a way that meant follow.

 

[general ostruppen]

FOR GLORY!

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Vitictos plan to lure the enemy's Calvary worked and surprisingly the enemy were quite disorganized as they attempted to assemble their lines, but with the hills making it difficult it seemed as an annoying task. As the enemy struggled to assemble their vast line, the young Macedonian king took this opportunity and charged his heavy and medium Calvary against the disorganized blob. The attack was a success as the heavy Calvary assembled their fire lances and broke through lines like elephants, the medium Calvary did a pretty good job as they helped keep the momentum up on the flanks. The enemy Calvary suddenly caught off guard attempt to encircle the enemy, but it was pointless as in matter of minutes hundreds of soldiers were slain and panic started to sweep through the ranks. Some even started to flee, "LOOK AT THE DAMN COWARDS RUN!! GIVE THESE COWARDS A THOUSANDS DEATHS!!" the Macedonians roared as their attack started to heat up and as the battle continued on, more of the enemy started to flee, eventually thousands of them were starting to flee to the open fields or away from the battle.The men cheered as they watched the enemy run, but Vitictos rallies the men to form their ranks and rode back to the main battle. "LET US HELP OUR BREATHRENS QUICKLY, DOUBLE TIME MEN!!"


Casualty's: 309


Enemy Casualtys: 2460


Meanwhile the main battlefield was starting to become bloody on both sides. The Macedonians focus on the right was starting to pay off as the hoplites plowed their way through with the support of javeline throwers and archers. The enemy attempted to focus most of their archers on them, but with the Macedonians large shields and long spears it made it difficult to get a hit. However the other side seemed to be struggling as the hoplites with their thin lines were fighting tooth and nail to hold their lines and sustaining heavy casualty, it also didn't help with the remaining 400 enemy light Calvary attacking from the side. Aestle leading the right side was starting to doubt focusing most of their main troops to the right as he started notice the left flanking starting to give. But just as he was about to send reinforcements, in the distance from the hills he could make out the Macedonian flag waving with Vitictos crest on it. He yells out to the men, "OUR KING ARRIVES, FOOOORWARRRD!!!" The men cheer as their spirit were risen and their spears start to pick out the enemy out row after row. Viticto notices the remaining light calvary and sends out 500 medium calvary to deal with them, while the rest formed a spear head and clashed against the enemy flank. The battle was starting to shift towards the Macedonians. the enemy archers attempted to fire at the enemy calvary, but turned out to be a huge mistake as the macedonian calvary and plunged deep into their ranks and volleys of arrows started to land mostly on their own men. The enemy on the right spotted Vitictos heavy Calvary and suddenly lost their wits and fled, General Zanni and his commanders attempt to rally the troops, but it was pointless. With the right flank shattered Aestle focuses his forces and starts to attack the enemys expose the enemy flanks that fought on the left. The plan was working and the enemy was broken into a state of panic, attempting to fight to the last man or fleeing for their lives.


Casualtys: 4,680


Enemy Casualtys: 17,967


Capture enemies: 12,432

The scouting party



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The small scouting party of light calvary, they watched in disgust as the enemy set up their fort.If they wanted to they could've finished the enemy off with the remaining force that Viticto had left behind, but of course their king wanted to meet this so called formidable foe first after he had finished off the second army. However if the enemy had prepared to move out, they would of course react and attack them. The second Macedonian force was stationed about 32 miles away from the north and were ready to attack when given the order. They just hope that their king arrives soon.


@Cyratis

 

[Elucid]

**Knocks on the door**


“I thought I told you not to disturb me when I’m in my study” Robert said while going over Military logistics.


“But sahib we’ve spotted land”


“All right I’ll be out in a moment” this was the day he was waiting for, a 3 month voyage from Madras to this hellhole was about all he could take of travelling


He opened the door and gazed at the coastline of the Island, which was really quiet unexceptional but seeing that the men were tired and growing restless from the long voyage , he decided to make camp.


“Men, get ready to dock we make camp here.”


“Sahib, what shall we call this place?”


“You can call it the Duke of Edinburgh’s arse for all I care” said Robert in a rather serious tone


“What about New England?” Shouts a young man in his 20’s who seemed to have overheard the conversation


“Yes, yes that will do just fine Lt Coke. Any news from Adm. Tupper?”


“Yes sir, it seems he has set up camp on an island not far from here”


“Good, now onto business, the captains on the scouting parties say that they spotted a few Esparian patrols in the vicinity, which means they got here before us , you are going to lead a diplomatic mission to the colonies of Esparia and tell them about friendship , cooperation etc . etc. - you know the drill. But most importantly I need information – Maps, Trade, Military info on the natives, Alliances between the natives, military campaigns and anything you deem useful .


Oh and get me a translator, bargain if you have to, the EIC doesn't have a shortage of money. “


“What are you waiting for? Piss off I’ve got work to do “


“Yes sir”

 

[Dtheraider]

The Tributes

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Leucan Watched as the dark waters quickly swept past the portside of the catamaran. He had been in the middle of a trade journey when his father's ship had arrived. He is the oldest surviving son of Aeraxus even though he was third born, Aurie was the eldest daughter, Iotil was the oldest brother but didn't live beyond childhood when he died fighting a white tiger. He had succeeded in killing his prey, but his prey was able to get him as well, Leucan still wears a necklace with the tooth of that Tiger reminding him of nature's power. Their small envoy consisted of 5 normal catamarans and 2 speed catamarans. Speed catamarans were built for maximum speed bearing light weight materials along with a net deck instead of a wooden one. It takes a crew of 5 to properly sail, and requires leaning the entire ship to keep it up right as well as engaging in strong turns. They were slightly behind schedule, fortunately this is why they had the speed Catamarans to get him and his crew there first to introduce their nation. The rest of the ships and supplies would arrive later in time for the actual competition.


While Leucan was watching the waves pass by Yita approached. She was part of his original crew and her original job was the alchemist of the crew. She often made several kinds of medicine and teas to trade with various barbarians for other more valuable resources ass well as a messenger hawk for a pet. There was to be noted a slight love interest that could be easily seen by the rest of Leucan's crew.


"So are you ready for this competition?" Said Yita.


"Not yet, I know that the elite crew sent here along with the gear means that my father wishes us to use what ever necessary within reason. So tell me, are you ready for these Draco games?"


"Yes, the supplies that you requested were completed just a little bit ago. I am curious about what your father would think if he found out what you had been carrying with you."


"I have no clue, but I am surprised that he sent Sun." As if on cue one of the ships in the fleet released a loud miserable Ursine roar and a sudden gurgling noise along with exclamations from the other crew forced Leucan and Yita to look at the other ship. "I feel sorry for her, she was always a great companion, but because of her seasickness I never brought her on my journeys." Shortly after saying this, Jakl approached them. "It's time, we need to board the speed catamrans." "OKAY, READY UP, IT'S TIME TO SET SAIL!"


Soon both Catamarans were readied and sailing fast. Leucan swung on ropes hoping from side to side trying to keep the ship balanced. Despite leaving the other ship only seven minutes ago, it was already a tiny speck on the dark horizon, Next stop the Draco Games!

 

[Spacekitty]

@Dtheraider


Aeraxus appeared to consider the proposal carefully, weighing the pros and cons inside his head. Marcus was sure though that he would agree, a clan such as the Slyferox, any clan for that matter, would be stupid not to accept an alliance from the Brutii Empire.


Finally, after what seemed like hours, Aeraxus spoke;


"So the greedy hunter has fallen into one of his own traps? I understand your interest, but I don't believe this is the right path. The hunting crew that was here that informed us of your ship recognized it from a previous occurrence. There used to be an island far south that used to trade gold for some of our products. Until recently they had been fighting a long bloody war against an invading force. She had a connection to one of the locals and always went out of her way to establish trade. But they were conquered cutting off all trade. Chances are we are closer in identity to these "barbarians" Than you realize. I am sorry, but if you desired our aid in conquest we will decline. However we would be willing to agree to a pact that we will bear no arms against you if you do the same for us. However if you ever decide to invade and conquer another nation, we will not hesitate to severe this tie and defend them. "


Marcus was surprised. Likely just part of his negotiation. Clans often tried to get the best end of the stick in any deal, even one as gracious as this one. Marcus was even more surprised when Aeraxus added;


"I am sorry that this isn't what you hoped for, and that there isn't much room for negotiation."


Marcus bowed his head.


"It is a shame." "While I have not been authorized to sign a non-aggression pact, I will make sure the Emperor hears your proposition.... and your warning". With that, Macus bowed, taking his leave. His guards, which had been just as surprised as him, stood up immediately and followed in formation behind him.


Soon they were on the ship, making headway for home. Marcus was unsure what the Emperors reaction would be, but he was certain it would not be pleasant, for the Slyferox that is...


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@Beowulf


As soon as Alesandro spoke him name, Octus nodded and stood up. He said something to Alexander, who for some reason didn't seem to like him. Octus said something to the guards, something which Alexander seemed to protest heavily.


Much to Alesandro's surprise, the Guards curtly united him and helped him to stand. Seeing that Alesandro was standing and free, Octus gestured for him to follow and started off into the camp.


Having no sword and no hoice, Alessandro nodded and followed. It was better than being tied up to a tree stump.

 

[Cyratis]

*As the dawn light hours approach, a small contingent of 5 Esparian ships strides past the Egla landing site*


"Egla!, what in the hell are those ice eyed pale posers doing here!" Said captain Hernan, as he looked through his scope at the newly arrived colonists.


"How has word of this place spread so quickly?, We thought the only other proper empire that had come to this place was Erestmier. Damn, this only means that more will come...."


The captain than handed the telescope to his second in command the strode to the helm of the ship in contemplation.


"With our present capability and knowledge of the terrain we could easily wipe them out, but than a modern nation would be gunning for Esparia....maybe we can strike up some kind of deal. If we help them establish a proper colony we could share in whatever wealth they acquire and have a closer position to the Erestmieran colonists..."


This the captain thought to himself as he halted to fleet and thought heavily about his next course of action.


He than moved from the helm and shouted an order "Move towards the shore and deploy the boats! we are going ashore!" one of the subordinates aboard the ship than asked the captain


"What if they fire upon us as we come?", the man asked. Hernan than turned his head towards his subordinate and said, "Than make sure out flag is hoisted high!, if they fire upon another modern nation they will have sealed a fate worse than death!".


@Beowulf

 

[Elucid]

“Sir, A letter from Gen. Whitcombe “


“Well don’t just stand there, tell me what it says”


Dear Adm. Tupper


I’ve just received word that you’ve set up camp on a nearby Island, I would like tell you that your voyage is over but sadly you are out of luck my friend .


I require you to scout out the areas south of here, I would’ve sent Coke but he’s off on another errand and so the duty falls on you.


Godspeed.


P.S take good care of the HMS Victor will you.


“Ah Whitcombe, I am one step ahead of you “


The Adm. Had already set up a scouting fleet and were now docking on the small islands next to the clan of Dracos


“All right men restock on food and any other supplies you can find “


“Sepoy, Send word to Lt Adm. Clark (OCC: accompanying on another ship) tell him to set up a small scouting party for the surrounding area, tell him not to engage any natives only observe and map the place , the HMS Victor and the rest of the fleet will be sailing southward”


**A long time passes**


“Land” shouts a man from atop the crow’s nest(Brutii Clan lands)


“Double time it men I’ve got a good feeling about this”

 

[player2]

The Mountain Pass

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Halith held her cloak tighter around her as she and her party were buffeted by the cold northern winds of the north, their shoulders and hair now white as a dead crone because of the accumulating drifts of snow that came with the wind. Cursing Nirith and the mountains under her breath she squeezed her horse, urging it to go faster even it sunk its hoofs in about a foot of snow with each step it took. They had passed about 14 villages on the way here and had sent a good 500, if not more, people back to the capital hearth. Even though almost each group of them were hard and stubborn she would still rather be having an argument with an elderly farmer than suffer to the bone biting cold these mountains delivered. All the same she continued forward, looking up from her hands as one of the younger men called her for something, rearing his horse to turn around a good twenty feet infront of her.


His horse eagerly trotted towards her at his command, though the beast obviously thought that they were about to leave this place, both of them stopping when they were broadside of each other.


“What is it?!” She barked at him, her teeth chattering for a moment before she forcibly stopped them, her eyes piercing the other.


He flinched for a moment, looking to the sky before returning to her, his face stern. “I just wanted to let you know. One of the men, he spotted a cave not far from here that we could take shelter in.”


She looked at him, an almost dumbfounded expression on her face as the urge to call him a dung sniffing coward washed over her was wrestled down inside her. Sighing she nodded raising her hand and yelling out into the snow as loud as she could. “We rest at the next cave tonight! Make haste!” before turning back to the man who had brought her the news, a bitter expression on her face.


“Lead the way”

Northern Seas

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Nirith stood at the bow of his ship, a distraught but determined expression painted on his face as he looked out to the greenish blue sea, listening as the water crashed against the bow of the ship, before pushing off to either side before being circulated through the 12 or so oars, the sail flapping as it tries valiantly to capture wind.


“Ahem, Chief.” After lingering for a moment he broke his gaze from the ocean, turning around to face the speaker. Waiting behind him was the large man who had agreed to captain the ship, both his hands placed behind his back as he patiently held his ground for Nirith.





“I just thought you should know we have altered our course. We should be there sooner than expected, three or four days at max.” He took a step back respectively, his eyes locked onto Nirith, studying him for a response so that he could get back to his duties.


After a moment of contemplation he nodded, happy with the news. “Send a bird to note our coming. He will have no excuse to refuse us if his honor is to stay intact.” He shivered as a northern breeze rolled over him, swaying the boat to the left for a moment, before promptly making his way down below, sitting down on one of the benches that served as beds down here.


He wished that he had not needed to come here himself, though tradition forced him when meeting a fellow chief for the first time they must be met i person. Not to mention there were much more pressing matters at hand than just his honor. SIghing he pulled out a thin sheet of leather and some charcoal, writing down his note.





Hatsura Samuno I Nirith Goathorn son of Atbose Gurlnbrother of clan Halshki wish to dine in your hearth with you. We shall arrive in three days and I would wish to provide you time to prepare yourself for my party. May we speak together and feast together like brothers upon my arrival. Glos Arath brother.





@Cyratis

 

[Spacekitty]

"MY Liege" Marcus said as he bowed before the Emperor, his head titled to stare at the feet of the Emperor, who sat in h9is great throne at the end of the elongated Chamber. On Either side of him was a line of Elite Guards, their armor shinning in the torchlight.


"Stand" The Emperor said simply and plainly. Marcusd stood, his head still bowed out of respect. "Speak" said the Emperor.


Marcus now look straight at the Emperor. "My Liege, The Slyferox have declined your alliance.". The Emperor, had been casually sipping wine form a golden goblet, looked up at Marcus and placed his goblet on a silver tray held by a servant thrall. "Declined?" Emperor questioned, surprised.


?


"What fools would decline an alliance offer from the greatest power in the world!?" he asked angrily


Marcus looked back down at the Emperors feet. "Yes my liege. They have decline your offer and wish for a non-aggression ."


The Emperor frowned. Before Marcus added;


"And they have threatened to go to war if we invade someone else"


"WHAT?" The Emperor demanded. They would pay for this...

 

[Soviet Panda]

Octus gave the savage a lovely tour of the crude settlment and the building that were quickly being built and walls that were being raised. He did not say a word, lettin the sight say everything for him. They were going to stay here, and he'd be damned if they had to go back. He even showed hik men of the line marching in formation, practicing melee combat, and one regiment was even about to begin practicin firing on order, with live ammunition. That he stayed around for, waiting for the crack of the muskets and the smoke before walking away. The Winged Cavalry had not been practicing, which was a surprise. But he did not mind. The man probably wouldn't have spread tales of them in a much more threatening light then anything with black powder. That being said, a couple did walk by in full armor, wings reaching to well above their heads, and no doubt heading to the picketed line of horses for theirs. Perhaps they were going to practice soon. Oh well, he had shown this man what he wanted to.


Walking to what would appear to be one of the gates for the wall, Octus stopped and gestured out the gate, sayin only two words. "Go home." The man probably didn't understand a word he had just said, but a little force would get the idea across if he hadn't understood.

 

[Spacekitty]

@The Elusive Shadow


The foreigners are coming, the foreigners are coming!


Captain Giuseppe stood upon prow of his ship, staring blankly at the vast ocean in front of him, deep in thought.


In their- no his, haste they- he had left 5 men behind, to drown or be captured by the foreign invaders. It's not that he would get I'm trouble for it, the Admiral and Emperor would be much more concerned with the foreigners and their black magic. It was the fact that he had left him that troubled him so deeply.


He had known each men personally. In fact, he knew every member of his small fleet personally and cared for them. His admiral had always said his care for his men would get in his way and was simply a hindrance a captain couldn't afford. Dispute tis, Giuseppe still cared for his men deeply. The fact that he had left his men to die horrible deaths upset him greatly and he feared their ghosts would haunt him forever.


Besides his guilt for the deaths of his men, the foreigners setting up so close to his home frightened him. They had ships that could easily destroy event the Brutii's great navy. What other powerful magic did they have? What if they decided to attack?


Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the foreign ships a few miles behind and right to his fleet. But his crew sure did.


"Captain! Foreign ships off to the right! Their heading for the homeland!"


Ripped from his thoughts, Giuseppe looked to his right, his eyes wide in alarm. Off in the distance a fleet of large foreign ships, different than the ones he had just fleed from, were heading in the direction of the homeland.


Giuseppe looked ahead of him. The homeland was barely visible as a black mass against the horizon.


"Triple time rowers, we must warn the homeland".


The rowers, not exactly sure what was going on, grumbled as they tripled their speed.


Giuseppe looked back out at the homeland. Tough times were ahead, he could feel it.


------


The doors of the Royal chamber slammed open and a man accompanied by 2 guards burst in. The guards were dressed in standard Brutii military armor, a legionary helmet that covered all but their face, a shining iron chest piece and just as shiny arm and leg grieves. The man they had accompanied wore a navy Captains uniform, a red and blue silk cloak that hid a metal platted chest piece that ended at the shoulders and the groin. The cloak however did not hide the mans gold trimmed polished iron grieves that reflected the bright torchlight brilliantly.


The Emperor, who was sitting upon his throne still brooding over how the Slyferox would pay for their treachery, glared at them angrily.


"Why have you bothered me?" he demanded impatiently.


Gisuppe, the Naval captain and his guards bowed low before speaking.


"My liege, I have arrived early from my patrol of Sadimara early bearing disturbing news."


Perplexed, the Emperor looked at them less angrily.


"Go on" he demanded.


Giuseppe bowed and continued;


"My patrol spotted foreign colony ships just 4 days into the patrol who were setting up a colony in a inlet bay"


The Emperors eyes widened in alarm.


Giuseppe gulped and continued.


"They saw us and fired black magic at us, in the form of many black rocks"


Tue Emperor rose from his great throne, hands visibly shaking.


"Summon the Admiral! We must deploy a fleet at once!"


Giuseppe looked at the floor, hopping what he was about to say next would not enrage the Emperor to the point of taking it out on some one, namely him.


"As we hurried back we spotted a fleet of foreign ships heading to the mainland sir. Were not sure if their the same foreigners but the ships were similar in design"


The Emperor shuddered and looked at his advisors in alarm, who subsequently were doing the same.


"Ra-raise the alarm! Deploy ships and men to the docks, we cant allow them to enter the bay!"


Just then another guard burst into the chamber, bent over in exhaustion.


"Sir- Sir...". He paused to catch his breath. "Foreign ships are nearing the coast! We have deployed men to the docks and have sent runners to our naval bases"


"Shit!" the Emperor shouted as he threw his gem encrusted goblet down onto the marble floor, sending the now dented golden goblet bouncing across the hard floor.


"Sound the alarm bells. We are under siege!"


...


Soon, bells all over the city were ringing, creating a cacophonous noise that could be heard for miles. Citizens panicked and fled to the safety of their homes, or alley ways if they didn't have one. The usually busy market place was silent, save for the sounds of marching feet as more legions moved into position inside the docks and behind the gate. Archers lined the walls and guaed towers, staring in fear at the ever approaching ships in the distance.


The docks were a hive of activity. Legions of soldiers lined the ports. Ballistae were being positioned, checked and loaded as the ships drew nearer. The Brutii were ready for a fight.

 

[Spacekitty]

Octus led Alessandro on tour of the crude settlement that was quickly being built and walls that were being raised. Octus did not say a word, lettin the sight say everything for him. From what Octus was showing him, he seemed to be trying to convey a message. Namely from the sights he was showing, that they were intending to stay here. Octus brought him to the settlements training fields, where men of the line marching in formation, practicing melee combat, and one regiment was even about to begin practicing with odd shaped spears. Octus paused by this group, and to Alessandro surprise, smoke and the sound of a thunderstorm came out of the tip of the odd spears, surprising Alessandro who almost fell over.


As they were touring the practice fields, a group of magnificent Calvary with wings passed them. The Calvary were quite impressive and wielded long lances.


Walking to what would appear to be one of the gates for the wall, Octus stopped and gestured out the gate, sayin only two words. "Go home." Despite not understanding the language Alessandro understood the motions.


This was a problem, Alessandro had no way of getting home, for he had no boat to cross the sea. Alessandro looked at him and pointed to the coast, tracing it around the mainland until pointing insistently at a point far in the distance, his home which was not visible from such a distance.


@Beowulf

 

[player2]

The forked road

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A small sigh left Haliths lips as she breathed in the crisp northern air, her body bouncing slightly with each slow step the horse took. It had been three days since her party had made it around the bend of the mountains and they were very much grateful for it, seeing as how there was no more snow coming down on them in heavy drifts. When they had reached the great river that flowed down from the mountains she halved her party, sending five warriors and one of her subordinate shamans to act as an envoy party to the capital of the Macedonians to the north, leaving the shamans and warriors left to cross the river. This action was taken in good faith seeing as how it was not a direct order from Nirith, though she was sure it had just slipped his less than extraordinary mind.


Not long afterward they found their first village, hugging up against the mountains. The people there were kind enough, made of mainly quaint farmers and minor craftsmen, though the younger ones still looked upon them with a small measure of prejudice as they were obvious foreigners. The town was surrounded in a worn wooden palisade and was crisscrossed with wide mud streets, wet from the last rains spots pocketing the roads , that separated the dirty stone and wood buildings. She spent most of the afternoon getting supplies from the natives and convincing them to let her house her remaining men here, while her fellow shamans either recorded the culture or studied and the thick headed warriors tasted the local cuisine, in more ways than one.


The next day they left for Fassbinder, slowly marching their horses along the swathes of country side between the mountains and the capital. She had sent a letter to konrad by hawk stating their coming, and only hoped that the bird had brothers and sisters in this land that could lead it to the capital before they got there in person.


@Four The Magician

Influx

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Grath sat on the palisade gates surrounding the Capital hall, a disgruntled and almost annoyed look playing on his face as he watched throngs of villagers push their way through the wooden gates, the sounds of animals, over all confusion, merchants and the wind as it flipped around the various flags mounted on the palisade rising to the most disturbing cacophony. Most of the newcomers carried nothing but the clothes on their back and a confused but satisfied smile on their face as they were accommodated, though there was still a large number of them that brought their animals or their makeshift carts full of everything from clothes and toys to large bushels of crops to metal works and weapons, all of them apparently scared for their livelihood.


He watched their expressions with a snaggle toothed grin as they were redirected out the west or east gates to large camps outside the walls of the city, the white, tan and brown skins of the tents so numerous to create an ever growing sea. Only the important were sent there, able bodied men and women, theirs training grunts loud enough to be heard on the Hall hill in the calmer hours, along with craftsmen who were now expected to put their effort into crafting weapons, their steady banging remaining long into the twilight hours.


Of course it was no surprise that the only ones who really complained were fathers, mothers and cowards. The first two for being forced away from their children and the latter for being forced into the situation at all. Thinking on the latter for a moment almost made him want to personally give them something to be cowardly about, but then again, a good fight might change them yet. And if it doesn't, their dead meat anyways. Everyone else was mainly befuddled or confused, though still willing to go along.


Sighing he stood up, stretching his arms and legs with a loud, beast like groan before looking to his fellow Bloodsnouts that were stationed nearby, waving them over.


"Come on! Lets go train some of these whelps." The only response the men gave him was a savage smirk, and then they were off.