Most Memorable Story?

[amirsan]

Hmmm, well I was thinking, this is NES right? Meaning Never Ending Story. So I assume almost all of you guys wrote atleast ONE story. So here is where I want to put the best ones.

I want everyone that took one look in this thread to go back in your NES history and think about your most best, memorable or coolest story you have written for any nes. Post what NES it was, the link of the NES and the story or link of the story. If you want you can explain the situation of the story and the time it took place blah blah blah.

If this is not too much trouble, you can also copy and paste someone else's story that you thought was soooo great, you dont need to post a description or anything, just copy and paste and post the link of the post it was.

Mine is coming in a few minutes.

Have fun, hopefully this will be the collection of the best stories of NES.

 

[aaminion00]

Well my best stories are probably in stJNES4 and stJNES5. By then I had become a 'veteran' NESers, and had gotten involved in two unique situations.

In stJNES4 I took over a poor unimporant country (Madagascar) and managed to make it into the most powerful country in South Africa. Being in the modern age, there were all sorts of things about our modern world I could parody. The wild newspaper headlines of early 1900's newspapers, found their way into Madagascar's reputable "the Chronicle". Here is one of the Chronicle's most memorable issues, talking about one of the most exciting times in Madagascar's history. Right above it are the election results for Madagacsar in 1860, which you will see first.

http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?threadid=48445&perpage=20&display=&pagenumber=226

In stJNES5 on the other hand, I got to build up a country from the ground up and make sure that it never found itself in a situation that Madagascar was in before I got to it. I had started losing interest thanks to the uber-slow expansion, until one day when suddenly my interest skyrocketed. Here's the result: a rebirth of Siam.

http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?threadid=62278&perpage=20&display=&pagenumber=34

 

[amirsan]

Written by Amirsan, stJNES5-3800BC
Intro: This was the begining of the Chinese Empire where a man named Heng Lee was recruited as the first Chinese Explorer. Set the pathways to the glory of China today.

...As my dynasty continues to prosper and Peking continues to grow, I begin to wonder, are we the only people in this world? Except for the barbarian animals challenging our greatly trained Chu Ko Nu's, is there anyone else? I continue to wonder, the life of our people and what we are here for and I remember, ahhh, the Yellow River is beside us, though we are yet to sette there. I call my advisor through a gong, she comes yet a shadow and a half later.

"Sorry Master, it took me a while to run a 100Li, I heard the gong all the way across Peking!"

"I am all but mad, I am confused, I need a suggestion." I asked.

"But yes, of course Master, what is the question?" She asks.

"How is the best way to learn about the land around us?" I asked.

"Well, we have our elite Chu Ko Nu's settling in groups" She replied.

"No another way, which would be faster!" I said.

"Ahhh yes! Explorers! I call it, explorers! They would be sent out and draw thier seeings in a stone tablet!" She happily replied.

"Yes! Thats perfect! Send a note to everyone in Peking that wants the job!" I demanded.

"Yes Sir!" She yelled.

Days and days go by until they finally get an answer from two people.

"They are so hard to choose from, I cant pick!" I said " I only need one!"

I decided for them to duel, each one will start with a spear and a bow and arrow. The winner is the one that survives.

The fight goes on, one dodges and attacks the other one flips and shoots in the air and the fight goes on for hours.

Just untill one of them trips and falls beneath the other one's spear, its over.

"We have a winner! One that can defend itself from danger will succeed in this adventure, what is your name young one?" I asked.

He said "My name is Leng He."

"Ahhh yes, Leng He is a great name for a future explorer like you! I am going to send you Leng He on a search for mankind. I want you to start exploring south then to what our Philosophers say is the Middle East. Offer peace from the Great Empire of China and small gifts of rice from goodwill. If you see any animals like the ones around us, run away, I will send 10 soldiers with you to your aid, remember what I told you and bring back positive!"

"Yes Master! I will give my all, thank you! Leng He replies.

Leng He leaves the room.

Finally the day is over and tommorrow will bring better.

http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?postid=1199639#post1199639

*Another Story*
Written by Jason in stAMNES2: Glory of Nations as Spain

...The screams could still be heard echoing the deep, empty valley of La Pena. The Sevillians lay scattered across the green grass, or should I say the newly painted red grass. Limbs of bodies lay spread throughout the fertile land. And on the other side stood the men of Spain, the nation of Madrid. They stood on call, lined up in four rows, five columbs wide. It was double that amount just last week. Their dull leather armor helped bring out the valient glow of the copper helmet and shield. The mace that was handled by the men was made of copper and stone, the most advanced weapon on the plain. They stood attention to the general who was speaking to them, telling them of another barbarian thrust towards Madrid, and that they were the only ones who stood between the barbarians and their families. Filled with rage that murders would target the beautiful village of Madrid, the macemen were ready, clanging their fists to their armor, grunting in an animal-like gesture, showing their strength. And off they went, marching in unison, soon to meet up with the newly-drafted Spearmen of Madrid. Together these regiments would defeat a barbarian army more then triple their size. Together they would save Madrid from what seemed like a forever-threatning world.

Meanwhile in Madrid, the people prospered. Fields stretching as far as the eye can see encircled the walls of the fortified city. The walls, like a snake, spun itself a protective barrier around the city, with centries every hundred yards. Inside the city lay the homes of nearly two thousand people, and four hundred gaurds. The homes were made of mud brick, a technology borrowed from the ancestors of the Spanish who originate from Africa, a land far away now. The homes boasted of usually two stories, one family on top and one on bottom, and were usually all interconnected. The roofs were used as streets just as much as the ground. So, essentially the village was made of two stories, one in the streets and forums on ground level, and of the markets and homes on the top level. The barracks lay packed in the corner. In the middle of the city was the temple to the various gods of Madrid, which most people swore by. Though there were a couple hundred, usually anti-social who believed in one God, and that he was a merciful God. Most of the people regarded this "cult" as "Judios", or Jews.

Next to the temple was a beautiful home, almost quadruple the size of anyother home in the village. This belonged to the Emperor and his advisors. Every so often the Emperor died, and so a new one is voted in by the people of Madrid, all except the women, slaves, and the Judios.

http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?postid=1264392#post1264392

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There is another story I loved on the same thread on Post 83.
http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?postid=1288864#post1288864

 

[Jason The King]

I am flattered amirsan . Glad you liked them.

I am more a fan of newspaper-like stories, like the aaminion ones in stjnes4 and the ones dexter does. But I do like other stories as well, and there have been so many that I liked its hard to pick them out now. But here is one of hte most recent, by aaminion in stjnes5.

The axel broke. Jao looked in dismay at his newly bought cart. He had gotten it in the marketplace on the East Side of Bangkok in exchange for all of his month's earnings. The Siamese merchants were tricky when it came to trade with their own people, and he was sure that an honest man such as one of the store-keepers from his old village would've given him a better deal. Still, it was not lost. Bangkok's streets were wide, and the only people around him were those taking their morning walks. He quickly came up to one of them.
"Hello sir"
"Hello good peasent"
From the dialect, Jao could tell the man was from the serveant class; a people who considered themselves above the mere peasentry.
"My cart broke down. Could you spare some kindness and fetch some help"
"Certainly. I will tell the first soldier I see"
"Thank you so much"
And with that the serveant left along his stroll while Jao went back to sit on his wagon. The situation was nowhere near as bad as it could be. The serveant would find a soldier, who would come and help him drag his wagon to the nearest smiths. Jao could probably have a cheap repair of it done, which he would pay in a months time. Yes, indeed Bangkok, the jewel of Siam, was organized enough to allow life to progress smoothly despite such small nussiances.

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The axel broke. Sakim grew terrified. His wagon was in the middle of one of the narrowest and most cramped streets in Mongkut. All around him were masses of people trying to get through. Now, many were stuck because of his misfortune.
"Move out of the way you wretched dog!"
The shouts started coming from all directions, and Sakim began to sweat profously. He ran over the odds in his head. He could run and leave his wagon, losing one of his most prized possesions, or he could stay and hope that someone would be kind enough to help him. He thought for a second too long.
"Break this bloody wagon!!!"
People from all around him started dismantling the wagon infront of his own eyes.
"No! Please! I paid many credits for that wagon! You can't just do this to me! I am an honest man!"
The angered populace payed no attention, and within minutes his wagon was a pile of lumber in the middle of the street. Sakim hid in the masses so as not to be recognized as the driver. Just as he thought he had escaped, a hand gripped him from behind.
"You! What have you to say for yourself?"
It was two of the governor's soldiers. The one who was speaking was pointing a spear at him, while another held him from behind. The crowd cheered at the arrest of the man who had stalled traffic so insolently.
"Please, my axel broke and I..."
"How dare you obstruct the movement of your fellow Siamese! You will be punished for this peasent!"
"No Please!"
"Tie him up!"
And with that, Sakim's hands and feet were tied together and he was carried like a oxen to a feast to the dungeons of Mongkut city.

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Such problems were unavoidable in 8th century Siam. Whereas Bangkok was cultured, orginized, and spacious, Mongkut was the most desnly populated city in the Siamese empire. It was hard to manage, but the governors were doing what they could to stop chaos from erupting. Mongkut himself took an interest in his own city, wanting it to be as glorious as Bangkok itself. One system that arose at around this time to help orginize the massive population was that of the classes. Essentially, the Siamese society of 1300 B.C.E. (700 n.s.e.) was split into the following social categories:

Royalty: Royalty was a class that was only to open to a few people. Only the Emperor Mongkut and his immediate family were considered royalty. They were able to do most everything they wanted, but were checked in power by other royalty in the order that a patriarchial society put on them. The royalty were regarded as magnificent and all powerful.

Nobility: Nobility was the name for the famous and honorable Siamese. The many cousins and nephews and nieces of Mongkut, along with generals or merchants who had gained power. The nobility were regarded as a divine yet harsh people who held great power.

Military: The sailors and infantry that made up Siam's glorious army were present here. Risking their life for Siam, they were put ahead of all other commoners. Those who advanced far enough in the military were also given the chance to become nobility in the regions that they conquered. The military men were regarded as orginized and payed heroes, rogue warriors serving the state.

Merchant: Though not as powerful in Siam as they were in places such as China or Japan, the Siamese merchant class was very involved in Siam's domestic trade. They were regarded as tricky and dishonest people, but were given power due to their riches, which often went to help fund the emperor's wars.

Serveant: The beginning of the lower class, the serveants were those who dedicated their lives to serving those above them. They were essentially slaves, but they were paid very well for their services and often had their own property and families. They were regarded as a quiet and humble people.

Peasent: Below the serveants were the free men who owned their own land, but were very poor. The peasents were most common in Siam proper, where they farmed excessively. They were regarded as a kind and fun loving hospitable people which learned to live fine despite their poverty.

Slave: The lowest of the low were the slaves. These were found mostly in Geystral, although some remained in Siam proper from the early days of Siamese history. They had little chance to advance, and were treated either kindly or cruelly depending on their rulers (usually nobility). Most of Siam regarded them as inferior people whose intentions could never be truly understood.

http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=62278&perpage=20&display=&pagenumber=54

 

[Dexter]

Glad you like my newspaper reports Jason

To be honest though they aren't as good as they could be. They tend to be just snippets of information unlike others who really put a lot of effort into theirs.

Thanks anyway

 

[Finmaster]

I think that the best stories are ones that are historically viewing the situation in normal NES's. That's why I've been writing what I have in JNES5.

But of course it's more fun to write when the writer has a little moving space. The most enjoyable stories to write for me have been stories that I've written for Erik Mesoy's RPNES, altough I have only written like 2 stories for it.. but still, it's a great NES because the story-writing is so awesome. You get to create your own character.. and the character I created is something I could NEVER create in a normal NES

Join it people, I wouldn't want that NES to die!

http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=72487

 

[RoddyVR]

read UKnes3. thats the most memorable story as far as i'm concerned. not exactly what you meant/wanted for this thread, but its by far the game i remember most for its storyline.

 

[amirsan]

when you post here, please post a story, it will be like the pitcure thread in off topic forum, you must post a story before you can post a non-story post. Thanks.

I am trying to make a thread with one of the best stories in NES.

 

[amirsan]

bump?

 

[Sheep]

I would have to say my favourite stories come from stJNES4. However some of them are more than just stories and built on the background. I hade newspaper articles, government information, armed services information, diplomatic information and even political information to continue. The end result was really woryth it and I will always be in love with Egypt.

I plan to do the same with Rome in stJNES5, now that stJNES4 is gone. I have already formed a new personality for the nation and thats what Nesing for me is really about. Playing not only to a chracter but having fun and allowing others to have fun by your and others work.

I lastly must also say that rtor2 for all mits shortcomings is still perhaps the best nes. It was my first nes here that I got really into (other than Aegean NES which I would of won). Although Arabia was destroyed I had fun with it, especially the assainations and the calls for jihad. My thinking is that once a story nes goes over say 1500 posts it is forever going to be remembered as a great. Thus there is only really two or maybe three great story neses, rtor2, stJNES4, and perhaps 4442nes. I think stJNES5 will be another soon enough, especially if I have anything to do with it. Heil Ceaser and for the Glory of the Pax Imperialis Romanus.

 

[Warman17]

my many stories when i was rome in rtor2. that was teh best

 

[Jason The King]

http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?postid=1471192#post1471192

Speaks for itself. Its a story of a novice sailor that defied all odds, by aaminion.

PS: he has pics in the regular post.

Siam
In the 1200th year of the new Siamese era

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The Legend of Rama



"Hear ye! Hear ye! All good men of able bodied state in the fair city of Lakong, are ordered by our magnificent king Mongkut LVI, to join the next series of trade cogs sailing to So'ma-lee. Thou are to take four dozen crates of silk, and exchange it for an equal amount in ivory. Then thee are to return the same way thou arrived and give your profit to the Siamese empire"

Rama's heart beated fast as the dozens of men around him started murmuring. They were all as shocked and surprised as he was. Rama was a Malay youth, in the 24th year of his life. By now, the once barbaric Malay spoke Siamese and were virtually indistinguishable from them, save for their slightly darker skin. Like many Malays, Rama grew up in a tiny farming village on the outskirts of Lakong, the capital of Malay province. There his family had been farming for untold generations, living off of the land and occasionally going to the marketplaces of Lakong when the harvest was plentiful enough. This life was not enough for Rama however, who thirsted knowledge and glory. At first he wanted to join the Siamese army in the catapult corps but, considering that his great grandfather had died in the campaigns against the Mekong, his parents were strongly against that. His desire to achieve something beyond the farming life of his ancestors was quenched by this, and he was perfectly content for many long years. Then, when Rama was 18, his father had one of the best harvets of his life, and the first in Rama's mature years. And thus came the faithful decision to take Rama with him on his trip to the marketplace in Lakong.

Rama had never seen such a grand city, and even though Lakong paled in comparison to Bangkok, he thought it was surely the most magnificent in the world. The marketplace was ful of strange characters like people breathing fire, or exotic dancers, or merchants from far reaches of the empire selling their goods. He fell in love with the city, and of the many wonderous things he saw. Most impressive was the art of writing, of which Rama had never heard anything about. He promised he would learn it, and though he only stayed at Lakong a day, he knew he would spend the rest of his life there.

Now, it had been 6 years since Rama had left his home. He had learned writing at the Lakong school of scribes. His tutor was most impressed by his abilities, and one day even revealed to Rama that maybe he would one day serve the emperor himself. But with this new request from Mongkut himself, those plans would have to be put on hold.

Later that week, Rama gathered his most valuable posessions into a bag and left for the dockyard. Carrying the bag behind his back and walking down the cobblestone streets in typical sailor clothing, he couldn't help but think he was seeing Lakong for the last time in his life. Below him at the bottom of the hill were the gates to the port; for the port was walled of by itself and consisted of the docks and a great castle built by the ancient general Lakong himself. He entered the port after announcing himself to the guards, and entered the ship that was to set sail for So'ma-Lee first.

It was a hard journey, and very difficult. Storms were raging and it seemed as if the ship was making no progress. "How far till we are to So'ma-lee?" Rama would ask the veteran captain. But the fellow would only laugh and say "We aren't even at Ceylon yet!". The Captain, Sikut, was an aging man and one of the few in all of Siam who had actually completed the voyage to So'ma-lee. The first leg of the destination was Ceylon, the land of Sinhala where Siamese sailors usually stopped before hading on towards So'ma-lee. After one particularly bad storm, Rama became a legend. The ship had been tattered about and lost it's sense of direction. The men were in panic and a few had even jumped overboard to end their misery. It was there that Rama revealed what he thought was simple knowledge.

"Why do you panic? One needs only to look for the brightest star in the night sky, Polaris, and it will point us North" he explained.
"How do you know this? What witchcraft is this that you speak of? Magical stars that point sailors their way across troubled waters?" screamed Sikut the captain.

The men shouted amongst themselves, forming a circle around the two opponents. Some were loyal to the captain, but many were listening to Rama's dogma with hope.

"I have used it before! When I was young and I got lost in the countryside... the North Star it is called... and it always points North! You can tell where the directions are from it!"
"Liar! Sorcerer! Bringer of evil spirits!"

Within seconds a fight broke out. Unwilling to believe Rama or lose control of the ship, Sikut had pounced on him and tried to stab him with an old cursed dagger from Geystral. The men around them cheered and yelled as the two men fought. Rama was young and strong, but Sikut was devilish and tricky. He spit in the eyes of Rama, and lunged the dagger at Rama's heart. But Rama rolled away just in time and the evil dagger sunk into the planks of the ships deck. Sikut screamed as he tried to pull the dagger out of it's burial ground, but while he did this Rama opened his eyes to see where Sikut was. By stroke of fortune, Sikut was near the very edge of the ship. Half blinded by Sikuts dishonorable tactic, Rama charged and pushed Sikut overboard into the raging sea. The men around him cheered, and all agreed. Rama was the new captain of the ship.

Rama took the cursed dagger into his arm, but as he watched it changed. It now stood before him a great sword, almost half Rama's height and decorated with diamonds and all sorts of precious gems. He turned to his men and promptly said; "now onto So'ma-lee!".

For many weeks they traveled. Food was running short and the mens spirits were down. Then one day, in the early morning, the looker on top of the mast saw branches of wood sailing towards them. "Land," he shouted "Land!". There was much celebration that night, as the men immediatly anchored the ship and went onshore. Rama and his company found a village nearby, of a people of such dark skin that even a Malay looked like he was from Northern China. They were friendly, and in exchange for various trinkets and coins they gave Rama's men food and directions to a nearby stream. Replenished, Rama announced to his men: "Stick with me now, for the people of So'ma-lee are also of dark sking like these men. We are close now, for I believe we're in the continent of So'ma-lee, and the kingdom itself is due North!"



Encouraged by his rational thoughts, the men quickly set sail again, saying goodbye to the natives they had met on the way. They sailed for many months and days, living off of the African fruit, untill they saw a city up ahead. "Mogadishu!" screamed the looker in joy, as the men below him cheered and celebrated once again. The ship docked in the city, and Rama stepped down onto the dock where he was greeted by several armed men. They knew not who these foreigners were, but the elders present in the area recognized the monkey dragon emblem on their flag, and explained they were Siamese, looking to trade. Sattisfied, the guards happily took the Siamese and their 40 crates of silk to the King of Mogadishu, Ismaan Mahamuud. For many days they stayed as guests in his palace. Rama and his sailors taught the So'ma-lee's how to construct the great ships, caravels, for they were much larger and more impressive than theirs. Finally Rama decided it was time to go. King Mahamuud presented them with 40 crates of ivory, and a series of souveniers for Rama, and told them of one last thing he wished the young explorer to do:

"There is an island between our land and the land called Indus that is called Socotra. We have never been to this land, but we have heard that it is very rich and has a friendly coast. I ask that you go there and establish an outpost for our two nations, so that our nations will never have trouble trading amongst each other ever again"

Rama happily accepted the king's challenge and set out to fulfill it. He spent many weeks looking for this island, before he finally found it. His sailors, overjoyed at what Rama had done over the past 12 months, built a town there and named it Rama in his honor. They built a harbor, a wall, some houses, and a little fort to protect it from any savages that could show up. 20 men stayed behind to keep guard over it, while Rama and the rest of the crew returned to Siam. It took them another month, but with the help of the North Star Rama finally saw Lakong again. All had thought he and the crew were dead, and they couldn't believe his story. He was greeeted as a hero, and given one of the largest houses in all of Lakong, and a place in the hearts of all Siamese sailors to come.

 

[Jason The King]

been going through the golden ages of stjnes5 (pg's 50-100). Here is another one of aaminion's that I had to post.


Siam
In the 1600th year of the new Siamese era

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Introduction

"The Travels of Ittipon are one of the oldest surviving texts in the history of Siamese literature. Though of course literature had existed in Siam since hundreds of years before the new era, the sketchy preservation of ancient novels has resulted in very few of them actually being here for us in the modern age to look over. The Travels of Ittipon however are quite different. Ittipon himself is a fascinating character in Siamese history, who's origins have passed somewhat into legend. Modern scholars have however managed to somewhat piece together the essential points of his early life.

Ittipon was born around 1594 n.s.e. to one of Siam's oldest royal families, the Samak house in Northeast Siam. The first known mention of the Samak comes from 8 n.s.e. during the rule of the legendary Mongkut I, when an officer by the name of Niran Samak was rewarded for his service to the king in the Vietnam war. Nobody is sure of the details of Niran's actions, but one can assume it had something to do with the capture of key silk-trade routes early on in the war. Either way, the important thing is that this Niran fellow was awarded by Mongkut with a large patch of land in Northeastern Siam, right next to the Vietnamese border. He managed the land so skilfully, that by 10 n.s.e., the house of Niran the Silk Lord Samak is mentioned as the head one of the 7 noble families of Siam (as appointed by Mongkut I). Centered around the village Baansamak, the house of Samak thrived by way of a large silk making industry. Niran was blessed with 8 male children, 6 of which had more than 3 boys as well. His family soon grew to be as large as any other family in Siam, and his many offspring went on to become generals, admirals, merchants, governors, inventors, and scribes.

As mentioned, Ittapon was born in 1594 n.s.e. to the house of Samak in Baansamak. By the age of 15 he had mastered writing in all major languages of the Siamese crown, and was well versed in all dialects of standardized Siamese. The then king of the Mongkut line heard of his talents and invited the youngster to his court, where Ittopon soon became his most trusted scribe. The turning point of Ittopon's life probably came when the King requested he undergo a journey throughout his lands, writing of the people there and the history and customs and whatever information he found necessary to talk of.

Ittopon left Bangkok around 1617 n.s.e., alone with a small escort. His travels took him more than 2 decades, and filled up the pages of 3 books. He visited not only the lands of Siam, but several other countries, where he stayed briefly in the most important parts. The novel itself is a masterpiece of Siamese literary history, however, it is so long that it would prove daunting to most modern readers. Fortunatly, Ittopon released a much shorter version in his elder days in Hochin. "The Travels of Ittapon Samak" were far shorter than his 3 royal novels, and available to all the literate in Siam to read. The book was greeted with massive popularity, and became one of the most common books in all of Siam, serving as a guide to the world for many years.

The book had since then been almost forgotten, buried in the most ancient of national libraries. However, we feel that the time is now ripe to re-release this historical book to the general public. The book has been modernized and abridged to better suit today's reader as best as could be done. This had taken a process of more than 2 years, but we certainly feel it was worth it to share with the Siamese people such a key part of their history"

- Mrs. Abhasra Giugni, Head Professor of Mongkut Era Literature at the university of Bangkok, 3916 n.s.e.

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The Travels of Ittipon



Chapter 1 - Siam Proper

Lo and behold the fair kingdom of Siam, basking under the sun of the most magnificent majesty of divine property Min the everlasting, and his graced son Mongkut, son of the 76th son of Mongkut the first, sent unto this humble land as a gift from the everlasting. Truly fortunes are twisted to best suit this land of the chosen people!

Me name is Ittipon Samak of the fair and noble house of Samak, ancient in age and most well known in legends. Ittipon Samak, great descendant of Niran Samak of the chosen king's inner circle, who has been like his most ancient ancestors been trusted by the rulers of Siam to carry out their most imoprtant tasks.

It was not so long ago, when the moon was half full in the 4th month that the fair king, great son of the chosen one, asked me, humble servant to him under only the magnificant deity to set out and chart his lands and describe the people. Here for thou to read and immerse theeself in the knowledge I have acquired over the lifetime fulfilling his request is a book, describing my voyages and adventures. First let us start in the most magnificent city of all. Bangkok.

Bangkok is the chosen city, greater by itself than many a small country! It's riches and glories are unparalleled in the world. Truly the great deity has blessed his favorites most well. It was founed many hundreds of years ago by our earliest ancestors, the tribe of Thai, as they wandered the jungles looking where to settle. The great Min guided them to this place by the sea, and he spoke, "Thou are to build here, a city of your own, which shall survive the ages and test of time, and grow most magnificant and most splendid". And being the humble worshipers and chosen people, so they did. In the center of this new town, they started building a great temple to Min, which they made of whatever they could find.

Bangkok of today is far larger than it used to be. Within it's walls live tens of thousands of people, who each day work in their own way to better the town. The people of Bangkok, are known far and wide for several things. They are the most fair skinned of all Siamese, but not in a sickly manner, nor in an unhealthy one like the men of Roma. They are not too tall, nor are they too short. They are not too heavy, nor are they deprived of nourishment. They exemplify what is right, but naught what is wrong with Siamese society.

Bangkok is surrounded by a Great Wall, although small villages flourish in the outskirts. This wall has 3 layers, each one with a large tower every several dozen paces. Every fifth tower in the front wall has a catapult, while every one has slits for the bowmen to fire upon any enemy. These walls, along with the mighty gates have not been touched upon by an enemy ever, since the beginning of time, a testament to the will and defenses of the Siamese. Still they are upkept vigorously as a source of pride.

In the South the walls are even 4 layers thick, as they surround Bangkok harbor. This harbor is not like one in Mongkut the city, crowded and confusing. The vast majority of it is a military port, which is but a giant fortress with yet another wall seperating dozens of docks to house Siam's grand fleet. Right outside this fortress built upn a hill is the commercial port, where many a Siameseman spend their pasttime enjoying the atmosphere.

On the inside of the harbor and the wall lies the greater city. It is split into 56 sectors, each with it's own purpose and role. 27 of these are for the general citizenry, and thse make up most of what lies outwards. 4 are a great merchants quarter, joined together by bridges over canals connecting them to the port. 2 are the neighberhoods of the scribes, and another 3 are for the royal servents, where these live in a life of high luxury and enjoyment. 5 sectors are for the slaves, who do the worst manual labor in the city, while another 4 are merely the slums. Another rarely mentioned 2 are those of education, where people learn the various crafts and immerse themselves in the arts. Of the remaining 9, 3 are for military purposes. They are the three great forts, located equal distances from each other forming a triangle within Bangkok, for defense in case the enemy breaches the great walls. Another is for the great military academy, where the sons of nobility train to join the higher ranks of the Imperial army. Another is the religious sector, where lies the ancient temple of Min in the very center of the city. Every day hundreds visit to beg the god for forgiveness at the sacred sight, and ask the monks for help. Another 3 make the royal sector, where only the most highly ranked in Siamese society dwell, in the best type of life imaginable under the crown. Speaking of which, the final sector is in the middle of the three royal sectors.

The Palace Sector is for nobody but the royal family and it's servants. It is a most grand structure, with 200 rooms, dozens of servants working by the hour, and the greatest security and precaution imaginable. A small fort is part of the 2nd royal sector, and it guards the palace constantly from any attempt to do ill upon the King. Though not in the center, this is truly the most magnificent structure in all of Bangkok.

Outside of Bangkok, Siam proper exhibits the best of our culture and origins. Instead of villages, in the outskirts of Bangkok you'll find vast plantations of rice where villagers work together to take their produce to the Bangkok market. Even once you pass these, there are no villages for Siam proper is too rich to have impoverished folk like Malay province. You begin to see the estates of the nobles, once 7 at the time of the magnificant king, now several dozen. They are grand estates and buildings, but they don't compare to the kings palace. Several great stone roads are 4 lanes wide for carts to pass by, and they lead to the various provinces. Detailed roadside signs explain exactly where you are and where you are headed. Only when you travel far out of Siam proper do the paved roads begin to deteriate, and eventually transform into the dirt streets of the poor folk.

The Travels of Ittipon



Chapter 18 - So-Ma'Lee

"And so we parted from the land of the King Ethiope, our mighty caravels loaded with gifts and servants and books in the tongue of Axum. The journey along his coast was a pleasent one, and we often stopped by friendly villages whose dwellers gave us fruit and other gifts in exchange for our stories and curios. This went on for about a fortknight at our slow pace before we reached the waters of So-Ma'Lee.

Every child in Siam has heard of So-Ma'Lee, for it has become something of a land of legend. It is so far away that it seems untouchable to those who stay within the comfort of Siam all their lives, yet it is a part of Siam's history as much as we are a part of theirs. Tales of Rama the sailor, and the rich ivory products that had become a trademark of the wealthy scribes always gave it a sense of exoticness and distance, and yet here I stood within it's seas.



One could tell we had reached it's borders for we saw in the distance the port of Hargeysa province. It was not a large port, for it did not connect to the major trade routs. Merely So-Ma'Leen reed galleys would come by here to resupply before making the trip to Roman Egypt. From there they would take another galley to Greece, and then trek North so Fennia or Aragon. The port town was full of sad sailors who knew they might not see their home for many years, but they rejoiced when they saw our ships, and we talked over Siamese rice-beer for many hours.

From this port, we traveled along the coast towards the capital. It was different from the land of the Ethiopes, for there were few villages. Instead there were many seaside trade cities, at which we would stop and rest. We would do this for several such villages before we finally arrived at Mogadishu.



Mogadishu is truly the Bangkok of the West, a diamond among rubble. It's population is about half of Bangkok, but almost twice that of Lakong. In size it is like Sukhothai, except along the coast. The city is surrounded by 2 walls, the one in the front being recently build and smaller than it's brother. Still the great inner wall is one of the largest I had seen in all my travels, with keeps as tall as 3 elephants, and two such beasts in width.

Mogadishu is a merchants city, similar to Lakong except far busier. Unlike Bangkok's military port, So-Ma'Lee has a little navy, and thus Mogadishu's seaside is dominated by it's great market, which stretches far inland. It is a colorful place with people from all over the world. Most are the color of coffee, like the men of So-Ma'Lee, but there are many traders from Rome, the lands of the North, Siam, and even a few from Ceylon. There was one neighberhood I found during my stay here, where lived several dozen Somalianized Siamese, descendants of sailors. These men spoke a tattered version of the mother tongue, but kept many of our costums. Siam's presence is fealt alongside that of the other trading partners. A large statue of our common hero Rama is being built near the center of the marketplace.

continued on next post.

 

[Jason The King]

Past the great marketplace is a small wall, merely to keep the unwanted out of the more important areas of the city. Across this wall lie hundreds of mudbrick houses, or complexes of such hosues, where live the middle-class of Somalia. They are quickfooted, and their children are often seen running among the houses playing ball and board games.



Through this vast section of residences are three roads, which lead towrads the centre. It is along these roads that the more important structures of Mogadishu lie, such as the academies, barracks, libraries, and taverns. They all lead to a center section, where lies the great palace of Mogadishu. Here dwells the King of So-Ma'Lee, and his family and closest friends. It is different than our royal palaces, for it has domes and is far more circular in shape. A great garden surrounds it, like the palace of Mongkut, but it instead has palm trees and milk fruit from which tardy servants shall sometimes replenish their thirst when the overseers aren't looking. In the middle of the palace, I was privilidged to see, a small courtyard with the king's private garden; smaller yet far more exotic than the outer one. Here I was one of only a few foreigners to ever set foot in such, among the number with Rama the sailor.



My stay in Mogadishu was wonderful and as a serveant of Mongkut I was treated with much luxury and kindness. On the second week of my stay the King sent me on an expedition with one of his guards to the outer lands of his empire. I was surprised to see that most men of So'Ma-Lee live hear, outside the cities, farming what they can in the rich interior of the country. Past these many farms there is a war being fought between So'Ma-Lee and some barbarian kingdoms of nearby, and the soldiers urged me to turn around for my safety. I obliged grudgingly, and returned to Mogadishu. There I stayed for another 3 days collecting what souveniers could fit onto my loaded boats, before I left for my journey back to Siam.

 

[Kamilian]

stjnes4 - me as Russia (also my very first NES game and so far, honestly, my greatest)
I took Russia sometime in like 600 BC in that NES. or was it closer than that to 0 AD? I forget. Anyways, I took our beloved right into Republic when the revolution broke out. Built an Eastern Orthodox Church with its hub in Moscow's Hagia Sophia. Joined one of the greatest and most-long-lasting alliances of all NESs (well, all NESs that I know of, at least) - the Grand Alliance. Led Russia through terrorist attacks, some wars, gained Russia not only Siberia but also an overseas empire which contracted with the independence of Senegal and Liberia and then expanded with the world war in which France fell and I gained Uruguay to add to the complement of Eastern Greenland and Quebec... Led Russia through and out of a depression... established an intelligence agency... Helped fan the flames of outrage that led to the downfall of the second(?) UN after Japan's independence was not saved and it became clear that the UN wouldn't act if its own life depended on it... Ironically enough, its life did depend on it and guess what they did - nothing... Led Russia into socialism and into Cold War against the Fascist Alliance, made it out of the Cold War on the winning side... did nothing really worth noting after the Cold War other than give Quebec and Uruguay nominal self-government... Throughout the game, I had about 50 or so Constitutions because I loved to switch

That basically summed up Russia's life under my rule.

stjnes5 - me as Silesia ---> Silesia-Rus ---> Poland
Well, for stjnes4 if you really wanna know more detailed story of Russia, browse through StJNES4. It's a good read - trust me. Best 200 pages ever. lol.
Anyways, THIS was the real challenge for me - Silesia. I joined it on the eve of the barbaric onslaught. And when I joined stjnes5 I chose Silesia not just because I saw no other strong free nation but because I did kinda want a challenge, and Silesia was so small - wedged in between several regional powers - and obscure that it WOULD be a challenge. I got my wish. Finmaster, Jason, and Amon can all vouch for me when I say: Silesia was one hell of a challenge to survuve with. Like 1 turn after I joined and began my star-crossed (aka doomed) campaign to bring Silesia up to more strength, I got invaded from literally everywhere but from the south (Austria). After one or two turns of resistance, I had no choice but to give away more than half of Silesia's ehem... "empire"... to the invaders lest I be completely destroyed. Silesia became even more unimportant than it was when I first took control! So for a few turns I remained vengeful... then the Huns came... Left me w/ nothing but Breslau, the capital... The Anti-Muscovite Alliance devised a plan to build a wall, which would exclude me and I think one more eastern-European nation from its protection, which I opposed from the very minute it was proposed and continued to condemn that cowardly plan until it indeed failed and the Muscovites jumped over the walls as if they were one centimeter tall and Europe was overrun. Eventually, the Muscovites collapsed and withdrew to east of the Baltic states and Ukraine... I crafted a union with Kievan Rus - a fellow successor state after the Muscovite empire in Europe fell apart. I had regained significance and became a regional military and economic power, vital to the neighboring nations to maintain their economy. That's when Silesia-Rus joined as a federation and became Poland. I was plotting how to gain more territory and I invaded a nation south of me to gain more access to the Black Sea. I don't recall the nation's name, though... It was Byzantium, I believe. Thrace also collaborated and we partitioned it. Then Jason ended that NES. JUST as I was achieving my goal of bringing the obscure Silesia into power and glory!

 

[Amon Savag]

All those stories were good...But I particularly liked this fine masterpiece that was conducted by yours truly,as the Iron Face Empire.


I was deep inside Roman territory...Eating a piece of some man's face...The people around me didn't dare come more than 10 feet close.One peasant got a pitch fork and charged at me and when I turned my Iron Face his direction he stopped...And went home.

I walked down the road of the town and took a left down a different path,such was my responsibility to patrol,when I heard a growl from 1 street down.I hurried in that direction to find that an Iron Faced soldier was surrounded by something like 6 peasant farmers.

An Iron Faced Soldier busted threw the wall of a house right next to the peasants and then I ran inward at them...Now the Peasants were under attack and we weren't going to have any remourse.

1 went down,then another as I was swinging my glaive slicing all the peasants that got closer than 6 foot to me as I charged them.I could see the other 2 kill the rest,so I stopped...And all was silent for a few seconds as we caught our breath..Then a cry was heard,and we got back into stance as we looked and the entrances to this path lay blocked by angry peasants who thought that they could defeat Demons...Heh.

I raised my glaive high with 1 arm and growled fisiously against the enemy cries,along with my partners,and together we sent shrieks threw the enemies and some dropped their pitch forks and ran...The others,the more tough ones stood firm though...But their numbers were deffinetly hurt by desertions.

The peasant mob charged inward...We charged 1 side...As we got close I readied my glaive so I could swing and get maximum damage on as many of those hoodlums as possible...Then we crashed into eachother,I took out 3 the first swing,then rammed someone,shoving the weight of my armor into him and he was pushed into a few more,making a chain reaction and giving me time to smash those to my right.

I butted one in the neck with the staff part of my glaive,then swung and took out another 2 with it's blade.1 peasant charged me when I paried is pitch fork and bit into his cheek,for he shouldn't have gotten that close.He fell to his knees crying a painful cry when one of my partners lopped off his head via sword.

I kept swinging and taking as many down as I could.They backed me into a corner,5 of their strongest,and I was about to kick the side of the house I was backed into out,when 1 of Amon's Elite Gaurd jumped down onto 1,crushed him totally,then started swinging his sword franticly till all 5 of them were dead,then we ran into the middle of the field where a pile of peasant fools were in the middle of the street...Dead.

"You ok?" the Elite Gaurd asked us.We were still 3 strong,not including the Elite Gaurd...I was surprised,for it seemed like 100 men charged us.

"I don't think we have time to not be" I chuckled in his direction as I examined a new wound I had gotten on my leg.

"You think that's all of em?" One of the soldiers asked.

"Yeah...I'll be catching you guys later." the Elite Gaurd said as he jumped onto a roof and disapeared to the other side.

I took some blood from my wound and smeered it onto my Iron Face Coat.I then took some blood from my enemies and painted my hands red.I then readied my glaive and went to the barrack.

"What brings ye back so soon?" my commander said as he was polishing his Iron Face.

"I'm wounded man" I declared with a tone of pitch to my voice,proud of the wound."Me and 2 others were ambushed by a peasant Mob...They were quite the bunch,I'm surprised you didn't send men to assist..."

"I was wanting them to see the strength of the Iron Face and show the town what they're dealing with...You understand?" said my comander

"Aye" I declared as I walked into a room and saw a few soldiers laying upon beds bleeding and being tended to by a doctor.I sat on a bed in the far room and undonned my armor.

"What you hear for?" the doctor asked curiously

"What other reason than being wounded doc" I said giving a chuckle...I had my coat off by now and was soon undoing my chain male.

"Here's salt,and as you know this is water" the doc said as he put a pucket of water and a can,obviously,full of salt at a table on the end of the bed,obviously so I could treat myself...And I did.For the next hour I cleaned my wound and went into the main room,again,wearing my armor.

I heard a roar from outside that sounded like my comander,so I rushed outside,with everyone else to see what was happening....We saw the Comander standing in front of the barrack,obviously waiting for us to get in formation,and we did.Each of us stood 2 feet apart from eachother with weapons drewn to our sides...We were a Claive unit,so obviously we all had glaives.

"We are moving out...The Iron Emperor needs us to move with the main army to lay siege to some roman town to the east." he continued "What we're gunna do...Is kick ass,eat some roman skin,and paint our glaives red with their blood!" he finished as we all let out a loud roar/grunt of aproval. "Double Collumn!" he shouted and we hurried into 2 collumns with 10 men in each collumn...Then he started to march in the direction of the town's gate as he said "Forward march!"

Iron Face march is alot different than other countries,as far as I've seen.As we march we pound our glaives into the ground and shout a grunt every 5 steps so we keep on que.We kept marching till we saw,a batalion of Romans,whom I guess were trying to cut off the main army's supply route or something...But this was a small batalion was so small...Was the roman generals so stupid as to only have around 100 men cut off the supply route to the Iron Face Army!?

I heard the enemy commanders blow whistles and the Romans stood in formation.With their wall of shields and their cramped formations...They were right outside of a forest and I guess they were setting up camp on the road going threw that forest.Their archers readied arrows and pointed them in our direction,when my comander raised his glaive and screamed at the enemy...We followed suite.

The comander was in front of us...He turned around to face us "We are going to serve our Emperor as the Iron Faced men before us!May Amon be with us!"at that we gave a scream of aproval and started marching forward..With him at the lead...We were again marching in the Iron Face way and we could see the fear of the Romans on their faces.

The archers let loose a volley,around 30 arrows came our way as we were 100 yards away...We could sence their desperation as they let their volleys off so far away...The guy beside me looked at me and laughed as he broke the end of the arrow sticking out of him off...He lifted the part of arrow he broke off and screamed louder,even, than we.A few roman soldiers on the front line saw that,dropped his weapons,and ran to the forest.

We got 60 yards from the enemy and another volley let loose...They still missed for the majority and only 2 arrows stuck in...The guy beside me looked at me again and broke off another arrow.He was still marching perfectly though and didn't show any sign of pain.He rose that one,along with the first one,into the air and screamed again.

"CRUSH THEM!" the comander yelled to us and we broke into an all out charge..Bye now the Roman army was half of what it was...They didn't want to face demons...They deffinetly didn't have the courage of an Iron Face.We got about 20 yards away and the Romans that were left on the field started to march against us...I rose my glaive high,and my comander held his with both hands...Soon we were only 20 feet from the enemy....
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We were 5 foot away when we all jumped up with both of our feet pointing in the direction of the Roman tower shields and we bashed that squad in.I got up and was automaticly surrounded bye 3 roman soldiers...They closed in and my comander liced one of them down,then I charged into another and as another openned up I sliced him down.

A roman bashed me down to the ground with his shield and was about to slice off my leg with his shield when an Iron Face soldier I've never seen before sliced him down in his tracks...I got up to see what the crap was happening and I saw the Iron Emperor himself marching with his elite gaurd surrounding him.

The Iron Emperor looked so godly...I couldn't believe my eyes.He was totally clad in armor and was spiked everywhere.The Romans were sure to retreat now that the Main Army was there...But wait...The guys that retreated charged out from the forests and ambushed the Elite gaurd...Looks like they weren't running in fear,but they were actually just feining..

As I was looking in awe at the Iron Emperor I was sliced in my arm and quickly gained my sence of war back...Me and 2 more men surrounded a Roman soldier and pointing our glaives at him hissed and he dropped his sword and shield thereafter begging for life...I couldn't understand Latin so I beheaded him.

I turned to my left and saw a nicely sized Roman army marching at us,then turned back and saw the romans that we were fighting were all deusched up,and either tooken captive or beheaded...THose that were tooken captive were brought to the front line and some men went over there and bit some flesh off of them in front of the new roman army marching against them...Then they were beheaded.

"What is that!?" I asked a guy to my right as he was looking at the army with me...I thought he might know since he was with the Main army.

"That my friend is a Roman Army!" he said with a high voice,as if he wanted a piece of them.

"Where did they come from?" I wondered

"The town that the Iron Emperor is going to lay siege to.I guess they want to stop us before we reach the town." he informed me...I was quite nervous when I saw this army,but then Amon stood in front of us...Our god was standing there...He turned to face the enemy and rose his sword and the men beside me lifted their weapons and screamed their war chants to the enemy...I followed suite.

The comanders were handing out bows and arrows to everyone who didn't have them.When I got mine it reminded me of my childhood...Running threw the bavarian forests hunting with the village,and whatnot...I quickly remembered how to use it,and so I wielded it with one hand,as did everyone else as we got into formation and started doing our organised war chant.

We held the high ground on this field,and so we had an advantage with that...Also we had Amon's Elite Gaurd,who were on horses even though Amon was on foot most of the time.Amon had a fine horse though.Bigger than any other I'd seen before,but it had to be big to carry all the weight from the Iron Emperor's armor.

"All together boys!" my comander shouted to us as we were doing our chant...Amon lowered his sword and silence befell the battlefield...Then he pointed his sword in the direction of the enemy and shouted in the most demonic voice I've ever heard in my life to charge...He made the most demonic sounding guys in the army sound like sissies!

We started to march towards the romans...I was in the third rank.The first consisted of those with maces and morning stars,and the second consisted of those with swords...And the third,where I was,consisted of everything else.

We kept marching and chanting..And then we started to charge...Amon was in front of everyone...But as the charge went on the Elite Gaurds went in front of Amon as they were on horses and needed the top speed possible.

The Elite Gaurds clashed with the enemy...I could see a whole column of Romans get smashed right there,then the archers volleyed out at us...We were in fll charge bye now and some got hit...Only a few dropped though because they were dead..Everyone who were merely wounded by anything didn't show any signes of pain...As I kept on I saw the Elite Gaurds retreat...And then the Iron Emperor stopped charging and so we stopped charging...Then he lifted his sword and the comanders rose their bows,all the soldiers followed suite...We let our volley loose and watched as the romans used their turtle formation..THen we charged into them as they were recovering.

I saw some of the oddest stuff from my position in the back...One Iron Face actually jumped up on the turtle formation and climbed to the back of the platoon and started attacking the squad from the other side,almost totally whiping that squad out untill he died.(Since there were more boys from the squad's other side..It was quite the unpleasant surprise for them)

We hit them so hard that they started retreating almost immediately..Their general was no idiot..If they were to keep fighting we'd so easilly destroy the lot of them that it's not funny!But nevertheless...Amon kept slaughtering the enemies so we kept on as well!Killing roman after roman and then the General met with Amon...And the general lost his head shortly after with a quick blow from Amon's sword...The only action I got was when I got to stick my spear into someone's face from over one of my partner's shoulders.

With the enemy army breaking ranks and fleeing in every which way we started marching for the town...But in the distance I could see the army regrouping so I turned to my right and asked my comander "What is happening next!?"

"We're going to take another roman town" he said as he kept marching

"Oh!" I said agreeingly as I marched joyfully on...We didn't make it far before we started setting up camp near a river where we could easily refresh ourselves and grab some grub

 

[Amon Savag]

"Hey!" some man shouted to me as I was scooping some water into my mouth from the river "What's your name!?"

"My name is Daniel Heinersch...Why do you wish to know?" I wondered as I whiped my face off

"I'm here to make you a cap'm" he said and I could finally see him out of the dark...I bowed as I saw it was General Heinz."Rise" he said "Now you're Cap'm Heinersch!Go to that barrack to recieve your squad" he ordered.

I bowed one last time and walked to the barracks where there were men inside the thing huddled around a fire....I waited for a little while to listen to what they had to say.

"I wonder what this guy's going to be like." Asked one

"I dunno...But he had better be awesome!" replied another

"Ahwww!!!My balls itch!" said one

"Use this arm if you need" offered another as he lifted an arm he clearly amputated off of a Roman in battle.

"No thanks...I've got a hand of me own!" replied the first one.

"Alright gentlemen" I said as I entered the tent. "Listen up...I'm Cap'm Heinersch,and I'm your new cap'm...So please...Cut me some slack and work with me...Or else"

"Or else what?" some huge guy got up thinking he was big cheese.

"Or else I'm going to have to MAKE you." I replied...Then he looked at my Iron Face Coat and sat back down,seeing the great many blood smeres there were."That's right ladies...We're going into battle and you know how dishonorable it is to disobey orders...So keep your honor and die if needed for your Emperor" I comanded and they all grunted in acceptance.

The next day I woke up and went out of my tent...Surely enough there were already people setting up for the trip ahead...Except a few changes,there were now some newly crafted rafts.These rafts were about 10 ft bye 5 ft and on one of the longer sides had a small wall built as protection from Arrows I'm sure.

"Wake up men!" I yelled into the barrack,and everyone got up and went outside and stood in firm ranks,as good men should. "We're going now...So get your ****,and pack the tent" I ordered,and they went to work right after.

We had to ride in one of the rafts...There were about 5 of them..We rode down the river for quite a while untill we came to the town and started to slow down,with out oars...We could see the army marching in the distance,headed by the Iron Emperor in the front.

"Ram into that bank!" I comanded my men,and they did."Get out and drench this raft!" I continued.They gave a grunt and then went about it...Soon the raft was completely wet..And we got back on and started going about our trip to the town...Our job was to get in,open the gate,and gaurd the gate..Soon we were to find that impossible.

We were at the mouth of the river entrance to the city...Enemy archers shot arrows down at us,and we returned fire.2 rafts were set ablaze bye fire arrows,but none of them could set my raft ablaze because it was drenched.We landed and were automatically surrounded by mobs of militia and a few roman soldiers..We got the glaives out and started going to work,sending deuschbag after deuschbag to their deaths.

I smashed into one with my shoulder then twirled over and sliced one across the face,and jumped on top of a roman tower shield,stabbed that soldier in the face and jumped down behind him and sliced down another 3 peasants.I was in a fury of killin stuff,and wasn't about to stop...Soon the enemies started to retreat though,to prearanged places..The comander of the expedition lay dead in one of the burning rafts,I assumed comand of the rest of us...I saw the way to the gate the most heavilly gaurded now that they were barrackading the roads.

"CHARGE!" I shouted as I ran toward a side road,that would surely end up in going to the gate anyways.

We ran at it and tackled the barrackade and the men behind us jumped over us and started slicing the enemies down where they stood...Then we charged in all out grief,then took a right,as we thought was the right direction to find the gate,only to find ourselves entrapped in a 1 way road...There was houses on one side and the romans on the other...No way out,really.I studied the area around me quickly to find something and it hit me,just like when I was on patrol duty in the town from the past.

"Charge into that wall" I comanded a squad.

"What!?" the cap'm of the squad asked

"I SAID CHARGE!" I roared and they quickly persued the coarse of action I comanded them to.

"YEEEEE DIGADY!" I heard one of the men say as they crashed into the wall of one of the houses and we all went into the house,quicly being persued by the enemies.

We ran threw the house and found a roman and his whife doing the naughty,we didn't give a **** though because we were running for dear freaking lives...We got out of the house where I saw the gate.

The enemy archers on the walls saw us and started shooting arrows down at us,I got hit but I kept running,as it only hit me in my coat...Didn't do anything but nick my armor.We got to the gate and noticed the enemies on the walls had redirected their fire to something else,I figured it was our men when we saw Amonic arrows being showered against the enemy archers...We sliced the gaurd garrison down and started cranking the gate open.

The enemies were already doing battle with us and we were soon pulling back...when the gates were openned about 10 of Amon's Elite Gaurds had rushed in and now they were packing the enemies fudge and one said "Retreat!It is Amon's order!" I gave a grunt and pulled back and started running for dear life out of there,followed bye amon's elite gaurds who were protecting our bums.

When we got to the new camp we saw that the Iron Emperor had already layed plans for the taking of the city in another way...Bye mining the walls.We saw these mines and about shat ourselves at the genius.

"You!" I heard the voice of someone who sounded like a bad mother****er behind me...I turned around and saw the Iron Emperor and he said "You've done well Cap'm Heinersch...Keep up the good work or else!" he comanded...I felt so honored,for he talked to me.I bowed deeply and added a "I would do no less".

After a few days we had camped outside the enemy city...The enemies thought we were going to starve them to death,but of course this wasn't the case...But in like 2 weeks we had recieved word from those inside the mine that it was ready..So the Iron Emperor gave the order to ready ourselves for battle,and on the next day we would take the city.

The next day we all got ready,and got into formations,for marching.Amon gave the order to set the planks on fire under the walls and then we started to march...A slow march and in Iron Face fashion,giving lo9ud scream/grunts the whole march there.We soon were in all out charge though and then we stopped as the Iron Emperor did...The enemies on the walls looked puzzled,and then the Iron Emperor pointed his finger and shouted 2 words that I will remember for the rest of my life. "FUDGE PACKAGE!" and then the walls fell to nothing.

The enemies that were on the walls and behind the walls imediately were smashed.The Iron Emperor pointed his sword in the direction of the city nd everyone rushed in to take the town.I myself was in the second rank this time,so we got only to rape and pillage,while the front liners were getting wounded....I wanted another wound.

After the battle was over with we lines up the men and made them swear loyalty to the Iron Emperor.They did.So then we gave them their women and children back to them and told them to live happy lives...Actually only 2 or 3 women had been raped.The Iron Emperor looks down on rapes and if he was to catch one of us raping a chick he would have us beheaded for disgracing himself to human needs...We were no humans...We were demons,so we needed to act as such.

"Well...We kicked quite the amount of ass eh?" One of my men said whilst around a fire that night.

"Aye...But will it be the end?" asked another

"I sure's the **** hope not!I've not got enough sueveneres!" said the first one.

"Comeon...There's more to life than human body parts" said a different person

"TREASON!!!"Shouted the first man.Everyone stodd up and pinned the man to the building..."What do you think there is then!?Huh!?"

"I was just saying maybe it would be nice to live normal..." he stopped speaking because of the sword that was driven threw him.He was not worthy of the Iron Face and therefor should die,as he did...The rest of the night lay quiet as we dreamt of the days forward...

 

[Jason The King]

All great .

Kamilian: it was thrace you invaded, with aid from byzantium .