Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Petty? of course!
Tiny? a)Never! and b) says Venice
Tiny? a)Never! and b) says Venice
NES2 V - The Great Game.
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Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
The drums of war pound ever closer
Mr. X.
Mr. X.
MjM
Deity
From Portugal
To Mr X
Why not be Mr M or Mr O? Mr X sucks.
To Mr X
Why not be Mr M or Mr O? Mr X sucks.
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
Mr X is not my real name fool If I told you my real name then my peoples independence would be threathend by those who seek to deny it.
- Mr. X.
- Mr. X.
MjM
Deity
To Mr X
Mr X still sucks use a differnt letter. kkthx
Mr X still sucks use a differnt letter. kkthx
KrimzonStriker
Master of the Dawn
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Hey MjM I sent you a PM about Stormbringers NES, I want a reply or to know if you didn't get it, please respond.
MjM
Deity
I didnt get a pm? 
KrimzonStriker
Master of the Dawn
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Uhhh never mind I'll send it to you now then.
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
To Mr X. Unlike you Mr. MjM I only need one letter and while I am sure some people would prefer Mr. Z, I like the style Mr. X has as X denotes something that has been delted from that spot aka my REAL NAME.
- Mr. X.
- Mr. X.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Voici le deuxieme parti! Due to this story being too fun to do quickly, I've decided to make it 3 parts.
Cyrus and Darius Military Academy, Part Two
As General Mustafa walked through the gates, he smiled. His memories of early service here werent exactly fresh, so they were a bit tinged with nostalgia, as most memories are. Oh, the fun they had when those angry rioters stormed the compound back in 45! Not to mention the first time they used the cannons well, that time was a bit less enjoyable. Mustafa was a realist, and he knew the sacrifices that so many of his comrades had made back in those times.
And all for what some corrupt puppet of a Shah (the devil take him) but what could be done about it, the men werent coming back. Hosayn's blunders could be undone, though. At least their deaths would be remembered in a redeemed Persia. Alright, time to see the Mustafas of tomorrow. Heheheh
But he was quite amazed at the similarity of the place. Walking past the main courtyard, he strode past the fountain and the horse troughs, and walked around the base of the main academy hall. The only major difference was the new, gilt edged minaret at the top of the building. Interesting well I suppose it was an Islamic revolution after all.
Passing into the rear of the compound, a wide, 20 acre field served as a parade ground and cavalry training area. Mustafa squinted to see the 20 figures at the other end, all wheeling their horses about a bit inexpertly except for one. Ah, theyre getting the hang of it who is that teacher though he really does know what hes doing. Even from this distance it was clear that the man on the lead horse was massive. Six foot five, at the least. He was broadshouldered, but not fat at all, and he had a huge cavalry sabre in its sheath.
The most distinguishing physical feature about him was his long, bushy, voluminous black beard. At first, Mustafa couldnt believe his poor eyes. But then, recognizing his comrade from the Turkmen Wars, he roared out a greeting. Captain Malik! Teaching the whelps to ride are we?
Immediately seeing the tall general and cantering up to him, his gigantic steppe horse reared as Malik literally flew off its back, to land next to Mustafa. An ironic smirk on his face (perhaps at seeing his old friend with the trappings of a general) he spoke. Thats Lieutenant Colonel Malik to you, you sneaky, halfassed, brownnosing, Turkloving, two-faced son of a harlot!
Its good to see you too, old comrade, Mustafa murmured. We dont want the cadets thinking they can get away with as much as we can, do you? Oh, I dont think theyll be stepping out of line with me to discipline them. Hah! An old, balding man like you, you couldnt keep a mouse in line. A steely glint appeared in Maliks eye. You know Mustafa, I always said that Id duel you, any weapon, anytime. Mustafa, almost scared for a moment, realized his friend was joking. Sure sure, go ahead but youll have to do the explaining when the Shah finds out his top general has been butchered! Laughing together, the old soldiers talked under the curious eyes of the mounted cadets for a few more minutes, and then Mustafa walked to the grandstand to watch their training.
He saw the cadets bring their horses to a gallop, sever the heads of the straw dummies while avoiding their wooden bayonets, and wheel their horses about back to Malik. He saw them practice hand to hand unmounted and mounted combat, listening to his instructions NOT to hold the saber like a flower to raise the blade parallel to the scalp to block your opponents blow, and then cut, in a backwards C shape around your enemys blade to slash out his stomach. Malik characteristicly got angrier as he got more exhausted. ITS NOT ONE OF THOSE PAPER THIN FRENCH RAPIERS, YOU IDIOTS! YOU SLASH TO KILL! At that pleasant remark, Mustafa left the grandstand and walked in the tall oaken doors of the main building, refitted (and nicely, at that) for the students use.
As he walked into the storied halls, the combat outside was muffled. Mustafa just planned to listen in to the classes in the next three rooms. Each teacher, in an interesting policy, was allowed to design his own class according to his personal military expertise. There were military history classes, discussions of the different tactical schools of thought, and more practical classes such as battlefield medicine. Most were mandatory, depending on the preferred specialty of the officer-in-training. Ive got to admit, Mustafa whispered, Ardashir got those bureaucrats to actually do something right for once.
OOC: The saber training is accurate. I fence, specifically foil and sabre. Not mounted, though.
Cyrus and Darius Military Academy, Part Two
As General Mustafa walked through the gates, he smiled. His memories of early service here werent exactly fresh, so they were a bit tinged with nostalgia, as most memories are. Oh, the fun they had when those angry rioters stormed the compound back in 45! Not to mention the first time they used the cannons well, that time was a bit less enjoyable. Mustafa was a realist, and he knew the sacrifices that so many of his comrades had made back in those times.
And all for what some corrupt puppet of a Shah (the devil take him) but what could be done about it, the men werent coming back. Hosayn's blunders could be undone, though. At least their deaths would be remembered in a redeemed Persia. Alright, time to see the Mustafas of tomorrow. Heheheh
But he was quite amazed at the similarity of the place. Walking past the main courtyard, he strode past the fountain and the horse troughs, and walked around the base of the main academy hall. The only major difference was the new, gilt edged minaret at the top of the building. Interesting well I suppose it was an Islamic revolution after all.
Passing into the rear of the compound, a wide, 20 acre field served as a parade ground and cavalry training area. Mustafa squinted to see the 20 figures at the other end, all wheeling their horses about a bit inexpertly except for one. Ah, theyre getting the hang of it who is that teacher though he really does know what hes doing. Even from this distance it was clear that the man on the lead horse was massive. Six foot five, at the least. He was broadshouldered, but not fat at all, and he had a huge cavalry sabre in its sheath.
The most distinguishing physical feature about him was his long, bushy, voluminous black beard. At first, Mustafa couldnt believe his poor eyes. But then, recognizing his comrade from the Turkmen Wars, he roared out a greeting. Captain Malik! Teaching the whelps to ride are we?
Immediately seeing the tall general and cantering up to him, his gigantic steppe horse reared as Malik literally flew off its back, to land next to Mustafa. An ironic smirk on his face (perhaps at seeing his old friend with the trappings of a general) he spoke. Thats Lieutenant Colonel Malik to you, you sneaky, halfassed, brownnosing, Turkloving, two-faced son of a harlot!
Its good to see you too, old comrade, Mustafa murmured. We dont want the cadets thinking they can get away with as much as we can, do you? Oh, I dont think theyll be stepping out of line with me to discipline them. Hah! An old, balding man like you, you couldnt keep a mouse in line. A steely glint appeared in Maliks eye. You know Mustafa, I always said that Id duel you, any weapon, anytime. Mustafa, almost scared for a moment, realized his friend was joking. Sure sure, go ahead but youll have to do the explaining when the Shah finds out his top general has been butchered! Laughing together, the old soldiers talked under the curious eyes of the mounted cadets for a few more minutes, and then Mustafa walked to the grandstand to watch their training.
He saw the cadets bring their horses to a gallop, sever the heads of the straw dummies while avoiding their wooden bayonets, and wheel their horses about back to Malik. He saw them practice hand to hand unmounted and mounted combat, listening to his instructions NOT to hold the saber like a flower to raise the blade parallel to the scalp to block your opponents blow, and then cut, in a backwards C shape around your enemys blade to slash out his stomach. Malik characteristicly got angrier as he got more exhausted. ITS NOT ONE OF THOSE PAPER THIN FRENCH RAPIERS, YOU IDIOTS! YOU SLASH TO KILL! At that pleasant remark, Mustafa left the grandstand and walked in the tall oaken doors of the main building, refitted (and nicely, at that) for the students use.
As he walked into the storied halls, the combat outside was muffled. Mustafa just planned to listen in to the classes in the next three rooms. Each teacher, in an interesting policy, was allowed to design his own class according to his personal military expertise. There were military history classes, discussions of the different tactical schools of thought, and more practical classes such as battlefield medicine. Most were mandatory, depending on the preferred specialty of the officer-in-training. Ive got to admit, Mustafa whispered, Ardashir got those bureaucrats to actually do something right for once.
OOC: The saber training is accurate. I fence, specifically foil and sabre. Not mounted, though.
GermanRuler
Rise Up!
I shall aid the French!(and when do we send in the next orders?)
Drake Rlugia
....
By WedNESday.
Also, Venice likes diplomacy. Someone send me some.
Also, Venice likes diplomacy. Someone send me some.
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
To Venice
From Mr. X
Help us secure our freedom.
From Mr. X
Help us secure our freedom.
Drake Rlugia
....
To Mr. X
From Venice
We are a humble nation at this moment, surrounded by nations who wish to see us defeated. For that reason, we feel that we need to speak on more secure lines(aka PM), before we can decide if your cause is worthy or not. You should also remember we can do little to contribute.
From Venice
We are a humble nation at this moment, surrounded by nations who wish to see us defeated. For that reason, we feel that we need to speak on more secure lines(aka PM), before we can decide if your cause is worthy or not. You should also remember we can do little to contribute.
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
To Venice
From Mr. X
Ahh but we are both ancient peoples that have been overrun and we both seek to regain our independence from the oppressors who oppress us so. It is in our best intrests to support each other.
From Mr. X
Ahh but we are both ancient peoples that have been overrun and we both seek to regain our independence from the oppressors who oppress us so. It is in our best intrests to support each other.
Drake Rlugia
....
To Mr. X
From Venice
Perhaps, but we live in a world surrounded by the corrupt. If one power deemed it acceptable, we could both be whipped from the face of this earth, our independence destoried. For that reason, I urge we talk on more secure lines.
From Venice
Perhaps, but we live in a world surrounded by the corrupt. If one power deemed it acceptable, we could both be whipped from the face of this earth, our independence destoried. For that reason, I urge we talk on more secure lines.
GermanRuler
Rise Up!
Venice, Sheep We should form some allience or something
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
Its Mr. X.
The Caltrop
Chieftain
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ooc: I would like to join this NES, if possible. However, all the short posts refer to other disjointed posts confuses me. If someone could do an update (like the original post, but the situation 'now'), I would be quite appreciative. 
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
I am Mr. X. that clears what I know of this nes up for you.
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