Dlae was reported dead.
The message came to Richbourough that many of it's sons had fallen for Celtica. And none would weep.
What really happened was Dlae was separated from his group and moved into the hills. There he sniped at Mayan caravans and was evuntally found face down in the Yucatani mud with an axe in his back early one morning by a Mayan partol.
Ragaen was at Tikal fighting in the streets.
BOOM! the Celtic Cannon smashed into one of the tallest pyramids. The golden tip of it exploded send ash, brick and blood showering on to Ragaen and his men. He had assumed control after the captain got his face blown in by a mayan musketball. He had become a sesoned veteran now and his men felt die hard loyalty to him. Ragaen bit down on a powder charge and loaded his musket. His men were pinned down in a small stone building in the crowded streets. Refugees and soldiers struggled down the cobbled roads.
'Watch you're window, don't let the bastards take a shot at you!' Just as he said this a shower of musketfire crackled on and into the windows they were shooting out of. Two of his men went down. Ragaen pulled off his plumed helmet and slumped down with his back on the wall.
'Damn, you, Brennus' he whispered as he turned and put a musket ball into some Mayan's lung. 'Damn you'
Quingua was a disaster. The men fought well but were driven off. Celtica retaliated by attacking Tikal with heavey losses, and the south was a mess. Celtic musket battalions and Medeival Infantry was all over the southern Yucatan. Back in Eire new muskets were being invented, small ones called 'carbines' that could be fired from horseback, this new weapon revolutionized horse tactics, Cavalry was invented.
While Celtica was bussy with the Maya, the Iroqouain empire surpassed us in technology by a bit, but it went un noticed by Eire, the first mistake in the comming storm.
Tikal fell in a month, our colony was complete and peace was handed out. Soon we had army surplus. Thousands of cavalry all paraded down the streets of Celtic cities in idle. But idle no longer, the Iroqouain Empire had stood against us for to long! The insolent sub-humans must be wiped from the continent. And so the planning for a third invasion in the last thousand years had begun.
Word came that in the new continent, iron was scarce. This shortage almost halted production in this part of the world. As far as we know, only Byzantium had iron.
In Eireann, the seat of Celtica, the Vercingetorix family had lived like king's since the ancient times. Vercingetorix's decendants had been generals for years and now it was time for one to go off to war.Vercingetorix VII was assigned to the Iroqouain border as General of the 1st Cavalry Army. He would be remembered for even greater courage than his ancestor.
Sergeant Ragaen O'Richborui looked through his spy glass down towards St. Regis. He had found the glass in Tikal and it was the most precious thing to him. He patted his horse and fingered the trigger on his carbine. Around the nose of this carbine were two bright green ribbons tied around with care, one for each brother lost in the Yucatan War.
'There they are, Grae' he said to his leutenant, another veteran of Tikal.
'And they know we're comming' he responded
'Just like before' Ragaen said as he loaded a bullet into the barralled weapon.
Ragaen's troops attacked and overwhelmed St. Regis and the war was on. We now had breathing room to move our emense cavalry armies towards the Iroqouain Heartland. As we moved into the mountains, Spanish conquistadors stormed St. Regis in a bloody battle. But we soon took it back. This surprise attack could not go unpunished. It soon became apparent that Celtica needed allies. Germany, our friends, took up arms against our enemies.
Our troops discovered fierce resistance in the country. Backward medeival infantry in unumbered battalions slowed our advance. But we fought stubbornly, musketmen, cavalrymen, and cannon batteries blasted away at the underequiped iroqouis. Soon however we were at the very gates of Niagra Falls. And just as soon it fell to Vercingetorix's Army.
(Vercingetorix leads the charge at Niagra)
It became clear that the East was on fire with war. Battle erupted all over the continent as Portugal attacked Peru, the Incas then sided with us, declaring war on the Iroqouis and Spanish. The Spanish hit the Iroqouis and so did the Germans. It was bloody and drawn out and yet fast.
The Iroqouis were attacking however, they took Leipzig from the Germans and retalliated viciously at Mauch Chunk. the 1st Cavalry Army pushed further, sacking Mauch Chunk and moving on towards Salamanca.
After endless bloody battles the 1st army was destroyed, all Eire wept. Peace must me made, and so it was.
The War left the Celts reeling. Their pride had been hurt, and they wanted revenge! We did not cede back the land taken from the Iroqouis we needed them crippled.
The French had also sacked Tikal from us, would the carnage never stop? The colonial war had begun.
Years past and our past allies, the inca, grew increasingly homey around our borders. And finally the allied with the French to invade us. The same thought of rage echoed across Celtica, We will Break them.
It was off to war again, would we be victorious? or would Celtica end the way it began....