YeneralYakob
Chieftain
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1615 AD: It has been a few years now since The Great Awakening. My people yearned for war and conquering, so I allowed it to be so. It was against my nature to make such a decision, but what is a leader without his people? General Cortes marches now on Assyria, a land full of jungle and infested with marshland. General William bearing the title "The Conqueror", continues his triumphant campaign against the Huns. These were the initial targets of my people, but they grew ambitious and now want that whole continent to bow under the banner of Cheena. Godspeed to them both, glory to the people of Cheena.
1625 AD: Our naval campaigns to the east have been crushingly overwhelming for the likes of Songhai and the Dutch. Even going so far to have taken the isle of Taghaza from Songhai! Be that as it may, I feel they need some kind of leadership to better concentrate their vast numbers to perform more tactical tasks. Therefore I will appointed Admiral Calonymus to direct our naval endeavors. Godspeed to them all, glory to the people of Cheena.
1630 AD: The military forces of the world are far too inferior to our own to withstand our mighty onslaught. Each battle is usually laughably in our favor. It seems as though the only chance they have got against our unwavering force is pure numbers. Even this does not pose much of a threat being as we have broken their people. They are frightened of us and cower at the idea of facing us in battle, rendering them useless as they are unwilling to answer the call to arms. Also there is news from General William saying that the last Hunnic city is under siege, but strangely enough the city seems to be of Babylonian origin. Perhaps this was Atilla's last futile attempt at a last stand. Sad really. Still we will press on and destroy all who oppose us, no matter how pathetic their circumstances may be. Godspeed to them all, glory to the people of Cheena.
1635 AD: William is still waiting in the remnants of the Huns' tragic last stand to receive his reinforcements and press on into the lands of Babylon. No one knows what to expect from this exotic and isolated civilization. Thus, I told General William to have his army study the city to try and get any insight on this mysterious people. Time will tell what awaits us in the far reaches of that continent. Word from Hernan tells me that his mighty army got through the jungles and swamp without much difficulty besides of few cases of malaria and gangrene. He also told me of a small and primitive resistance force outside the city of Nimrud, but assured me that they were easily dismembered. Siege on the city will be expected to ensue once a fresh battalion arrives. As for our navy, the scientists and engineers tell me of a new design in development that would render the current Galleass class obsolete. I will go over the proposal and determine the implementation or termination. Godspeed to them all, glory to the people of Cheena.
1640 AD: Although my armies are still halted awaiting reinforcements and fighting off resistance, our navy has gained a much needed boost in armaments, efficiency, and notoriety thanks to the more prominent Frigate class vessels that have been introduced. Although they have been quite draining on my coffers, upgrading the old Galleasses has been very beneficial. The good Admiral has sent me his best wishes on numerous occasions and praises me to this day for making the choice. He claims he will be the terror of the seas and that he wont lose a single vessel to the "inferior bastards we call enemies." Which I have checked the list recently and it seems that it includes every other major civilization on this planet. Interesting, amusing, and a challenge well received! History and time itself marches alongside my armies on the road to a magnificent and glorious victory. Godspeed to them all, glory to the people of Cheena!
1645 AD: As news from General Cortes arrives to the palace of the Fall of Nimrud, the news of my own fall shant ever reach the ears of my populace. Admittedly, I am ill and have been for quite a lengthy period. However, it seems to be tightening its dastardly grip more and more, if the incident this morning is any proof of that. Thankfully, my personal body guard, Fritz, was there at my time of need. I trust him enough not to allow such a happening to breach the confines of only our two minds. I worry of what may lie in the years or, terrifyingly, even mere months of my future. I fear not for my people, they have become hearty and fearless in their march for eternal glory and global dominion, But I fear for what may become of my reputation among them if they were to hear their "Mighty Ruler" be too weak to carry his own burdens, let alone a world spanning empire. As I write this, something told to me by Atilla still echoes within my mind. Just as he knelt before me, preparing to be executed for all to see, looking ferociously into my eyes he said, "My people are strong and resilient. Even as I die, they will not succumb so easily to a weak ruler." His eyes pierced through my very soul, even as his head rolled among the floor. He had chipped my seemingly impenetrable wall of benevolence. Shortly afterwards I ordered William to increase the brutality in which he treated the Hunnic people. It was the most desperate act of uncertainty I have ever committed. Given my current state, this last decree from the so called Scourge of God chills me to not only the bone as before, but to the very fabric of my being. Godspeed to them all, glory to the people of Cheena.
1650 AD: As I lay here on what appears to be my death bead, I say to you there is no glory in war. The days have grown longer and more bleak as I have aged. This war has consumed my life and my rule. And what do I have to show for it? A reign of terror upon innocent people simply trying to survive this cruel world. A crusade against peace and humanity itself. A war on everyone simply because they had created native sovereign governments for themselves and we wanted them all to be ours. The people praise me everyday, more and more, like some sort of pagan God. But with each cheer it becomes increasingly prevalent that I have raised nothing more than a horde of bloodthirsty animals who just so happen to carry a flag. I do not hate them though, surprising as that may be. All they have known is war, and they have regrettably come to be damn good at it, never have they lost a battle. No, it is not them who deserve the hatred of the world and all those millions who have perished for nothing. It was I who did this. I allowed these demons akin to that of the likes of Hell to be unleashed and to walk this plane of which we call Earth. I heard of another victory over Songhai and the conquering of Assyria but we have been fighting and killing off the world for so long, I did not mind it much. I only managed an unenthusiastic and apathetic "Excellent work." That was the moment I realized I was no longer myself, for those could not have been my words. For these were the words of a deranged, evil, genocidal, heartless, and cruel madman who was blurring the line of man and beast with every breath. But I understood that these words were indeed my own. I have since retired to my quarters. Being as my dearly beloved passed many years ago and my eleven sons are off fighting in the...I cant even bear to see that confounded word anymore. It does not make a difference if I do not rear my head from the palace until th...it is over. And I know good and well that this shall be my last entry, so I have told my guard to not open the door until the morning. I can feel myself going more and more with each passing moment. I would wonder what everyone's reaction to such news would be but I have come to despise my existence so, that I do not attempt to even dream any longer. I know these brutes will rule the entirety of the world eventually, they have grown too addicted to the motive. I just hope that when they do, they destroy themselves, as all evil does. With that I condemn all the actions of my people and denounce any and all actions I have taken against the world. I am going to go to sleep now, for I am getting oh so tired. If you find this Fritz, hide it somewhere secure. Use it wisely my young and only true friend. You have stayed loyal in serving and guarding me in life. As my last order. No, favor, I ask you do not guard my legacy as a monster. When the time is right, show them I was still human in the end. Your Brother in Country, Emperor Xivu Fung. Godspeed to none of them, glory to the peace of Humanity.
Department of History and Documentation
of The Resistance
Donated by-President Fritz Huwi
Circa 1702
1625 AD: Our naval campaigns to the east have been crushingly overwhelming for the likes of Songhai and the Dutch. Even going so far to have taken the isle of Taghaza from Songhai! Be that as it may, I feel they need some kind of leadership to better concentrate their vast numbers to perform more tactical tasks. Therefore I will appointed Admiral Calonymus to direct our naval endeavors. Godspeed to them all, glory to the people of Cheena.
1630 AD: The military forces of the world are far too inferior to our own to withstand our mighty onslaught. Each battle is usually laughably in our favor. It seems as though the only chance they have got against our unwavering force is pure numbers. Even this does not pose much of a threat being as we have broken their people. They are frightened of us and cower at the idea of facing us in battle, rendering them useless as they are unwilling to answer the call to arms. Also there is news from General William saying that the last Hunnic city is under siege, but strangely enough the city seems to be of Babylonian origin. Perhaps this was Atilla's last futile attempt at a last stand. Sad really. Still we will press on and destroy all who oppose us, no matter how pathetic their circumstances may be. Godspeed to them all, glory to the people of Cheena.
1635 AD: William is still waiting in the remnants of the Huns' tragic last stand to receive his reinforcements and press on into the lands of Babylon. No one knows what to expect from this exotic and isolated civilization. Thus, I told General William to have his army study the city to try and get any insight on this mysterious people. Time will tell what awaits us in the far reaches of that continent. Word from Hernan tells me that his mighty army got through the jungles and swamp without much difficulty besides of few cases of malaria and gangrene. He also told me of a small and primitive resistance force outside the city of Nimrud, but assured me that they were easily dismembered. Siege on the city will be expected to ensue once a fresh battalion arrives. As for our navy, the scientists and engineers tell me of a new design in development that would render the current Galleass class obsolete. I will go over the proposal and determine the implementation or termination. Godspeed to them all, glory to the people of Cheena.
1640 AD: Although my armies are still halted awaiting reinforcements and fighting off resistance, our navy has gained a much needed boost in armaments, efficiency, and notoriety thanks to the more prominent Frigate class vessels that have been introduced. Although they have been quite draining on my coffers, upgrading the old Galleasses has been very beneficial. The good Admiral has sent me his best wishes on numerous occasions and praises me to this day for making the choice. He claims he will be the terror of the seas and that he wont lose a single vessel to the "inferior bastards we call enemies." Which I have checked the list recently and it seems that it includes every other major civilization on this planet. Interesting, amusing, and a challenge well received! History and time itself marches alongside my armies on the road to a magnificent and glorious victory. Godspeed to them all, glory to the people of Cheena!
1645 AD: As news from General Cortes arrives to the palace of the Fall of Nimrud, the news of my own fall shant ever reach the ears of my populace. Admittedly, I am ill and have been for quite a lengthy period. However, it seems to be tightening its dastardly grip more and more, if the incident this morning is any proof of that. Thankfully, my personal body guard, Fritz, was there at my time of need. I trust him enough not to allow such a happening to breach the confines of only our two minds. I worry of what may lie in the years or, terrifyingly, even mere months of my future. I fear not for my people, they have become hearty and fearless in their march for eternal glory and global dominion, But I fear for what may become of my reputation among them if they were to hear their "Mighty Ruler" be too weak to carry his own burdens, let alone a world spanning empire. As I write this, something told to me by Atilla still echoes within my mind. Just as he knelt before me, preparing to be executed for all to see, looking ferociously into my eyes he said, "My people are strong and resilient. Even as I die, they will not succumb so easily to a weak ruler." His eyes pierced through my very soul, even as his head rolled among the floor. He had chipped my seemingly impenetrable wall of benevolence. Shortly afterwards I ordered William to increase the brutality in which he treated the Hunnic people. It was the most desperate act of uncertainty I have ever committed. Given my current state, this last decree from the so called Scourge of God chills me to not only the bone as before, but to the very fabric of my being. Godspeed to them all, glory to the people of Cheena.
1650 AD: As I lay here on what appears to be my death bead, I say to you there is no glory in war. The days have grown longer and more bleak as I have aged. This war has consumed my life and my rule. And what do I have to show for it? A reign of terror upon innocent people simply trying to survive this cruel world. A crusade against peace and humanity itself. A war on everyone simply because they had created native sovereign governments for themselves and we wanted them all to be ours. The people praise me everyday, more and more, like some sort of pagan God. But with each cheer it becomes increasingly prevalent that I have raised nothing more than a horde of bloodthirsty animals who just so happen to carry a flag. I do not hate them though, surprising as that may be. All they have known is war, and they have regrettably come to be damn good at it, never have they lost a battle. No, it is not them who deserve the hatred of the world and all those millions who have perished for nothing. It was I who did this. I allowed these demons akin to that of the likes of Hell to be unleashed and to walk this plane of which we call Earth. I heard of another victory over Songhai and the conquering of Assyria but we have been fighting and killing off the world for so long, I did not mind it much. I only managed an unenthusiastic and apathetic "Excellent work." That was the moment I realized I was no longer myself, for those could not have been my words. For these were the words of a deranged, evil, genocidal, heartless, and cruel madman who was blurring the line of man and beast with every breath. But I understood that these words were indeed my own. I have since retired to my quarters. Being as my dearly beloved passed many years ago and my eleven sons are off fighting in the...I cant even bear to see that confounded word anymore. It does not make a difference if I do not rear my head from the palace until th...it is over. And I know good and well that this shall be my last entry, so I have told my guard to not open the door until the morning. I can feel myself going more and more with each passing moment. I would wonder what everyone's reaction to such news would be but I have come to despise my existence so, that I do not attempt to even dream any longer. I know these brutes will rule the entirety of the world eventually, they have grown too addicted to the motive. I just hope that when they do, they destroy themselves, as all evil does. With that I condemn all the actions of my people and denounce any and all actions I have taken against the world. I am going to go to sleep now, for I am getting oh so tired. If you find this Fritz, hide it somewhere secure. Use it wisely my young and only true friend. You have stayed loyal in serving and guarding me in life. As my last order. No, favor, I ask you do not guard my legacy as a monster. When the time is right, show them I was still human in the end. Your Brother in Country, Emperor Xivu Fung. Godspeed to none of them, glory to the peace of Humanity.
Department of History and Documentation
of The Resistance
Donated by-President Fritz Huwi
Circa 1702
