Fall From Heaven NES

It was all over.

Battle cries fell silent, torches were slowly burning out, and banners were folded again. Few citizens were putting out fires that Lanun 'Wildfire' had caused, a granary and two residental houses were set alight. Moans of wounded and dying echoed, as men and women carried the fallen soldiers away from mud and blood of battleground, to marketplaces and public plazas- the places that were once the most crowded and richest spots on Erebus were now the places of ghosts and proverty. Far away on horizon, a distant bright fire was burning – a village, or a farm, who could know – just another casualty in this pointless war. Just outside the palisades, entire town of slums and shacks that was once a home to Kwythelhelars poorest, was laying in ashes, their inhabitants dead or enslaved, shipped on some Lanun ships to be sold to Calabim or some Lanun pirate lord far beyond the Sea of Tywer. As if poor men haven't suffered enough already. Or perhaps they did not. Living in Kwythelhelar slums was nothing compared to slavery – even poorest Kuriotates could hope to visit a theater, eat a warm meal, drink in a tavern, pray in a temple... It was now only a history.


Lanun had led another charge at Kwythelhelar, backed with Khazad and Hippus. They would do this quite often, just to never let garrison rest. Lanun would unload and deploy the ballistas from their ships, loaded with a supstance called Wildfire, a mixture of tar, oil, sulphure and Oghma-Knows-What else, that they would use to burn enemy ships' hull and sails. And now they used it on palisades, it was much safer than to use Khazad Rams. And when part of palling burned out, Hippus would storm in through fire and harras the garrison.


The assault was beaten back, as many before, but this time the price was higher. The Commander was wounded. He lied in a puddle of blood, in his heavy iron armor with golden decorations, and dragon-winged closed helm. Dragon insignia on his chest plating was red with blood, and flesh could be seen through the three-inch hole. He was not carried to plaza like the other soldiers, but was tended separately in his High Command tent. Woman in scarlet robes charged through soldiers in armor, and broke her way to the commander.




„BOY-KING!!! Your Majesty, I told you not to go, I told you... But you said that your people need you...“

Then she fell to her knees, sobering. Boy King never, ever needed a medic, and no one even dared to touch him now, even if He would actually allow medics near him.
He spoke, through his helm:

„My people... This is the end of my journey... The people that whispered on the plaza long time ago were right. I should have listened then... The Mandate of Heaven truly abandoned me.“

„I feel it right now... It leaves me, I am no longer fit to rule. It is not the blade of Hippus that gave me this wound... They would never hurt me if He was by my side... It was me who caused this, I pushed Him away from me, I caused this to my realm, and He is well aware.“


„But before I, before we go, hear my last words. Gather a Regency Council, to rule in my name. Let them negotiate peace. There shall be a peace to our broken realm and our people. And He says, that He does not abandon His people. He will return, oh, He will, and bring a scourge to his enemies, and mercy to those who repent. There will be another King, another great man fit enough to rule. And then He will restore our great realm, to rule in harmony for eternity... He vows to return... And now I hear Him speaking, He will take me back to His vault. I will live forever.“



Then he fell silent. Slowly, woman lifted the Boy Kings helm.

Under it was not a head of a boy that put this helm on before this battle. Under it was a head of venerable old man, his skin old and wrinkled, and his beard white and long like a sorcerers. So long, that it would take aeons to grow such a long beard.

In that instant of time, a golden light shined through the tent. Above Kwythelhelar, a magnificent Golden Dragon spread his wings, shining light over city streets and Lanun encampments like it was noon. He let out tremendous roar, not of anger, but of pain and sorrow, a cry for compassion, and then darted up in the night sky, to become a star.

In the High Command tent, armor lied empty, with no trace of body or blood on it. Only a single three-inch hole is a sign that the armor was ever worn.



Cardith Lorda was dead.
 
Very good, and a little sad.

Did you write that or did Algeroth?


EDIT: Awesome story Algeroth. Way to go out on a high note.
 
After the shock (and hopefully an enjoyment of good story ;) ) what happens is that Algeroth contacted me and said that he has no time to play, due to college duties (Hence his not-answering PMs) He expressed a desire that Masada should take his place, and I had nothing against as I know that Masada is a good NESer, and he is also proficient with lore. Should Algeroth find time again, the Dragon shall return ;) Algeroth is a very good player, but I understand if he has no time, and I'd rather have a dedicated player than one without time.

I will see through the peace deals, there will be another story that explains events after the death of Cardith. In the meantime, say 'hello' to Masada ;)
 
We'll miss you Algeroth. It was lots of fun to NES with you and i hope things go well for you at college.
I really liked some of the underhanded things you did as CL (like the rebel Khazad priests and purchasing slaves to set them free)- i thought they were novel and interesting.

Welcome Masada.
I'm going to PM you something.

I.
 
Happy birthday to those of you who were born 5 days after me, plus or minus (well, probably minus) a few years.
Goodbye Algeroth, it was fun to play with you, even though Kandros Fir and Cardith Lorda ended less than friends. Good luck with college: May you succeed in your endeavours.
Hello Masada, and welcome.

And now I think Arturus Thorne made a fool of himself with these news.
 
Happy belated birthday Ldi.
 
So it comes the time to say goodbye guys. It was pleasure to play with you and under Jopa (Who is the one who wrotethat story, BTW). Even when the Great war was raging I was for the first time a part of a great military campaign. And I enjoyed it. Really. It's sad that I have to leave where there is finally enough diplomatic action to satisfy me. But so it goes. I have to discover if a mortal can beat two colleges at one first. I could rejoin after this semester. But until then I'll be watchin' you.

(And happy birthday to everyone)
 
ooc:
... **** you Alg. :lol: ... I was going to do same for same reasons next turn ... but I'll try to continue (:
ic:
Some rumors says, that Grigori government won't reject capitulation(read: becoming vassal state:D)(right to vote every action, some payments to master, ... ) to stronger nation for exchange for military protection. However no official confirmation is available...
 
All you crazy people, leaving because of school - that's the reason I keep playing. Stress-reliever - there's nothing better than invading a country to raise your spirits and blow off some steam.

That being said, good game, Algeroth. Come back when you can, and enjoy watching.
 
Fear me? :p
 
OOC:
Until such time as a proper investigation can be performed, Crusader commander Prior MarcosYildizoglu will no longer be in command of the ‘Crusaders of the True Faith’ army division.

IC:
It is with great regret that we witness the leaving of the honourable and long-serving Prior Marcos as the commander of the Amurite crusaders. Prior Macos has declared that after 23 years of loyal service, he wishes to return to the Cevedes abbey where he had first gained his position and reputation to try and bring some of the discipline and order his famed crusader regiment is known for back to the halls of priesthood.
We welcome Crusader commander Seçkin Ilahi to the vacated position and wish him well in his new and highly honoured position of command.
 
To the amurites:
From Agron the Successor

We have decided that it is inefficient and unrealistic to poll the entire human population. However, I have put to the Council the possibility of polling a smaller number of humans, for example the population of Prespur, or if this is still considered too many, one of it's outlying villages. If the council votes Yes on this idea, will it be acceptable to the Amuurites? Please respond as soon as possible so that the council can decide on the matter.
 
To the amurites:
From Agron the Successor

We have decided that it is inefficient and unrealistic to poll the entire human population. However, I have put to the Council the possibility of polling a smaller number of humans, for example the population of Prespur, or if this is still considered too many, one of it's outlying villages. If the council votes Yes on this idea, will it be acceptable to the Amuurites? Please respond as soon as possible so that the council can decide on the matter.

no- this is unacceptable.

We too are suspicious of any vote-tampering.
We will only be satisfied by a properly representative vote under our own as well as your own supervision (for mutual satisfaction that the votes are not tampered)

However, we welcome your approach to the council and await any response they have to either your own or our proposals.
 
ooc: Remember the setting, though. The great majority of humans in the Calabim are probably uneducated and illiterate, and paper is probably a valuable commodity not to be wasted on thousads of forms. Then, further to this we probably don't even have a printing press yet, where is this poll going to come from? You'd have to be completely mad to let peasants like these have any say in the government at all, and its not realistic to get the whole population to vote. It's a village, where I can send people round to ask the opinions themselves, or nothing at all.
 
@JOPA: I would like to write a story about the negotiations with the calabim but it would involve something that would destabalize the country (the fractioning of one senate group). If its a story and it describes a bad (destabalizing) effect on my nation, does it actually destabalize (reduce stability) or can it just be for the story?

thanks.
 
I think it's fair to assume that it would not negatively effect your stability. Jopa has said that he likes political-based stories, and penalising players for writing interesting ones doesn't seem like something he would want to do.
 
ooc: Remember the setting, though. The great majority of humans in the Calabim are probably uneducated and illiterate, and paper is probably a valuable commodity not to be wasted on thousads of forms. Then, further to this we probably don't even have a printing press yet, where is this poll going to come from? You'd have to be completely mad to let peasants like these have any say in the government at all, and its not realistic to get the whole population to vote. It's a village, where I can send people round to ask the opinions themselves, or nothing at all.
OOC: Printing press for votes? Athenians didn't have printing press, and didn't have paper. Although most of them were definitely litterate. You too are thinking in modern-days standards. You could use something simple, like black pebbles and white pebbles, for a yes/no question. You could also poll everyone in the village and those who agree put a pebble in an urn while others don't. Or the contrary, depending on how you plan to rig the election... And also, Amurites themselves have a somewhat biased voting system if I'm not wrong. So they can't be asking that every vote have the same weight, since they have had some representation issues at home.
 
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