LINESII- Into the Darkness

[Swissempire]

Peace=baaaaddd...

And the Ascendants are not legendary. They are a seperate "race" of people who migrated form the Metal Mountains to the Jungles of the Swade, and since thye were so much more powerful and lived longer, they were seen as the closest thing to the Gods there could be. And Wubba, unless your tribal leader is actually a descendate of the Swade, no you cannot have the 6th Ascendant.... I thought your dude was a unitor of tribes, a native?

 

[~Darkening~]

To Veritas
From Davar

It'll just be occupied by Oneist (Veritas, Davar, Tristaria, etc.) troops until the war is over and peace secured.

We would appreciate it if you didn't decide to set our foreign policy anymore. No offense, but we'll choose when to come and if necessary when we should vacate. We still will however, dedicate a force to assist you. But we wish to inform you that we ending our alliance mainly because of the confusion that it has brought.

To Veritas, Emor, and Tristaria
From Davar

To ensure the safety and well being of all our peoples, we propose a defensive alliance among our peoples. If one of our nations is invaded, then war will occur on a united front among us until they invader is pushed back or the invaded chooses to accept peace. However, if a member goes and invades another country; they may ask for help but it would not be immediately decided.

Okay, now for the story. And yes, I know this story would likely remind people of something.

Crash & Clash​

The girl leaned closer to the horse’s neck, lowering her body underneath the overhead brush. Her long blond hair flew in the wind, forming a long arc behind her head. The horse was already going at full pace, and yet she feared that she would not make it across the mountains in time. For four days the girl had pounded over the terrain, crossing the flat lands to the western hills. Now she was breaking speed over the Kalmar mountains, desperate to make it over in time. Her mission was simple: reach the first imperial division and inform them of what happened. She had instructions from Triniel Brika to inform Moniel Ignus of the coup d'état.

The country was up in arms over the seizure of power. Only sixty days ago the Kali had passed away in his sleep, leaving the country without an heir. The Diniel, seeing the vacuum of power, immediately halted his progress westwards and doubled back around. And within five days after the Kali’s passing he was in Dava and seizing control of the throne.

But, there was opposition to the Diniel’s rule. First, the many defectors claimed, the man was not of any royal descent. He was obnoxious, had a violent temper, and was known for hasty decisions. Many generals disliked the man, and they did not support his claim to the throne. The country was quickly disintegrating into civil war, which could easily have swung either way.

The country was virtually split into two combating sides. The Diniel had the support of much of the younger generals; with his support lying mostly in the central lands, with his capital at his hometown at Lone. He could easily count on the middle of the country to support him. And just two weeks into the coup he had gathered a huge army of around ten-thousand- made up of his thousand professional men, some thousand odd mercenaries, and the rest were peasants from the crowded cities- and marched on the capital city. Dava was still barely holding out, with no real chance of surviving the assault.

The other side was a loose coalition, not really having a real leader. Their domain was made up of the rural cities and populace. Only the remaining small generals and older ones consisted were aligned in the pact. Many of the generals wanted power for their selves, and such worked together only when it benefited them. Needless to say, they had been losing the war so far.

So Triniel Brika had sent her to get the Moniel. The man had secretly confided in the girl that he believed that the man was the country’s only hope for a united future. He was the grandson of the extremely popular general, had been recently appointed as the highest general, and controlled the most disciplined army in the east. Brika also believed that the people would support his claims to the throne.

Digging her knees into the sides of the horse, she urged it on forwards up the rocky path. Time, the eternal enemy, was growing ever closer.

Outside the 1st divsion camp​

“My lord, there is a messenger waiting in the mess hall for you.” The guard spoke clearly, stepping briefly into the large tent. Set in the middle of the camp, it was clearly the largest tent in the compound. It was illuminated in the night sky with four lanterns hanging in the corners and one sitting on the large table that rested in the middle. A thin carpet was laid out over the ground, with other various particles of furniture set up throughout the tent. “………Moniel?” The guard asked again.

“……Huh?” The Moniel asked, suddenly snapping back. “What?”

“I said there’s a messenger waiting out in the mess tent for you. She is very adamant about seeing you right away.”

“Alright, tell her I’ll be there shortly after we finish up here.” He said, motioning to the gathered group. The group was gathered around the large table, looking over a detailed map of the west. Made up of senior sergeants, the group held surprising sway over the highest general.

“Yes my lord.” The guard said, before exiting the tent through the front flap.

“……Anyways, I believe that we should go through the Crasiesh valley and then into Khermi.” One of the older members said.

“Or,” Another countered, “We could strike through the Dardenall pass and strike at the northern divisions. They’d never expect it.”

“Or maybe we should take action against the Shalamari over the Fresdan? A quick assault to knock them back, and then continue?”

“………I’m sorry.” The Moniel said before getting up. “I must meet with that messenger, you know. It’s rude to keep one waiting.” Then he walked out of the tent into the pouring rain. “We’ll discuss this again when I return. You’re on leave for right now.”

The rain continued pouring down through skies, blanketing the camp in a torrential rain. The ground was already turning muddy from the rain, and the men were huddled under the various grouping of tents. Based in the Hreank valley of Veritas, the camp had made great progress. In a matter of sixty days, they had crossed the Verals and the Kalmar and made movement into the middle of Veritas. Thunder broke again over the sky, with a few second flash accompanying it later. The man quickly made his way under the cover of the tents to the mess hall.

“Moniel?” The messenger asked, stepping forward as soon as he walked into the tent.

“……Uh, yes” He stuttered. The girl had long blond hair that was slack with rain against her head. With typical Aryan personality, she had light blue eyes and was of average build. Her clothes were still dripping with rain.

“I have an important message for you, my lord. It’s from Triniel Brika.”

“Yes?” He said, stepping forward eagerly. The friendship between the two men was well known in the country. In fact, it was because of the friendship that the Triniel ever got his post anyway.

“He says that you must stop your progress now.” She said with a serious look upon her face.

“What?”

“He says that you must halt your movement and return to the capital.” She repeated again with a tone of seriousness.

“Did he say why?”

The girl looked nervously around, making sure the mess hall was empty, before continuing. “My lord…Kali Zeri has passed away some two months ago.”

The Moniel paused for the briefest second. “………And?”

“He had no heir my lord to take the throne.”

“Yes?”

“………Diniel Namir has seized the throne, my lord.”

“What?”

“Some thirty days after the Kali passed away, Diniel Namir gathered an army and took control of Dava.”

“You’re kidding me right?”

“No my lord. The country is up in arms over his actions.”

“…What about the Triniel?”

“He’s taking part in a coalition to stop him. Right now through, the Peniel and Seniel are the leading forces. They are planning on taking power for their own beings, and with their combined armies they are a major threat.”

“………What about the rest of generals?”

“They are all aligned by now, I presume. Last time I knew, It was the Triniel, the Octaniel, and the Heptaniel against the rest. The Diniel has virtually no support other than the higher classes.”

“………I’m sorry, but I have to go. Time is running short, and I must do something about this.”

“What shall you do my lord?” She called after him as he exited the tent. He paused for a second in his step before continuing on, ignoring the girl’s question. He quickly made his way through the labyrinth of passages back to the headquarters before he busted back inside of the tent. Lightening struck again as the man stormed into the command center.

“My friends,” He thundered over the deafening thunder, “I am calling a meeting. Have the men meet at the gates. Go now.”

“But my lord, it is raining like hell out there!” One sergiá protested.

“I said do it!” He snapped, shoving some clothes back into their respective bags.

Near the entrance of the camp.​

“My friends,” Moniel Ignus began; yelling over the rain and thunder, “We have been betrayed by one of our own!” He paused for the usual expected echo of surprise from the men. “I am saddened to tell you that sixty days ago our lord Juri passed away in his sleep.” The crowd broke out in anger again.

“And I am even sorrier to tell you that High Lord Diniel has betrayed us all! Only a month after the Kali’s passing, he seized power! Gathering his support from the rich nobles, he gathered a huge army and marched on Dava!” The crowd broke out into angry cursings.

“There is more! Declaring him the rightful imposter; several of the niels have declared theirselves rightful Kalis! Lord Triniel and his allies had taken the fight to the Diniel and these imposters! We are desperately need back in the east, back at home! Dava suffers under the siege of the Diniel, and it shall not last much longer!” An echo of cheers came from the gathered men.

“The time to act is now! We must not hesitate for even the smallest second! Before the tide crashes upon us, we must break it upon the rocks! Forward my brothers! Not one step ever backwards shall we go! Forward my brothers! To the capital! The clash of thunder shall break upon the east, and we shall never retreat from it! Vrigial du lonz!” The general yelled to the crowd. “Prepare to march!”

Three weeks later, inside the palace of Dava:​

Diniel Namir gloated to himself. Total victory was almost his. Just one or two more foolish generals to knock off, then the country would be completely his. The man gazed into the mirror, adjusting the crown from its slightly lopsided position. Resting upon his graying brow, the crown was its simple yet exquisite self. The man, judging that his appearance was satisfactory, swashed out of the door and down the hall. ‘This palace must be redone’, he thought to himself. ‘This place is extremely ……tacky.’ He thought with disgust.

“Good day my lord.” One of the countless servants said, making the required bow. One of the many changes the Diniel had already made in his thirty days of rule. The man ignored the servant and continued down the hallway, after all, he was just a servant.

“My good lord! How are you this fine morning?” Heneil Samechus asked, bowing before his lord.

“The same as always, my good friend!” The Dineil beamed. The Heneil had been the first generals he had met when he was elevated some ten years ago. And it was the Heneil who had first supported his claim some thirty days ago. With his help he had defeated the “Daily Alliance”, and was coming ever closer to smashing the Trineil.

There was only one thing that had to be taken in consideration: the Moneil and his “amazing” missing army. Since being ordered to aid the Veritisians in the west some three months ago, the general had came up missing. The only trace his scouts could gain was the old base posts of a disbanded camp. ‘Maybe the fool ran away’ He gloated.

“What’s on the agenda today, my lord?” Samechus asked, striding along with the Diniel

“Another glorious assault upon that fool, of course.” Namir said with a smile. “Imagine it friend! The country shall be mine as soon as we knock that moron out of our way.”

“My scouts have reported that he’s holed up in Bant, my lord. Shall I order the commencement?”

“No…… I have another idea.”

“Yes my lord?”

“We must strike at them one last time, one last time to forever finish them off.”

“So we should attack them now or wait?”

“………Yes, you must gather all the men you can and march them to Bant. Do not attack until I am there. Do you understand me?”

“Yes my lord. Loud and clear.”

Inside the city of Bant, near the Trineil’s palace.​

The city lay in the mountains to the west. Know in Davar as Bant, or “High Hill” in the old tongue. The city lived up to it’s name, with the city being carved into the side of the Drun mountain. Despite being in the most rural part of the country, Bant was the largest city in the west. At any given time the city had an average of thirteen thousand people living within its walls.

Triniel Brika swallowed. The senor general stood on top of the ramparts, gazing out into the valley in front of the city. His long, gray hair fluttered in the air with the breeze, falling gently behind his head. His blue eyes were shock wide as they took in the sight in front of his city.

The numbers were so vast that he couldn’t comprehend them. Some fourteen or fifteen thousand men were slowly marching up the hills towards the small fortified city. They carried the banners of some six or seven generals, ranging from the Dineil’s to the Noneil’s. Compared to the Trineil’s own army of four thousand, the force seemed unimaginable. They filled the entire Drédial valley, and spilled over into numerous of the neighboring ones. The defenders wouldn’t stand a chance if it came down to a battle in the city.

The Trineil swallowed again, trying to get the lump out of his throat. Mathematical formulas charged through his as he figured out his chances. He swallowed again as he figured the pure chance of getting out of this scrape alive was probably less than zero percent.

“……Sir, what shall we do?” One of the sergiá asked from beside the old general.

“Send a messenger to get help.”

“To where? All the other generals have either been captured or betrayed us and gone to the Dineil’s side.”

“…all of them?”

“Well, just the Deneil still stands in that small enclave of his. But it’ll take too long for him to gather an army and make it here. Plus he won’t have anywhere near the amount of men it’d take to knock this force back. He’s not going to be any help for now.”

“Send word anyway. You never know just what could happen.” The Trineil spoke. The sergiá nodded in agreement and turned on his heels to walk off. The Trineil turned to another general to his right. “Order the people to be garrisoned within my palace. Have the rest of the men gather their supplies. We’ll make our stand on the wall.”

“Yes my lord.”

Two days later:​

“Commence that assault. Send the right wing in first.” Dineil Namir ordered his top general. He had gathered the largest army seen in the east over the last two days, calling some six major generals together to serve under him. With their total might they numbered some fifteen thousand odd men. Far outranking the fools that sought to defy him. “Have the men storm the gate. Do not retreat, no matter what the cost. This shall end here today.”

The entire right flank of the army began to march up the hill to the main gate of the city. Made up of the of the Oneil, Noneil, and Seneil’s armies, the men number some four thousand. The troops were extremely disposable to the Dineil, so they were always sent in first. Using copper shields to cover themselves, the men slowly hauled a couple of sturdy trunks from the local woods.

Up on the earthen walls that surrounded the city lay the defenders. Some thousand men stood on the ramparts. Some had already begun to shell the assaulters with arrows, causing a few casualties among the men. Not nearly enough however to hamper the movements of the army.

“Ram it!” One of the sergiá called out form underneath his shield. A stray arrow smacked the top of the shield as he gave the command. The man shrieked and ducked, but still gave the order again. The first group of men reached the gate and began to pull their trunk back. And with a might groan, they let the tree fly and smash into the metal gate. The gate shook on it’s hinges, but held it’s ground. “Again!” The sergiá called out. And they let the trunk fly again.

“Now!” The Trineil called out from his position on the wall. A group of men put the backs to the stone wall and began to push with their might. A few seconds later the wall gave out and the stones fell down unto the men below. They gave out a couple of yells and scattered from out of underneath the gate. Seeing the leaders break line and run, most of the rest of the right wing fled the scene.

“Arrgh!” The Dineil called out in frustration as he saw he men scatter. “Reform those lines you fools! I said not to break line!” The men ignored his command and continued to flee towards the main line. “Go back or you’ll all die!” The man threatened over the chaotic noise.

Meanwhile up on the ramparts, a celebration was taking place. With the retreat of the right wing, it looked like there actually might be a tiny chance of victory. Despite the small victory however, the men continued to pepper the Dineil’s army with arrows; causing even more causalities among them men.

“Kill them!” The Dineil snapped, ordering the fleeing right wing to be stopped. As the men began to reach the front lines of the rest of the armies, they were met with the point ends of copper spears. The men shrieked as they were met with arrows and spears from both sides. And true to the Dineil’s words, the entire right wing was decimated within a few minutes. “Let that be a lesson to all of you!” The Dineil screamed to the men. “If you dare retreat, I’ll have you killed myself! Now, pick up those trees and take out that bloody gate! Middle and left march now!” The other two divisions began to march towards the city.

Up on the walls, Trineil Brika had more trouble swallowing. Their small victory over the Dineil had proved costly, with some two hundred of his own men falling to the hostile arms. The man had just one trick left up his sleeve, and it looked like he would need it. With a sigh, the man looked behind him and gave a signal to the forces.

“Go! Go and slaughter them all!” The Dineil sung out deliriously, a drunken smile of power coming onto his face. The men continued to march up the hill and drew ever closer to the last free city. The men on the wall continued to pepper the troops with a supply of ever-decreasing arrows. But the numbers refused to slow down. Some ten thousand men still marched at break-neck speed towards the city.

“Now!” Trineil Brika called out to the gate keepers. With a loud thud, the gate came crashing back down to the ground. A series of loud horns echoed form within the city and an army too numerous to exist within the city suddenly marched through the gate and out from behind the walls.

“What the hell?” The Dineil asked, his eyes going wide with horror. His own armies came to a halt halfway to the city. With the combined forces of the new army and the Trineil, they clearly outnumbered men the entire Dineil’s army. They wore a light brown helmet, and wore a light brown armor over their middles. They all carried long spears with a gleaming brown spearhead. The Dineil’s mouth dropped as their banners came into focus. A long white curve was splayed across the middle over a dark blue star.

From atop of the only horse in the entire army sat the Moneil. With his armour gleaming in the bright sunlight, he wore a dark smile upon his face. With a slight nod of his head, he gave the order for the entire army to change.

OOC: NM. Thanks Kal'thzar. Can we create a land-based and a water UU Iggy?

 

[Kal'thzar]

Edit hmm maybe not​

Edit again: Shoot I remember now, American spelling *mutters*

the tags are [!center] [/center]


(without the ! mark though)

 

[Swiss Bezerker]

when is update to be expected.

 

[Silver Steak]

Tomorrow at the earliest. I sure hope it will be good...

 

[Kal'thzar]

King Rhama Khemr IV stood on a light raise in the flat landscape. Cloak billowing behind him in what will forever more be considered Cliche. Behind him clanking, stood an army. A sea of peoples.

"Though we may have signed peace with Vertis. It still stands that we are at war. The Kehx people still clammer for an Empire. They claim the Tehx people as theirs, theirs to do with and use as they please. Their Chattle."

This provoked an angry cry, he caught phrases here and there, angry outbursts. And faintly something that sounded like rhubarb he shrugged that aside.

King Rhama Broke through the chatter with a voice like ice "You stand upon the remains of Alexandria, what is left of it,"

The People went silent.

"Vertis likes to show us their power, they sought to break us. What do I see before me? A Poorer people," The wind and dirt flew between the peoples whispering. "But Proud" Fire gleamed in the eyes of some "Dead inside perhaps. But a small spark lingers on, Vengence. Vengence and Justice."

The people were quiet, and listened intently. Nodding silently. They were his to lead.

"Come we go to Prove we are not broken. Khemri Must be made whole again!"

OOC: Ok headache is getting pretty bad here so I'll just finish this blah

 

[The Farow]

I sent quick orders

 

[Silver Steak]

Orders Sent. SB, if you screw me over now...

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Awesome stories.

@~Darkening~- You can create a new class of water unit, like Veritasian Biremes. But only one UU.

 

[Thlayli]

From: Veritas
To: Davar

Our apologies, we were under the impression that you were putting a force under our control. Nonetheless, we accept your proposal of a Defensive alliance. You don't need to send us troops now, we'll be pulling out of Khemri as soon as we're confident that they have abandoned Nurmafer for good.

Oh...we do hope that your political troubles work out, also.

From: Veritas
To: Kehexou

We strongly encourage you to pull out of Tekrehexou. Khemri has promised to allow the province more autonomy.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Thlayli, I NEED ORDERS!

 

[Thlayli]

Gah, sorry! Bad eyes and computer problems, they'll be done in an hour or less.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

'K. I can start updating soon.

 

[alex994]

As I said before, if update's not up in 12 hours, I will post a Panda story telling how we invaded this nes dimension

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Looking forward to that story.

 

[Kentharu]

sending orders!!

 

[Swissempire]

Has TerrisH sent orders yet?

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Yeah, he has.

 

[Thlayli]

.tneS sredrO

 

[Lord_Iggy]

.ytiP ?ilyalhT oot uoY