'No, no you dont throw it.' explained the science adviser to the military adviser as the military man inspected the small rubber ball, the scientist called a musket ball. 'Powder, it's all in this powder, see?'
'I don't understand, how can a powder fire a weapon? Does it not need a bowstring?' He inquired.
'No, the powder ingnites and shoots the ball with imeserable force, it can go through any armor. Iroqouain steel will be crippled under this new weapon!'
'Hmm..' the General sighed. 'and you're sure this will work?'
'Aye, yes it should wor-, yes, yes of course it will work'
'Alright, then, i'll aprove a prototype. Build me this 'musket' and i will decide if more shall be manufactured' And with that the Science adviser to the King left the room brimming with excitement. The weapon that would begin the bloodiest age of Human existance had been forged in the land of Eire.
A new age was dawning in Celtica. Ground breaking ideas in medicine and ethics were flourishing and being challenged by the Church of Druids. The Druids as of late had seen visions, strange visions. These visions were of Battle with sticks that spewed lightning, Large metal beasts that poked their noses to the skies and spat thunder, battles with Iroqouis and a epic battle with those who speak French. This visions started with excitement, a great Celtic Empire of Peace, with blood and peace, but this peace would only bring more blood until all of a sudden it would end, just end. The Druids clamed it as a parralel world of ours, but those who practiced the new magic of science dismissed as backward witchcraft.
Out of the bloody Iroqouain war came the ideals of Ethics. That mabye it would not be right to rape and murder the people of other nations? In the past all non-Celts were considered sub-human, and to be spat on and killed in the name of Eire. But these new doctors and scientists claimed that these non-celts were also human, well atleast those with a European culture system...
Celtica had been rebuilding it's self since the wars. This included the construction of banks, universities and markets. Soon Celtica was a bustling industrius nation. Rivalled on the homecontinent only by the Iroqouain Empire and the Republic of Germany. Soon we got word that the tribe known as Maya of the American culture group was demanding tribute to our great country. Our superior culture could never bow to such inferior peoples.
In the port city of Connacht (formerly Lugdunum) new military weapons were being handed to Celtic soldiers. This new 'Musket' as it was deemed or 'Bruiser' as the soldiers deemed it for it's ability to bruise ones shoulder in the kickback of fire. New ships were also being developed. And soon the Caravels and Frigates of Celtica sailed the waves of the world. As well, many knights and medeival infantry could be seen in the crouded streets of Connacht of late.
Three brothers from the city of Richborough, Dlae, Ragaen and Felerix all were drafted into the army. Felerix was a swordsman in a Medeival Infantry Regiment, Dlae was a Musketman and so was Ragaen. Their mother, Alaei had wept when the charter came with news of war. She would always remember that day, when the rain ran down the thatched roof and the messanger came. With a green plume and and a long sabre, and the charter.
And so as she watched her only sons ride off into the rainy night. Little did she know, it was the last time she would see two of them.
'Felerix!' cried Dlae as he shoved his way through the crowd of plumed men holding wooden long muskets. 'When does you're ship go out?' He said this as he saw his other brother, Ragaen walk with his batallion down the banner flung street.
'In ten minutes! i gotta get with my regiment!' Felerix called back. Ragaen was pulling up close now, musket slung around his back.
'I've still got an hour' Dlae started as he moved face to face with his younger brother.
'uuf!' Ragaen heaved as he was nocked down by particularily large man with a tower sheild and an iron mace.
'Get up Ragaen' Felrix laughed as he helped his youngest brother to his feet. That was how it always went, Felerix always helped out his younger brothers. Helping them with their petty mistcheif around Richbourough. They stole pies from windowsills and snuck out with the girls late at night. He was always there to bail them out when they were in a brawl in the back alleys.
'Aye, brother, im up ge' off' Ragaen said as he dusted himself off.
'Now these peoples we're going to beat in, what are they called? Maya? They fight good?'
'I hope they fight better 'n the Iroqouis did' The boys had always listen to the heroic stories of the wars with Portugal, Peru and the Iroqouis and always wanted to be apart in a great adventure.
'Okay, boys, let's get to our boat's and get to the Yucatan!'
'And Remember brothers, i get more of those bastards! I've go the sword, call me Vercingetorix!' said Felerix as he began to march with his column.
And so the Dlae, Felerix and Ragaen went off with thousands of other young men into the mayan sun
Our Caravels moved down the coast of the new world. We spoke with the nations friendly once again. We also heard news of American Expansion into Aztec Mexico, but America's colonial gains were not our problem, we only cared about ours.
The opening offensive of the war was good. Our troops landed and fought well. As the ships pulled up onto the shores of Maya. The Shores the swordsman named Felerix landed on was about a hundred miles east of Quingua.His brother Dlae was with a Musket Regiment landing from another ship a little further up the beach. As Felerix unsheathed his sword and began marching up the coast. He watched as tens of knights galloped ahead of them. The area of Maya was increadibly beautiful. Mountains streatched to the east and he knew his little brother Ragaen was there, landing at Tikal with his Bruiser. After a few hours he got to a small ridge. Blood and dead horses littered the ground around the ridge. The knights must of hit the Maya here. His captain told the men to rest in the dips of the Ridge. The panarama was astounding the city of Quingua could be seen in the hills and behind it mountains and to the east mountains.
It was then that they heard the crackle of musket shots.
'My brother!' Felerix said as he poked his head above the ridge. Mayan arrows wizzled past his head.
'Down, boy are you daft!?' yelled his skar faced captain as he pulled Felerix down. In reality Dlae's regiment had run right into mayan warriors on patrol. They were suprised and improperly trained. They broke and ran into the hills in the south-east, Dlae was among him, leaving their dead behind. Felerix looked across the plain and strained to see through the musket smoke for signs of his brother. As it cleared he felt tears stream down his cheeks as he saw Mayan warriors butchering Celtic musketmen as they tried to crawl away.
The Captain tapped Felerix and pointed to a dark yellow plume dancing around the ground.
'a trench, its only 15 feet away' Felerix readied his sword in horror, the maya had been there the whole time! 'Stay calm' he whispered. He gave the signal to ready and began to climb the ridge. As he looked again down to Quingua he also saw this time, Mayan warriors with long broad swords climbing out of there hidden trench.
The first sword came down onto the captain. It sliced through his helmet and blood and brain splashed all over Felerix. He took the opprotunity to cut the Mayan's feet off. His fellow soldiers were hacking with the Mayan's and someone broke and ran. Felerix got frightened and did the same, with mayan arrows following him the whole way. He and another man ran towards the ships. But behind them the Mayan's had found the Celt's muskets and one had put a ball right into the back of Felerix's fleeing head.
Stay tooned to see what happens to the Mayan war and What happens to the other brothers! same cfc forum, same cfc post
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