Guide to NESing!

I guess I have to post an updated version with my favorite NES now. And, I thought of someone to have animosity towards.

Dachspmg
Generation: Fifth
NESes Run: 0
Favored Type: Fresh Start
Disfavored Type: Board NES, Fantasy NES
Favorite NES: Probably stazNES V
Disapproves of: Insane_Panda (you asked!...)
Approves of: Everyone, except North King (to a lesser extent :lol: ...You like Kal'thzar better than ME? NOOOO) and Panda, because he asked me to hate him.
 
:)

@Warman + NK: thanks, really appreciated!
 
Amon Savag
Generation: in between second and third (was here a small bit after emu,but quite a bit before Alex)
NESes Run: (None running currently,but I've ran like 6 or 7)
Favored Type: Anything except up to date modern,or future...Nukes and bio weapons take out the fun)
Disfavored Type: Up to date modern and futuristic.
Favorite NES: StJNES5
Disapproves of: Sheep,China444,and other annoyances.
Approves of: Josef Stalinator,Emu,Das,Jason,Azale,Tyrion,Conehead,Insane_Panda, Kamilian,Alex,Volum,Feanor,Grandmaster,EQ, and maybe a couple of others that I can't think of right now,because it's been so long since I've been a part of the circle.

Also,I could add a lot to that essay on war that I saw earlier in this.
 
Cuivienen
Generation: Third
NESes run: 4
Favored types: Fresh Start, European, Medieval, Fantasy
Disfavored types: Modern times, Board
Favorite NES: stNNES III
Animosity towards: No one, at least not for long.
Approves of: Everyone, especially North King for modding the best NES ever.
 
Xen
Generation: Fourth
NESes Run: 3. officially like 5, but, and all said, only this last one is really taking off, the Gnome one did too, but I got tired of that.
Favored Type: Fresh Start
Disfavored Type: Board NES
Favorite NES: NNES,JNES (but I generally only have the interest to really devote myself to one of them)
Disapproves of: Pawpaw :yeah:
Approves of: AAminion00,Northking, Jason the King, Das, Cuivinen; all said, just about everybody. except pawpaw :yeah:.
 
Saw NK's stories. My favorite story (of mine) is, ofcourse, the Battle at Hava ha-Shoter.

Setting: stNNESIII. The Mongol horde (Contempt) is charging across Asia, crushing nation after nation. A furious battle is fought in China, where the Yangtze Empire (alex994) is desperately trying to stop the Mongols, yet despite all the battles fought and all the casualties on both sides the Mongols press on. Tamerlane led a splinter horde in conquest of Persia, crushing Egyptian (Cuivienen) and Caliphal (Capulet) armies alike and dying in the last battle. That death saved the rest of Middle East from devastation, but the Damocles Sword that is the Timurid Empire continued to hang over it. And finally, outflanking the Great Wall of Khazaria (das), the Mongol forces entered Khazarian heartlands. Their Khan met with the Khagan of Khazaria, and expected him to be his tributary. But the Khagan played a double-game, getting support from his western and northern neighbhors while pretending to the Khan's obedient vassal. But the Khan was prepared for treachery (as he saw it). And so it came down to one big battle. Battle at Hava ha-Shoter.

And an update later, NK killed it all. :p Btw, NK, do you have your update with Haba ha-Shoter with you somewhere? Could you repost that bit as well?

Will now post it.
 
Sharon, the Prophet-Kagan, was a young man, but already he looked old. His hair became gray very quickly, as he was worried, disturbed - even scared! - by the prophecies he received from Adonai.

Opposite to him, Chingis Khan was really old, and yet he still was powerful and seemed fairly young. He had an odd skull shape, as did the rest of his demonic horde. This was probably how the Scythians looked like.

Sharon was unsure as to why did he accept the offer to meet with the Khan, his sworn enemy, in person. It was, perhaps, Adonai who told him to come here... yet why? It was obvious that there was to be no peace with the Mongols.

Chingis Khan studied his opponent. Sharon looked back.

Chingis smiled.

“Speak, Khan.” - said Sharon with dignity.

“So I shall, Khagan.” - Chingis Khan replied via a translator. - “So I shall.” - He seemed to easily absorb insults.

He then made a lengthy speech, and winked in the end. Perhaps it was a custom of sorts in his pagan lands.

“The thing I want most from this war, is a tributary state, now, I know you probably value your indepedence, so here is what I offer. You start a trade route with me, as well as alliance, and you give me 1 econ. every three turns, and then I leave you alone. Basically, fully autonomous but gives me one econ. every once in a while. This makes me happy, and likely keeps you from being absorbed into my empire.” - the translator dragged on, emotionlessly - ”However, the military is where I will be observing, since I don't want to feel treatened. If you make a good case for invading a nearby country, I will give you partial control of my armies for the duration of the invasion so that more nations can be brought under the Mongolian flag, be they tributary or under your control. If you agree, you will be given an medical and technological advances the we happen to make, and, economies sent by us if we like you.”

‘Just what sort of an arrogant fool is this Khan?’ - Sharon thought. - ‘Did he not hear of the history of the Jewish and Khazar peoples? We did not submit. No matter what. The Chosen Peoples, such as Novgorodians, Jews, Khazars and Arabs never submit. They may lay low. Yet they can never be defeated, as their spirit, their culture is protected by Adonai himself. We endured the Babylonian and Egyptian Captivity, endured the False Paradise of Palestine and made it to the Promised Land of Khazaria. David ha-Shoter saved Khazaria from peoples like the Khan’s before. And now... some arrogant steppe nomad thinks himself to be above us? Thinks himself to be able to not only challenge and defeat the Chosen People, but even thinks that we will surrender without a fight? The fool!’

He wanted to give a harsh reply to Chingis-Khan, yet chose not to. The Adonai guided him.

“After thinking it over, we agree. As for invading another nation... How about Novgorod? We have an old rivalry with them.”

The Khan smiled and laughed wholeheartedly. The discussion suddenly switched to the subject of a messanger route of sorts, to keep good communication. The Khagan joked and said that the Khazars dare not venture into the Great Khan’s lands. Chingis laughed again. The Khagan was beginning to get his confidence, he felt it. But why? To give an edge in the coming battle, perhaps...

“Now, I need your complete confidence, since if you betray me you will be completely absorbed into my Empire, and you do not have the strength to fight me on your own, and Novgorod can be persuaded to stay out of it if you think you can enlist their help against me. I have been betrayed before by a "so-called" ally, I do not plan to make the same mistake twice.” - the Khan returned to the serious matters.

“So-called ally? Which one?” - The Khagan knew the answer, and the Khan pretended not to notice the question. The Arabs, ofcourse.

”Novgorod, sadly, isn't interested in fighting you anyway, which is probably why I chose to accept this. Provided that you help us punish Novgorod, ofcourse.” - Khagan continued.

”But, this brings me to another point. How can WE trust YOU? If we can, then you can trust us.”

The Khan suddenly started laughing maniacally again. Sharon presumed that all the steppe nomads were derranged, especially this own.

”Hahahaha! This is too sweet, very well, here is what I propose:

You will send me one econ. this turn, and this will secure my alliance, and my good will. You can trust me, becuase I will with draw completely from Khazaria, and then turn into Novgorod. Thus, we can trust each other, because if I don't withdraw, you will be able to know about through you scouts that I know you have, and if you don't send me an economy, I will know that you betrayed me. Then, if you agree, we can discuss the invasion of Novogorod.

Thus, if you agree to name me the Khan of Khans, then we will fine.”

”Most excellent, o Khan of Khans. May our two closely-related peoples prosper from this alliance.” - the Khagan concluded, not believing any word he said. But wisdom, the choice of a right decision over a righteous one, was important. He shook the Khan’s hand, and departed.

He did not trust the Khan, but if he was to grant such an opportunity, the Khagan was sure that Adonai was behind it.

---

The Khagan went over the letters again. The messengers were to be careful riding out, to avoid the Mongol ambassador to Itil finding out that something suspicious was happening.

"Neighbours. Friends. Fellow Europeans.

We worship different Gods, speak different languages. Yet we are civilized. What is civilization? It is respect. We respect each other. The enemy you have no doubt heard of, and about whom I would tell you even more, does not.

To the east from us, there is a new, bloodthirsty, demonic Horde. It is the incarnation of Pure Evil. It respects none apart from itself, and judges itself superior to all. Its Khan already told me of his nefarious plans when we met. He wants to rule all the lands to the Great Ocean. We must stop him.

We count on your assistance, people of Jutland, Finland, Poland and Dacia. We have beaten back lesser Hordes before, but this one... is far worse.It is huge, powerful, and animated by its leader. Only God - or your Gods, I have no querrel over it now - can know what other civilizations they destroyed on the way here.

People of Khazaria will go to war against the Horde. We ask you to join us, to form a new, steel version of our Great Wall, a Wall of Steel Determination, against which the Mongol barbarians will crush in vain. Khazaria is the current line of defense of the Civilization - if it gets overran, the Mongols will attack whoever happens to be after us. Your four nations.

I ask that we all ally, and stand together, and crush the Mongol Horde, and expel it back into the barren steppes. We SHALL win. We MUST win. For should we lose, the Mongols will bring death to many more lands. A line has to be drawn.

Let it be drawn in Khazaria. Let us stand together.

Let us cast aside our past animocity. The Mongols must be defeated AT ANY COST.

We hope that you will send troops to assist us. The Armies shall gather at Hava ha-Shoter."


---

"WHAT?!" - yelled out Chingis. He was enraged - "Those meddling circumsed dogs have still not sent tribute!"

"Yes, o Khan of Khans." - spoke the advisor.

"This is betrayal, and it is very obvious." - Chingis tried to calm down. - "Luckily, my generals there were given a backup plan. Tell Sugubei to carry it out. Now, I shall have no more of Khazar resistance. Tell Sugubei to crush them. Now, I need to ride to war against China..."
 
"Generals of the Golden Horde!" - Sugubei spoke inspirationally to the Mongol commanders in Khazaria - "The Khazars have betrayed us, and thought they tricked the Khan of Khans! He was wrong! Genghis Khan, in his eternal wisdom, saw that we to turn around and crush the puny, horse-less Khazarian army. They are no warriors, mere merchants and peasants. Let us bury them! To arms, Mongols! For The Horde!"

Sugubei jumped on his horse, and the generals followed his example. The Mongols turned around, and rode back west.

Sugubei glanced at the map one last time, before he hid it in his saddlepack. The Khazars were probably assembling in Kiiv and that other town, Sarkel. He glanced at a location on the map, the "Hava ha-Shoter". It had some symbollical meaning to the Khazars, they probably repulsed some of the lesser nomads there once, or so their odd legends say. It seemed strange to Sugubei. It was just a farm...

But that was unimportant. The Mongol army was to pass near that place, as they headed to Sarkel. Near it, the Horde would be at advantage, and the Khazars, vainglorious and infantry-minded as the rest of those weakling "civilizations" and "kingdoms", will give a battle on flat terrain. The Horde would win. It would be unstoppable.

---

Sugubei was getting irritated. The Khazars were different from other armies that were crushed so far. They did not give an open battle yet. Instead they used the tactics and strategy familiar to all Mongols... and the one that was least expect. Hit-and-run. The Steppe Nomads were hitting the supplies, and running away, hitting the advancing Mongol army.

This was strange and unexpected. Oh well. Not that they could crush the Mongol Horde.

Sugubei looked at the map again. He suddenly realized that he was closer to Hava ha-Shoter then to Sarkel. Odd. And the best road led to Hava ha-Shoter as well. He dared not advance in a foreign land across unknown territory - with the unconventional Khazar tactics, it would cost unacceptable casualties.

---

Khazaria did not surrender. It lay low, ignoring the humiliation for one long month. And then, as was planned, it threw off the Mongol “rule” which was never even imposed.

A huge Khazarian army has been gathered. Brave Baghators rallied to the Banner of ha-Shoter (essentially, a “magen david” star, but golden and on a black banner), the Vanquisher of the Scythians. Endless armies marched to face the Horde - they were joined by Novgorodians, Poles, Finns, Dacians... A huge army, and it was commanded by (OOC: Ariel) Sharon, the Prophet-Kagan.

“Men of the West!”

“Men of Europe!”

“We have been challenged! O, men of Europe! WE HAVE BEEN CALLED TO THIS BATTLE! We are the New Great Wall - a steel wall, made of the steel will and resolve of the Free Western Men! Khazarians! Novgorodians! Dacians! Finns! Poles!”

“Let us fight like we never fought before - for never before have our ways been threatened as much!”

”Let us fight like if there is no tomorrow - for there isn’t, should we lose!”

“We worship different gods and speak different languages - yet we all have one thing in common. WE ARE CIVILIZED MEN! WE RESPECT EACH OTHER! BUT THE BARBARIAN MONGOLIC HORDE RESPECTS NONE!”

“Near us is Hava ha-Shoter. There, men of Khazaria have defeated such a Horde. Those were glorious days. Dangerous days. Yet these... are even more dangerous... and will be even more glorious, once united, we shall stand and crush the Mongols!”

Mongols were foolish to put all their strength in cavalry. The Jewish and Khazarian philosophers have long ago understood the concept of the Golden Middle. Their armies consisted of cavalry and infantry alike.

“Remember - the God Himself wishes for us to win.” - this time, Sharon only addressed the Khazarians, while the other armies were being given separate speeches by their own leaders: Igor of Novgorod (OOC: I assume there was a SMALL contingent along with our main forces), Vaako of Finland, Wladislaw of Poland and Spartak (OOC: I know Spartak - or Spartacus - was Thracian, but Dacians and Thracians are closely related) of Dacia. - “Yes - we might side with pagans as well. But they are humans too, and can always redeem themselves in the fullness of time. If we make this stand and win, civilization will be saved. If we fail - then its death will be glorious and a one that will forever be remembered. And know that even if we do fail, Jehovah wishes us to win. I said His name - for this is one of the greatest days of His creations and His Chosen People.”

“Let us remember that Adonai is on our side! Let our battlecry be “For His Eternal Glory!” - and know, that those of you who shall die in this sacred battle shall go straight to Gan Eden! And remember - David ha-Shoter watches over all of us today! So does Kagan David, Abraham the Prophet and Moses the Savior! So do all those who lived and died before us! Remember this before all - EITHER we win, EITHER we all die!”

The Khazarian army cheered. There was no visible end of it... and yet the Horde was just as big, if not bigger. Sharon disregarded his last doubts. Victory will come.

The soldiers of Khazaria were counted, and great was their number. They marched out to fight for Khazaria, the True Faith... and Civilization. In their eyes, Sharon saw determination. Those who feared forced back their fears. They prepared - either for victory, or for Gan Eden.

Infantry formed its line, horse archers rode out to face the enemy. Sharon put on his armor and raised his jatagan. The Baghators were ready.

The Mongol Horde was forced to give battle. And a great battle it was.

The Final Prayer was said, the Khazarian - no, Civilized! - army took up positions. The horse archers rode out. The Baghators and other cavalry prepared to strike. The Battle of Hava ha-Shoter has begun. The Fate of the World was being decided.

---

Ioseph could not quite understand what was going on. The Khazar, Dacian, Finnish, Polish army was standing in a line, without any obvious cavalry or archer support. A line, whose flanks were exposed. Sure, he was a mere soldier, but he knew that when fighting against a cavalry-dominated army, the flanks were in particular threatened.

His comrades seem to share those concerns.

Then it came.

The line of troops of different nations, religions and languages were animated by Khagan Sharon's presence, and by that of the other leaders. Khazar and Novgorodian (though Novgorodians sent a small force only - probably because of iternal strife) troops had particularily high morale. And yet, even they felt fear grasp their hearts and make their limbs go numb when the huge army appeared from the east. Not an army, in fact.. A Horde. The Horde.

Ioseph overcame his fear barely, and grasped to his long spear. He prepared to meet the charge of the fearsome Mongols. They let out a warcry which made his blood chill, and he closed his eyes and prayed to Adonai.

'Our power comes from faith.' - a thought came to him - 'our faith allows us to overcome our fear, and in battle, when we trust ourselves to the Allmighty and Everpresent, we are reinforced by our faith in Him.'

He opened his eyes. The Mongols were getting close. It was a silent advance now, save for the monotonous beat of the hooves of the horses. He... no longer feared. He decided to remember what was to come, to tell it to his children. Provided he has children. And that he survives to tell them...

Suddenly, from behind the hilltop of the old, abandoned farm at which the Scythians were checked by David ha-Shoter, sounds of hooves came as well. Panic almost grasped Ioseph, until he heared the blow of the horns. He was relieved. Those horns signified the Baghators.

---

"And when the fear grasped the hearts of the Civilized Army at the side of the demonic Horde, the loud sound of horns being blown gave much relief. With God-given wisdom, the wise Prophet-Khagan Sharon chose to let his powerful cavalry come in at the unexpecting Mongol heathens in the last time. And while the bravery of the Khazars and the Novgorodians was reinforced by their True Faith, and the bravery of the allied armies was reinforced by the Novgorodo-Khazarian example, the Mongols found no relief in their heathen, pagan beliefs and their savagery. The hearts of the Mongol Horse Archers was filled by fear for the first time. The Khazar arhcers too have emerged, and fired organizedly at the Mongol savages.

But the impact of the Baghators was the greatest. Firing arrows from a distance, they charged with their God-blessed jatagans, cutting many heathens into pieces before the rest of them could flee in shame. Sugubei, the Mongol general in Khazaria, could not understand how could the "invincible" horde be dealt such a setback.

- War with the Steppes. Ioseph Arami.

---

The Big Monotheistic Encyclopedia (Bolshaia Monoteisticheskaya Enciklopediya, Ha-Entziklopedia Monotheisti Ha-Gdola), 1st Pictish edition.

Scribe Ioseph ARAMI (person):
- Lived between 668 and 612 BJ (Before JOSHUA), 3306 and 3362 AC (After CREATION).
- One of the FIRST KHAZARIAN HISTORIANS.
- Was born in SARKEL from a MIXED KHAZARIAN-JEWISH COUPLE.
- Begun to receive SCRIBE EDUCATION in the age of 13, in the fields of HISTORY and PHILOSOPHY.
- Volunteered to the Khazar Army in the age of 18, during the MONGOL INVASION of the 7TH CENTURY BJ (34TH CENTURY AC).
- Fought at HAVA HA-SHOTER in 650 BJ, 3324 AC. Was WOUNDED, yet fought on BRAVELY, defending the CORPSE of his HUNDRED'S COMMANDER.
- Was granted the TITLE of HONORABLE SCRIBE OF MILITARY HISTORY upon his own request by PROPHET-KHAGAN SHARON.
- AUTHOR of numerous works on MILITARY HISTORY OF KHAZARIA and STRATEGIC THEORY, such as: "WAR WITH THE STEPPES", "History of the Khazarian Wars" (Four volumes), "HISTORY OF THE BAGHATORS", "MONOTHEIST ARMIES" and "ART OF WAR".
- Died (DEATH) from NATURAL CAUSES in the age of 56.

---

The Prophet-Khagan looked at the sad, sorrowful steppe, the motherland of Khazars, the Promised Land, now burned by the Mongol Horde. Hava ha-Shoter was close. The Khagan put on his helmet, and prepared his horn. He saw something.

The other Baghators too were getting weary of this. A huge army was waiting for the Mongols in these forests... but when will the Mongols come?

The Khagan looked carefully. That was it! The Khazarian horse-archers - recognizable thanks to their shields, with the blue "Magen ha-Shoter" six-pointed stars on them - were coming. They were being followed by the Khulans, the horrifying heavy cavalry of the Mongols. Now... Almost now...

He raised the horn, and blew it with all his strength. Even the Khulans were taken aback by this sound, followed by the horns of all the other Baghators. The Baghators charged quickly, led by the Khagan.

"Show no mercy!" - declared Sharon, knowing that only a few Baghators would hear him - "Led God sort them out!"

He closed his eyes. He hated killing. With closed eyes and in blind rage, feeling but not seeing the surprised Khulans who were slaughtered by him and other Baghators, he charged on, ever-forward. The Baghators followed him. They drew a wedge between the Khulans who had no time to regroup, and massacred them, with the help of Dacian forces and volunteers. It was revenge.

---

"This is impossible!" - raged on Sugubei - "Your idiotic incompetence is already making the casualties UNACCEPTABLE! UTTERLY SO! Now, go there, and DIE!"

The poor commander of the Khulans, one of the few survivors, was forced to obey. The other remaining Khulans from that army charged at the enemy and were, obviously, slaughtered.

"Let not rage overcome you, young one." - stated the Sarmatian king, whose forces were yet to join the battle - "I am sure that was their last trick."

"It better be." - said Sugubei - "But how did they hide so many troops in that forest?"

"The Khazars, they are driven by their blind faith in an invisible shepherd god. They can endure anything as long as they believe him."

"They will not withstand the torture I would give to their cursed Khagan for slaughtering my Khulans! He will be dying for many months after we capture him!"

"People of the Altays have saying." - spoke the Sarmatian - "do not divide the pelt of an unkilled bear."

"Are you saying we could lose?" - Sugubei asked. Doubts were filling his heart. This was not what he expected. The Khazarian army was odd. It had infantry and cavalry alike, and used both well.

"Let us not worry about that yet." - said the king - "I will enter my army now."

"What? But it is the reserve! We are taking risks that the Khan of Khans would not like..."

"He would like a defeat even less."
 
Aramu, the Sarmatian ruler, fought in many battles before. There were many scars and bruises on his face and hands. He saw many battles and wars. But never one as big as this.

'It would be a honor' - he thought - 'to die in this battle.'

Forward he charged, followed by other Sarmatians and the Mongol Khulans. The battle was going nowhere, and it was time to break the balance.

The Khazarian infantry probably thought it would have nothing to do now.

'We will give it a rude awakening.' - thought the Sarmatian. But he couldn't help but look at the Khazar Baghators. They were warriors worthy of respect.

---

Sharon blew the horn again. While a small group of Baghators remained to counter the Mongols, he and most of the Baghators charged at the Sarmatians and the Khulans. He blew the horn again, and again, and more Baghators charged down the hill.

Sharon closed his eyes as he cut into the middle of the Sarmatians who turned around to fight him back. His Baghators were fighting the Sarmatians courageously and with much zeal, yet they were this time fighting a more determined and organized opponent. Yet there was one more ace up the Khazarian sleeve.

As Sharon cut his way towards the the Sarmatian commander - their king, perhaps? - the other Baghators and the infantry charged from another direction.

---

Charging with a long spear was hard, so the spearmen took shorter spears, and charged downhill from the old farm. Ioseph prayed again, and ran as he never ran before. Straight at the Mongols and the Sarmatians. Following the lead of his Hundred's commander, another volunteer named Oran ha-Mahon, the young man and future military historian impaled one of the Sarmatian horses. The rider was taken by surprise. The infantry and other Baghators crushed into the Mongolo-Sarmatian cavalry, now forced to the defense, and the imperative was to crush it before the Mongols attack the vulnerable rear of the Khagan's Baghators.

Ignoring the horse blood on his face and hands, Ioseph attacked a Khulan and killed him, barely, but taking a wound. Ioseph barely avoided falling, and felt blood leave him.

O, Yehovah! Do not kill Your humble servant yet, for I am still young, and I still need to win the battle in Your Name and Eternal Glory!

Ioseph saw that several other volunteers were wounded or killed as well. They were, after all, not very well trained - unlike the Mongolo-Sarmatian savages.

Oran, a charismatic commander, lay wounded as well. Wounded... or dead. Either way, Ioseph realized that it was his duty to protect the corpse. He knew not what made him do so. He was behaving on the level of instincts, by now, and yet, the military honor demanded that he guard his commander's corpse. He stood up, barely, and prepared to fight the Mongols as long as he could.

---

"I know not what drove me to do that, o Wise Khagan." - Ioseph told the Khagan-Prophet on the day after the battle when the Khagan called him to a private audience - "I know not. But I believe it was He."

"Strange are His ways." - said Sharon in his sage voice - "He cares much for lives of his Chosen Peoples, and yet he gives soldiers bravery and honor. Why make the Chosen People die?"

"So that they might go to Gan-Eden."

"Indeed. It probably is." - Sharon smiled - "You fought bravely, like every other Khazar, Novgorodian and every Civilized man who came to the battlefield."

"And yet... I survived, instead of more worthy people."

"More worthy people went to Gan-Eden... but I am wrong. And so are you. All the Chosen People are worthy in the His Eyes. You survived, for you still have a destiny."

"Yes, o Great Khagan?"

"You, I believe, have a destiny." - said Sharon - "You say that you will be a scribe. A historian, as some call them. But you... you are a witness and a survivor of this great and epic battle."

"The task I think you should carry out is thus. I believe that you should write of this battle, write of its great victory as you saw it. Make it eternal thus. Make it remembered. For we must never forget the mortal danger to civilization that we defeated."

---

Again, and again, and again, the armies clashed. Two great armies - one of the Khazars, people of the steppes that settled down on the Itil and allied with the other civilizations to the west and representing the Civilization and the Europe, another - of Mongols, other steppemen that went on a campaign of conquest and allied with other steppe peoples and representing the Nomads and the Steppe.

The eternal Steppe, a world in its own, from which great conquerors emerged. It marched on, and on, and it seemed like it would never be defeated. Stopped, perhaps - but never fully crushed.

Neither side could win. Many Mongols and Sarmatians lay dead. Many Khazars and their allies died as well, in fact, only Khazars had serious presence in the remainders of the Civilized Army now.

There was to be no victory, it seemed, yet no army could allow itself to give in and retreat.

---

Alexander of Novgorod eyed the battlefield. It was unclear who was winning, but there still was a battle. He did not come too late.

He knew what he left behind. For many years did he protect Novgorod as a Regent, and guarded it against all external and iternal threats, crushing the rebel armies at Neva River and on Lake Peipus, on Moskva River and on the Kulikovo Pole. Yet even he could not overcome the powers of iternal strife. And the boyars themselves were becoming openly hostile.

It was thus that he decided to stop fighting to save the corpse of Novgorod, and rather to charge and save the allies of Novgorod. The ones who might later restore order in Novgorod for him, should he die.

Along with him came only the most loyal warriors. Brave bogatyrs and druzhiniks. They did not number much compared to the great armies facing there.

Yet they were fresh, and unexpected.

Alexander Nevskiy eyed the battlefield. Finally, he turned to his people and gave a short speech - one of those for which he was famous.

"The Mongol and Khazar armies are near. Khazars are our allies, Mongols are our enemies. Let us make sure that the Mongols know this - the Monotheistic Alliance is not an empty sound. And those of you who fear that we will lose and die - know this. We knew the odds all along. Now, follow me. To victory or death!"

"To victory or death!"

"TO VICTORY OR DEATH!"

"К ПОБЕДЕ ИЛИ СМЕРТИ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It was a beautiful sight. Alexander, on his white horse, pointed at the enemy with his sword. He charged, followed by other cavalry, while the infantry druzhina formed a line that was slowly, yet inevitably and mercilessly advancing at the Mongols like an avalanche.

Alexander took the Mongols by surprise. With surprise ease, he crushed and routed hordes of once-formidable Khulans, and to the cheers of the relieved Khazars, he charged on, and on, and on, forward and forward...

---

"This is it!" - yelled Sugubei - "I will have no more of this!"

He called a messanger.

"Chase the routers, and tell them that should I die, my ghost will haunt them and drink their blood, and should I survive, I will bury them alive!"

He then turned to his bodyguards.

"That's it." - he sighed - "We MUST stop the Nodians... the Novorodians... - how do they even pronounce this?! - now! This is our last chance! Khan will never approve a defeat!"

"Forward!" - he yelled as he jumped on his horse and abandoned his makeshift headquarters.

The bodyguards charged forth, towards the mess that was in the middle of the battlefield.

---

Alexander sighted the new opponent quickly, and he, along with thirty other bogatyrs, charged at the enemy general. His lance pointed forwards...

---

Sugubei noticed Alexander, and could not believe his luck. Maybe there still was a chance to salvage the situation! If the foolish Novgorodian commander is dead, his men will flee!

He readied his bow, and took aim, as did his bodyguards...

---

Several arrows hit Alexander. He felt his heart pierced, but just before dying, he urged the horse to charge, with what little strength remained, he charged at Sugubei...

---

Sugubei was taken aback. All of the sudden, the already-dead Alexander charged on, and his lance came close to Sugubei. That was not expected. The lance dug into his flesh. Perhaps it was fatal. Perhaps not. But it ruined the horse's balance, and it fell. Along with Sugubei. The bodyguards remained to defend his body, but were outnumbered, as the remaining Mongol forces were fleeing once more.

---

It was a defeat. A disaster. The Mongols were crushed, fleeing... humiliated.

The Heavenly Mandate had been preserved. Khazaria was saved.
 
NESes run: None yet.

Oui, that's the problem with you. You MUST start a NES, you can't be just a player forever. ;)
 
Oui, that's the problem with you. You MUST start a NES, you can't be just a player forever.

That's the problem, i need proper idea for the nes. And a rule set, i've been thinking about using your rules, but i still need to think this over.

And first i'd really need some sort of a setting for the nes. :)
 
Das, that was a good battle between us, and I quite liked your retelling of it, even through it was considered a defeat. But what is a great Empire without defeat?

Contempt
Generation: Fourth
NESes Run: 1 DOA
Favored Type: Everything except Disfavored
Disfavored Type: Industrial Ages
Favorite NES: stNNES III
Disapproves of: Toteone, Sheep2
Approves of: Alex, Jason, Amon, North King, Insane Panda, Stormbringer, Blackheart, Bananalee, Stalin, Joesef Stalinator, Goober, Gelion, Mattyb2, Cuivienen

That's it...I think.
 
Well, yes, my rules (any of them ;) ) are as always available to the entire NESing community (though you could buy them from me if you want :p ).

As for setting... well, there's always fresh start or historical. Other then that, well... what do you have in mind, really?
 
Das, that was a good battle between us, and I quite liked your retelling of it, even through it was considered a defeat. But what is a great Empire without defeat?

I quite agree, great battle. But CONSIDERED? One could hardly say it was a victory. ;)

Btw, did you recognize my stylization of our negotiations?
 
das said:
I quite agree, great battle. But CONSIDERED? One could hardly say it was a victory. ;)

Btw, did you recognize my stylization of our negotiations?

A stalement then, in either case, I was not happy with the results. I was hoping for a far deeper push into Eastern Europe. And no, I did not recognize your stylization of the negotiations. Care to enlighten a poor soul?
 
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