JalNES I: Quick and Easy
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Oruc
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Erez is Portugal or somthing called Maar in portugal
jalapeno_dude
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He still needs to send orders though...emu said:
I will be starting the update in a few hours, but those evil people who have not yet sent orders can continue to do so right through the update.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Eh. Waiting patiently to see how the gallawhatevers manage to escape this time ;].
jalapeno_dude
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Contempt and emu and adherence all sent orders, so you need to do the same.erez87 said:
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erez87 said:
Thats usually what I say, must be an older genetration thing.
The Thoughts of Terrades
General Terrades gazed down over the horizon. The rising sun caused him to squint slightly. This campaign, entrusted to him, would doubtlessly be the most important event of his life.
For King Andisallamash III of Ur was a wily leader. His Katarakti Infantry, the Medes would grudgingly admit, were a stroke of genius. They had singlehandedly rendered the Medes' chariots next to useless as an offensive weapon.
Terrades took a deep breath, tasting the dry air. A vague breeze rustled some scrubby bushes by his feet. He thought back to his home on the Caspian sea, his young son laughing as the waves crashed into him. Would they ever meet each other again? His beautiful wife, her dark hair and understanding smile, would he ever set his eyes upon her again?
It was up to him. A victory, and he would return home and bring glory to the Medes. A loss, and he would spend the rest of his life, however long it would last, fighting here.
In his heart, he knew it would not be a quick and easy fight. Those days had disappeared. The days of early expansion, the conquest of Babylon and Elam, were against weaker enemies in an earlier age. These are the days of late expansion. Ur was a strong nation with a skilled leader. Terrades briefly considered what the Medes could have done at the end of the Mesopotamian war, what if it had ended with the Medes proceeding to occupy weakened Ur? At the time they had been allies, but for what? The Medes could have as easily attacked Ur as they did Babylon. It had been an alliance of convenience. And after the war, it had gradually disintegrated. Ur thwarted Medean expansion, and trade stifled.
And with the rise of Andisallamash I, the situation suddenly became hostile. The Medean king at the time, Sarias II, had been a paranoid man, and believed that the rise of the new Sumerian dynasty was a direct threat, as great as the once-mighty Hittites. So he had intentionally started a two front war...
Terrades shook the thought from his head. Ifs and might-have-beens were not a thing for a general. He had to be a man of the present, regardless of what his thoughts of the past had been.
Turning back to look at his camp, life began to appear. Soldiers were leaving their tents, speartips and axeheads sharpened, and other preparations were being made.
The Medean General turned back, looking southwards once again.
Know thine enemy, and respect him.
Terrades stood by this piece of wisdom. He had studied the new weapons of Ur carefully, and knew that Andisallamash III was not a man to be dismissed.
But did Ur know their enemy? Terrades allowed himself a small grin.
"Sir!"
"Yes?"
"Our forces are ready. Shall we carry out our orders now?"
"The time has come, yes. Prepare the Khalishada."
"Yes sir." The officer bowed and jogged back to the camp.
Terrades gazed at the horizon again. Know thine enemy. He knew his. But did Ur know theirs? The Khalishada would determine that question.
It was just a question of 'when'...
General Terrades gazed down over the horizon. The rising sun caused him to squint slightly. This campaign, entrusted to him, would doubtlessly be the most important event of his life.
For King Andisallamash III of Ur was a wily leader. His Katarakti Infantry, the Medes would grudgingly admit, were a stroke of genius. They had singlehandedly rendered the Medes' chariots next to useless as an offensive weapon.
Terrades took a deep breath, tasting the dry air. A vague breeze rustled some scrubby bushes by his feet. He thought back to his home on the Caspian sea, his young son laughing as the waves crashed into him. Would they ever meet each other again? His beautiful wife, her dark hair and understanding smile, would he ever set his eyes upon her again?
It was up to him. A victory, and he would return home and bring glory to the Medes. A loss, and he would spend the rest of his life, however long it would last, fighting here.
In his heart, he knew it would not be a quick and easy fight. Those days had disappeared. The days of early expansion, the conquest of Babylon and Elam, were against weaker enemies in an earlier age. These are the days of late expansion. Ur was a strong nation with a skilled leader. Terrades briefly considered what the Medes could have done at the end of the Mesopotamian war, what if it had ended with the Medes proceeding to occupy weakened Ur? At the time they had been allies, but for what? The Medes could have as easily attacked Ur as they did Babylon. It had been an alliance of convenience. And after the war, it had gradually disintegrated. Ur thwarted Medean expansion, and trade stifled.
And with the rise of Andisallamash I, the situation suddenly became hostile. The Medean king at the time, Sarias II, had been a paranoid man, and believed that the rise of the new Sumerian dynasty was a direct threat, as great as the once-mighty Hittites. So he had intentionally started a two front war...
Terrades shook the thought from his head. Ifs and might-have-beens were not a thing for a general. He had to be a man of the present, regardless of what his thoughts of the past had been.
Turning back to look at his camp, life began to appear. Soldiers were leaving their tents, speartips and axeheads sharpened, and other preparations were being made.
The Medean General turned back, looking southwards once again.
Know thine enemy, and respect him.
Terrades stood by this piece of wisdom. He had studied the new weapons of Ur carefully, and knew that Andisallamash III was not a man to be dismissed.
But did Ur know their enemy? Terrades allowed himself a small grin.
"Sir!"
"Yes?"
"Our forces are ready. Shall we carry out our orders now?"
"The time has come, yes. Prepare the Khalishada."
"Yes sir." The officer bowed and jogged back to the camp.
Terrades gazed at the horizon again. Know thine enemy. He knew his. But did Ur know theirs? The Khalishada would determine that question.
It was just a question of 'when'...
jalapeno_dude
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@Contempt or anyone else: what should the capital of Yamato be? I can't find references to a capital city, just a capital province. Right now I'm using Ikaruga, the only city I could find a reference too.
Oruc
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call it Yamato city
Oruc
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I thought Yamato was on eastern most isle?
North King
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emu said:
Their power base was on the main isle, Honshu. Though they did unite all but Hokkaido, and held parts of southern Korea at their peak.
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North King said:
Oh I also got East and West mixed up for some reason, but luckily no one but me noticed......
jalapeno_dude
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So it should be Kyoto?
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Well, not Kyoto. According to one of my historical atlases (yes, I keep these by my desk all the time), the capital is actually Asuka. That is on the bulging peninsula that's on the main island; it's directly northeast of Shikoku's northeast tip.
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Historical Atlases are hard to find, I only have two history books and one of them is crap, you go to a history section in a book store and all they have is hitler and ww2
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ATTENTION.
We have assembled hundreds of workers more. Construction can begin tomorrow.
The sky was painted over in deep tones of orange and violet. One could see the landscape in the distance, slowly becoming a silhouette while the sun set into the horizon.
Eyes closed, Dapunta Hyang, King of Srivijaya, slowly nodded his head, showing his approval. He smiled, and thoughts of tomorrows undertaking swept into his mind. He could see the hundreds and hundreds of workers initiating on the greatest project the Srivijayan people have ever begun. The bright sun shining upon the expansive grounds, the workers busy, moving, building, creating. He could even hear the sounds of laborers striking stone and of footsteps shuffling.
Very well, he proclaimed, opening his eyes, work will commence at the sound of the horn tomorrow morning.
As you wish, Your Majesty. The royal advisor mentally recorded this order for the next day.
The King looked over the site chosen to build the monument to Srivijayan culture. To be laid down first were the foundations. Then, the walls of marble, stone, and the finest wood, creating numerous rooms and chambers. Soon after, lofty towers and stately finials. Decorations, furnishings, wares embellishing the halls and spaces within.
But what was more was the practical importance of it all. It would, after its creation, become the centre of an emerging Srivijaya. It would be here. It would be in this place that the present and future rulers of Srivijaya would govern.
Yes, he thought to himself, it shall be the beginning of a new moment in history.
He left the site, along with the stars emerging out of the night sky. Tomorrow, work would begin on what was to be the Imperial Palace of Palembang.
The sky was painted over in deep tones of orange and violet. One could see the landscape in the distance, slowly becoming a silhouette while the sun set into the horizon.
Eyes closed, Dapunta Hyang, King of Srivijaya, slowly nodded his head, showing his approval. He smiled, and thoughts of tomorrows undertaking swept into his mind. He could see the hundreds and hundreds of workers initiating on the greatest project the Srivijayan people have ever begun. The bright sun shining upon the expansive grounds, the workers busy, moving, building, creating. He could even hear the sounds of laborers striking stone and of footsteps shuffling.
Very well, he proclaimed, opening his eyes, work will commence at the sound of the horn tomorrow morning.
As you wish, Your Majesty. The royal advisor mentally recorded this order for the next day.
The King looked over the site chosen to build the monument to Srivijayan culture. To be laid down first were the foundations. Then, the walls of marble, stone, and the finest wood, creating numerous rooms and chambers. Soon after, lofty towers and stately finials. Decorations, furnishings, wares embellishing the halls and spaces within.
But what was more was the practical importance of it all. It would, after its creation, become the centre of an emerging Srivijaya. It would be here. It would be in this place that the present and future rulers of Srivijaya would govern.
Yes, he thought to himself, it shall be the beginning of a new moment in history.
He left the site, along with the stars emerging out of the night sky. Tomorrow, work would begin on what was to be the Imperial Palace of Palembang.
jalapeno_dude
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Nice story.
Thanks NK!
Thanks NK!
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