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Okay. I guess the first one is "Unleashing Hell", the second one "Fleet of the Sea Peoples". And my nation is The League of the Sea Peoples.
JalNES I: Quick and Easy
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jalapeno_dude
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Thanks. Added.North King said:
54 hours until deadline.
1/10 orders in.
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OOC: Orders sent.
Well, of course, someone would undoubtedly be able to stop the Sea Peoples at some point or another in their history. At the present, though, the answer to that enduring question was decidedly no one in the foreseeable future.
We had used the first completed ships of our fleet to give the already restless warriors of our armies a taste of blood. A few raids on Cyprus and Rhodesnothing large, of course, for that would draw the ire of larger powersbut raids nonetheless, which captured valuables from the villages that we had raided, and given them a little something to fear. It would enrich our nation, but barely concern the nations we were raiding. Taken together, the raids might be something important, but with nations so suspicious of each other, action would not be taken in time.
I relished the thought that they would only have a limited time of experience with us. That was the beauty of it allthese rocks and forests that we were leaving behind would truly be left behind. The Sea Peoples, the gathered tribes of the disaffected, exiled, and poor of the world, would leave their homelands forever, to crash down upon a distant shore, and conquer an empire of note.
It would seem suicidal to the very casual observer, of course. We would be leaving behind all means of a base to retreat to. We would be putting our lives into the seas hands. But that was the true genius of ituntil we finally secured ourselves a realm, we could not be pinned down, we could not be destroyed. And when we created the fixed base, the men who we led would know that they carved out the empire themselves. They did not fight for some ridiculous far off king who theyd never heard ofthey would be fighting for themselves. And when men fought for themselves, they fought ferociously.
Of course, the native peoples wouldnt be that happy at the prospect of us arriving. But after a while, they would get used to it. No nations that existed were proper nationsthey wouldnt rise up to kill the occupier unless they were fighting an obvious injustice. After a while, the idea of an independent nation would be only a vague memory to them. One king was much like the otherand the kings of the lands we were going to conquer were not nearly as charismatic as the glorious king Execles.
It was with this fresh in mind that I gathered up my own arms and armorleather cuirass, bronze greaves and helm, and long, sharp spearand bid my wife and our two remaining young children farewell, as I boarded the black hulled ship that would carry myself on one of these raids, to partake in the bloodlust, the plunder, the glory. Our target? Samaria. Canaan. Palestine.
Well, of course, someone would undoubtedly be able to stop the Sea Peoples at some point or another in their history. At the present, though, the answer to that enduring question was decidedly no one in the foreseeable future.
We had used the first completed ships of our fleet to give the already restless warriors of our armies a taste of blood. A few raids on Cyprus and Rhodesnothing large, of course, for that would draw the ire of larger powersbut raids nonetheless, which captured valuables from the villages that we had raided, and given them a little something to fear. It would enrich our nation, but barely concern the nations we were raiding. Taken together, the raids might be something important, but with nations so suspicious of each other, action would not be taken in time.
I relished the thought that they would only have a limited time of experience with us. That was the beauty of it allthese rocks and forests that we were leaving behind would truly be left behind. The Sea Peoples, the gathered tribes of the disaffected, exiled, and poor of the world, would leave their homelands forever, to crash down upon a distant shore, and conquer an empire of note.
It would seem suicidal to the very casual observer, of course. We would be leaving behind all means of a base to retreat to. We would be putting our lives into the seas hands. But that was the true genius of ituntil we finally secured ourselves a realm, we could not be pinned down, we could not be destroyed. And when we created the fixed base, the men who we led would know that they carved out the empire themselves. They did not fight for some ridiculous far off king who theyd never heard ofthey would be fighting for themselves. And when men fought for themselves, they fought ferociously.
Of course, the native peoples wouldnt be that happy at the prospect of us arriving. But after a while, they would get used to it. No nations that existed were proper nationsthey wouldnt rise up to kill the occupier unless they were fighting an obvious injustice. After a while, the idea of an independent nation would be only a vague memory to them. One king was much like the otherand the kings of the lands we were going to conquer were not nearly as charismatic as the glorious king Execles.
It was with this fresh in mind that I gathered up my own arms and armorleather cuirass, bronze greaves and helm, and long, sharp spearand bid my wife and our two remaining young children farewell, as I boarded the black hulled ship that would carry myself on one of these raids, to partake in the bloodlust, the plunder, the glory. Our target? Samaria. Canaan. Palestine.
Dreadnought
Deity
Wow. Giant volcano....ouch. Orders coming.
Why didn't I pay off the barbs? EDIT: oh I see now.
Why didn't I pay off the barbs? EDIT: oh I see now.
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The warrior hid behind a tree, barechested and tattooed like a demon. The others were slowly encircling the small group moving through the woods. These invaders would never know what hit them. He waited, patiently, for just the right moment... he was the leader, they would attack on his cue... just a moment more... A moment more...
He gave out a mighty whoop and ran out and tackled the one in the lead, his brethren rushed out, yelling as he had, leaping onto the unsuspecting intruders. They would be driven back, once and for all! Here and now!
"Aodh! Gerroff me! I'll tell mom! You made me spill my grain! You're gonna be in big trouble for this!"
Aodh released his sister from the pin and got up, breathing heavily from his exertion and grinning from his "warband's" victory. The other girls that had been following his sister from the fields got up, less angry and more shy than their leader (afterall, these children were not far off from the coming of age and their assailants were not all relatives...) as the boys from the village let them up from their surprise attack.
"Tha's what ye get fer invadin' our lands, ye foul foreigner!"
The chief's son burst into laughter, along with the rest of the eight year old warband. A young tribesman came running into the clearing.
"Aodh! Caoimhe! Yer father wants ye, its gettin' late!"
The assembled children returned to their village with the tribesman as things were winding down. The women were rounding up their children, the men were hanging up the meat. The sun was setting rapidly behind the trees.
After a token meeting of the tribal leaders, the tribe retired into their respective homes and Aodh took care to sleep near the door. He was often restless and enjoyed sneaking out under the cover of night. Tonight he would pretend to be a sentry and watch for tribal raiders. Not that there had been any for a while, but that made it all the more entertaining. And so, late at night, after his family had fallen asleep, he quietly crept out of the house and towards the outskirts of the village.
They were so quiet he almost didn't hear them. It was purely by mistake that he had caught a glimpse of one - he'd stumbled a little on a root and noticed a body behind a far off tree. Completely naked, painted in real warpaint. Fear gripped the young boy. A raider? He pressed himself tight up against the tree and said nothing. The raider moved silently once out of the woods on the grassy field that housed his village. The raider was fast, so fast. It was almost as if he was flying, possessed by some spirit. It was a dream. The sentry never saw him coming - the raider's knife was in the guard's throat before he could raise the alarm. The boy yet out a yelp, quickly stifled, but enough to alert a nearby sentry, who raised a proper yell before being gutted by the painted Nightmare. As the alarm was raised, the sky turned red with flaming arrows as they poured down upon his village, setting his entire life aflame. After a volley or two, though, the real terror began.
Out of the darkness of the nearby fields They came. With otherworldly screams, growls, roars They came. They ran, reaching the village just as the men of the tribe were making their way out of their dwellings. They were not Men... They were something far more terrible. Their skin was of metal, Their eyes, soulless and black. They could yell, yet they had no mouths. They had horns on their heads and wielded vicious axes so large no man could lift them. They cleaved men in two with a single blow.
The men of the tribe tried to resist, but it was futile. Most were killed before drawing a weapon, and those who did found their weapons largely useless against the metal skin of the Beasts. Soon it was realized that the fight was hopeless, and some men began trying to give up. They gave no quarter. They were not here for conquest, then, not for slaves. They were not men, no. They could not be. And then the young boy saw his father charge out of their hut, in full battle armour. The mightiest warrior of the tribe, he managed only to injure one of the Beasts before being felled by their unforgiving, uncaring, insatiable axes. Their hunger could not be filled.
In the midst of the confusion, the young boy crawled to the place where his father had fallen. The screams of the women and children could be heard, the older boys fighting and dying alongside their fathers. The boy reached the corpse and looked into its empty eyes. He began sobbing, oblivious to the terror around him. He was adrift without anchor and knew nothing of this world.
The sounds of battle died down, though the women's screams remained. The boy felt a pull on his shoulder as he was forcibly turned around. There before him stood one of Them, the devils that had burned all he knew to ash. The Fiend stood towering over him, as flames licked the sky behind him. It spoke.
"What is your name, boy?"
Aodh stammered, but was finally able to reply.
"A-A-A-Aodh"
"No. No, boy that is not your name."
He knelt down and leaned close to the boy, so close that Aodh could see there were eyes there after all, eyes beneath the metal skin. He yelped in fright, yet was largely paralyzed with fearful awe
"Your name is Galloglach. And we are many."
At that point, staring into those eyes that shone more fire than the Inferno his village had become, he would have traded all his years from this until the ending of his life for one more moment of careless childhood. Just a moment more... just a moment more...
He gave out a mighty whoop and ran out and tackled the one in the lead, his brethren rushed out, yelling as he had, leaping onto the unsuspecting intruders. They would be driven back, once and for all! Here and now!
"Aodh! Gerroff me! I'll tell mom! You made me spill my grain! You're gonna be in big trouble for this!"
Aodh released his sister from the pin and got up, breathing heavily from his exertion and grinning from his "warband's" victory. The other girls that had been following his sister from the fields got up, less angry and more shy than their leader (afterall, these children were not far off from the coming of age and their assailants were not all relatives...) as the boys from the village let them up from their surprise attack.
"Tha's what ye get fer invadin' our lands, ye foul foreigner!"
The chief's son burst into laughter, along with the rest of the eight year old warband. A young tribesman came running into the clearing.
"Aodh! Caoimhe! Yer father wants ye, its gettin' late!"
The assembled children returned to their village with the tribesman as things were winding down. The women were rounding up their children, the men were hanging up the meat. The sun was setting rapidly behind the trees.
After a token meeting of the tribal leaders, the tribe retired into their respective homes and Aodh took care to sleep near the door. He was often restless and enjoyed sneaking out under the cover of night. Tonight he would pretend to be a sentry and watch for tribal raiders. Not that there had been any for a while, but that made it all the more entertaining. And so, late at night, after his family had fallen asleep, he quietly crept out of the house and towards the outskirts of the village.
They were so quiet he almost didn't hear them. It was purely by mistake that he had caught a glimpse of one - he'd stumbled a little on a root and noticed a body behind a far off tree. Completely naked, painted in real warpaint. Fear gripped the young boy. A raider? He pressed himself tight up against the tree and said nothing. The raider moved silently once out of the woods on the grassy field that housed his village. The raider was fast, so fast. It was almost as if he was flying, possessed by some spirit. It was a dream. The sentry never saw him coming - the raider's knife was in the guard's throat before he could raise the alarm. The boy yet out a yelp, quickly stifled, but enough to alert a nearby sentry, who raised a proper yell before being gutted by the painted Nightmare. As the alarm was raised, the sky turned red with flaming arrows as they poured down upon his village, setting his entire life aflame. After a volley or two, though, the real terror began.
Out of the darkness of the nearby fields They came. With otherworldly screams, growls, roars They came. They ran, reaching the village just as the men of the tribe were making their way out of their dwellings. They were not Men... They were something far more terrible. Their skin was of metal, Their eyes, soulless and black. They could yell, yet they had no mouths. They had horns on their heads and wielded vicious axes so large no man could lift them. They cleaved men in two with a single blow.
The men of the tribe tried to resist, but it was futile. Most were killed before drawing a weapon, and those who did found their weapons largely useless against the metal skin of the Beasts. Soon it was realized that the fight was hopeless, and some men began trying to give up. They gave no quarter. They were not here for conquest, then, not for slaves. They were not men, no. They could not be. And then the young boy saw his father charge out of their hut, in full battle armour. The mightiest warrior of the tribe, he managed only to injure one of the Beasts before being felled by their unforgiving, uncaring, insatiable axes. Their hunger could not be filled.
In the midst of the confusion, the young boy crawled to the place where his father had fallen. The screams of the women and children could be heard, the older boys fighting and dying alongside their fathers. The boy reached the corpse and looked into its empty eyes. He began sobbing, oblivious to the terror around him. He was adrift without anchor and knew nothing of this world.
The sounds of battle died down, though the women's screams remained. The boy felt a pull on his shoulder as he was forcibly turned around. There before him stood one of Them, the devils that had burned all he knew to ash. The Fiend stood towering over him, as flames licked the sky behind him. It spoke.
"What is your name, boy?"
Aodh stammered, but was finally able to reply.
"A-A-A-Aodh"
"No. No, boy that is not your name."
He knelt down and leaned close to the boy, so close that Aodh could see there were eyes there after all, eyes beneath the metal skin. He yelped in fright, yet was largely paralyzed with fearful awe
"Your name is Galloglach. And we are many."
At that point, staring into those eyes that shone more fire than the Inferno his village had become, he would have traded all his years from this until the ending of his life for one more moment of careless childhood. Just a moment more... just a moment more...
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Yes, you probably will succeed. Though you'll need to find someone to trade with, of course (although you can probably get a limited amount of domestic trade).Lord_Iggy said:
5/10 orders. I love you guys!
North King
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The third of my children, Enyalios, who was of an age to go to war, was at my side when the ship loosed its ties to the docks of the harbor, casting off into the unknown ocean. We were father and son beside each other, plunging into this strange new world, and he was having the time of his life. Of course, I was rather more concerned for my sons safety than he wasand the glory and plunder seemed not quite so interesting anymore when the full realization that my beloved son and heir could die in our upcoming battles.
But he did not let me despair at allhe was the life of the ship when in the galleys, tossing about the most ribald jokes that sometimes even made my ears turn red, and in general lifting the spirits of the entire crew. So while still I dwelt somewhat about his healthiness in the upcoming war, I was not in terrible spirits while doing so, for Enyalios was so far living up to everything a soldier should be. Rather ironic, since he had not yet seen combat.
Otherwise, the sea was quite refreshingan excellent change from the dreary rocks of home. While the storms were frequent, I had never gotten seasick, and still did not even to this day, and the calm days and nights were as gorgeous as only this sea could produce.
It was a couple of more days of sea voyaging for us before we stopped in Cyprus at one of the smaller villages we had conquered and taken to use as a stopping point. It was a tiny, muddy affair, muddy from the recent rains that had taken place, but otherwise perfectly acceptablewe had the opportunity to eat real food for the first time in days, and that I would never object to. A night spent there, on the comfortable straw of a decent solid floor, and we were off again.
This leg of the voyage seemed to pass by much faster, as if all in a blur, most likely because by this point I was sincerely concerned as to the battles that were to be waged in the near future. If preliminary raids had indicated correctly, the states in Canaan were weak, and the land ripe for the taking. Here, if anywhere, was a place for the Sea Peoples to make their home. And here we would conquer.
On the sixth night of our voyage, we glimpsed the cedar shores of Canaan...
But he did not let me despair at allhe was the life of the ship when in the galleys, tossing about the most ribald jokes that sometimes even made my ears turn red, and in general lifting the spirits of the entire crew. So while still I dwelt somewhat about his healthiness in the upcoming war, I was not in terrible spirits while doing so, for Enyalios was so far living up to everything a soldier should be. Rather ironic, since he had not yet seen combat.
Otherwise, the sea was quite refreshingan excellent change from the dreary rocks of home. While the storms were frequent, I had never gotten seasick, and still did not even to this day, and the calm days and nights were as gorgeous as only this sea could produce.
It was a couple of more days of sea voyaging for us before we stopped in Cyprus at one of the smaller villages we had conquered and taken to use as a stopping point. It was a tiny, muddy affair, muddy from the recent rains that had taken place, but otherwise perfectly acceptablewe had the opportunity to eat real food for the first time in days, and that I would never object to. A night spent there, on the comfortable straw of a decent solid floor, and we were off again.
This leg of the voyage seemed to pass by much faster, as if all in a blur, most likely because by this point I was sincerely concerned as to the battles that were to be waged in the near future. If preliminary raids had indicated correctly, the states in Canaan were weak, and the land ripe for the taking. Here, if anywhere, was a place for the Sea Peoples to make their home. And here we would conquer.
On the sixth night of our voyage, we glimpsed the cedar shores of Canaan...
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Hey Iggy, want to send orders, since you don't seem to be getting much work done on your update?
Dreadnought
Deity
In this NES is being isolationist not so good?
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Well, it will decrease your chance of getting lots of trade eco...Dreadnought said:
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
24 hours until deadline.
8/10 orders in.
I need orders from Alex994 and Iggy.
8/10 orders in.
I need orders from Alex994 and Iggy.
North King
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We crept up on the city in the black of the night. Perhaps if we had seen it in broad daylight it would have been even more impressiveas it were, all we realized were that the menacing, looming black shadows were not mountains, they were buildings, and that a city larger than anything we had seen in our lives was looming over us.
There were at least a hundred ships in our flotilla, but they seemed dwarfedeven though we knew that we would likely have the upper hand in numberstheirs being bled by Hyksos incursionsit still seemed as though we were insane, mad to be taking on such a monumental human construction to be taken.
The biremes of our fleet had muffled oars for just this taskwe moved right to the shore, next to some of the most imposing buildings of the city, tied up at the quays, and moved out into the night among the shadowed streets.
My heart was beating so loudly that I was sure that someone would hear it, that someone would call the alarm because I had not been able to quell my own nerves, but the sentries must have been lax, for by the time we began to attack in earnest, it was still a complete surprise. My ship had been assigned to secure the treasurya coveted assignment that I had managed to secure from the king himself, and we came upon the building, its torch lit windows spilling light onto the streets. We merely added blood to that which was already spilling.
My first spear thrust caught one of the sentries in the shield, smashing the cedar wood aside, as he opened his mouth to call the alarm to the rest of the men. It was admirable that he was trying to save them rather than himself, but I swung my spear in a blinding arc and thrust the pointed but into his head, punching through flesh and bone and killing him instantly.
My sons quarry had been harder to defeat, and though I wheeled to help the lad take down the savage warrior, he went down with a javelin in his chest, shrieking. It was the end of our surprise, and we burst into the building before they could close the gates on us.
It was savage fighting inside the buildingthe warriors who garrisoned the building were obviously protecting the treasures of the city, something that they very much did not want to give up. But we outnumbered them. My own view of the fighting was in sharp bursts, in breaths, in spear thrusts, but when I had killed my third guard, it was clear to me that the fighting was over, as we swarmed around the last few remaining guards and killed them.
The treasury rooms themselves were harder to get to, but posting men to watch the door with the promise that we would give them some loot, we managed to bash open it nonethelessand a vast array of gold, silver, and gems lay before our eyes. I told the men to be quick about it, because we really needed to keep quite a bit of loot around so it could be evenly distributed to the whole armyso they stuffed a few extra bits into their cloaks, hiding them from the casual observer, not that many would care, given that others would get their own trinkets from wherever they were attacking.
For myself, I searched the roommostly full of coins, of which I took severalbut also filled with several valuable objects. I claimed as my own a necklace for my beloved wife back home, and took smaller, animal-wrought pieces for my two young sons, and then I was done.
By the morning, the city was captured entirelythe populace were herded outside, and we began the long and tiring process of burning the thing down. We saved the building stones, of course, for we were going to rebuild the site, but the citys grand and glorious buildings were destroyed. The populace was silent, presumably infuriated at the burning of their citybut it could not be helped. The city had to be burnt, so that a new and grand city could be built in its place.
Hopefully, at least, the city would be grand. It would take much sweat and toiling on our part, but this raiding was only the beginning of itour own people would be shipped over from our faraway homeland, and we would build a kingdom in Palestine. The kingdom of the Sea PeoplesPhilistiniathe first of many nations to join the League of the Sea Peoples.
There were at least a hundred ships in our flotilla, but they seemed dwarfedeven though we knew that we would likely have the upper hand in numberstheirs being bled by Hyksos incursionsit still seemed as though we were insane, mad to be taking on such a monumental human construction to be taken.
The biremes of our fleet had muffled oars for just this taskwe moved right to the shore, next to some of the most imposing buildings of the city, tied up at the quays, and moved out into the night among the shadowed streets.
My heart was beating so loudly that I was sure that someone would hear it, that someone would call the alarm because I had not been able to quell my own nerves, but the sentries must have been lax, for by the time we began to attack in earnest, it was still a complete surprise. My ship had been assigned to secure the treasurya coveted assignment that I had managed to secure from the king himself, and we came upon the building, its torch lit windows spilling light onto the streets. We merely added blood to that which was already spilling.
My first spear thrust caught one of the sentries in the shield, smashing the cedar wood aside, as he opened his mouth to call the alarm to the rest of the men. It was admirable that he was trying to save them rather than himself, but I swung my spear in a blinding arc and thrust the pointed but into his head, punching through flesh and bone and killing him instantly.
My sons quarry had been harder to defeat, and though I wheeled to help the lad take down the savage warrior, he went down with a javelin in his chest, shrieking. It was the end of our surprise, and we burst into the building before they could close the gates on us.
It was savage fighting inside the buildingthe warriors who garrisoned the building were obviously protecting the treasures of the city, something that they very much did not want to give up. But we outnumbered them. My own view of the fighting was in sharp bursts, in breaths, in spear thrusts, but when I had killed my third guard, it was clear to me that the fighting was over, as we swarmed around the last few remaining guards and killed them.
The treasury rooms themselves were harder to get to, but posting men to watch the door with the promise that we would give them some loot, we managed to bash open it nonethelessand a vast array of gold, silver, and gems lay before our eyes. I told the men to be quick about it, because we really needed to keep quite a bit of loot around so it could be evenly distributed to the whole armyso they stuffed a few extra bits into their cloaks, hiding them from the casual observer, not that many would care, given that others would get their own trinkets from wherever they were attacking.
For myself, I searched the roommostly full of coins, of which I took severalbut also filled with several valuable objects. I claimed as my own a necklace for my beloved wife back home, and took smaller, animal-wrought pieces for my two young sons, and then I was done.
By the morning, the city was captured entirelythe populace were herded outside, and we began the long and tiring process of burning the thing down. We saved the building stones, of course, for we were going to rebuild the site, but the citys grand and glorious buildings were destroyed. The populace was silent, presumably infuriated at the burning of their citybut it could not be helped. The city had to be burnt, so that a new and grand city could be built in its place.
Hopefully, at least, the city would be grand. It would take much sweat and toiling on our part, but this raiding was only the beginning of itour own people would be shipped over from our faraway homeland, and we would build a kingdom in Palestine. The kingdom of the Sea PeoplesPhilistiniathe first of many nations to join the League of the Sea Peoples.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Alex I see you! Send orders!!!!!!!!
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: I'm on invisible! How can you see me Orders in around 1 hour 
Orders in around 1 hour
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
9/10 orders in. Just need Iggy's...
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Stop pressuing him jalapeno! His update is more important then orders (You can always edit his parts in )
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