Update 12: 800 BCE
The day dawned gray, cold, and bleak over the fields of Lyons. Thousands of dead lay there. Thousands had been killed, all for the glory of an Empire. Men from all over. Berber. Iberian. Celtic. German. Malian. All lay there. Killed on this field of valor, of glory, of sorrow.
The field stank of putrid flesh. The sun crept over the horizon, nearly blood-red rays pouring over the Rhone River valley in a cascade of light, illuminating the piles of corpses, replete in macabre majesty. It had been an incredible battle.
The Tartessians had been determined to not repeat the same mistake they had made at Cremona, yet alas, their sheer numbers and deployment made for a rather confusing pitch. Their cavalry came almost at noontime due to disorganization, but eventually managed to sort things out enough to approach the Gauls. The Berbers and Numudians easily crushed the enemy light cavalry, but their subsequent withdrawal to let the Contrarius forward led to massive confusion. Shouts in about five to a dozen different languages were being hurled in every direction, and the movement barely got going at all; the cavalry were weighed down by the language barrier, and inefficient structuring.
The infantry advanced regardless, and a great attack of allied spearmen met the Gallic spears in the middle of the battlefield, but the archers on the Tartessian side were somewhat negated by their Gallic counterparts, who had learned well from their wars with the Tartessians long ago; they too used the showering volleys of arrows to decimate the enemy.
The infantry clash ruined the center of both armies, but the final crushing blow was when the flying wing of cavalry was able to skirt the battlefield and smash the gallic infantry from behind. Only a few Gauls made it out alive.
But of course, this was not the only theater that the Tartessians fought in.
Far off, to the West, in the great dividing sea called the Mediterranean, the Tartessians attempt an assault on Rhodes. They advance with their Hittite, Trojan, and Theban allies on Southern Anatolia. Anticipating a big fight, the great assembled army marches slowly. But they find nothing. They find the forts abandoned and derelict, they find the cities huddled shadows of their former self, much of the population gone.
The Rhodians had avoided them.
Not to be deterred, the Tartessians launched their naval assault. They drew up a massive fleet, over a hundred warships, but the Rhodians also had over a hundred warships. The fleets met at the coast of Rhodes.
The Rhodian fleet drew up in a sort of crescent formation, one tip clinging to the harbor entrance, the other tip a flying wing on the left. The Tartessian allied fleet sailed to meet them, but their strategy was hampered by the fact that Carthages ships were mysteriously absent (it was only known later that the Carthaginians had ironically used pirates to escort their new Greek guests over to the homeland.
Thus, without their key mobile arm of the navy, the fleet was much smaller than expected. It was still massive, though, and they were quite ready to engage the Rhodes fleet. The Carthaginian Quinqiremes leading the hammer blow to the center, triremes behind, the allied fleet sailed forward, intending to crush them with superior experience, and weaponry.
But they did not.
We will fight in the sea, we will fight in the harbor, we will fight in the city, we will fight in hell. Rhodes will never succumb to Tartessos as long as I live declared the Rhodes admiral right before the battle. His men were encouraged by this, and they rowed eagerly into battle, crying Helios watches over us!.
This seemed eerily true to the allied fleet, whose rowing grew timid as they entered the shadow of the brazen giant of the Colossus of Rhodes, newly completed. It gleamed in the sun, and its crowned head gazed over the area as though it really did watch over the Rhodes fleet.
The Tartessians still seemed to prevail initially, though. But the turning point came, perhaps as a ruse, perhaps as a simple mistake of logistics, when the Tartessians pushed the enemy past the entrance to the harbor, whereupon about 30 triremes hidden in the harbor darted out and plowed through the flank of the Tartessian fleet. The Tartessians were crushed, and the allied fleet was sent limping home. The Rhodes fleet was battered as well, but their people are ready enough for any fight.
Then there were the Ashanti.
The Tartessian creme de la creme, the ultimate in shock troops had come several thousand miles to the south of their well known homes into unknown territory. They told the Malians to begin diversionary raids, which they carried out with half a heart, but were defeated by the Ashanti. Then the Tartessians, impatient, started the real assault. The shock was immense.
They traveled not even a mile from the coast before they realized how immense the problem of fighting the Ashanti was. The rainforest was no place for metal cuirasses and breastplates, and their rations got soaked an rotted within a day. They could barely set out before some other calamity happened upon them. Men desperately trudged forward, not sure wether they would die in the next few minutes, or not.
They were constantly harried by Ashanti raids, arrows plunging into their horses without warning. They had to slap constantly at mosquitoes, and many fell sick with high fevers.
When they finally met the Ashanti army, their numbers had already been thinned, their armor and helmets long packed away, they were no longer anything like the proud, organized force they had once been. Alas, forward they marched, nonetheless.
Right into a perfectly laid ambush.
With Ashanti spearmen, swordsmen, and cavalry crashing in from all sides, the Tartessian cavalry were trapped in the midst of a massive pincer. The only man to salvage the day was a formerly low ranking officer, Gaius Marius, who, near the rear of the cavalry vanguard, wheeled about and galloped at the infantry. He began to shout of the war god, and how he favored this battle. And quite picturesquely, he turned once again, raised his sword, then swung it to point at the foes. A massive infantry charge barely broke the encircling ring, enough so that a few of the Contrarius actually made it back.
Tartessos also had a new hero.
Back in Tartessos proper, research into new building materials goes OK, but reveals nothing much new. New fleets try to expand colonization in the new world, but these do not go all that well; it becomes clear that while a madman, Praxitilles was the best navigator of his time. Many ships in the new fleets are lost to storms, while the attempts at settlement are plagued with new diseases and raids by some of the more hostile tribes, and fail to develop into any permanent thing.
But one bright spot does shine. The rising star of Gaius Marius, the greatest general of Tartessos, singlehandedly responsible for stopping utter disaster in Ashanti territory.
Far to the north of all this, the Northern-Baltic seas area is relatively quiet, and while the Picts colonize Iceland, so does Jutland, and thus the status quo is kept. The Cult of the Sacred Bull starts becoming popular in Kent.
The Khazaria-Novgorod war ends rather unspectacularly, with both sides ready for a sneak attack but neither launching one.
Novgorod sends some scholars to Tartessos, those that make it back are full of new, liberal, and advanced ideas about society, architecture, politics, military strategy, and almost all other fields. Novgorod gains a boost in education, and meanwhile Tartessian styles become all the rage in the cities, and a new fusion of Tartessian and Novgorodian architectural styles forms the new Neo-Orcadian architecture (OOC: Best described as, say, Byzantine or Gothic in our terms).
Khazaria, meanwhile, puts down an unpopular rebellion by the nobles with practically no losses and further strengthens the central government. Not all is well for the Khagan, though, the Sarmatians seem to be rising once again, and they look to be quite powerful. Raids have started once again on the Great Wall.
South of the rebuilding states, Persia is invaded by four states. However, no battles were fought; the Persian king Darius III decided to retreat from these attacks and has fortified his position, which means gains by any of the invaders will be hard to make. One area in this line has been breached, though, by the rising star of a half Avar, half Mongol general. Known variously as Timur the Avar, Timur the Lame, and to his terrified opponents, Tamerlane. His men easily seized the city of Qar, fortifications and all in an easy blow. Though he is a great general, he also has great political ambitions, and some men close to the Khan have said that he should be killed before he feels strong enough to challenge the Khan himself.
Gujarat, in the meantime, hears tremors of rebellion from its now rather disenfranchised Abyssian lands. They are not too happy at the government virtually residing in Gujarat.
The Chinese Alliance and the Mongols barely even fight at all, as both try to draw their enemies away from their positions, and neither actively attack. The front line seems to be frozen solid, though both sides did seize a little land.
The Koreans encounter the Yayoi culture of Japan, of which little is known about, yet, and as if in imitation, the Chinese sail southward, discovering Taiwan, Vietnam, and the far eastern colonies of Kush.
Southeast Asia sees massive state formation, as the Viets gain all sorts of gifts from the Chinese and they fall in love with Chinese civilization. However, they adopt Hinduism. The various other states seem mainly to be clones of Vietnam, but they all have their own distinct and rich cultures.
The Indian ocean is a new massive area of exploration and discovery, as the Arabs sail through the North of it, skirting Java and finding a new continent. This continent has a rich coast, much like the coast of Oman, far back home, but like Oman, the inland is bone dry.
The same continent is found by Gujarati explorers, who sail through the south of the Indian ocean. They have both colonized this land, and they both have tiny island stepping stones as well. Meanwhile, the Gujarati have supposedly found another continent, far to the south, with massive cliffs of ice ringing it, but many doubt that it exists at all. Those sailors still have their tales, though.
Spotlight: The End of the World?
It started in the capital of Wei. The city was closed, fearing a usual Mongol attack, but worse came than that. A few men, healthy the one day, then with a horrible disease the next. By the third day, they always died, black splotches appearing all over their body. Then it spread. And spread. Until the city was ravaged by a plague. They called it the Black Death, and it had already left the city by the time anyone had thought to put a quarantine in.
This evil was loosed upon the world, and many see it as a sign that it is all ending. War has come. Famine has come. And now Pestilence. Shall Death be next?
PRICES:
For each economy:
300 Iron Age spearmen
300 Iron Age swordsmen
300 Iron Age archers
300 Iron Age Light Horse
300 Iron Age Horse Archers
150 Iron Age Cataphracts
300 Iron Age UUs
30 Iron Age Chariots
30 Iron Age Triremes
15 catapults
30 War Elephants (available only to nations with direct land connections from their capital to North African or Indian Territory)
150 Camel Riders (available only to nations with North African or Arabian Territory)
150 Steppe Cavalry (available only to nations with steppe ancestry or territory on the steppes)
400 Classical Age spearmen
400 Classical Age swordsmen
400 Classical Age archers
400 Classical Age Light Horse
400 Classical Age Horse Archers
200 Classical Age Cataphracts
400 Classical Age UUs
40 Classical Age Chariots
40 Classical Age Quinqiremes
Any other stat growth: 1
DIPLO:
To: Tartessos
From: Rhodes
We ask for a white peace. No land exchanged, no gold, no limits on development.
OOC: Ran out of steam near the end. If youre lucky I might give you some eye candy next time, but Im too lazy to, this time. Im still going to update categories for all the nations plus the Mosts. Oh, and BananaLee will get his new nation next update.