N3S I: Empires Ablaze

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UPDATE 2
Crucible of Empires
(c. 1000 BCE-990 BCE)

“Why, my liege, the most magnificent thing to gain is power: power enough that you hold a million mortals in your thrall; power enough that you can crush empires by your words; power enough that the entire world may bow to you. That is the object here. Should we take the Rock of Csilla... Then the world would be in your hands, your Majesty. The Pillars are a bountiful trading point... And all the rest would fall into place, one by one.”

~Warlord Kavier the Iberian

“It is said that the other Iberians make very good food for the gods.”

~Unknown Killik general

Perhaps it was the fate of the region, one might muse. With three nations arising very near each other during the same time period, of roughly equal strength, some kind of war to weed them down to size would only be expected. No one could have predicted quite the war which occurred, however.

It started with a major warlord in the central southern Iberian region. Kavier “The Iberian” was a brutal, bloodthirsty man–this much is true. What his enemies overlooked to their misfortune was that he was a crafty diplomat as well as a cunning warrior, and endlessly ambitious. Determined to carve out something of a kingdom for himself, Kavier plotted endlessly in his encampment, searching for the right time and place to make his appearance.

At the same time, King Argthanios of the Tartessians faced a daunting task: to keep his kingdom alive. It was much more terrible a task than it might sound: Argthanios’ nation was tiny, and scrunched in between the nations of Csilla and the Killiks. His only recourse could be found in moving (out of the question for a sedentary nation), or conquest. And the Tartessians possessed very little power compared to their neighbors.

It was a match made in heaven.

A messenger arrived at Arganthios door shortly after he received the disappointing reports of more failures in the African colonizations. He was dressed rudely (in skins instead of proper cloth), and his speech was uncouth. But this man, for all his shortcomings, gave Argthanios the answer that he had desired for all of his reign.

The banners were called, and though other nations were suspicious, very few suspected what would actually happen.

A mighty army of well over three thousand men was suddenly assembled to the north of the Chiss–in a direction that their fortifications were not quite so extensive–very few believed that the Tartessians would have the power to go through barbarian lands to outflank them here...

But these were not Tartessians. The barbarian hordes of Kavier shattered the meager defenses of the Chiss, pouring through, and making a grand flanking maneuver on the fortifications of the Chiss, who abandoned them with haste, hurrying south to their great Rock–the Rock of Csilla, one of the Pillars of Hercules. Through the empty fortifications came another army–this one was the Tartessians–which linked with Kavier’s forces, and marched south imposingly.

Csillan forces were fighting a losing battle, and though their navy was busy elsewhere, the people banded together, and formed their ragtag fleet of fishermen’s ships and rich noble’s yachts, and managed to evacuate nearly all the women and children out of the city even before the combined Tartessian army was at their walls. When the siege on land initiated, they managed to ferry out their army, too, abandoning the city of Csaplar. It was the only option.

The terrible sack of Csaplar lasted merely a day, since there were few people left to kill–but there were plenty of riches to justify a sack, which the Tartessians carried home.

Yet just as Argthanios entered the city in a triumphal parade, a desperate and haggard looking messenger caught his attention. Despite being waved away several times, he persisted, finally getting the king to listen by claiming he had news imperative to the nation’s survival. Or, as other stories would have it, the king killed the messenger, and out of bored interest, opened up the message.

Either way, the king’s heart nearly stopped.

The army was suddenly ordered to ready itself for further combat. A five hundred man garrison of the barbarian tribes was left to defend Csaplar, while the rest of the army raced home, arriving just in time to prevent the river being crossed, though the north side of the city of Tartessos was burned to the ground.

For the Killiks had invaded.

Down they had come, in a lightning campaign, and they reached the river Guadalquivir. As mentioned previously, they sacked the part of Tartessos proper on the north bank, and it looked as though they were going to cross the river and sack the rest of the city as well.

But the Killiks were attacked themselves. It came very late in the campaign–almost as they were about to attack the full Tartessian army. However, they found their transport ships attacked suddenly from the rear–by the Chiss, no less! No one had quite figured out why–one would have expected that the Chiss would attack the Killiks when they already had a war on their hands. However, perhaps the king had been wise. If the Tartessians were attacking the Chiss out of pressure for expansion, then if the Killiks were defeated, the Tartessians would have an easier route of attack, and the Chiss could regain their city.

Whatever the logic behind it, the Chiss fleet engaged the Killik fleet, and in a strange temporary alliance (sometimes nicknamed “The Truce of Bakura”; no one’s quite sure why), the Tartessians and they cooperated, pincering the Killik fleet near the mouth of the Guadalquivir River. The Killiks just barely escaped with their fleet devastated, while the Chiss and the Tartessians fought a brief skirmish after the Truce ended before finally the Chiss withdrew, ending that fighting.

The Killik attacks on the Tartessians’ mainland gains were foiled...

But the Killiks had also managed to put a number of troops on land in the African region, and while orders to destroy troop transports were issued by the Chiss, they failed to go through in time, and the Killik forces on that continent drove all the way to Tangier.

And thus, Iberia as it stands: The Chiss have withdrawn to North Africa and the Balearic Isles, their capital pillaged, and their military in shambles. They have little else that they can do, though there has been delivered a very interesting proposal to their king... The Tartessians, though caught in the middle of the three way war, have managed to secure the majority of Southern Iberia for themselves, though the continuing presence of Killik forces on the north bank of the Guadalquivir River is, naturally, a problem. So is the fact that communicating with the frontiers of their newfound empire is very difficult. The Killiks, for their part, have had their navy battered in the fighting, but have probably the best strategic position, so long as they are able to maintain their ties between north and south.

All of the Iberian nations, however, are having trouble with Berber raids to the south, while there is a rumor of a massive tribe that has driven even the Berbers to flight, and which, perhaps in time, will come to threaten Iberia itself...

The omens are not good for Southern Iberia.

Northern Iberia, on the other hand, is doing quite well. In fact, the refugees from the South of Iberia have led to something of a cultural renaissance–an explosion of ceramics, metal-working, and other cultural arts. One of these newcomers became so naturalized that he invented a sort of way to record the Cantabri language, which has slowly proliferated through the artisans of the city, and has appeared in art all over (it is said the letters themselves are extraordinarily beautiful–almost as beautiful as the Celtic based language itself).

Meanwhile, they have also expanded considerably, into Aquelia in Gaul, and also convincing the Euskari chieftains to join their nation. The Euskari, for their part, have retained much of their original culture and language, but are eager to become more integrated with the nation nonetheless. The ceremonial building of administrative complexes at Anstii has led to a cementing of the union.

Meanwhile, though the Oath of Blood (a newer innovation) has effectively reduced violence in the kingdom itself, the young second and third sons of the families of the nation have found it a viable profession to go into mercenary service in the southern lands...

At the same time, though, war is brewing at home–an Iberian invasion of the Euskari provinces demands a return stroke, perhaps in conjunction with the new Catalan kingdom on the other side of the peninsula, who is suffering similar problems.


“Ha! The lackwitted fools have even left us a gift!”

~Ill-fated words of the Carthaginian king

And so it was that in the year 999 (coincidence? I think not) that the Utican armies and Carthaginian armies ceased fighting. For a time, that is. A very... short time, actually.



The Uticans built for the Carthaginian king a fabulous gift–a gigantic wooden horse with excellent resonance. It was given to the Carthaginians as a “reparation for all that we have done to each other. We pray,” the message continued, “that we may be able to keep our tensions at a much lower level, and that we can resolve our conflicts peacefully.”

The Carthaginian king, of course, was quite happy with this situation. The Uticans were now deceived that he would remain peaceful–he could trick them with some kind of ruse, no doubt, like slipping soldiers into their port on a merchant vessel, and slaughtering their people piecemeal from the inside out. They were fools enough to give him a gift!

Of course, I’m sure you can fill in the blanks of the story. The Utican elite force exited the hollow horse in the dead of the night and systematically opened the gates even as a few of them captured the king and the highest generals in their beds.

Carthage fell in a day, and the Utican empire, though not without fighting on the periphery, absorbed it.

Now, though, there were murmurs of other things which loomed. To the south, the Berbers seemed to be intensifying their raids, and rumors of an even more vicious tribe to the south of them were greeted with not much enthusiasm in the frontier towns of Utica.

Meanwhile, a small colony on the shores of Tripoli has made contact with a desert people far to the south–a civilized desert people who call themselves the Garamantes. Time alone can tell if these people will survive the desert heat, let alone the desert’s wars, to remain good trading partners with the Uticans as they, so far, have been doing.


In a historical footnote, the corrupt Roman government has been shattered, and the nation conquered by the Umbrians. Frankly, no one cares.


“What? No! You were not supposed to do that!”

~King Hypastion of Byzantium

The year was 999. A climactic year, as we have seen already, but the year was only to grow closer and closer to cataclysm for many civilizations in the world. On the edges of the Grecian civilizations of Byzantium and Athens, barbarians were stirring in the frontiers. And these barbarians seemed to have had their attention turned southward–looking towards newer, larger riches to be gained than ever before.

The Dorians, the Thracians, the Dacians, the Achaeans, the Thessalians, the list could go on and on; their name is well known, and well feared, in all the civilized states of Greece, for being barbarians at the gates, willing to savage and rape the lands from north to south, destroying all that men have crafted.

And so they did. In the year 999, for one reason or another, the Thessalians began the great movement of peoples by bringing their horse riders to bear upon the Athenian army at Thermopylae. The spears of the Athenians were rattled by arrows and javelins, and after a dozen cavalry charges, they had been worn. They still stood, however, they were finally forced to retreat when new forces of barbarians arrived fresh; they made for Plataea in Central Greece, the primary allied polis to Athens.

It was believed by the strategos that the Thessalian horsemen would founder against the superb fortifications of the polis of Plataea itself; without a doubt, the waves of horsemen would shatter against the stone walls like so many waves breaking on the prow of a ship.

But naturally, the chroniclers wouldn’t spend nearly this much time on this subject if it was as boring as that–and it wasn’t.

The Dorians entered soon after the Thessalians did, a large military force composed mainly of infantry–and many armed with iron weapons. These men were fearsome warriors, and they presented nowhere near as large targets as the horsemen. They cut down the trees for miles around Plataea, and built a ram.

They carried it to the gates of the city, and though many fell to the arrows of the Greeks, they set to work on the wooden doors, which fell after a mighty struggle. The men burst into the city, and though the spears of the Athenians left many dead, in the end, it was too great. The city of Plataea was sacked for ten days, the women raped, the children sold into slavery, and of course the men were killed to the last.

The advance of the barbarians continued, until at the battle of Elutherae, in northwestern Attica, where the “phalanx” of locked shields and arrayed spears was first used, driving back the barbarians despite all of the latter’s attempts to advance. Athens was saved, for the time being, but word of Dacian mercenaries, and of Achaean spearmen following on the heels of the Dorian invasion is widespread.

On the other end of the chain, in Thrace, the barbarians there were quite restless. They knew that the warriors of their neighbors were receiving rich plunder in the Grecian lands. They knew that they could receive similar plunder–but it would require a long march down the Balkan Peninsula, that many were hesitant at undertaking. For the majority, the solution was clear.

Byzantine forces were shattered by the first rush of the barbarian armies. Perhaps they had been assured by someone that they would be safe in the onslaught of the barbarian armies–and had the Thracians gone the other direction, they would have. But they were not, and the Thracians cut through the border defenses, driving the Byzantines back to the very walls of their capital. There they stayed, and waited for a while, but the typical barbarian impatience set in, and after a failed assault on the city walls, the barbarians contented themselves by moving on...

They seized fishing craft from the coastal villages nearby, and their leader Euphemus ordered these boats to be arranged into a bridge over the Hellespont, allowing them to cross into Asia Minor.

Cross they did. The Thracians not only invaded–they completely conquered Ilium, taking its citadel and securing the city for their own. They overran the countryside of Halicarnassus, as well, and put the city itself under siege. They even dared to invade the Hittites and the Phygrians, powerful Anatolian kingdoms. All in all, it seems the barbarian plague is far more widespread then any would have imagined it could be...

And as an even worse consequence, Scythian trade failed to be initiated, as the Thracians effectively stopped traffic through the straits, not allowing even the Minoan ships to go through.


“It would seem we left the back door open.”

~Assyrian General

The Assyrian king was not idle, of course. Indeed, he had plenty of things of his own to be doing–he sent support to the Armenians, allowing them to drive back Cimmerian raids on their borders with only a minimum of damage. In fact, he managed to prop up the Armenian warlord to the point where the Warlord became a king–King Mithradates, who married his Assyrian counterpart’s daughter in a fantastic ceremony in the newly built shrine in Artaxa.

While he forged new links of friendship on his northern frontier, he also struck his plowshares into swords, and marched in the opposite direction–southward. Into Akkad.

The Assyrians struck in an effective, if not particularly graceful manner. They quickly raced through the fields of the countryside, and shattered all the resistance that happened to be in their way, putting the city of Akkad itself under seige.

Perhaps the Assyrians would indeed have wiped out the last Akkadian resistance altogether, but they were halted by a different force...

To the north west, a large force of Hittite armies, bolstered by their scythed chariots, invaded the Assyrian countryside, shattering all local militias. A few battles have been fought so far, but as it now stands, the sides are fairly equal–if, that is, the Assyrians can manage to gain a few allies.


Egypt, for its part, saw very little fighting. A well timed placement of troops on the southern frontier ensured that the nation would not have to deal with the Nubian threat, at least for a while. Furthermore, the Canaanites were left fighting the Hittites on their own, so Egypt did not get involved in that war. Instead, it seems they were content to sit and trade with the Minoans.

Unfortunately, the people around them were not so content with trading. The Lybians (driven, it is rumored, by migrations further to the west) have come roaring out of the desert to plague the farmers in the Nile Delta with large bands of warriors plundering the farms and raping the women. Something must be done, before the Pharaoh loses much more prestige.


Much further to the east, Persia has continued on its conquest of the neighboring people. The Elamites, who had been troubled by internal conflict, were essentially conquered piecemeal, with the support of some of the lesser Elamite chieftains (then raised to the positions of various satraps in the southern provinces). The general Krysthednes was said to be particularly brave and valorous in his war making, often dueling the leaders of the enemy armies to the death, even while shouting orders to his men (Improbable? Yes. But it’s how legends are written).

Meanwhile, more of the military was transferred to the northern frontier, where, under the combined command of the emperor Zaraxes and his general Balares, more and more Medean tribes were subdued.

On the other hand, lack of infrastructure in the nation is beginning to hamper further expansion efforts. Roads are few and far between, and there are no ports to speak of in the south. Furthermore, the administration of the realm is simply not designed to handle such a vast area, and there is talk of rebellion in the southern provinces. Perhaps a series of reforms is in order.


In the Indus Valley, the construction of new levees inland has begun, walls which should be able to hold back the floods for a long time into the future. The building of these is quite symbolic–showing how the nation of Mohenjo Daro is able to organize labor on such a massive scale, and how in the meanwhile they protect their citizens.

Continuing in the vein of boring (i.e. not bloody) news, the marriage of Jagannath Avanindra, heir to the Mohenjo Daran throne, to the only daughter of the king of Lothal has led to the possibility of union between these two nations, though this may not come for quite some time into the future, for the king of Lothal is quite healthy and unlikely to pass away soon.

In other news, the rapid expansion of the empire of Mohenjo Daro has, in the past two or three years, led to a contraction of sorts. In ten years’ time, of course, they have expanded overall, but their brief expansion into Arabia and even to the isle of Socrata has faltered due to the over-extension of the empire by attempting to secure a grip on too big of an area.

On the other hand, missionaries of the Hindu religion have succeeded in bringing the Hindu religion to many in Arabia.


The Kingdom of the Mons, on the other hand, has opted for a more bloody approach to this whole affair of nation building (and the mod approves! There’s nothing like staying up until 2 AM writing about bloodshed!).

While they went through all the boring procedures of marrying an heir into the bloodlines of the nearby Pegu kingdom, they managed to balance this with the devastating conquest of Dvarvarati.

With two armies, Ravi used the Khao to distract the enemy armies, causing them to divert their focus towards this army instead of on the Mon kingdom itself. Then they swept around the flank. I need hardly enumerate the details of the battle, suffice it to say, the Mon armies were victorious, and after several months of siegecraft, the city was taken, and the Mon kingdom made the largest in their known world.

There are still troubles, of course. The Khmers to their east have begun to become more sedentary, their populations increasing. Pressure is therefore present for them to begin a more expansionist outlook on the region–and Khmer expansion would obviously be a threat to the Mons. The Malays are facing the same thing...

Meanwhile, to the northeast, rumor has it that the Pala Kingdom has expanded greatly, conquering a great area in the Ganges Delta region.


Upon the south shore of the isle of Hainan, the waves lap at a secluded harbor. Their quiet murmur is quite unlike the roar of an ocean storm, just as the rustling of the trees in the wind is a peace unknown to that of much of the rest of the world.

There is a disturbance as a flock of birds flutter overhead. They flee from a noise not known to them–that of humans working. And it takes them years to get used to this strange sound, which for so long was unknown to them. But through these years, the first buildings of the Dongpo Academy are built.

The Dongpo Academy is a quiet place, away from the troubles and hassles of the civilized world. The people one finds here are scholars. They contemplate the world as it is, and they make inquiries into it–studying, researching–finding the truth. Peaceful and secluded, the scholars here take great pride in their work–making the Tong the most learned civilization in the world.

Of course, learning is not the sole commodity to come out of the ports of Tong.

They have also launched campaigns of furious expansion, that of a typhoon building up strength before unleashing itself upon the world. In this vein, the Tong have begun a series of large expansions. They have continued expansion into Vietnam, for example, managing to drive back the warriors of the Viets who have resisted them so fiercely there.

Also, their explorers have found a new isle–Taiwan. While this land was not totally unknown to the seafarers of southern China, it was never truly explored by the civilized peoples, nor any attempts to colonize it undertaken. This changed with the new policy of Tong expansion–they made a landing in force on the island, but fierce tribes have met them with thorough resistance, determined to drive out the invader from their homeland.

Overall, the Tong military is stretched very far, trying to defend its conquests, and something must be done, before one link or another in the chain snaps.


Yan went into the 10th century BCE with some trepidation. Rumors that the as yet still shortlived Zhou Dynasty was beginning to falter, and perhaps to collapse, were rampant. Xiong Nu, on the northern horizon, were getting clamorous, and threatening to even attack Yan itself... Stormclouds were gathering, and the king... called a competition.

It was an interesting and unusual way of solving such disputes, and though the Xiong Nu chieftains would have been much happier with the prospect of fighting the Yan forces en masse, they had to settle, lest their honor be shaken by a refusal to participate in the challenge as set down by the Yan.

Thus, in the northwest of Yan, on the open steppe, a series of hunting, racing, riding, archery, and even melee competitions were held. Through many events the peoples waged their own little “wars”, and though many expected that some sort of dishonorable sneak attack would occur, it did not manifest itself at these competitions. Yet, something was off, at least for the Xiong Nu, in the final racing competition. One of the Yan competitors was... altogether an unusual person. Strange, not quite... meeting the eye in the way one would expect.

In that final race, the Yan competitor won by a narrow margin, and was presented with burnished medallions to the cheers of all the Yan. And then it was revealed–the Xiong Nu had been beaten at their own game–by the princess of Yan!

Immediate respect for the women of Yan, and the people in general, was evident throughout the Xiong Nu, and the games were concluded in the most cordial of airs. It would appear that the Yan have made true friends upon the steppe.

Calls for more games, however, had to be delayed, as after they were concluded, Yan was marching off to war.

The Zhou, as it has been said, were collapsing, or it was evident that this was so. The Zhou demanded an affirmation of loyalty from Yan, while several other nations attempted to rope them into an alliance against the failing dynasty.

In the end, the Yan pretended to collaborate, but did not. Instead, they attacked their erstwhile allies, crushing the Qi forces easily along with their own recruited ally of Lu. Both nations then marched to help Zhou itself, under attack from Zhao and Wei.

In the end, they managed to hold off the combined nation’s attack on Zhou. However, there has been less good news arriving–the Wei are attacking Yan on another front, marching towards their capital!

Perhaps it is time to see if those newly made Xiong Nu friends are truly friends...


Yu, meanwhile, has collapsed due to united leadership. Not that bloody, as the daimyos still rule their own little castles, but they collapsed nonetheless. Surely that’s worth mentioning... Maybe... Not really...


The thundering of the steppe horses’ hooves has been heard, as Makravi is now under attack from Scythian nomads. Well, this isn’t anything surprising, so let’s just say, there has been much fighting, but so far, little territory has been lost to these marauding nomads...

So far being the key words there.


Continuing on our tour of tiny nations in the middle of nowhere, Zanzibar has done rather little, though they have sent out explorers towards Arabia. Full time trade has not been established, of course (that being a fairly unrealistic goal), but contact has been made with the sailors of another nation...


On the steppes, Scythia has begun a campaign against the Cimmerians, ostensibly in the name of protecting their tributary Tauri, but more likely simply for the slaves and wealth they get out of such a war. Unfortunately, they could not know of the fact that the Sauromatae having allied with the Cimmerians, for the purpose of raiding southward towards Armenia. Thus, these two steppe nations have come into minor conflict...

Meanwhile, to their west, the Dacians rise, a small tribe, with little to boast about. It is essentially the same as the other small, “barbarian” tribes that populate Europe, though with a little more unity and “civilization”


The nation of the Teutons, in the meantime, has, after much bloodshed and diplomatic maneuvering, drawn its coalition into shattering the nation of the Wends, crushing their erstwhile rivals into the ground.

The only dark spot is the fact that the Jutes and the Saxons now are threatening each other with war... Well, that’s quite typical. Why don’t we turn to more interesting developments?

In the further north of the general Germanic zone, a new nation has arisen from the mists of the cold north, Harstad. While it is quite a warlike nation, and also seafaring, it has other qualities. Too many to be enumerated, in fact, by the chroniclers, who are getting cramps in their writing hands.


For the Gauls, the tribes are united a bit more, and progress towards the North Sea is made. In truth, not much more has happened, though a Messinian colony in the south has raised the ire of the chieftains in that area, while further contact with the Cantabri has led to more of an understanding between the two peoples.


The Chavin expand somewhat...

(This section sets a new record at being the shortest I have ever written for an update!)

Diplomacy

MOHENJO DARO AND ZANZIBAR NOW HAVE CONTACT

To: Csilla
From: Sardinia

It would seem your nation has fallen upon rather hard times... We offer your king a home in exile, where he may stay while battling for his rightful throne.

To: Utica
From: Garamantes

Since it seems we are trading, we offer you an alliance as well.

To: Byzantium
From: Phygria

To combat the Thracian menace, we offer you an alliance.

To: Assyria
From: Hittites

We apologize for the invasion. We would like to sign a peace treaty with you; we will withdraw from all lands east of the Euphrates.

To: Athens
From: Argos

In order to combat this new barbarian menace, we offer you an alliance.


OOC:

I’m sorry for the terrible quality towards the end. It’s nearing 2:30 AM here. I tend to alternate orders in which I go around the world every other update, so you should get better treatment next time.

REPENT, UNBELIEVERS, FOR THINE UPDATE IS HERE!

Albeit two weeks late...

Why is it a staple in my NESes to have a Hindu Arabia?


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Sorry about that crater in Yan.

Your update, Iggy, as promised.

I sign off. Please let me know if there are any mistakes, so I can shoot yo--er... correct them in the morning.

I'm going to read all up even thought I got two lines ^-^ YAY!

Aww, I wish I wasn't leaving tomorrow. I want to write awesome orders and a big story about the reforms of Emperor Zaraxes!

Awesome update NK!

woooooohooooo yeaaaa awesome update!!!! worth the wait

Mmmmm the crater thing gave me an idea for a story

Cool Update!

Great update!

If you've updated the stats, which it looks like, then you forgot to increase my naval training.

Great update NK, it was worth the wait.

Great Update *mutters about uncivilized barbarians*

To:Sardinia
From: Csilla.

We propose combining our crowns, to create a naval power unwitnessed in all of history

To: Csilla
From: Sardinia

That's a bit... Hasty. Let us test the waters of the situation before we do.

To: JD
From: NK

Uh... ok. I'll look into it.

to: Arabian Tribes
From: Mohenjo Daro
Hindu brothers, would you be willing to allow us to establish trading posts along your coast?

To: Mohenjo Daro
From: Some Arab tribes

Certainly.

OOC: Note that nowhere near all of them are Hindus; it is a very tiny subset. It's only been ten years since the introduction of the new religion.

*secret*
To Jutes:
From Teutonic Kingdom:
We have conquered the Wends; our victory knows no bounds! Let us now march upon the Saxons, and takes their wealth, their land, and their women.

*secret*
To Saxons:
From Teutonic Kingdom:
We have conquered the Wends; our victory knows no bounds! Let us now march upon the Jutes, and takes their wealth, their land, and their women.

Grandmaster said:

*secret*
To Jutes:
From Teutonic Kingdom:
We have conquered the Wends; our victory knows no bounds! Let us now march upon the Saxons, and takes their wealth, their land, and their women.

Click to expand...

*SECRET*
To: Teutons
From: Jutes
Only if you are able to give us considerable support.

*secret*
To Saxons:
From Teutonic Kingdom:
We have conquered the Wends; our victory knows no bounds! Let us now march upon the Jutes, and takes their wealth, their land, and their women.

Click to expand...

*SECRET*
To: Teutons
From: Saxons
Perhaps... We would agree to this, if you were able to offer much support to our armies.

Nice update. I'll have a story up by the end of tonight. ....Hopefully that way I'd get more than half a sentance

NK I'm going to get killed by the barbarians right? Should I move a country now or after?

To Phygria
From Byzantium

We accept the alliance.

*mumbles about stupid barbarians*