Novel: The Early Days

Prologue= Europe In 2000BC

In 2000BC Europe was splintered and divided nieghbours battling neighbours, alliances and friendships oft shifting. War was abound and the people were afraid.
The Great War had ended only a few centuries before, and what had started as a war between the powerful Eastern Nations of India and Babylon was escalating into a full blown, Eurasia wide war.
Across the nations, men were conscripted for war. Families were ripped apart because of the war. And nobody save the Governments were benefitting from it.
Whispers of rebellion and dissent swpt over the Western European nations, England, VikingLand, Germany, Spain, and Rome.
And so the stage had been set for the creation of perhaps one of the greatest and most enduring nations to have ever graced this Earth.

Darius Family History
Part 1= Dateline 3600BC

The Darius family was originally a Persian noble family, connected to the Royal Family of that ill fated nation.
When Persia was conquered and supplanted by Babylon and India, most of the people were captured or killed, save for a select few who were wealthy enough but not important enough, that they could buy their way through the Babylonian Armed Patrols and escape.
And that is exactly what the Patriarch of the Darius Family did. Although his family was an influential and wealthy one, the Indians and Babylonians were not aware of how far that influence extended. Certainly their soldiers and lower ranking officers barely knew how to pronounce a Persian name, let alone know who it belonged it.
With a lot of money and a touch of luck, Cyris Darius was able to bribe his way through the Babylonian lines, and flee into the heartland of Babylon.
Now a wealthy Persian family was not as you think, it was not simply, the father and his wife or wives, and their children, there was the retainers, servants and slaves which were included in the family. It was astounding that such a large group of people, Persians no less, was able to make their way across Babylon to Egyptian territory.

Part 2= Dateline 3500BC

Cyris decided to settle his family near Alexandria, a large city in the Northern provinces of Egypt, and begin a new life away from the glaring hatred of the Babylonians and Indians that his brethern, the surviving Persians, had to endure.
After many years he and his family gained favour with the local Egyptian Lord, and they were granted full Egyptian citizenship, with all the rights and duties pertaining to it.
No longer did Cyris have to live in fear that Babylon or India would discover his families whereabouts and either demand their extradition, or come after them. As Egyptian citizens the grand Egyptian army would defend them, and the Pharoah would deny any extradition requests.
The Darius family paid tribute to the Pharoah as they did to their former Emperor, and as every other Egyptian did. And live a relatively peaceful life in Egypt. Until the fateful day the northern Superpower of Greece invaded.

The attack by the Greek army/navy was quick and brutal. The city was seized and all of its inhabitants shipped off in ships to Greece, to work as slaves.
Including the Darius family.
The stress of having to keep his family together on the long boat ride over to Greece, was simply too much for Cyris to bear, beaing ripped away from yet another home by war destroyed what was left of the poor man. And he threw himself over the side of the boat.
Cyris was never heard from again.

The Egyptians captured from Alexandria were indentured to hard labour in Greece. And for many years they all lived as slaves, until the day Greece signed its Treaty of Alliance with Rome and Ireland.
Rome demanded that the Egyptian slaves captured during the war with Egypt be released, allowed their freedom.
Greece obeyed their new ally.

The new head of the Darius family, Fayden Darius, took his mother, and his wife, and the remains of his family, to Rome where the settled in the northern provinces near Massalia.
And once again the family was at peace, and was able to regain structure to their lives.
These many upheavals had totally destroyed most of the Darius wealth. Most had been left behind on the estate in Alexandria.
Curiousity got the better of Fayden, and he took what money the family had left and bought a ticket aboard a ship bound for Egypt.
He took with him some of the family servants who had survived slavery, and within a few weeks he had set foot into his childhood home of Alexandria.

He had expected to find the Darius estate occupied with new owners. But instead he found the place to be totally deserted. In the years since the war Alexandria had grown to surround the estate, and yet the estate remained empty, almost as if anyone was afraid to go near it.
Inquiring with those who lived near to the house he discovered much to his surprise that the estate had not been touched since the Lord of Alexandria and the Pharoah himself had liberated the city.
The Lord had heard of Cyris' death and as a monument to his friend the Lord declared that the estate be left as it was. Untouched. And no one was allowed to step foot upon it.

The Lord was now dead of course but Fayden was still touched that the Lord thought so highly of his family, and of his father.
Fayden searched the estate, and again much to his surprise, found it much as they had left it. Of course most of the visible valubles, such as the paintings, and tapestries were gone, no doubt stolen by the Greeks.
Darius wealth was not simply expensive belongings, but there were many family hierlooms which seemed worthless to the untrained eyes that had been left. Many trinkets of emotional value which they had been forced to leave behind. And with tear filled eyes, Fayden ordered his servants to begin gathering up as much as they could.

Pillaging their former home in Alexandria brought enough for Fayden to make his way home and allow the family to live comfortably if they wanted.
However Fayden did not want comfortable, he wanted Opulence, the kind of life his father gave him, he wanted for his child Dorian.
Fayden halved the wealth he had brought him and invested it as capital into a series of ventures which he had hoped would not only generate funds for the family, but gain favour with the Roman overlords.
Most of the ventures failed miserably. Except for one, which paid off in a big way for the Darius family. Fayden made that venture his familys business, selling Roman oils, and wines to the Tribal nations of Iberia and Gaul. These barbarians were simply wild about Roman produce and would pay almost anything for the Olive Oil and Roman Wine especially.

Part 3= Dateline 3200BC

However Darius life in Rome was ended abruptly when a mysterious plague from the east spread westward into Greece and then Rome.
Fearing that his family might suffer from this disease, he gathered them all, their wealth included, and marched them north. Promising that they could find refuge in England. His reasoning was that the diease would find it harder to spread across to the British Isles.

His gamble paid off. He escaped the plague, and arrived in England safely. Not only that but the English Lord of Anglia, the region where the Darius family arrived, jumped at the chance of having a such a wealthy family within his domain, and a mercantile one at that.
The Lord believed, correctly, that the Darius family would generate significant wealth for the region, and therefore for himself.
That was in 3200BC, when the Darius family finally ended their flight from Persia. Although there was many detours to its end, they felt that they were finally safe. Were finally home.

Part 4= Dateline 2000BC

The time is 2000BC, and the Darius family had become one of the oldest families in Anglia. They were not wholly English, no longer Persian, Egyptian, Greek nor Roman.
They were English and proud of it.
From the time when the family settled till now the Eurasian continent had become locked in what is now referred to the Great War.
A Period when just about every nation went to war with every other nation.
Long held anamosity and hatred was finally acted upon, people were betrayed. And many people lost their lives.
The great war was especially etched upon the minds of the Darius family, who had lost their Lord Fayden to the war, as well as huge amounts of their business and wealth.

And now the new Partriarch of the family, Erik, barely 18 and found himself lumbered with the responsiblity of leading his family. He was the sole surviving hier to his father, Anthony, after Anthony, his mother, his brother, and his two sisters, were killed when their ship, bringing them home from a holiday in British ruled Gaul, was attacked by Pirates, and burned into the sea.
There were no reported survivors.

Also not only did Erik have to deal with the affairs of his estate, he had to deal with affairs of State also. England was preparing for war. There was a war going on in the East and it was threatening to overspill.
And one fateful morning shortly after his 19th birthday, he recieved word, Egypt had attacked India, and Europe went to war.

Part 5= Dateline 1900BC

After nearly 100 years of war. The national conscription was taking its toll upon the English people, and other European nations in general. The Asian enemies seemed to be able to throw endless amounts of troops against the Armies of Europe.
And more and more members of the alliances within Europe had begun to question whether the war should continue.
However for years people had been getting tired of this endless war, Erik Darius especially.
He had become a wise, but peace loving man. And not being able to have what he loved irritated him. And he decided to do something about it.

He began to gather people. At first from Anglia, and then from across the Empire, to him. As not to arouse suspicion he hired them all as employees of the Darius House, and began his plans.
He had them build ships, weapons, gather supplies, and as much as they would need to be able to build a new life far away.
He had heard of a place where war had never even been heard of. A land far across the Grand Atlantic Ocean, where the lands were wide and open, the food bountiful. And most of all there was absolutely no wars.
That was his goal. The Great Continent. The Americas.

They were discovered prematurely, and were forced to flee England. And the English authorities without their troops at home, were unable to pursue the rebels.
Darius went to Gaul.
And was surpised to find that the people there were even more tired of war than the people of England. And he wondered if the other peoples of Europe felt the same.
So he split his followers into 2 parts, one to continue building his secret force, and the other to seek out people who may wish to accompany him to the Americas.
Within a few years, and fleeing from Spanish ruled Gaul to Germany, and then from Germany onto VikingLand, he was ready.
He gathered what he had, deciding that he could flee no where else if the Viking Government found out about his "rebels". He decided that the time had come.
And he lead his ragtag fleet of Triremes, Fire Triemes, and Caravels across the Great Ocean to the Americas.
More than once on their journey did they have to avoid the mighty fleet of England.
And soon he had lead who he called "his people" to a new home, an assemblage of English, French, Romans, Spanish, Germanys and Vikings. The most unlikely alliance of people worked with him to escape the oppressive Governments of Europe, and the brutal wars they fought.
Unknown to Erik, he had planted a seed of rebellion within the peoples of Europe. And within the next few centuries those people would rise up and either be crushed, overthrow their Government, or be granted independence.

Chapter 1= Arrival

The Flagship of the rebel fleet, ironically named the Freedom, was moored in a bay near where the first rebel settlement had been erected.
Aboard the Flagship, Erik Darius, leader elect of the rebels, was holding a state dinner in honour of a very important guest.

The captains quarters had been temporarily converted into a dining room. The room had been decorated with perhaps the gaudiest and cheap tapestries, curtains, and paintings he Erik had ever had the misfortune of laying his eyes on. Being the son of a wealthy merchant, and the head of an extremely wealthy family, he was used to only the best, and while in recent years he had gotten used to sub-standards, he could still not hide his open distaste.
The table was a long squarish shape, with a large ornate chair at once side, which he sat upon, and a similarily ornate chair at the other end, for the guest. Between the two ends there were 4 chairs on either side, 4 of the guests entourage, and 4 for Eriks own.

"Welcome Chieftain Tonawanda Oneida" Erik spoke softly and with warmth in his voice to the tall red skinned man who stood across the room from him, Erik guestured for the man and his entourage to be seated around the table, "I thank you for coming here to meet with me..."
"It is a distinct pleasure to be of assistance friend Darius" Tonawanda smiles in return, as he sits on the far end chair, "Although your ways are strange to us, we of the Oneida do not feel that you...New English...are dangerous, or a threat to us"
"New English?" Erik inquires
"Well during the encounters between our peoples over the last few months, and visiting with your First Adviser who explained your situation, we have determined that you ran away from a place called England correct?" Tonawanda asks, and Erik only nods in response, "Well from what you have told us you have escape an oppressive Government, but you are still proud to be...English...therefore you are still English, but you are not English...you have broken away from them, you are reborn, new..."
"I think I like that..." Erik Smiles widely, "New English...yes I do like that..."
"I am glad" Tonawanda smiles in return, evidently pleased that he had gotten off on the correct foot, "We also understand that there are more of you New English, spread out along the coast of the Great Ocean, from the far southern peninsula, to our border in the north..."
"Yes there were many of us who fled the wars in Europe" Erik nods to Tonawanda, he is about to continue when the waiters enter with their food, placing them down in front of them, "Forgive the food Chieftain, it was a long journey and this is the best we have..."
"That is alright" Tonawanda waves away Eriks apology and tentatively begins to eat, as does his entourage, "There is much you have to learn about this land...and its ways..."
"Indeed" Erik nods, swallowing the food in his mouth, "Any information you could offer would be appreciated..."
"Since your arrival we have met with many of our fellow Tribal leaders..." Tonawanda explains, "To discuss what to do with you. Some feel that you are invaders who are only here to conquer us, a view we do not share i assure you, and others feel that we should be kind to those who fled war and have no wish for it."
"What did you decide?" Erik asks
"To expalin we of the Eastern Sea Board Tribes, have joined together in a loosely linked Confederation..." Tonawanda says, "And a few tribes who distrust and dislike you will not act without the sanction of the council, and the council has voted to allow you control of some territory...but it is on a condition"

Erik puts down his knife and fork, "Anything" He says
"We require you to emulate our style of Government, and learn our ways to become better in tune with the nature of this continent" Tonawanda explains
"I think we could do that..." Erik smiles, "The New English Confederacy..."
"Has a certain ring to it dont you think?" Tonawanda grins at his new found friend.
"Yes, yes it does"

Many Months later, the New English have established a permament presence in the Americas, largely thanks to the assistance of the ESBC(Eastern Sea Board Confederation) and Chief Tonawanda of the Oneida.
Erik Darius had been elected Consul of the central Confederacy council, and the 13 "city states" of the Confederacy all swore alliegance to the NEC Government.
In the few months since his election Erik had established a small standing army, and navy.
His Government had established trade routes with the local tribes, and even the further away Cherokee and Sioux nations, and had built up a modest economic infrastructure.
The first settlement of the New English, in the heart of New England, was named Boston, and was selected as Capital of the Confederacy. A Central Council building was constructed in the centre of the city.
Things were going well for the infant Confederacy, until that fateful day when Tonawandas eldest son, Rodiyaner arrived at the doorstep of Erik Darius, looking ashen and worried.

"Consul Darius!" Rodiyaner pushes his way past the guards into the house, and rushes up the stairs in search for his fathers friend, "Consul Darius!"
Erik emerged from his study up on the second floor to find Rodiyaner standing only a few feet from him, "Rodi!" Erik was pleased to see him, then he notices Rodiyaners grave expression, "Rodi whats wrong?"
"My father has been murdered..." Rodiyaner says simply

Eriks eyes widen in shock, and he looks around and guestures towards his study, "Into my study..."
Rodiyaner and Erik entered the study, and Rodiyaner admired it, he was amazed at the progress these people had made in the time since they had arrived. He turned his mind away from admiration, to the task at hand, he turns to look at Erik to find his questioning eyes looking at him.
"My father is dead, murdered by the Chief of the Seneca, a member of the ESBC" Rodiyaner explains
Erik nods his head, he was aware of who the Seneca were, they were the prime opposition to the NEC, and had been gaining support in the ESBC for some time.
"Why?" Erik asks
"With my father out of the way, the Seneca has convinced the council to move against you..." Rodiyaner states simply, "The tribes who had gained much from trade with the NEC have of course opposed the move, the Onieda, the Skaruren, and the Cayuga..."
"So what is happening?" Erik inquires
"The Seneca and their allies are moving as we speak, the Oneida and our allies have been moving to intercept or slow them but..."
"You need the advanced army of the Confederacy?" Erik asks a rhetorical question
"Yes"
"So the ESBC is dead..." Erik states, already knowing the answer
"Yes it is" Rodiyaner replies anyway, "The Oneida and her allies have expressed a wish to join the NEC as members once this is all over and the Seneca are defeated..."
"Lets take it one step at a time my friend..." Erik replies uncertainly.

Good story ;)

very good, hopefully it will contain all the intrigue and mystery as the stories which were lost to us on the actual NES.

a very good story please continue :)

My first posting ever!

I have read several of the stories on this forum and as a basis of comparison, I like what you have written so far.

Keep it coming. BTW - is this based on an actual game or is it just a good story?

OOC: It is based on a NES, or Never Ending Story, game that I played for a while. Return To Our Roots (RTOR) 2. The game is still running in the NES Forum.

Chapter 2= Gathering Of Battle

7 Miles West of Boston, Capital of the New English Confederacy

West of Boston lies the "expanse", an area of land which is inhabited niether by the Native Tribes of the Americas, nor the New English Confederates.
It is called the expanse because it is an area of land which is highly fertile in terms of crop growth, but it was unused by the Tribes because of their largely nomadic nature, and no animals dare venture into such a large open space, and certainly wouldnt live there.
The NEC had plans to establish a city in the region, but as yet there were no attempts made due to ever increasing tensions between the New English and the Tribes, particularily the Seneca who live not far from the Expanse.

"Why am I here?" Erik inquires mostly to himself, looking out onto the field of battle.
The field was divided roughly into three parts, the large but unorganised army of the Seneca and its allies, the moderately sized and unorganised army of the Oneida and its allies, and the small but trained and organised legions of New England.
At the head of the Senecan army was War Chieftain Hiwatha, leading the Oneidan forces was Chief Rodiyaner, and at the fore front of the army of New England was Consul Erik Darius, perched upon his horse, looking decidedly uncomfortable.

"You are here because it is the duty of the ruler of a nation to lead his army to battle..." Rodiyaners soft voice penetrates Eriks reverie, and almost causes him to fall from where he was perched.
"Why?" Erik looks down at Rodiyaner who was sat upon his own horse, "Surely there are more qualified persons to lead this battle?"
"This is the first time the New English have gone to battle" Rodiyaner explains, "They need you at their head, this will be a difficult battle, your presence here may just tip the scales in our favour..."
"But Rodi..." Erik protests, "I am a merchant, not a soldier...I havent the slightest idea what to do!"
"You carry great respect from your troops, and from mine as well Erik..." Rodiyaner encourages him and breaks into a grain, "You will just need to learn to be a soldier by experience like the rest of us..."

Rodiyaner slaps the back of his horse and it breaks into a sudden gallop, "Good Luck my friend!" Rodiyaner calls as he gallops back towards his troops.
Erik stares after Rodiyaner and the turns his attention back to the Senecan army.
'Look at how many of them there are' Erik thinks to himself, 'How am i meant to marshall my troops to victory against that?'

"Remember Consul..." A voice once again penetrates Eriks thoughts and he turns to see from who it originated, "Organised tactics!"
Erik looks down to see the armour clad form of his War Councillor grinning back up it him, "We can do this sir, just believe in us...and we will deliver you victory!"
Erik nods and nudges his horse forward a bit, and turns to regard his troops.
2 regiments of swordsmen, A cadre of archers, and a force of horsemen warriors.
He gathers himself, and takes a deep breath.

"Friends...Brothers" Erik begins haltingly not sure exactly what to say but feeling as if the situation warrants some sort of encouragement speech, "I have to be honest with you all, I am not a soldier and here I have no idea what to do..."
He frowns at how that sounds as his troops listen attentively.
"But I can say that you are all trained well, and are the best soldiers the Confederacy has to offer..." He continues, "I just want to say...I believe in you all, I think you can win."
Then he stops and shakes his head, "No I dont think...I KNOW you can win! To Battle!"

Erik thrusts his sword into the hear, silently praying that he wasnt making a complete fool of himself, but steadfastly refusing to let himself doubt the outcome of this battle.
'We will win!' He thinks, 'We HAVE to win!'
Eriks less than stirring speech ellicits a cheer from his soldiers, who are genuinely happy that he believed in him, and did not see the doubts which he hid beneath his confident and determined exterior.

Boston, Confederacy Council Chambers, Consul Offices

Days later, after the stunning Confederate victory over the Senecan alliance at what was now being refered to as the Battle of Nashua Plains, Erik and Rodiyaner, as well as the High Council of the Confedracy, and the Oneidan tribal allies leaders conference in the office of the Consul in Boston.

"You did very well at Nashua my friend" Rodiyaner smiles proudly as he compliments his friend, "I believe even the enemy heard your speech, I know certainly we did"
"Thank you Rodi..." Erik blushes slightly under the praise, "But that is not why we are here...Councillor Robinson?"

Erik looks towards his War High Councillor signalling him to begin.
"The Seneca are defeated but they will come back again..." Edward Robinson states plainly, "We must have our combined forces train together in the use of our advanced weapons to stand a better chance against this attack..."
"They will most likely come in much larger numbers next time..." The Domestic High Councillor, Martin Essex, puts in his own two cents.
"We agree" Rodiyaner says, indicating himself and his allies, "But we wont have much time before the Seneca regroup..."
"That is where you are wrong..." Erik corrects his friend, "The Senecan alliance has been getting raided in the last few days from their flank by unknown forces, that will buy us some time..."
"You sent some of your army behind enemy lines to terrorise them?" Rodiyaner asks them
"Yes we did" Edward Robinson replies, "Just a small detachment of Horsemen, and while the Seneca hunt them it give us time to prepare properly..."
"Clever..." Rodiyaner nods and smiles, "Lets do it"

OOC: I have made a map of the time...One from before the ESBC civil war and one from after the initial battles during the ESBC civil war.

East Of Americas Before Eastern Sea Confederation Civil War
http://www.civfanatics.net/uploads3/Eastern_Sea_Board_before_ESBC_Civil_War.gif

East Of Americas After Initial Civil War Battles Of ESBC Civil War
http://www.civfanatics.net/uploads3/Eastern_Sea_Board_during_ESBC_Civil_War.gif

Please Also note that the Empires of The Mohawk, and Onodaga, and the Nations of The Cherokee and Sioux were not real civilisations in the RTOR 2 NES, they were just part of some of the stories I made up for the RTOR 2, or have included for this story.
This is also true for the ESBC. All these nations were just the minor tribes that EQandCivFanatic threw at me during the NES before the Iroquois War.
This story is not exactly what occurred in the NES itself, as I deleted all my posts in RTOR 2 during a rage at EQandCivFanatic to prevent him from using my posts to create his own story about the New English, so it is hard for me to remember, but this will be better, I hope.

LMSW, you are writing pretty good, why not lay the little rage with EQ behind you and join RTOR2 again?
NEC or RNE is taken by TheBigNastyOne but maybe he can give it back to you.

PS: They have been weaker than they was under you.

OOC: I know heine. Im aware the New English Confederacy, or Republic of New England as I later named it has been butchered and turned into a puppet state of AztecLand.
And thebignastyone is a plonker who will probably lead to the death of New England. But Cest la vie...its only a game...

Chapter 3= Showdown

The clash of metal on metal reverbrated through the Boston Gardens, puncuated by the occasional yelp or shout.
People who were nearby were drawn to the sounds, wondering what was going on, was there a battle between criminals and the police? or A battle between the Militia and invaders?
People drawn to the sounds in the central courtyard of the Gardens found something not one of them would have expected.
They discovered their esteemed and respected leader being pounded into the ground by Rodiyaner, leader of the Oniedan Alliance.

"Your improving my friend!" Rodiyaner compliments, "But you are still letting your emotions rule you...in combat that is a fatal mistake that your enemy will take advantage of!"
Instantly Rodiyaner steps forward and slashes at Erik, who knocks the sword away in a club like fashion rather than using the sword as he should have, he presses forward against Rodiyaner, intending to attack Rodiyaners temporary openess.
Suddenly Erik finds himself lying on the ground, Rodiyaner standing over him smiling and shaking his head gently.

"You are still using the sword as if it was an unwieldy club!" Rodiyaner chides, "The weapon must become an extension of yourself if you are to win...using the sword as you have I can predict your every move before you make it, you leave yourself open which your enemy can exploit"
Erik, muscles throbbing from nearly 2 hours of straight practice battle, pulls himself grudingly up of the ground, and stands to face Rodiyaner.

"What do you mean?" He asks
"Your attacking stance, and style means you leave your left side open a lot...far too much..." Rodiyaner explains, "And your letting your annoyance and anger get the better of you and you act without logical thought and strategy..."
"Give me some credit Rodi..." Erik smiles slightly as he rubs his aching shoulder, "Ive never done anything like this before...im clueless here"
"Thats why I said your improving my friend" Rodiyaner slaps his hand on Eriks sore shoulder, and laughs when Erik winces in pain, "If you think im difficult to face for the basics, just wait until you face Edward for the advanced swordsmanship...even im having problems there..."
"What?" Eriks eyes widen in horror, "You mean theres MORE?"
"Lots!" Rodiyaner grins evilly, and laughs, and then assumes a fighting stance.
Erik sighs and reluctantly assumes a similar stance, ready to continue being pounded into the ground by his friend.

'Why Is he my friend again?' Erik asks himself after Rodiyaner floors him for the nearly twentieth time that day.


"There has been another battle between the Oneida and the Seneca armies outside of Falcon Ridge(modern day Pittsburgh) sir..." Edward informs Erik.
They all sit in the Consuls Office again, this time just Erik and the High Council.
The High Council was a body of senior Councillors who headed up the respective departments of Government, War and Defense, Domestics, Commerce, Sciences, Industry, and Foreign Affairs.
Erik rubs his shoulder as he listens to the report by his War Councillor.
"The Oneidans were pleased to report a victory..." Edward smiles, "They have adjusted to the use of New English arms very well..."
"Well thats certainly high praise from our esteemed war councillor indeed" says Domestics Councillor, Martin Essex, sarcastically
"Our intelligence also indicates that the Seneca are trying to secure alliances with outside tribes..." Marco Martinez, the foriegn affairs Councillor states, blocking any retort Edward could muster, "We are not exactly sure if they have been successful or not..."
"We estimate that the Senecan Alliance will surrender within the next few months Consul..." Edward informs Erik confidently
"We will have to win against the Seneca soon, very soon..." Erik says almost gravely, "And we must admit the Oneidan Alliance into the NEC as quickly as possible once the war is concluded..."

The council members stare Erik in confusion, all of them except the Foreign Affairs Councillor that is, and Joran Wilhelm the Sciences Councillor pipes up, "Why Consul? Is there something going to happen?"
Erik stares pointedly at Marco, and nods.

"We have recieved reports from the Oneidan spies, that the two native northern Empires of the Mohawk and Onodaga are going to sign a treaty of Unification, with their Capital at Salamanca..." Marco explains, "If this is true then we have a problem, those Empires hate us as much as the Seneca...and their unified power would be a challenge to even our advanced power..."
"So that is why you wish to hurry unification of the ESBC and NEC..." A light turns on inside Jorans head, suddenly understanding, "Combining the Confederations would significantly enhance our ability to counter this new threat, perhaps to even avoid a war completely..."
"We must move quickly..." Erik states.


Erik Darius once again graces the field of battle, this time armed not only with a sword and spear on his horse, but with the knowledge of Rodiyaners basic training.
No longer too afraid to fight because he is able to at least defend himself, Erik feels better able to govern the battle as a leader should.
This time the unified armies of the New English Confederacy, including that of the now defunct Oneidan Alliance, face off in the north against the last remnants of the Senecan army, and their Mohawk support.

Erik glares across the field at his enemy and barks the word that begins the bloodbath than becomes known as the Battle of Saratoga Springs.
"ATTACK!"

Recent advancements by the Consulate of Sciences has armed the NEC with deadlier and sturdier weapons and armour than they have ever use previously.
The result is the Seneca/Mohawk forces are not only routed but completely slaughtered, with no chance for escape.

Hours later, a completely exhausted Erik Darius observes the field of battle, and what was once a pretty area of grassland, is stained with blood, and the grass has been trampled into the ground, lay as dead as many of the humans who lay upon it.
No prisoners were taken that day. All Senecans died, the Mohawk died, and the New English suffered very little casualties.


The Mohawk and Onodaga Empires unified as Marco Martinez had predicted, but his reasoning behind the unification was incorrect.
The Council of the Confederacy was alarmed to discover that the English had found the Great Continent and had sent an invasion force through its Greenland territories.
The Mohawk while supporting the Seneca decided that the Old English were a greater threat than the New English and joined with their old enemies the Onodaga t counter it.

I only remember 3 nations in North America at this time, but good story. BTW, you are welcome back to RTOR if you wish to take a NPC nation or start a revolution somewhere.

Not bad, not bad at all.

OOC: There were only three nations...Britian, the Aztecs and New England...remember that the British started colonising Canada about the same time as the Iroquois started launching attacks on the NEC and the Aztecs...it was only early expeditionary colonies I know...
As i said earlier ive tweaked it a bit to make it more interesting...
However im not quite sure how to proceed with the next chapter, thats whats taken me so long...need to think it over a bit.

Chapter 4= Whispers

It was a joyous day within the New English Confederacy, their esteemed and respected Consul, Erik Darius had finally proposed and wed his long standing girlfriend.
After a state wedding to which most of the city of Boston turned out to see, Erik and his new wife Lisa went to Fredericksburg, a city in the central provinces named for an ancient German Emperor.
The city was a popular tourist resort, for it was situated near a beach, and was the second city of the Confederacy.

"So husband..." Lisa addressed her new husband, as she lay clothed in nothing save for a light robe, on a lounger which sat on their rooms balcony overlooking the sea front, "May I inquire to you what is going on in that head of yours?"

Erik had been leaning on the balcony railing staring out onto the sea, lost in thought he had been practically ignoring his new wife, however she was not one to hold a gurdge, she was more concern as to what bothered.

"Hmmm?" He is shaken from his reverie by her words, "What?"
"Whats bothering you husband?" She asks as she gets up from where she lay, tying closed her robe, she walks over and puts her arms around him from behind, giving him a loving hug, and then kiss on the cheek.
"Oh its the war in the north..." He replies somewhat distractedly
"Why should a war that does not involve the Confederacy distract you so husband?" She asks

He turns to face her and studies her face intently, weighing whether to tell her or not, deciding that as his wife she deserved to know what troubled him.
"Our intelligence reports that the English and the Northern Alliance battle it out over control of Quebec...it is reported that the English are using technologies roughly equal to our own..." He explains, "Thank you Marco..."
He smiles slightly then continues, "Because of the English advantage technology wise, they have defeated the Northern Alliance swiftly and easily on every battlefield, for a while the Northern Alliance resorted to a war of attrition..."
"And you are afraid that if the English are victorious they will continue to make war here?" She asks
"Not exactly my love, while the English are strong they could not afford to fight a long drawn out colonial war..." He says, "They would have to divert forces from other borders to fight here, leaving them far too vulnerable, I know in such circumstances I wouldnt over extend myself like that..."
"So what is it?" Confusion written all over her face, she frowns slightly
"The war of attrition ended a few weeks ago and the Northern Alliance began scoring major victories over the English..." He sighs, "They are using what appears to be New English technology..."
Lisa gasps and takes a step back, "Has the council been supplying the NA with weapons?"
"No" He shakes his head, "We dont know how they got a hold of it..."

Lisa shakes her head in wonderment, and turns and slowly walks back inside, just as she does so there is a knock at the door.
"Come in" She calls

The door opens and a tall slim man walks in and smiles politely at Lisa, "I am looking for the Consul ma'am"

Erik hears the mans voice and re-enters the room and speaks before Lisa can reply, "Yes?"
"Consul sir" The man salutes showing himself to be a miltary man, "Lieutenant George Washington New English armed forces reporting"
Erik nods, "What is the message?"
"From the council sir..." He hands Erik a parchment, "I also have a verbal message from the Councillor of Glen Falls..."
"Yes?" Erik indicates for George Washington to tell him what Councillor Dekanawidah has to say.
"The Councillor reports that there has been numerous raids against his city and surrounding villages recently, at first the councillor suspected the Cherokee, but he has discovered evidence that the Aztecs were responsible..." George Washington replays, and Eriks head perks up at the mention of the Aztecs confusion evident on his face, "The councillor is loath to believe such evidence as the Aztecs are far away and have no interests on our borders, he humbly requests that our Commander in Chief dispatches troops to assist his defense forces"
"Yes...relay the message to High Councillor Robinson and tell him I authorise an increase in troops patrols around Glen Falls" Erik says dismissing the Lieutenant.
The Lieutenant salutes again and turns to leave.
"Wait Lieutenant!" Erik calls as he sits down at a desk on the other side of the room, "I may require you to deliver a reply to this letter please wait"
The Lieutenant nods and smiles when Lisa begins to engage him in idle conversation.

Erik looks down at the letter and begins to read it.

My Dear Consul Darius,
We have recieved a report that the Northern Alliance has in fact secured their technology from another source not us.
Now I know what you are thinking my Commander In Chief, and they did not steal it from the English either.
A third party supplied them with the technology.
Needless to say we do not know who that third party is either

Our Sciences Consulate proudly reports that they have mastered the technology of Navigation, this discovery has led the Consulate to find several sub technologies and applications of this technology.
They report that upon Council permission they have begun construction of the first cross oceanic Caravel, the new ship will be commissioned the NES Consul Darius, in honour of your leadership.

We have also captured a native assassin when he attempted to assasinate the Depute Consul. We believe that the assassin mistook the Depute Consul for you, as in your absence the Mr Aaron Cortez was using your office.
The Depute Consul was unharmed, and we have alerted the local defense forces to the threat against your life. They will no doubt dispatch a bodyguard. However I would feel more comfortable if you returned home my Consul.
The assassin is under questioning to discover who he worked for, it is believed he was hired by an outside force. He used Aztec weapons in the attempt.
We have launched a full investigation, we will no doubt have the results by the time you return.

Live well my Consul,
Sincerely Domestics High Councillor Martin Essex.

Erik frowns and hands the letter to his wife who could not help but notice the thunderous expression the letter had brought, and so ventured over to discover what was the matter.
Erik quickly pens a reply, authorising the War High Councillor to use any means to discover who was behind the assassination attempt and to find who is behind the raids near Glen Falls, and informing Martin that he wouldnt not be returning to Boston for another week.
He stands up and walks over to the Lieutenant.

"Lieutenant...as you no doubt understand these letters are for the eyes of the High Council only..." He says, "And if any citizens ask you about the raids near Glen Falls, just say that the Council is investigating but as yet know nothing"
"Yes sir" Replies George, "I will take my leave Consul Darius...Lady Darius"
He salutes them both then makes a hasty departure.
Erik turns to look at his wife who returns his look with the same frown he wore not moments ago.

"There is something afoot my wife..."

Map of Americas After Northern Alliance Victories Against The English
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Chapter 5= Sioux-Cherokee Alliance

Little Bighorn, Sioux Capital City, Near Sioux-Cherokee border on the Mississippi

Little Bighorn was originally a hunting camp which the nomadic Sioux used as a base of operations, and as a central meeting place for the Chiefs of the tribe.
The city in recent years, since the arrival of the accursed New English, had grown out of necessity into a thriving city of commerce and industry.
The Cherokee and Sioux Nations hated the New English as much as the old Senecan Alliance did, and LoneWolf; Great Chieftain of the Cherokee; and RunningBear; Great Chieftain of the Sioux; forged a friendship between their two nations who were once enemies.
Learning from the example of the Senecans, who were thoroughly defeated and humiliated by the New English and their sheer strength.
And because of the Senecans inability to match New English production for weapons, armour, and technologies they lost badly; the Cherokee and Sioux did not intend to make that mistake.

For many years secret plans for an invasion of the New English Confederacy had lain unchanged and in progress. However plans can be changed, not willingly, but by necessity.
It was such necessity that brought Great Chieftain LoneWolf to Little Bighorn.

LoneWolf entered the command tent of his old friend and rival, RunningBear, to discover that not only his friend by also a tall deep brown skinned man he had never met before.

"RunningBear my friend..." LoneWolf addresses RunningBear in the traditional Native salute of greeting, "Why have you asked me here?"
"I asked you here to meet my new associate..." RunningBear states vaguely and guestures towards the man, "This is Hiwatha, a Chieftain of natives to the west"
"Chieftain of the Western Tribes?" LoneWolf raises one eyebrow, "What tribe?"
"The Huron" replies Hiwatha simply
"If memory serves the Huron live clear on the other side of the continent, beyond the Rocky Mountains" LoneWolf states
"That is correct my friend..." RunningBear affirms, "Hiwatha here brings a proposal"
"We have recently secured an alliance of sorts with our neighbours to counter the rapid expansion of the barbarian Aztecs in the south and the threat of the demon New English in the east..." Hiwatha states, "It is our intention to destroy them and free the Americas from their Demonic and evil presences"
"You wish to tackle two of the strongest nations in the world?" LoneWolf asks incredulously, "And you expect to win?"

Hiwatha suddenly and quickly reaches into a bundle which lay near him and pulls a long sheathed blade from it and tosses it to LoneWolf.
LoneWolf pulls the weapon from its sheath and stares at the blade wide eyed. Holding it in the air he slashes it through the air slightly, hearing it sing, he then runs his finger across the blade and gasps loudly.

"A New English crafted blade!" He stares at the sword in disbelief, and then looks at RunningBear and Hiwatha, he looks down at the blade for a closer look, "No...not a blade of New English origin...but similar, very similar...it makes the same song as the favoured weapon of the New English"
"We match the New English technology and we outstrip their productive power" Hiwatha states unemotionally, "I ask the Cherokee and Sioux nations to join us in purging the darkness from our continent, we already have the Mohawk and Onodaga on board, we just require you..."
"Is that why the Northern Alliance is suddenly winning against the unknown invaders?" LoneWolf asks, "Because you gave them this technology?"

Hiwatha nods and smirks, to which LoneWolf returns his own smirk.
"You can count on the Sioux-Cherokee Alliance"

Quebec City (Montreal), Quebec

Quebec City, former capital of the Mohawk civilsation, before it unified with the Onodaga and the capital moved to Salamanca, was as glorious and magnificent as a native city could get.
A little smaller that Little Bighorn, it was a mere village compared to the Grand city of Boston in New England, and even as a city Boston was tiny compared to the European capitals of Rome, Madrid, London, and Berlin.
Yet the "city" was considered one of the most important cities in the north by the Northern Alliance and English alike.

General Whitehall, sent with Reinforcements to the americas by the King Arthur of England, to take command from the acting General, as the original General was killed in the Mohawk-Onodaga counter attacks.

"Damn barbarians..." He utters a most un-english like curse, and spits to the ground, "Now they will learn the might of England, and the futility of resistance..."

General Whitehall marshalls the newly reinforced armies of England against the Northern Alliance defense forces around Quebec City.
The NA, excepting an offensive down near Gander, and the Nova Scotia border, had fielded their armies there, for the attack which did not come.
Instead General Whitehall change the plans of the former General and attacked Quebec City.

Walking down the centre of this so called "city" General Whitehall curls his upper lip in disgust.
"Barbarians..." He curses again, "They dont even know how to live..."
He is obviously flanked by the English troops which gave him an astoundingly easy victory and handed him the capital of the North.

"I will make my headquarters here..." He informs his aide, "We will marshall our troops from here eastwards to meet the Barbarian troops near Gander...and we shall deliver them to whatever gods they may have..."

Boston, Capital of the Confederacy

"The English have apparently taken Quebec City..." High Councillor Marco Martinez informs the Depute Consul Aaron Cortez who was still standing in for Consul Darius while on his honeymoon, "A notable victory for our cousins from across the ocean..."
"Yes indeed..." says Aaron, his mind obviously on other things, "I am much more concerned about these attacks across the Cherokee border than I am about the English victories in the north"
"They are occurring more frequently and seem to get away without even encountering our army..." High Councillor Martin Essex says in frustration, "Short of sending the entire Confederate army to Glen Falls I dont know how to stop these attacks"
"Someone is trying to frame the Aztecs for the attacks...and apparently there are similar attacks occuring upon the Aztec border leaving behind evidence implicating us..." High Councillor Edward Robinson puts in, and the guestures to someone who was standing near the window of the Consuls office.
The Councillors had noticed him but said nothing as they knew his presence would be explained.

"I am Xomicatl" The stranger states, stepping away from the bright light so the Councillors can look upon him, and they discover a man who is evidently Aztec, "I came here to bring a message from my holy Emperor, Montezuma...'Cease your raids on our border immediately or feel the hand of the Aztec God Leader Montezuma strangle the life from your body'...that is the message"
"I have explained to Xomicatl that we have not been attacking the Aztecs and informed him about the attacks here implicating them..." Councillor Robinson continues
"I will take the message back to my lord Emperor, he is a reasonable man..." Xomicatl says, "I'm sure he will allow us to work with the Confederacy to discover who is trying to pit the superpowers of the continent against each other..."
"Please do that Xomicatl" Aaron Cortez speaks for the first time in a while, "And convey our thanks to your lord for his understanding..."
"I will sir" Xomicatl nods and smiles slightly

Chapter 6= Enter the Iroquois

Glen Falls, Capital of the Western Confederate province of Nashua

Councillor Dekanawidah was the first and one of the few native tribal councillors of the New English Confederacy, his acension to office in the Confederacy was a great surprise to the peoples of New England not that he was voted in at all but Glen Falls was a city of a roughly equal split between "Arrivals" and "Natives" so no one had expected him to secure his seat as well as he did.
The native man was voted in at a 74% majority amongst "arrivals" and only a 56% majority amongst the "natives". It was postulated by a rather right wing, anti native councillor that Councillor Dekanawidah won his seat by bribery, an unfounded view of course. It was also postulated that because the "natives" and "arrivals" of Glen Falls lived together for so long that they had become used to each other, and many felt that it was simply time to give a "native" a chance.

Dekanawidah proved all his sceptics wrong, and proved to everyone once and for all he was an able and well loved Governor, he won his seat back in a second election.
This paved the way, much to Consul Darius' delight, for many more natives to stand, and some to even take, a seat of representation in the Government.
Recently however, anti natives had been taking advantage of the situation in and around Glen Falls, the attacks by the natives across the border. It had been determined by an investigation that the Aztecs were not responsible, but the New English were still not sure who in fact was.
And Councillor Dekanawidah had not yet been able to catch the soldiers in the act. This let him open to "fire" from his fellow Councillors.

"Damn fools" Dekanawidah slams his fist down onto his desk in anger, "Thank the Gods that we are not ruled by a short sighted foolish Consul like those idiotic Councillors who attack me!"

The Governors office was unlike the Consuls office, small and economical, one window opened up into a small balcony over looking the central square of the city,
The room was decorated in the typical New English fashion of the day, warm colours. The Councillor felt that the workplace was not the place for personal touches.
He sat glaring across his desk at a messenger who brought ill news from the Council.
"I am sorry councillor" The young man stutters, "I simply bring you the news you wanted...some of the Council has lobbied the Consul to recall you to Boston and strip you of your post"

Again Dekanawidah slams his fist on the desk.
"Sir you should know that the Consul denied their request as you knew he would..." The messenger smiles slightly, "The Consul said that you were needed in Glen Falls to defend your area of responsiblity from these attacks"
"Yes..." Dekanawidah smiles apologetically at the messenger, "Thank you, I am sorry, I am just angry at those fools..."


To understand the system of army within the Confederacy you must understand that the Confederacy uses 5 types of troops.
Firstly is the Confederacy's last line of defense, the Speared Trooper; equipped with a shortened double ended spear, at one end is the short sharp point (like all spears) and on the other is a medium length curved blade, they also carry a smallish rounded iron shield and are wrapped in iron studded leathers; where most empires liked to use spearmen with long extended spears to hold off an enemy the Confederacy favoured these highly trained defense troops will hold off an enemy charge with the spear point end of their weapon, and then in the event their line is broken, they can just as easily fight in close quarters with the blade end of their spear, they also carry a long knife as a backup weapon.
Secondly is the Confederacy's first line of defense, the Bladesman; equipped with a long light sword just as capable at stabbing from a distance as it was fighting in close quarters, they are adorned by light chain mail armour, and carry a long squarish shield (like the Roman Legions) which is slightly smaller and rounded at the ends (like the Zulu Impi); most cultures decided on having one versatile type of swordsman for both attack and defense, but best suited for attack, the Confederacy created two, one defense and one attack, the Bladesman was the defensible one, these are the kind of troops which make up the mobile defense forces.
Thirdly is the Confederacy's second line of defense and attack, the bowman; as it sounds the Bowman is a troop armoured with light leathers and carries a compact bow; best suited for flanking manoevers during an attack, or defending from a distance or a high position such as a city walls they are the most versatile troop in the army, but also the least used.
Fourth is the Invaders, the Confederacys attack foot troops; much like their Bladed brothers they carry a long light sword and are armoured with light chain mail, but instead of a long shield they a second short sword weapon; the Invaders are just that, they invade and attack, without carrying a shield they are able to strike much quicker than the Bladesmen and depend on brute force as much as agility to win a battle.
Fifth is the final troop in widespread use by the Confederacy at this time and that is the horseman; armed with short range throwing knifes, a short charging spear, and a medium length sword, and armoured in iron studded leathers, perched upon a unarmoured horse; they are considered perhaps the most fearsome of all the troops of the Confederacy, what they lack in defensive power, the more than make up for in speed.

West of Glen Falls, near the Cherokee border

The 4th New English Bladed Guardian Regiment was assigned by the Consul to garrison Glen Falls against the attacks, and even with the Guardians, the local Militia; Glen Troopers 1 through 4; was not able to capture the raiders.
The Glen troopers 1 through 4 were 4 battalions of Speared Troopers which were set to defend the city.
The 4th New English Bladed Guardian Regiment was made up of 7battalions of Bladesmen, 2 battalions of Invaders, 2 battalions of Bowmen, and one battalion of horsemen. It was also the 4th of the 6 Guardian Regiments.

"We have been at this for days" A young soldier complains to his elder counterpart, "When is the commander going to order the fall back to Glen Falls?"
They patrol through a wooded area along the border, the two soldiers passing through a small clearing as they talk.

"Our orders to defend this area come directly from the Consul son" Replies the elder man, "So we will be at this until our commander in chief decides otherwise..."
"We are never going to catch them..." The younger man is interrupted by a thwacking sound of an arrow being released from its bow, and before the young man can react an arrow slams into his throat and pierces through to the other side.

The young soldier makes a strangled gurgling sound as he collapses to the ground, in that instant the older solider pushes through his shock and calls out warning to his fellows, he doesnt even get a chance to complete drawing his sword as another arrow flys through the air, hitting the older soldier in the forehead, bursting through the skull, the only sound made is the dull thud as he falls to the slightly muddy ground.
A warcry echoes through the forest as the Cherokee troops charge against the Bladesmen battallion, armed with the weapons supplied to them by the unknown enemy.
Against these weapons the out numbered Bladesmen are unable to win, within minutes the entire battallion patrolling the woods is cut down by the Cherokee who out number them.

Later after the battle, the Cherokee head home, carrying their many wounded.
"Damn those New English" says an old Cherokee warrior as he observes the wounded being carried by his kinsmen, he was one of the few of the warriors who did not have to carry a fallen or wounded comrade.
The troops heads out of the woods which they had lain their ambush, and into the open plains of their homelands.

"Even matched by technology, and out numbered, they are devils in battle" The old warrior says, blinking tiredly
"Do you think we can win this coming war elder?" A nearby young warrior asks the elder one
"Of course young pup" The older warrior smiles, "If Great Chief LoneWolf says we shall win, then we shall win"
"Yes but as you said the New English are devils for battle" The young warrior says doubting that they can win, "Even if we Cherokee out number them we are hard pressed to win..."
"Look young one, we have been so used to being afraid of the New English that we were and are doubtful we can win" The old man explains, "But as we win more victories things will change, the New English will be crushed"

The younger warrior carries a wounded warrior upon his back, who had been listening intently to the conversation, he grins widely.
"I dont think the Consul of the Confederacy will be to happy about losing a battalion of his prized Bladesmen" He almost laughs
"Nope" The older warrior snorts, "I would think not"
They all laugh, which causes the wounded warrior to wince in pain.

Little BigHorn, Capital of the Sioux

The city is silent, the populace gathered in the central square, observing a horrified silence, the city was surrounded by troops equipped with the advanced weapons, they fly an unknown standard.
In the central square, basically a wide open space near the middle of the city, there is a crucifix, and upon the crucifix the esteemed leader of the Sioux has been tied to it, his eyes showing the terror and utter confusion he is feeling, his face swollen and red where he has been struck several times.
In front of him stands the tall man known only as Hiwatha, he is wearing a large and evil grin.

"I am Hiwatha" He announces to the mortified crowd, "And the Sioux are now members of the Empire of Iroquois"
A soldier standing at the other side of Hiwatha suddenly steps forward and strikes RunningBear in the face, the man yelps in surprise for than pain, causing the crowd to gasp, everyone had understood this Hiwatha to be an ally, now he betrayed them.
"You as a people will do as all non Iroquois were made to do, serve your Iroquois masters" Hiwatha states in a neutral voice, the evil grin still evident upon his face, and he turns to slash RunningBear across the chest with his sword, "Anyone who resists or disobeys will suffer our wrath"

The soldier of the Iroquois proceeds to perform a summary execution upon RunningBear, cutting him open, placing hot irons to his body, cutting things off, whipping him, and doing other things which are meant to cause pain but not enough to kill the poor man.
RunningBear found it was all he could do to not cry out in agony as the soldier snapped one of his fingers, and then proceeded to cut it off.
The crowd doing nothing except stare in horror as their beloved, if not misguided leader, is murdered before their very eyes.
Finally taking pity upon the man Hiwatha cuts him across his throat with his sword, allowing him to die.

"Dissent brings death!" He shouts to the crowd as the soldier cuts the now lifeless body of RunningBear from the crucifix.

Chapter 7= The Siege of Boston

Glen Falls, Nashua Province, New England

Councillor Dekanwidah of the New English Confederate Council stood upon the massive stone walls of the great city of Glen Falls, a bow strapped at his side and a quiver of arrows upon his back.
Ok so the city wasnt that great by European standards of the time, but by American standards it was a large and populous city, it stone walls wrapped around it like a protective arm of a parent around his/her child.
And upon those walls, and behind them, was what remained of the 4th Guardian Regiment, and the Glen Falls Milita, the Glen Troopers. The 4th Guardians had suffered heavy casualties during the initial attacks, and they had been forced to retreat to Glen Falls, they had been assaulted by an army of an unknown enemy.
It had be ascertained that the enemy was equipped with weapons to rival that of the New English army, and they highly out numbered them. They had attempted to make contact but their messengers were sent back to them in a basket, or rather their heads were.

"We must not let these barbarians breach the walls" Dekanawidah states, mostly to himself
"Yes sir..." replies his ever obedient aide, "The smiths and fletchers are working over time to produce replacement bows, arrows, armour, and other weapons; and the populace has been gathered in the city hall, and central square, farthest away from any battles"
"Good..." Dekanawidah nods in appreciation, "We must defeat these barbarians and prove once and for all that New England reigns supreme on this continent"
"Sir you speak as if you know who they are..." The aide says, to which Dekanawidah says nothing.

The first assault against the walls of Glen Falls came less than ten minutes later, the defenders letting fly with a rain of arrows, among those was the cities representative to the Confederacy, fighting just as furiously as the rest of the defenders.
So determined he was to hold the city that it inspired his comrades, and the attack was repulsed.
Two more assaults were launched during the remainder of that day both of which were also repulsed, there were some casualties on the defenders side, but for every one defender that died, at least 3 attackers died in response.
Dekanawidah knew that the enemy would sooner or later breach the walls, but he was determined to make them pay their pound of flesh.

Tol Baarad Valley, Iroquois Occupied Nation of the Cherokee

The Nation of the Cherokee had suffered a similar fate as their Sioux brethern did, they were attacked and conquered quickly because of the sheer surprise of the attack, the Cherokee army too busy off attacking the one nation that probably could have successfully protected them from their fate, now their capital of Cedar Rapids lay in flames, and their Leader LoneWolf? He escaped the clutches of Great Chieftain Hiwatha of the Iroquois.

"Chief..." A middle aged Cherokee warrior enters the remote command tent of LoneWolf, former Chieftain of the Cherokee, "It has begun my Chief, these Iroquois traitors have launched their offensives against the Empire of the Aztec barbarians, and against the noble Confederacy of New England..."

LoneWolfs eyes narrow when he hears the warrior refer to the Confederacy as noble, and his lip curls in distaste, he is about to give a rude response when the warrior raises his hands and speaks again.
"I know you do not like the Confederacy my Chief, but as 'Chief' of my village on the border I dealt with them often and I had always found them to be honourable and noble, not the monsterous invaders you believed their were"
"If they were not invaders then what just happened to the Eastern Confederation?" LoneWolf asks sarcastically, "Tell me that!"
"My Chief...LoneWolf..." The warrior whos name was Adodarhoh, "They fled their homelands from war, and the old Confederation granted them lands along the coast but not many know that there was a large faction opposed to the idea within the Confederation, which eventually led to civil war, the Seneca who hated the New English attacked them and the Oneida and their allies within the Confederation tried to stop them, so it was prudent for the New English and Oniedans to ally to fight the Senecans; the war ended with the Senecans being conquered by the Oniedans and the New English granting the Oniedans and their allies admittance into the Confederacy..."
LoneWolf simply frowns in response.

"Sir I swear to you that the New English have always dealt with us fairly and honourably..." Adodarhoh says, "And they are quite possibly the only possibility for salvation that the Cherokee and Sioux have..."
"Alright ill give you that..." LoneWolf replies, a frown creasing his brow, "I do not have to like these New English, but I agree they may be our only hope for survival, the Iroquois regard all non-Iroquois races to be inferior which includes the Cherokee and Sioux..."
"I am sorry for RunningBears death my Chief" Adodarhoh says softly to which LoneWolf only nods.

Chapter 7 Continued= The Siege Of Boston

Boston, Capital of New England, New English Confederacy

Confederation Council Chambers

The Council building in Boston is a large complex, composed of 4 buildings, the 3 largest buildings arranged in a U shape around the 4th and smallest of the buildings.
The 3 smaller ones being an office complex for the Councillors and, a residence complex for the Councillors when they are in Boston; as well as a complex for the Council Chambers staff ie Kitchen staff, aides and attendants.
The 4th and smallest being the Central Council Chambers, the office of the Consul, and the Depute Consul.
Today was one of the mandatory council meetings, which every councillor had to attend, they had gathered in the Central Council Chambers, and were discussing amongst themselves this new enemy, and their rapid progress into the Confederacy.
The council chambers is arranged in a circular assembly as shown below.
The High Council sitting upon their seats at the forefront of the Chambers, and the Consul distinctly missing, instead sitting in his place is Lieutenant George Washington of the New English Army.

Geroge Washington slams his fist down on the desk in front of him several times to try and call for order in the Chambers, he had been trying to get their attention for nearly 20 minutes, and decided to resort to extreme measures.
The Council quietened down.

"Thank you Sirs" George smiles out at the representatives of his people, "Could we please begin this meeting of the Council?"
"We can not begin!" A voice from the back shouts
"The Consul is not here!" Another voice shouts
"So?" Asks George, "We can still begin the meeting"
"Where is the Consul?" The first voice shouts out, "We can not begin without his presence!"
"And what are you, a Lieutenant in the army doing sitting in his place?" A new voice asks
"Well if we begin I can explain" George grins again, and looks around the chambers, "I am General George Washington, New English Army, and I have been charged by the Consul to defend Boston from the encroaching enemy army"
A murmer sweeps over the Council, causing George to sigh loudly, the War Councillor Edward Robinson interceeds on his behalf to try and quiet them.

"Fellow Councillors quiet please!" He calls out, the Council quickly quietens down at his authoratative voice, "Let the General explain"
"Thank you Sir Councillor" General Washington nods to the War Councillor, "The Consul is away on a secret mission with the bulk of our army, that is why this enemy has so rapidly advanced into the Confederacy..."
"What secret mission is this?" The Depute Consul asks, "We have not been informed about a secret mission"
George turns to regard the Depute Consul and smiles, "I am sorry Sir but I do not know what the mission entails, only that the Consul felt it important enough to lead our army personally"

Boston Docks

After a lengthy and somewhat tiring Council meeting which he directed, the General Washington heads down to the docks as he was instructed by his Consul.
At the docks, a fleet of New English ships had gathered, 13 in all, 11 of them were to carry New English citizens from Boston away from the Confederacy to IncaLand.

The Confederacy had recently established contact with the Incan Empire, which found the ideals of the Confederacy to be much more logical than their own and embraced a the Confederate Republican style Government used within the NEC (New English Confederacy) and also embraced the NECs Christian religion.
The radical change which the Tribal rulers of the Incan Empire forced upon their people was well recieved, and the Incan Confederation was born. They quickly became the NECs closest ally, and when the enemy began its invasion of both the NEC and AztecLand, pledged to send its armies north to assist in the resistance.
True to their word the Incan fleet brought a massive Incan army across the sea to land at New Orleanica, and attack Iroquois positions there. However the Incan attack did not make much difference to the war effort, within 3 months Boston and Tenochititlan lay besieged, and the Incan army was trapped in New Orleanica. Even armed with New English technology, the Aztecs, and Incans could not resist the sheer overwhelming numbers of the Iroquois Empire.

General Washington saw that the 11 refugee ships were dispatched, and moved to the 12th ship. That ship was the oceanfaring warship NES Consul Darius, which was to carry troops and supplies to New Orleanica to try and relieve Incan positions there. He ordered the captain to leave the docks.

Finally he moved down to the end of the docks to the last ship.
It was bigger than any ship previously used by the Confederacy, even the NES Consul Darius, this ship was of similar design to the ocean faring warship except that it was not designed mainly for battle like the Consul Darius had, but was designed to endure a long journey. And endure it needed to.

"Captain!" The General shouts out as he steps up the gangplank onto the large sailing ship, "Are you ready?"
The Captain was standing at the aft of the ship, near to the gangplank, and entrance to the officers mess, he was a tall bulky man, a seaman through and through, looks up to see the General and gives a quick, sloppy salute.

"Yes sir we are ready to leave at any time!" He replies as he walks closer to the General, "The supplies are stowed, and everyone is aboard"
General Washington steps forward and briefly shakes the Captains hand, when he reaches him, "Good, I do not envy you, your task" He says
"Nor I you General" replies the Captain, refering to the imminent battle, "Do now worry though, we shall reach Europe in a few months, and within the year we will be back in Boston with an army you wouldnt believe"
"Yes, if you can convince the European Kings to help us" George Washington sighs, "Well you have my order to be off, and I will let you get to it...Good Luck Captain"
"Thank you sir, but we wont need it" The Captain grins widely, "Now get off my ship"

General Washington laughs and steps back onto the gangplank to the docks, once off it is quickly lifted, and the Captain is off barking out orders to his crew. Washington smiles and shakes his head slightly.
"SIR!" A loud, and urgent sounding voice interrupts the Generals thoughts and he turns to see a man in military uniform running full pelt down the docks towards him, "General Washington, Sir!"
"Yes?" The General walks towards the military man, meeting him almost halfway, "What is it?"
"It is the enemy sir...they approach the city"

Boston City Walls

The first attack by the Iroquois against the walls of the city came less than 5 minutes after the scout alerted General Washington that they were approaching. The defense forces responded as they were supposed to, with a deadly barrage of arrows which rained upon the invaders.
Ten minutes after the start of the battle, General Washington blusters onto the city walls, clad in full armour, looking rather flustered and annoyed.
Boston lay on a fertile grassland only a short mile from a deep and lush forest, the very forest which endless hordes of the enemy seemed to be pouring from.
After half an hour of trying unsuccessfully to breach the city walls the Iroquois fall back from the city to regroup, giving the defenders a reprieve from attack.

"How many do you think we killed?" General Washington hears a nearby trooper ask another
"I dont know...a hundred, a hundred and twenty?" The reply comes from another trooper nearby, who sat perched against the crenulations of the wall, part of an arrow protruding from his arm.
"I would say there was around three hundred soldiers fighting just then" George places himself into their conversation, "And it looks as if we got about a hundred of them yes..."
The soldiers look to regard their commander, respect filling their eyes, they smile in response.

"That is a good amount, for they only killed maybe 6 or 7 of us" The injured soldier grins, "A good ratio"
"Why did they do that?" The first soldier asks, "I mean, why did they just attack us like that, without a plan...they just swarmed us as if hoping we would kill enough of them that the wall would get smaller from the dead bodies in front of it?"
"Since they began their invasion I have met these enemies 3 times in battle" General Washington says, "And only once in the open, their tactic seems to be just to throw huge amounts of soldiers at an objective...A tactic which has so far worked every time, save for the Battle of Glen Falls..."
"Glen Falls holds?" The injured soldier asks, not believing, "Wow..."
"Yes, like a island of hope in a sea of dispair" The General alludes to a popular New English play, The Seige of Avalon*
"Sir...here they come again!" The first soldier points out towards the woods, where the enemy soldiers come from once again.
Except they do not attack the city immediately. Instead all 700 of them gather in the field between the city and the woods, a tactic no doubt used to instill fear into the defenders.
And instill fear it did, a chorus of whispers of terror ripple through the defenders ranks, General Washington himself feeling somewhat daunted.

"Come now troops!" General Washington shouts, shaking off his feeling of dread he calls out to his men to try and rally them, "We can win here, this is the Pride of the Confederacy at stake, Boston herself is what we defend, we MUST HOLD!"
The troops begin whispering again, this time in agreement with their General, the feelings of fear being replaced by a feeling of determination, and pride.
General Washington turns to a nearby soldier.
"I have a plan..."

The second charge of Iroquois troops comes less than 5 minutes later, they charge against the walls, using grappling hooks to try and scale them, the troops rain arrows down on them everywhere except for the troops who lay seige to the city gates.
Seizing upon this seemingly golden opportunity the enemy forces converge on the gates, and within minutes they have the gates open, almost far too easily.
Soldiers flood into the city, only to be met by a force of Bladesmen on the other side of the walls, fortified on the road between the gates and the city proper, arrows rain down on the enemy on both sides of the gates, driving them away from the gate, both forwards towards the Bladesmen, and backwards away from the walls.
The gates of the city suddenly slam back shut, and a large force of Iroquois troops are trapped within the city, between a sealed gate, and a force of Confederacy Bladesmen. Unable to go backwards for the arrows raining down on them, they charge forwards into the Bladesmen fortified position.
The largest part of the enemy force still stuck outside the city begin again trying to scale the walls, and pound at the gates to try and break them open.
"Thank the Lord the Gates were recently reinforced" General Washington thinks to himself as his plan comes to fruition.
The troops trapped within the city are easily slaughtered by the New English troops, unaccustomed to fighting in close quarters the Iroquois troops charged as they always did, only to be impaled upon the spears of the defending Bladesmen.
At the sounds of their comrades dying the enemy attacks the walls with greater ferocity than ever before, launching assault after assault against the defenders, until finally there are only 30 able defenders on the walls and still nearly 300 attackers.

General Washington begins to think that the defense of the walls is hopeless and is about to order the defenders to fall back to the city proper, to defend from within the centre of the city, when he hears a bugle call in the background.
He looks out over the walls towards the woods, where the bugle came form, he thinks 'Oh no, not reinforcements for the enemy!' He shudders in dispair.
As quickly as the dispair washed over him, it dissapears as a rain of arrows fly from the cover of the wood, and strike at the rear of the enemy lines.
General Washington spots the standard of the Consul, fluttering within the woods, as an army of Confederate troops pour from the woods, and attacks the rear of the Iroquois army.
Again unable to move forward, and unable to move backwards, the remaining Iroquois are slaughtered at the hands of the New English army.
The Seige of Boston which was the most perilous moment in the progress of the war, had easily become the Confederacys most stunning victory in its long history. A large bulk of the enemy army destroyed, and the enemy humiliated.

At the end of the battle Consul Darius could be seen to be giving the thumbs up signal to General Washington who still stood upon the walls. General Washington responded in kind.

*The Seige of Avalon is a popular New English play based around the story of the fictional Kingdom of Avalon, which comes under attack by its powerful, but previously friendly, neighbour, the Empire of Brisbane, the play follows the course of the war until the Kingdom is occupied save for its largest and most important cities, which lay as islands of hope in a sea of dispair. The Kingdom is eventually rescued by the unlikeliest of saviours, its ancient rival, the Kingdom of Siederia.

The Americas During Iroquois War At The Time of the Boston Siege
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Map Edit: The Portion of Haiti that is seen should be yellow as it was ruled by the Incan Confederation at that time.

great, as always, I'm eagerly awaiting more.

OOC: Im writers block with the next chapter. ill get it out soon. :)

Good story :)

Chapter 8= Enter Montezuma

OOC: Im going to get a bit far out with this one okay guys? This never actually happened in the NES itself, and is not a part of the RTOR 2 world. I just thought it might make it a bit more interesting.

IC:
Tenochtitlan, Aztec Capital, Aztec Kingdom

Emperor Montezuma of AztecLand sat upon his golden throne, high atop the white diaz at the rear of the massive, magnificently decorated, throne room, seat of Government for the Aztec Kingdom, his watchful eyes peered out from under his crown, observing all his subjects and lands. Or so it is told.
In reality the Emperor watched his subjects and lands from the highest tower in his Palace, which lay deep within the sprawling city of Tenochtitlan, via the Eye of Quezacoatl.

Quezacoatl was the Aztec god, and he had supposedly granted godly powers to the immortal Emperor of the Aztecs. Again this was not the entire truth, but like most legends and rumours they have a foundation of truth. Quezacoatl was in fact a celestial being of immense power, who liked to visit the Earth since before the dawn of the ages, before 4000BC. He had taken quite a liking to this little blue world, and the creatures who lived upon it. Of course Quezacoatl was one of the many names he went by on earth, one of the many names that he had accumulated, such as Ra, Odin etc. But Quezacoatl was his favoured name.
So taken was he by the humans of earth, that he granted special powers to the 5 greatest leaders of Earth at the dawn of ages, 4000BC, powers of their choosing. High King Hammurabi of Babylon chose wisdom and intelligence, and so Quezacoatl took a piece of his own essense and gave it to Hammurabi to grant his wish. Pharoah Nefer Seti of Egypt chose tactical shrewdness so that he might ensure Egypts greatness for centuries to come, again Quezacoatl took a piece of his own essense to and gifted it to Nefer Seti to grant his wish. Alfred the Great of England chose to be strong and mighty, and so Quezacoatl detached a piece of his essense to gift to Alfred to enable him to become the strongest man on Earth. Finally both Aryan Ghandi and Montezuma asked for the same things, magic. Aryan Ghandi, founder of India, asked for the magical healing and powers of love that Quezacoatl possessed, and Montezuma, Emperor of the Aztecs, asked for the magic to wield the elements so that he may defend his peoples. These were granted to them, for they were the greatest gifts that Quezacoatl gave, and the ones he felt most pleased to give, for the magical powers Montezuma and Ghandi asked for would serve to heal and protect better than the others.
The last of the gifts he gave before departing to explore once again, was enduring age to the great leaders, so that they would not die of age or disease. The Great ones could only be killed by non natural causes.
Quezacoatl did not count on human nature to warp his fine gifts. And warp they did.

Alfred used his sheer brute strength to prove his prowess in battle, and as he became stronger he united the peoples of Britain under his rule using that sheer brute strength. He became as strong as a hundred warriors, no one could contest his physical power. With it he murdered many, and gathered others to his banner, either through fear or admiration. He became uncontested King of the northern Europe.
Nefer Seti using his tactical brilliance, and ability of shrewdly analyse a situation, built a formidable well trained army in Egypt, and went on the path of conquest, sweeping over much of the North of Africa, and into the middle east. This brought him into conflict with Hammurabi.
Hammurabis intelligence became infamous, it brought many people to his lands seeking his guidance, and eventually protection. He was able to anticipate a situation before it developed and was able to prepare for it, as a result not many were able to defeat him on the battle field. He came into conflict with Nefer Seti, and Aryan Ghandi because of this.
Aryan Ghandi was perhaps the worst. In the beginning he used his powers to help his people, and legend of his powers gathered to him a vast army. With this vast army he moved in almost every direction from India, conquering where every he went, his magical powers developed so he became a mighty magician, and with those powers his losses through war very small, and his troops were very resilient. He came into conflict with Hammurabi because the wise King of Babylon could see through Ghandi and see the Founders ambitions of world conquest.
Finally Montezuma, using the powers of the elements conquered the entire central Americas, he also became a powerful magician, his armies sweeping northwards and southwards, conquering and murdering as they went. Then as quickly as the went onto the path of conquest, they stopped. No one knew why, but for centuries until the beginning of the Iroquois war, the Aztecs made no aggressive moves anywhere.

Only Montezuma knew this reason. The reason? Quezacoatl returned, and threatened to strip him of his powers if he continued his murderous ways. Montezuma, with the fear of God, as it were, instilled into him stopped as required.
And now Montezuma lay, waiting, growing in power, waiting for the day he would weild his powers again. The peace which was originally forced upon Montezuma and the Aztecs became geniune over the centuries, and while still vigilant warriors, they preferred to stay within their lands and expand peacefully. So too did Montezuma grow to prefer the peace that had come to his soul, but still he dearly loved his powers, and wished to use them again. But no one would dare face the Immortal leader of the Aztecs. At least not until the upstart Hiwatha came onto the scene.

Using his Eye of Quezacoatl, a gift the celestial being had left on his last visit as a reward for the Aztecs peacefulness, he watched the world, literally. Using the Eye he could see all things, anything he wished. Mostly he used it to keep an eye on possible foes to the Aztec empire, but from time to time, he would use it for less noble, less wholesome, more personal purposes than spying. :lol:

Now you must be wondering, if Montezuma possessed such great powers why then did he allow the Iroquois to conquer a near half of his Kingdom?
He wanted Hiwatha to come to him. He let the Iroquois invade quickly, very quickly. His warriors with the technology his new allies in New England had provided was useful, but they lost much more lands than had been anticipated by Aztec allies, the New English had lost comparatively little, in fact recently they had begun to gain lands back from the Iroquois, after the Iroquois fouled up their seige of Boston.
The Incans still held New Orelanica, against innumerous assaults by the Iroquois army. Yet the Aztecs were "defeated" on almost every battle field. No one could understand it. The allies could not, so they stepped up the pressure on their fronts of the war to try and allieviate pressure on the Aztecs. The Aztec soldiers and generals could not, but they followed their orders.
Then Montezuma struck. As the Iroquois army approached the city of Tenochtitlan. Montezuma led his own army out against them.

Tenochititlan. It was a city which lay on the southern end of a huge lake deep within Mexico. An island of fertility in the massive desert to the west. To the south lay jungles and deep forests, and to the east was more fertile grasslands.
It was upon these grasslands that the two armies met.
Unusually Montezuma was standing, if you can call it that for he was literally floating around a foot off of the ground, much to the amazement and horror of the Iroquois who laid eyes upn him, at the forefront of his army.
His arms he had crossed in front of him, but not intertwined, he swept his right arm out, and raised it so it was around level with his head. For a moment it seemed that his hand glowed green, and then seemingly from nowhere a light wind picked up, and Montezuma spoke.

"Iroquois upstarts!" He roared, the wind carried his voice so it seemed to boom over everyone, "You dare to come to my home and disturb my rest?"
His voice made him sound furious, he looked firmly furious also, his face had gone as white as a sheet, and he had clenched his teeth. But in reality he was merely struggling to control himself at the joy he was experiencing because he would be able to use his powers again this day. The day had come and he was overjoyed. The Aztec army begins to move apart, spreading out.

"I give you this one chance to retreat!" He shouts, the anger in his voice seems to subside, devoutly hoping they will stay and fight he continues, "For if you remain you will all die this day, not one shall live"

The Aztec army spreading out, begins to curl around the Iroquois, they do not notice for they are too afraid of Montezuma. The Iroquois soldiers, terrified by the presence of the Aztec leader, struggle not to run off. But being soldiers the hold their ground, reminding themselves they fight for the honour of Hiwatha.

"Honour?" Montezuma bursts out laughing, as if he had read their thoughts, in fact he had, "Hiwatha has no honour!"

As the Aztecs have almost completely encircled the Iroquois army, clouds roll in over the battle field, seemingly from no where. The Iroquois cast their eyes forward. And collectively they let out a gasp.

Montezuma has his eyes firmly shut, his arms are cast directly up into the air, and a blue aura seems to be flowing around him, billowing, and sweeping off him.

"Grand Lightning!" Montezuma growls, his voice sounding almost gutteral and inaudiable, the sky flashes suddenly, and flashes again. And again. 6 times in total, the sky flashes.
Then one after the other in quick succession, massive bolts of lighting strike down upon the Iroquois troops, blasting huge craters into the ground, causing much flying debris. The Aztec army begins their attack. From all sides they charge into the ranks of the confused and terrified Iroquois cutting them down as if they were wheat crop.
Within minutes the Iroquois force gathered to siege Tenochititlan is gone. Wiped out. The smell of burnt flesh wafts through the air.

Montezuma wrinkles his nose in disgust. And turns to regard his general.

"Get this cleaned up will you?" He orders, "I am going back into the Palace."

New Orleanica, Incan Occupied Zone, Iroquois Empire

General Carasota, widely considered to be the greatest of the Incan generals, was reknowned for his defensive prowess. Numerous times he had held the "city" of New Orleanica, or New Orleans as the New English called it, against the Iroquois army.
However recently he had not recieved any reinforcements from the homelands, and the Iroquois attacks were beginning to thin his ranks.

"General Carasota!" A voice called up to the General, who stood a permament vigil on the city walls, watching the Iroquois army, he turn and looked to the source of the voice. It was his second in command Lieutenant Mochetezuma, "Your not going to believe this!"
"Believe what my friend?" He calls down as he walks along the walls towards the stairs.
"Look out to the harbour and tell me what you see sir!" The commander shouts up, prompting the General to look out to the harbour.
And what he sees causes him to let out a very audiable gasp.
"The Prime Minister!" The State Warship, the personal ship of the Incan commander in chief, was docked at New Orleanica, "The Prime Minister is here!"

The Prime Minister visited with his General who was defending New Orleanica and informed him that the New English reinforcements would arrive soon. The Prime Minister of IncaLand also explained that the Incan troops would be accompanying the Aztecs in a concerted push north after they Aztec army humiliated the Iroquois at Tenochititlan.

Chapter 8 Continued=

Montreal(Quebec City), Quebec, Northern Alliance

The English Empire, mustering all of its might to face the Northern Alliance and the Iroquois Empire sent its greatest General, Whitehall to the area.
Whitehall using the tactics taught to him by an Egyptian drill instructor had defeated the Northern Alliance and he and his army swept Southwards almost completely defeating the Iroquois.

"General Whitehall sir!" His aide enters the Generals command tent which was pitched near the centre of the city, "We report that our campaign has been successful, the Northern Alliance is all but defeated and our cousins in New England are forcing the barbarian Iroquois from their lands..."
"Good the barbarians are on the run" General Whitehall smiles, "I have been instructed by her majesty, Elizabeth our holy Queen to gift a portion of our southern lands to our cousins in New England...so I must be off to the city of Boston"
"Ah I envy you sir" The aide sighs, "To be able to see a real city again would be amazing, and Im told Boston is quite a sight..."
"Yes if you could imagine a melding of English, French, Spanish, Germanic, and Viking styles and cultures all melding with these native barbarians..." General Whitehall snorts in indignation, "You are right it MUST be a sight to behold..."


The New English expedition to Europe was successful; the English already embroiled in war in the Americas committed more aid; and much to the surprise of the Confederacy the Spanish outfitted a navy with the Ocean Crossing technology the Caravel and dispatched a reinforcing army to the NEC.

The New English, supported by the Spanish and English, and the Aztecs supported by the Incans made a in concert attack against Iroquois lines; within 2 years they had began making incursions into Iroquois territory, liberating the nations of the Sioux and Cherokee.
Lone Wolf, leader of the Cherokee as his last act was to induct his nation into the NEC: and following his lead the interim leader of the Sioux did the same.

Point of Rocks, Rocky Mountains, Iroquois Capital

Hiwatha, Great Chieftain of the Iroquois Empire had not shown his face in public recently.
He was shamed at his troops losses; and the Government of the Iroquois was basically operating without him; and as such security around his Palace was relaxed, as the ever watchful eyes of their dictator leader were closed.

Lone Wolf used this opportunity to steal his way into the Palace of Hiwatha, and into the Great Chieftains chambers.

Sliding the door open slowly, Lone Wolf creeps into the darkened chamber; and closing the door behind him he allows his eyes to adjust to the barely lit room.
Far down the other end of the room the entrance to the balcony was covered by huge dark drapes which almost completely blocked out the mid day sun; near the balcony exit was a desk with papers strewn across it; and in the middle of the room is a massive four poster bed and the sleeping mass of Hiwatha lying across it.

In the darkness Lone Wolf slides over to the bed, staring down onto the sleeping form of Hiwatha he feels nothing but hatred for the man.
Suddenly that hate overwhelmed him and he pounced upon Hiwatha and drove his dagger into Hiwathas side; who immediately wakes up and begins screaming in pain as Lone Wolf plunges the blade into him again and again.

Hearing the approaching guards running down the hall towards the chambers, Lone Wolf ends Hiwathas life with one final vicious stab.

The Guards burst into the room, suddenly bathing the room in light, to find Lone Wolf kneeling above their now very dead leader, covered in blood.
The blood seeping down over the bed and onto the floor.

Lone Wolf turns his eyes to regard the Guards.

"He is dead. Running Bear is Avenged" Are the only words he utters before he plunges the blade into his own heart; and falling dead beside his arch rival Hiwatha.


Upon hearing of the Death of Hiwatha, the Iroquois troops scatter before the advancing allies.
The new Chieftain of the Iroquois quickly negotiates a very disadventageous peace treaty with the allies.

The Terms for Peace=
Surrendering of the Nations of the Sioux and Cherokee to the New English Confederacy.
Surrendering of the southern lands of Texas and Baja, and the southern parts of California to the Aztecs.
And finally the Iroquois were forced into a Vassal type alliance to the Aztecs.

End of the Early Days of The NEC

The Incans held onto the area surrounding New Orleanica which was to be ceeded to the NEC.
It would become a source of tension which would lead to the end of the Americas Alliance and the War of the Gulf.

The Americas at the time of the end of the Iroquois War
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