JNES: Learning to Walk

[Jason The King]

Its erez's calender. And front page has a link to the map now.

Yes, disnefranchised.

Update will be around the time I get most of the orders.

 

[Kentharu]

hey, about the story bonus, what if you only write 1 or 2 stories per update? i mean can i atleast get a little something?

 

[andis-1]

@ Jason, how many UU's we can have, I mean, can I change my spearmen to nurmaferian spearmen as an example? They wouldn't differ much from the original ones, but would still be different unit type or something like that...

EDIT: Or in other words, can we create our own military units? Those who want to make themselves unique military would post here a description of it. What do you think?

btw Toplans are those barbarians east from me?

 

[Kentharu]

Curz’s Log Strophe 12, 240​

I am the simple cook, the slave, naïve to the ways of kings and queens. This I give to you, in my first climb to power. Nah flight to power! For I am now the leader of all who fear the mountain. You know nothing yet, for I have never been seen by eyes so prying. I am Curz, the king of slaves, the monarch of those shadowy things you never think of. Or so they thought, oh but to shame I would put them!

I shall start with my stumbling into a meeting of some importance. For you see, I had been caught steal, the penalty of theft was death, or the removal of the thieves tools, which in this case was my hands, and I desperately need my hands! How else am I suppose to eat, and sleep, and steal. To me at that time, it was a must. More so, I would never be able to play my lovely drums. And everyone loves drums right?
Back to my original dilemma, I needed a way out so, with my all knowing mind, I devised a plan. Now mind you, at the moment I was in chains, being held by quite a large man, before the leader of our entire nation, who was talking with his advisors on how to quell the barbarian tribe they had encountered, who at that moment look very unhappy. What luck I have

“Elder Guten Runner I have…”

“not now I’m busy”

“but Elder Guten Runner he stole”

“you’ve got a brain right? Then deal with it”

“but Elder Gu…”

“I said deal with it, now how do we get ride of these barbarians, kill them? We hardly have enough swords, even if they are “high trained”

This is where I come in, with my all knowing mind and what not.

“may I interrupt for a moment” at this point my voice was rather small, since the brute that was caring had sufficiently choked me half to death. “what if we you just made peace with them?”

“what was that? Guard let him go before he dies”

The guard of course, released me immediately and upon my arrival with the ground and kicked him rather hard, though it didn’t do much to him in terms of harming him.

“as I was saying, why not make peace with them? We have of course, found iron supplies in the mountains above, it is worth a lot, and even more so to those barbarians, why not give them a bit as say ‘we won’t harm you at all if you join us, and here is a gift to prove it’”

“he has a point”

this was when one of his snot nosed advisors spoke up, in his rather high-pitched and severely annoying voice

“but he is just a boy Elder Guten Runner, how would he know anything of such important matters”

“did I ask you Kre? Well? No I didn’t so please shut up, continue boy”

“thank you Elder Guten Runner, as I was saying, make peace with the barbarians, let them see that the graciousness of the Mahabrith people and also you, mainly you lord, so you gain both the loyality of those barbarians, land, more people for you to command and, effectively, more warriors to do your bidding, see, it all works out for you and only for the small cost of a few iron bars, good deal isn’t it?”

“indeed it is, guard remove these chains from this boy at once, and you Kre get out of here and get this boy some robes, clean, and give him your tent you boy, you are my new advisor come we shall go to this barbarians and give them your offer”

“you have chosen wisely Elder Guten Runner”

Quite spiffy isn’t it? That is how I came to power, no longer a thief but a Elder advisor! Amazing what my all knowing mind can accomplish, especially with my hands intact.

 

[Israelite9191]

On the Manrix Monarchy
When the Manrix first settled on the Isle of Farsind, there leader was the eldest person in the tribe who was supported by the other elders. In other words, no exact organized system. Once the people settled down, the nation grew larger and this system was no longer effective. Meanwhile, a class system developed. Potter's on top, grape growers next, then olive growers, then merchants, then sailors, then soldiers, then artists, then shipwrights, then other cratsman, then fishermen, then farmers, and finally laborers. While for the msot part the other classes could intermarry and people could move from one class to the other, the potter's class became almost entirely hereditary. This lead to the potter's becoming the nobility. One family rose above the others to become the Manrix kings. The first king was named Seroxic I, thus, the Manrix royal line became known Seroxician line. Established in the city of Potter's Bay, they are famous for being benevolent and disregarding class distinctions when it comes to the bettering of society. In fact, they spend the ages between 16 and 25 living in a fisherman, framer or laborer family for a period of three years each.

 

[JosefStalinator]

The History of Doleatopia, Chapter 4: The Democratites Strike Back

We last left our savior Dole as he was marching off to duel his former best friend and now leader of the loyalist democratites. If he won the duel he would defeat the democratites holding out in Doleatopia, but if he lost his rebellion would collapse and once again the people of Doleatopia would suffer under democratite tyranny.

Dole marching off to duel with Judas

The two met in a neutral field west of the city, where a throng of people gathered around to watch the epic battle.

Judas, being well trained in the art of war, wielded a large broadsword, while Dole used the weapon he was most suited to, a large scythe (both also had back up short swords on their sides in case their weapons were deflected away)

The duel began about noon on the first day, and for nearly 2 straight days the exhausted men took swipe after swipe, neither strong enough nor willing enough to harm their former friend. It was on this day they agreed to rest for one day, then resuming the duel the next.

This was also the same day the Khan of the Democratites arrived just West of Doleatopia...

As the great Dole was returning to his tent, to sleep for the next 24 hours in preparation, two armed guards stormed into his tent. They seized him by the arms and hauled him off into an awaiting ox cart, where he was brought to a huge series of tents, more than the Great Dole had ever seen before.

In the Grandest tent of all, he was dropped, and as he looked up he immediately recognized the Khan of the Democratites himself, sitting atop his golden throne imbued with the names of all the past Kings of the democratites.

The King's Tent

 

[Xen]

*to counter the self-purported sappiness of NK’s story, I will now entertain you with a story of manly bravado, a daring tale of swarthy heros bashing each others heads in. All written in Homeric style, of course.

Numerius the Victor; Champion of Avernum

Tell me, O’ muse, of the champion of House Milavae, those war like folk of the Aventine hill That brave man, sent on his way to sack the citadel of Davia, and so champion our cause, that daring man, who did duel with son of the prince of Daveum mount, and who afterwards now roams our land a champion of our people, sent by mission of our gods to do his good will in our lands and set an example for his sons, and those of others. Tell me, O’ muse, Numerius Milavae, Champion of Avernum

The house of Milavae, that family that sits atop the Aventine, and are beloved by the people for being one of them, but being a house where great men stride forth from giving them greatness was not unopposed to war, and many from that house and the others sought to get ready for the deed, as many had sons or relatives whom called themselves a soldier; and all sought to gain glory through courage, strength and skill of arms on the plain of Daveum mount once their march brought them to that land.

The strong house of Milavae prepared for the event with a fervor, through the rolling seasons, and offering their gifts to the gods, they prepared their sons- that large family, sending nearly 30 of its sons off to the march once the pact with Reminum was sealed, and our two lands where united, and first amongst these was brave Numerius, a young man, but of the average age of the host sent of that house, armed in resplendent armor crafted by Pullix of the town of Creino on the river mouth. The youth that had slain a lion, and he who at the turn of manhood had marched with members against brigands in the souther wood. This was the man who was leader of his house, and a marshal of the Avernite forces brave and good as was demanded, he lead those men of the third prong, that host that was made of horsemen of Reminium stock, and those hard men, the Dervishes of Avernum

Of course, it was in this host, the top of those marshaled by Avernum that was to go against the extraordinary men of Davia, that land, not graced by noble rule of the masses, is a princedom, in prior generations ruled by a wise prince, who knew justice in his day, and when the old king of Avernum had fled to his gates, he sent him back in accordance to the justice of our land- but those noble men had long since past, and the line of Kings had weakened in spirit and temperament, but not in voracity of battle

Champion of the Davian forces was the young prince sent by his father, and trained in all ways of war, the prince Litonus, a young and strong headed man, in many ways the equal of Numerius, in some his superior, and in others his inferior, as it is said no man was more skilled with a Pike then he, but Numerius was champion of the close quarter sword, though regardless, Litonus was a hard bitten youth, ridden rough by his father and cruel because of this, he inspired both bravery and fear from his men, to whom he gave no quarter when folly had become of them. This prince of battle had his heart then set once the scouts related after their marginal victory at the Cuadine hills, fresh as he was from this victory, that the champion of the Avernum was himself on his way to Davia (unbeknownst to them that their was yet a different column, also on approach) and so he marshaled his guard, his Retarii troops, and his horsemen, and set off to meet Numerius and his column in near the hills of the Caladan forks, by the river Aeo.

So hasty those men where to depart to gain for themselves spoils from the prime host of Avernum, that when the alarms of the city signaled that a greater army had marched from the east that they could not be gotten back, and the marshals of the city had to do battle without their prince, as hard bitten as he was, who inspired the men of his city. And the Davians marched and lost the days when fighting in the hills around the town of Sanguinio, and the day was won for Avernum in sight of the Hilltop fort of Davia itself.

With both nations claiming a victory, though Avernums claim far more pressing, the tide of the war would rest with the small clash of forces by the river Aeo, at the Caladan forks, where the champion men of both nations would clash, in the shadow of the shrine of Eponus, god of the Horse. And as it was not a huge battle; a clash of around 700 men from each side, their was not a huge order of battle drawn up, so much as a hasty charge by both parties, eager for the blood of their enemies. The Cavalray of each side taking on, and preoccupying the cavalry of the other in the immediate vicinity of the river, it was in the vale of two great hills that Numerius, champion of Avernum, and Litonus, Prince of Davia and their men clashed- the rapid and furious fighting ensued; the Avernites where charged however, hell intent on making up for their loss at the Cuadine (they did not know of the victory at Sanguinio) and in their voracious charge soon overcame the host of Davia. But it was apparent, both to the routed Davians, and the victorious Avernites that the real victor would be decided in the clash between the two titans of the day, in the duel of Numerius and Litonus.

They began their fight in the average manner, first casting spears at each other, and following closely by close combat; Litonus had sought o keep his long spear in had, and sought to thrust at Numerius, and skewer him, but Numerius, having known the reputation of that man, had raised his shield and angle to deflect the pike, and so come into closer with a sword, where it was he whom was the superior fighter.

Rushed Litonus dropped his pike, useless as it was to him then and drew his sword and went immediately to a thrust, but parried by the man of Avernum, who followed suit with a deep slash; the fury of combat continued for nearly an hour, with the ranks of men; the otherwise victorious Avernites, and the much decimated but still Loyal Davians awaiting the outcome, many wanting already to flee; but if their lord was to survive they would be shown no mercy afterwards.

The end to the challenge came with a thrust; a deflected blow by the Davian prince, who was going to soon follow up with a great slash from the side was a mere to late, as the coiled strike of Numerius had awaited its opportunity keenly, and struck true it did, in a feat fo strength, puncturing the finely wrought armor of Litonus, and sending him to his knees, coughing and gurgling, in his throes of death. The cheer from the Avernite host was a chorus, and the mainstay fo Davians so fled, some back to their city, some into the country side to flee for good, to await the victor of the war in peace. Of the men that were left, Numerius allowed them to take their lords body back to their palace on Daveum hill, to show their higher lord, their king. And so those men did, and their king lamented, unsettled by his sons death, and the destruction of his finest marshaled forces. And to Numerius, who had achieved a great victory over those men of the mount, they met up with the men who won the day at Sanguinio, and honors were conferred to him thusly.

 

[Jason The King]

Denin War Phase 3

Satisfied with progress made in the first battle, the Gargari king leads his army even deeper into the plains, where he meets the returning Denin army. The two clash, but with greater lust and many more men, the Gargari take the advantage. Hundreds die in this battle. The Gargari form a position that looks more like teeth from a dragon, and with it, the swordsmen are able to encircle the Denin force as they charged. But the Denin general is no fool. A reserve force from the east was let loose, a band of nearly 200 horsemen, who break the Gargari eastern group and allow a retreat for Denin soldiers, who make it to the city, behind safe walls.

Meanwhile in the east along the beach head, the Gargari forces from the boats land and walk from their border to the Denins, thinking they could surround the Denins against the beach head. Again, the Denins are not fools. Instead of being surrounded or defeated, they take towards the capital.

In the end, six hundred Gargari and nine hundred Denin lay littered across the flat Zulgoti plains. And even though the Gargari are winning this war, their men are becoming more and more battle weary and their upkeep is soaring.

 

[Disenfrancised]

A speech to the Gargari solders by the Karkryekoj himself

For months we have fought; across the roaring seas, the sweeping plains, and the mountainous spires we have fought. And now, finally, we reach an end. We came to this land seeking a new home, only to find than once more the blades of others are turned against us. But this is not the mountains, this time will be different - we are united in blood, and united we stand!

The foe who took up arms against us has fallen back to his city and hides there, they rejected a fair offer of peace, let us see if they will accept the unfair one we offer at the ends of our blades! To each strong warrior who has marched so far at the behest of the Kryekeshi we give as much plunder as he can carry, if not more! And new farms and lands for the all the kryekoj *. This will be the making of the Gargari people - what we have gained these days will never leave our hands!

Let us march now, to Poltia, and lay the fruits of this war at the Denin Kings door!



*Subclan of a few score men, also the title given to the representative of this subclan on the Kryekeshi council.

OC: next war I'm getting me some cavalry
@Jason I've sent the final war orders and the update orders in one PM

 

[andis-1]

so jason, what u say about that army thingy...

 

[das]

Jason, I'll send orders tommorow, alright?

 

[Xen]

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[Disenfrancised]

It seems college is...distracting Jason form his NESes

<.<
>.>

 

[andis-1]

Agree! I suggest we sabotage his studies so that he will get kicked out from college, then he will have all the time he needs to concentrate on neses...

 

[Kal'thzar]

Do you know whats worse that that "naughty" smilie

Its the one with the popes hat.

 

[Xen]

It seems college is...distracting Jason form his NESes

<.<
>.>

more like the NES is distracting Jason. at least, thats how I view this abominable addiction.

 

[das]

abominable addiction.

Burn the heretic!





Don't forget, Jason is supposed to update the other one first.

 

[Xen]

bumpitty bump bump

 

[Kal'thzar]

Jason or an update?

That young immature and stupid.

I loved it.

 

[Jason The King]

As I always say, I will update when I have time