JalNES I: Quick and Easy

[jalapeno_dude]

@LittleBoots: Glad you're staying!

 

[~Darkening~]

that Tartessos can go from not having a navy at all to destroying my entire navy, along with Briton's.

Thats what annoyed me the most. Where did they get all of these ships? It was bad enough that I lost my entire fleet- 50 ships, more than most people have at the moment. You'd think some of them woul have the common sense to get away.

Ahem, Rome is not officially at war with anyone at war with Tartessos. A few Roman soldiers simply became too enchanted with the local women and decided to stay. Of course, there is the fact that we don't even know you exist...

For some reason I don't think I can trust that ;]. But, always prepared, just in case you try soemthing .

To Prussia
From Briton

We accept.

 

[North King]

Thats what annoyed me the most. Where did they get all of these ships? It was bad enough that I lost my entire fleet- 50 ships, more than most people have at the moment. You'd think some of them woul have the common sense to get away.

50 ships is nothing.

 

[~Darkening~]

50 ships is nothing

It was something- 5/8s of my entire navy- a hurting blow. Not enough to cause any real damage, but still enough to annoy me.

 

[North King]

It was something- 5/8s of my entire navy- a hurting blow. Not enough to cause any real damage, but still enough to annoy me.

I was more referring to how you said "more than some people at this point". While true, that still doesn't mean much to me.

 

[alex994]

For some reason I don't think I can trust that ;]. But, always prepared, just in case you try soemthing .

My, my, so testy. Of course, as much as the possibility of Rome waging war with Brittania in the years 600 BC in Tartessos appeals to me, it just isn't natural

Actually, you do, as Alsandair visited Rome and JD accepted that story as true.

Remind me again who Alsandair was? Nothing but a petty merchant Until there's an Eirehannese Ambassador residing in Rome, we don't have contact!

EDIT: I have 80 galleys!

 

[LittleBoots]

@ Darkening - I have IM'd as per request, but as yet have no reply. Caligulating = Me

@ Alex - Meh, we may not have contact, but you know who we are.

 

[~Darkening~]

The Commander​

“Left!”

The thunderous sound echoing through the courtyard of an entire division swerving on their feet to face in the given direction.

“Forward one!” The voice yelled out once more.

The deafening sound of a division stepping forward in unison echoing in the ears of the men. The sun beat cruelly down upon the men and sweat poured down the mens’ faces. Despite the heat they had tight bronze armor fit on their chests, while they had simple blood-red lower robes tied around their waists. A deep symbol was carved into the bronze, indicating the division and the general the men served under.

The men were gathered in the courtyard of the Imperial Armed forces building- a large expanse of land with a simple fountain running resting in the middle of the land and a low wall running around it. The men were all facing one man in particular- a simple man resting in the standard uniform and standing at the very front of the column. His short cropped, black hair hung loosely behind his neck and his eyes were set straight forward and were of the finest blue.

“One backwards!” The High King yelled, his voice barely registering over the thunderous men. In the past times of the kings of Brittania, the role of the highest military general was usually relegated to a trusted advisor of the king. But in the modern days of Briton, it was increasingly becoming a tradition where the King would accompany his troops to the battlefield- along with taking a large role in training them. The man wiped a bead of sweat off his brow before dismissing the troops for the day- the group had already been training for the entire day and night was fast approaching.

The man soaked up the last of the rolling sweat from his forehead before handing the towel off to his attendant and wandering out into the heart of Caer Troia. The town, founded some eight hundred years ago, was no longer a town- it was an active and growing metropolis. Where rolling countryside once stood, densely packed houses resided. Where the Thames once gently lapped at the river banks, extensive docks branched out across the river. It was rumored that some fifty-thousand people made their lives- along with their businesses- within the city.

The young King made his way from the Army training grounds to a wide road winding along the Thames. Dressed as a commoner, few of the average citizens strolling through the streets recognized their High King. He made his way through the crowds and cross a small bridge that forded the Thames before entering the Palace of Briton. The modern palace had been constructed after the tri-crisis to give credit to the newly chosen king.

The guards gave a slight nod the entering king and bowed before moving out of the way for the young King. He entered the Palace and made his way through a long, twisting corridor to reach a large conference room. Inside a number of minor generals stood around awaiting orders.

“Shall we commence the preparations?” A large, fat man asked with a glint in his eyes.

“Call up the third and fourth divisions.” The King said quickly, taking two sheets of paper off a table and handing them to the fat man. He turned to his side and grabbed another sheet. “Give the word for the second division to be ready for departure by the third month- and note that any stragglers will be court-marshaled.” He said, handing a sheet of paper to another man.

“What about the Scots, my king?” A third, older man asked with a slight concerned look on his face.

“Here.” The king said, shoving yet another sheet of paper into an awaiting hand. “The fifth division is to be made up of the Scots. The sixth is to be taken from the Welsh areas. Tell these men that they must serve their king in return for the privileges they have received- no matter the cost.”

“The fleets will be ready within the coming months. I have commissioned several hundred boat makers from Wessex and the lower Brittania to make the deadline.” Another man said, fidgeting nervously. “I am sorry to ask my lord, but how shall we pay for all these troops?”

“Simple- look to the past Admiral.”

“……..Of course……” The Admiral said, laughing. “Land! I should have thought of it before. There is an entire continent waiting to be taken by the right people- granted that you can get them to cross anyway.”

‘Oh, do not worry about that. They’ll cross once they realize the prospect they’ll be given. Imagine it- solving both the problem of conscription and the overcrowding of the cities with one strike! Now go! I must consult with my other generals before this day goes down.” The King said, rushing the various generals out of the room.

The admiral stopped in the door way for a second before uttering: “May the Great Mother bless us once again, High King Tyridus.”

In the coming months of war, the king would come to be know as the “the commander” for his lust of war. Whether they had intended it or not, the Romans and Tartessians had just unleashed an undefeatable force upon the continent.

 

[TerrisH]

hmm 700 Spearmen, 225 Archers(deducet from the merchent Marines), and Iron Age Technolagy, of course. Might as well round out my troops.

 

[Neverwonagame3]

You did agree i could join, right?

My nation's stats are a few pages back, and i have some diplomacy i want to do before sending orders.

 

[human-slaughter]

im sorry school just got a little over whelming a little to fast ill have to put my nation on NPC but hopefully ill be back

 

[andis-1]

Swiss, I think we should post our agreement here.

 

[Kal'thzar]

To League
From Sparta

Well an appropriate tribute would be large....just how much cash did you give Byzantium? Basically that amount would need to be given to us.

 

[North King]

So it's war that you want, then? Good, I have hungered for an offensive war for quite a while.

 

[North King]

For barbarism, savagery, and unwillingness to politely discuss diplomacy, the League of the Sea Peoples declares war upon the city state of Sparta.

 

[Luckymoose]

To: League of Sea Peoples
From: Carthage

Carthage would like Trade Agreements with the League if the League so wishes to increase trade.

 

[North King]

To: Carthage
From: League of the Sea Peoples

A trade agreement sounds most fine. We agree to lower tariffs on your goods, and enlarge patrols to stop pirates on goods to and from your country if you will do likewise.

 

[Luckymoose]

To: Carthage
From: League of the Sea Peoples

A trade agreement sounds most fine. We agree to lower tariffs on your goods, and enlarge patrols to stop pirates on goods to and from your country if you will do likewise.

Agreed let our nations flourish in this new trade endeavor.

 

[Swissempire]

Andis, okay.

Treaty of Eden​

1: Hostilities between the Maganese and the Sumerians shall cease.
2: The Sumerians shall be ceded all the former lands of Magan
3: The Former Maganese royalty and all those who fled with them, having intermixed with the Former Dilmun populance and grow to rule them and love the city, shall be recognized as the Rulers of Dilmun, now renamed Eden. Their soverignity and neutrality shall be recognized, and the Sumerian Empire shall agree to allow the Right of Passage and an Eternal NAP.
4: The Sumerian Royal Famiyl shall be returned to Sumeria except for their small Son who shall be married to our second daughter, to ensure good relation and prosperity.

Signed,

The Edenic Royal Family

 

[Swissempire]

Has Judaism been founded?