Tales of Worlds: The Tukkie Clan

The Clan Years


Sumusk perched himself on the top of the pine tree, and looked to the west, it was a plain which was flooded by the river each year, and past that, a hill with forests.




He looked back to the ground were the elders of the clan were still bickering in their usual ways. They had been here for hours, and no words from the elders, and the people were restless. He looked now to the south, where he could see cattle grazing along another river.

He turned back to the Clan’s elders to still see them bickering, he sighed, and dismounted from his beautiful perch. He jumped to the ground, bent down, and picked up some of the dark damp earth, and rubbed it between his fingers before he exclaimed,

“Brothers, any decision?”

The elders turned to him, and they seemed to scold him for this interruption to their bickering.

One started, “This is obviously the final area which is the specified end to the Great Journey.”

The very oldest, who was a short man, bent over and wrinkled, who was about seventy-five began to argue again, “The Great Journey is meant to be endless, until He calls us home.”

At this all of them began to quarrel again, and Sumusk, the Clan Chief had had enough.

“Enough!” his voice echoed throughout the endless wilderness. Everyone, including the villagers, turned to him.

“This is the area specified by the Great Journey, we will settle here, and end our wanderings.”
The old elder was taken back at this, but before he could utter a word, Sumusk gave him a scolding stare, which made him think twice.
“Agreed.” He distastefully stated.

The people began work instantly on the city of “Tukkie” named after their tribe. They began construction on fortifications, and on the Palace for the new position of King. Sumusk, which means “Chief” in the Tukkian language, was appointed King, and given the new name Sumemk, which means “King”.



The newly appointed King ordered the Men of the new nation to gather, and sent them and their leader, Zeiga, out into the wilderness to find other clans, and to train themselves in the arts of war, so they could defend Tukkie.

Zeiga took this task upon his shoulders, and when exploring for his Clan, they saw many sights, a small villa, The Great Ocean, and a curious sight, an Elephant, who was stuck in the plain’s mud.


Sumemk and the populace were equally busy at home in the Village. The town’s influence expanded, and already more of the ung(young) men were being trained for the King’s service. Then, one day, when Sumemk was admiring the Eastern Lake, dropped dead at the age of eighty-nine. His funeral was a great one, and they ended up burring him in the Hills which surrounded the Village, and his son, Sumemk II succeeded him.


Sumemk the Second was like his father, interested in peace and research, but also in defense, the tribe’s young men were still being used as Military men. Zeiga returned home early in his reign, having traveled east to the coast, north, and then when they reached the river “Virta” as they called it, used it to return home to Tukkie. Zeiga was dismayed to find out his friend had died. But lived out the rest of his life instructing the ung men in war.


Sumemk II’s son was named Virta, after the river Zeiga had found. Unlike his fathers, Virta was focused on buildings and religion, first making the old Clan Myths of the Great Journey, or Haoism(Hinduism), into an official religion, and then starting construction on buildings called the great Pyramids. But Virta’s life was cut short by a sudden death, and his son, Sumemk III took over the kingdom at a tender age.

Sumemk III was a combination of all the king’s before him-Military, Building, Religion, but also Expansion. During his reign, he founded two cities, Port East, located on the great sea, and Virta, named after his late father, on the Virta River. He started to produce an Army in Virta- a defensive one. Sumemk the III lived a long and prosperous life, and the Tukkian Empire also was prosperous during his reign. But he, like his fathers before him, returned to the earth.

Virta II’s reign was a great time-but also a uncertain time-The great Pyramids, and the Great Wall were each finished in the Capital of Tukkie, and Stonehenge in Port East. Virta turned his attention to rumored technology of Iron Working when Cyrus came to him with an urgent plea, Virta II was gripped by Cyrus’ plea, and joined his crusade against the evil Chinese.

Would China attack? How would the Clan’s Ung men do in battle? Only time would tell. However, enemies were arising at home, Revolutionaries, inspired by the Great Pyramids, called for Revolution, change to the Government, how much longer would the absolute Monarchy rule?


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As always comments appreciated, I hope to get more detailed later, no resaves will be done now, let's hope for the best!

Nice read, keep it up!

I liked your first one, lets see if your second one
is any better.

Virta II had always been tactful in the way he dealt with the revolutionaries-keeping them happy enough to stop any rebellion, and giving the people more rights. However, this ended when suddenly Virta II died, some say of assassination by Pro-Absolute-Monarchists, but it is unsure.

Thus, an immature son, Sanda I became king. He did not only make the Revolutionaries as mad as they used to be by repealing all the acts his father had passed, but produced decrees such as the “Hostile Decree” which stated anyone who said malicious things about the government would be treated as a Hostile force. Also, The “Rights Declaration” Which took freedoms from the people which his father had given them. With these decrees, dissent swelled in all cities, but mostly the people of Virta were affected. A storm was brewing, it was only a matter of time…


A tale of the Rebellion of Virta…

Martos held the leaflet close to his face and his candle in his one room abode in Virta. In Tuk Script, it read

“Hostile Decree, anyone who says false or malicious information about the government is subject to torture, and execution, among others”
Martos stopped reading, threw down the leaflet to the dusty floors, and sighed loudly. He looked out his small window looking toward the street, which was usually dark this time of the night, but he could make out torch flames making their way down the dark, dusty street. Suddenly, a knock at the door. Martos picked up his dagger, but answered it in his usual manner,
He could barely make out a human shape, but the person commented anyways.
“Good evening, Martos” the voice exclaimed, Martos was a little afraid at first, but when he recognized the voice he urged his friend to come in.

The tall man had to duck to get in the doorway. Martos got the tall, skinny man a strong oack chair and a glass of water.
Martos then asked inquisitively, “My friend, what is going on? Why are you out so late? Why-“
“Martos, Martos, I am not a child, I go out whenever I please, but now for what is going on, rebellion.” The last word, the tall man whispered.

Martos sat back in his chair stunned, “How m-many?” he asked.
“Almost the whole city.” The tall friend answered calmly, now looking into the glass of water. He took a small sip. Stood up, and went to exit.

Martos wanted to stop him, but let him walk out. He sat there in disbelief for what he thought was an eternity. He knew there had been rumors, but never thought anything would happen, he thought it was just talk, but now that talk had turned to rebellion. Martos donned his evening cloak, and place his dagger in his inside pocket, and walked out.

The streets were so illuminated by the torches it seemed liked day. Martos continued to walk down towards the City square, and everybody was out on the streets, but most seemed to be going to the same area, the town square.

The town square was quite spacious, or so it seemed before, it was picturesque with the marble statues, the fountain, and the beautiful trees. But it had turned to chaos. The crowd was squeezing themselves in the square, so everyone was uncomfortable, but soon enough, Martos saw a single man hop on top of the Marble fountain, where the man began his speech.

“Brothers!” he yelled, the crowd started to quiet down. When he realized no one was talking, he yelled again.
“Today was the final Straw! The Hostile Decree is horrible, but let us not forget what pleasure that king in Tuckkie has bestowed upon, the Rights Decleration!”

The crowd roared with approval of the statement, and the crowd began to jostle each other more violently.

Seeing that he had started to work them into a frenzy, the speaker continued,

“This king values us not! He knows nothing of what we can do, he tramples upon our rights, and expects us to just lay down! He called us talkers! Mumblers! he said we would not act upon our beliefs. But we will show him!”

The entire crowd yelled “Yea!” And the pushing within the crowd became even more violent.

The speaker, now operating with the energy of the crowd continued,

“We will first take Virta! Then Port East! Then the Capital, Then we will take back the Palace! AHHHHHHHHH!”

The crowd immediately became silent. They all became straight faced, and all looked upon the speaker.

The speaker had become red, and was looking for an excuse to get out of this peculiar situation. He saw a middle-aged man silently laughing in the front row, and quickly formulated a plan in his head.

The crowd was still silent. Apparently scared at the speaker’s last remark.

The speaker again lashed out and pointed at the man,

“Loyalist Spy!”

The man stopped laughing, and the crowd started the frenzy again, several rounds of “Get him!” could be heard, and the men around him grabbed the man and marched close to the speaker.

The speaker distastefully said, “Execute the Loyalist!”

The entire crowd screamed, “Yea!”

As the man begged for his life, they took out a sword one of them had, and beheaded the man, and held up the head by the hair. This seemed to turn the Crowd into even more of a Frenzy while Martos turned away in disgust.

The speaker collected this energy, and started delegating tasks to be completed,
“You, Yoede! Take a group of a hundred men and storm the barracks!”
The man started to fulfill this order. More were given, and within a few hours, the city of Virta had fallen into Separatist Hands.

Martos was surprised in the effectiveness and speed of the Separatist forces, but was also surprised by the gruesomeness of the campaign. Bodies of “Loyalist Spies” littered the dusty streets, which were now mostly bloody.

Though in truth, most “Loyalist Spies” were people who didn’t want to take part in the fighting, though they were executed as spies. For now there were groups of three or four separatists, walking around ordering people to aid them, if they did not they were executed.

Martos was “Asked” and seeing the alternative, “Volunteered” for duty, however Martos was an old man, too old for fighting, a little to heavy too. He was used to carry water to the troops and a blacksmith (what he had been in his early days). Though they gave him some small weapons and remarked “You may need these for the invasion.”

As Martos was working for them, he came to realize more about them, this was not just some instant rebellion, but a very well planned rebellion. Operatives in Port East and the Capital had started riots in hopes of similar rebellion, the riots caused destruction, but did not get in such a frenzy as the crowd in Virta.

The Loyalist Army in Virta was crushed by the surprise rebellion, and the rest of the Loyalist army was relatively weak. The Rebellion Leaders had planned to march on Port East and then, with the aid of a 5th Column, invade the Capital, it was a good plan, at least on paper.



The servant hustled in the spacious master bed room,
“Sir!” he yelled as quietly as he could.
Sanda I rose up and looked at the man with an intrigued eye.
“What is so important as to awake me from my sleep?”
The servant itched his head, and answered, “Rebellion in Virta!”
The King seemed uninterested in this news and exclaimed rather in an uninterested tone, “O, is that all? Leave me, and do not interrupt me again for such a minor event.”
The servant bowed low and hustled out of the room. The king sighed, laid back down, and covered himself again, and went on babbling about useless servants until he fell asleep again.

The King awoke, and walked were he was served breakfast, the great hall, but once he was there, he saw twenty generals and maps out on his beautiful marble table.

“What is this?!” he yelled.
All the men turned to him, and one answered, “Rebellion in Virta.” All the generals seemed happy with this response and returned to their work.

The King knew nothing of how to quell rebellions, and did not know anything of politics, he kept issuing decrees which hardened his line against the rebels. The king was infuriated at the Generals for using his table as a HQ. It was then time when the head general formulated a plan…


Suddenly a week later, the King was dead, he received a State funeral-but not a very great one, he was not a king of the people.

Sanda II was next in line, however being only eight years, he had no experience of anything, and then the Head General became his Regent, helping him reign over the still loyal parts of the Empire. Together they passed decrees which gave the peoples more freedom. Eventually at the age of eighteen, Sanda II released the regent, and started himself…

The Rebellion had been long, many had died…

Mortas was with the Rebel Army when was attempting to retake Port East. However, the Rebel army was soundly defeated, and then crushed by a Loyalist Counter Attack, soon the Rebels were forced back to Virta, were the Rebellion started to crumble, people, tired of war, stopped being conscripts, and there was no one to tell them they couldn’t be. All those people had left too. Eventually, The Loyalists retook Virta, and arrested all Rebel Leaders. This is when Sanda II passed the “Loyalist Acts” These acts prosecuted Rebel leaders(including the Speaker) as traitors and had them executed, but also gave the people more rights, and formed a more humane type of government, it also pardoned the lower Rebels(Conscripts). Under Sanda II, the Age of Rebellion Broke down. Mortas had experienced war, and had barely escaped it, however, he died a short time afterwords…

This is not dead-I am just extremely busy. I hope to have time next week.

O my! I had some time, but not much so, here ya go,



Kantos was sunbathing upon the Great wall, after all, it was a beautiful day, with almost no clouds in the sky. Suddenly an archer came running to him,
“Sir!”
“What now?” he asked, not getting up from his chair.
“We have viewed some men outside the wall-“
“Shepherds?” Kantos asked.
“I’m not sure sir, I-I”
The general sat up, and looked at the archer,
“Well, take a squad and go find out if you think you’re right.”
“Yes sir! Right away!” the archer said as he ran to go find some scouts. The General shook his head, and mumbled as he started his sunbathing again.


The sun had moved for an hour, and Kantos had fallen asleep. The archer that had originally reported to him was coming to where Kantos was sleeping,
“Sir!” he yelled, while gasping for breath.
The general slowly opened his eyes, and lethargically asked,
“What now? Where is the rest of your squad?”
The archer, still gasping for breath, talked with a raspy voice,
“Vikings! They killed the others after they gave me this document.” He set forth an envelope to the General, who was now sitting up in his chair. He read over the document, and his expression turned dire,
“Hanto! Get your beast! Take this letter to the king!” the general quickly scribbled a note on back of the envelope, and handed it to Hanto, who immediately took to riding on the wall.
“Mayay! Alert the garrison of Virta! Now!” the general yelled, and immediately Mayay took to riding on his beast. The general turned to a third rider and yelled,
“Quick, take to the countryside, tell the people of this incident, tell them to defend their land, or if they must, flee to the closest city.”
The third rider took off. Kantos stood up from his chair, and went to the side of the wall, where he could a few banners off in the distance.
“Ready the forces” he mumbled…

…
Sanda II was eating his dinner of beef when a servant entered,
“Sir! A rider approaches!”
“Bring him in.”

The servant nodded to the guard, who opened the door, a small man entered,
“Your name?” the king asked.
“Hanto, sir, messenger of General Kantos.”
“Ah, so a long ride from Virta, you must be tired, come, sit and eat.”
Hanto did not sit, but instead blurted out what he had come to say,
“Dire news, the Vikings have declared war upon us.” The king stood up from the table, he looked around, seemingly to find a reason for this.
“To the room, now!” the general yelled, leaving his warm food on the table.
There, Hanto repeated everything which had happened, and after a long silence, The king rose up, and started to issue orders,
“First, foreign minister Retel, get the Russians on our side.”
“Right away sir!” Retel said as he rushed out of the room.
“Next, get the core cities producing reinforcements, the Vikings will pay for this insolence!”
At this, many inside the room yelled,
“Long live the Tribe!”


…

Kantos stood atop his highly prized wall,
“Volley!” he yelled, the archers released a deadly flow of missiles upon the Viking axmen. Many of them fell, but there were just too many. Soon one of Kantos’ officers alerted him,
“Sir! Look, General Ictus is withdrawing!”
“Oh no, the south flank, the fool!”
Soon the defenders were overwhelmed,
“Retreat to Virta!” was the cry…


The outskirts of the city- mostly hamlets and villages were left to the Vikings, as troops inside the city of Virta got their weapons ready to face the Viking axmen.

What a bunch of sissies. Why don't they stand and fight like real men?

Kantos silently viewed the morning sunrise from Virta until he was disturbed by a messenger.

“Sir! More Vikings have come!” This event had been fairly common, Viking troops come to the countryside of Virta, and the garrison from Virta destroying the Viking troops, really no one was winning, except Death. Thousands had died, and more were bound for that.




Sanda II was conferring with his top generals when Retel entered the room.
“Long live the King! Sir, great news, Stalin has agreed to go to war against the Vikings. Even now, Legions of his chariots advance on the Viking’s countryside, to turn them to waste.”

Sanda II sighed a sigh of relief, and sat down in his chair. The generals continued to mumble over the maps and talk plans to each other when Sanda II calmly said,
“Now, for the offensive.” The generals looked to him with faces of disbelief and doubt.
One of the generals piped up, “Sir, there was never an intention for such a war, it was to be mainly defensive.” The king only responded,
“While peace through diplomacy is desirable, peace through conquest is acceptable.” The general nodded, and started to throw out plans to the others. Soon a plan was decided upon.
“With our knowledge of the metal Iron, we will destroy those worthless Vikings.”
The room was filled with cheers.

“Get me two messengers.” The King ordered. Hanto and another came at once. The king scribbled a note on a piece of paper, put it in an envelope, and sealed it,
“You, messenger, take this to Governor Kal and General Uio in Port East.”
“Yes sir, right away sir.” The messenger said as he took the envelope.
The King looked to Hanto,
“Take this one to your lord.” He said as he scribbled another note and handed it to Hanto.
“Yes sire.” Hanto exclaimed as he ran off.

“Now, we mobilize the garrisons and populace.” The king said.
“How many did you ask from General Uio in Port East?” one of the generals asked.
“A division of Swordsmen and one group of spearmen, also, three groups of axmen.”
“That’s almost the entire garrison.” The general boldly stated.
“Almost.” The King argued. He turned to another and ordered,
“Now, muster the populace, all men who can, the garrison also. When that is done, meet at Hernan. You have a week, then we march on Nidaros.” The men in the room nodded and walked out.



Kantos turned to the man,
”Order the men, Prepare for battle!”



“Got another one!” yelled Telre to Sedu, who was the other blacksmith as he put down the newly forged ax on the floor.
“66 down, another 550 to go.” Sedu solemnly retorted. Telre eked out a chuckle. The blacksmith’s job was dull, the same, day after day, with barely any change in the daily schedule. But Telre was ok with his job, he made a great profit with the war, especially moving to the camp just outside of Virta, it was a bloody place, but it paid well. Telre was just to put another dull ax, which was about as dull as his job, into the fire when they heard a Ram’s horn in the distance, it was the call to prepare for battle. The lethargic pace around the camp changed in almost an instance to that of urgency with men runny to and fro about the camp. Soon they were ready and were marching. The blacksmiths looked on with some jealously, but were for the most part, ok with their lot in life. They were not to go to war today.

The battle had been hard that day, and few men returned. But the tales of victory were great that day, 5,000 Vikings had been killed in the Village of Merco, which was near the Virta River.

Kantos came into the camp with Hanto aside him, and talked with the entire camp,

“Brethren! Long have we defended the Sacred town of Virta, Many are your tales of Victory! But too long have we played defense against these overzealous Vikings! Soon the will feel the wrath of the Virta troop! This very day, I have received orders from our glorious king, we are to advance on their pitiful capital! We are to lay siege to it, and build ramps and such!”

The general had kept talking, but now the noise amongst the men had become too loud. The news, along with rumors flew among the camp as quick as sickness did. It was not very long until the Blacksmiths had heard this.

“What do you think Sedu?” Telre asked.

“About what?” Sedu asked in his melancholy tone.

“You know.” Telre simply said.

“Another business opportunity.” Sedu simply stated.

Telre was kind of annoyed by Sedu and anti-social behavior, but it was nothing new, so he just thought himself as he usually did. They both knew they would stay with the camp, after all, the army would need blacksmiths.

The next days were days in which the entire camp mobilized and moved south and to the town of muster at Hernan. The blacksmiths were included in this enterprise, and soon took to a carriage and marched with army in the muddy roads to Hernan.

It was a four day march to Hernan, which was a town near the capital. The road was not all that difficult, but it was in the spring, and the Virta river had its annual flood, flooding the flood plains, which the road was built upon.

The sight of the camp at Hernan was startling, thousands of tents, tens of thousands of warriors.
“Wow” Sedu said, his eyes lighting up at the scene.
“I think we will have than 600 swords to repair” Telre jokingly stated. Sedu looked at him, and chuckled as he had a grin on his face. This was one of the first times Telre had seen Sedu actually happy and social. But would it stay this way? Was the question.

Sanda II arrived in a subtle fashion, but soon word broke out that the king was within the camp. The men were ecstatic, jumpy, they wanted to be unleashed upon the vile Vikings, and they would soon get the chance.

Within a week, the number of men in the camp had soared 100,000 men strong. Such an army had never been raised in the Land of Great Journey, but it would certainly not be the last either…

But the week that Sanda II had given his generals was about to expire, the next morning the force would set out to the outskirts of that pitiful city. The march there was slow, though the road was easy, much food, weapons, and amour had to be carried. The march to the city lasted one and a half weeks.

Soon the entire army had laid siege to the coastal town, so no man got out by land. Sanda II movements had to be swift…



“More grapes! And not the purple kind- I hate them!” Barked the Prince, the son of Sanda II, who wasn’t anything like his father. He had always been a troublesome lad, quick to anger, arrogant, and these were some of his better attributes, if they could be considered attributes. A servant rushed in with green grapes on a silver platter and handed them to the young prince, and started to walk away,
“Where are you going?!” the prince yelled to the servant, the servant turned around and asked,
“Yes sire?”
“I’ll want more grapes.” The servant quickly thought to himself for a viable excuse, and then he had one,

“Sire, we have run out, most of the food here was sent with the King, and I cannot go get more, for your mother has confined me and the rest of the servants to working for her party.”
The servant finished and quickly walked away to avoid any attempt by the prince to get away before the prince could try to order him around again. The Prince finished his grapes, and soon gathered up his friends, and ventured out to find green grapes in the surrounding markets.

This group of friends was just another name for troublemakers, as they troubled old and young men and women alike. They were notorious for this, and this climaxed as they walked on a dusty road…

A short old man, with a bent over back went walking by the troublemakers while mumbling to himself, and the prince began to mock the man.

“Where have your wits gone?!”

“I assure you sir, they are right here” as he pointed to his head.

“This?!” the prince mockingly asked as he took off the old man’s head cloth. The man was quite bald, and some of the youths began to mock him about this and other things. The old man seemed quite calmed, and then stiffened himself and took a menacing tone,
“Do you know who you mock?” he asked.

“An elderly man.” The group collectively answered. The old man weezed out a laugh

“Heh,heh, not just a man, a prophet.” Some of the troublemakers stepped back, but the Prince took an aggressive stance and grappled the old man by his vest and pulled the man’s feet off the ground,

“A prophet of what? The great journey, that is only trash, and now I will do to you as I have done to countless others” The prince began to choke the old man, but suddenly felt great pain in his side.

“AHHHH!” he said as he felt to his knees before the prophet. The prophet’s countenance became very grave as he started to utter a curse,

“Too long have you gone unpunished for your deeds, your violence, you are a man of blood! You kill others for so much as walking into you, I tell you the truth, there will never be peace in your family, it shall always be enveloped in intrigue, there will always be rebellion, their will be no rest. There will always be a funeral planned for some in your family.

Great doom will come upon your family this week, your mother will perish, and your father, whom you love, will have great difficulties in the battle to come…”
The prophet had started his babbling again, and had continued walking to his destination. A great whirlwind was to come upon the nation of Tukkie. Would they survive the great battle of their time?

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