chapter one: the beginning
My opponents civilizations were growing far more than my measly little squat.
I had three cities, or, more aptly named, towns, in the great motherland of Russia.
There was an incessant barrage of surveys telling me that my civilization was a miniscule
spec on the resource and vegetitation heavy continent in which we quaint Russians
dwelled.
Eventually, my rock hard willpower crumbled under the accusations of mediocracy, and
I decided to expand. We were being raided by barbarians every few years from the east, the north
and west was nothing but ocean, but the south, was a clear, open, forest of oppurtunity,
and I was feeling too lazy to attack the barbarians. You know, the ammassing of a great
army and such, just didn't appeal to me. All I wanted was that dye in the southern forest
so I could turn my hair blue and my clothes pink. I didn't want a war.
Alas. War is what I had.
I took the settler south, with escort from one of my lowly warriors. I feared attack from
the barbarians, but at the time they were nothing but warriors themselves, I did't want
to waste time training axemen to guard one li'l settler off for a peaceful lifetime trip
in the dye forest.
We settled the town, and began construction of a granary. My workers began building roads
to bring luxuries and other resources into the town, and all was well.
But as the villagers observed ther view from their beautiful new homes in the trees they
saw something totally unexpected. Queen Issabella was marching a two battallion army of
Axemen northward. Not towards the new tree town.. But straight to the capital.
Reports were sent back urgently through the chain of workers building the roads, and the
population of the new town boarded up their windows, and prepared, as well as they could for
the army that would be sent to them.
By the time news got back to Moscow the small Spanish army was but 30miles away, poised for
attack. Moscow began training Axemen to defend the town, as there was a quaint single
battalion of Archers patrolling the towns perimeter and nothing more.
As the Axemen approached, the citizens panicked, unsure whether the new battalion of Axemen
would be fit for fighting soon enough, or even if they'd be good enough. The Archers had
provided a good service in the past, warding of barbarian raiding parties and such, and
they could undoubtedly hold off a single battallion of Axemen. But two... well, that
was twice what they could cope with. If those Axemen weren't ready in time, the shock
of a southern expansion turning into anhiliation of the country's capital would tear
apart Russia, leaving it as fodder for the barbarians, or the Samurai to the east.
But luck was on the side of the Russians this time. The new battalion was ready as
the spanish charged the gates of moscow. Arrows rained down in the countryside surrounding
the capital, crushing almost a whole battalion of Spanish Axemen. Once they reached the
gates however, the fight became a free for all brawl, archers grabbed bottles, pitchforks..
whatever they could find and battered the remaining soldiers of the first Spanish battalion
into a bloody mess that would take two whole weeks to clear from the streets of Moscow.
As the second battalion appeared, the archers fled, their numbers diminished, and their
ranks exhausted.. but forth came the Russian elite. The weilders of the mighty Russian
War Axe. Forth they came with a furious might, and crushed the Spanish with no fight.
Heads were removed from necks, legs from waists. The Spanish didn't even know what was coming,
and their entire army was decimated in less than half an hour.
The battle was won. The Russians had successfuly defended their home town. Their
capital city. The heart of the motherland was safe. For now.
But from the south came reports that the Spanish were building a new army. One
twice the size of the original. So again, the hardy Russian people prepared.
They brought in stocks for a possible siege. They built barricades in the steets
to slow the enemy advance., They trained soldiers, built thousands of War Axes.
Moscow became a fortress.
But.. the lowly little town to the south, bringing dyes for hair and pretty
views was forgotten in this time of hardship. They were left with a few hundred
warriors, weilding nothing more than clubs and pitchforks, while the elite
guards, amassing to something around seven thousand soldiers, were given the
perfectly crafted War Axes and beautiful fortifications.
An army of four thousand emerged from Spain. Marching straight through this
forgotten town. A town who's lifespan was so short, it's name has been
lost and forgotten since it's destruction. The Spanish slaughtered the
people of this town. They murdered, raped, gutted, killed. No citizen was
spared. Not even for slavery. The buildings were burned and the corpses left
to rot in the ashes of their beautful utopian home in the trees.
The Spanish marched forth.
News of the destruction reached Moscow before the Spanish armies. Morale dropped,
as did the dedication of the city watch. The settlers of the forgotten city
were born and bred in Russia, they left with promises to friends and family
they would return with stories of a wonderful new land. The city watch, and
the Russian army had many relatives and friends on the settling expedition to the
south. The Russians have a very close community, your problem is my problem
is a phrase they love to recite often. So all were affected.
When the Spanish reached Moscow they came to the city limits before they were
noticed. A few hundred Russians were killed in the rush yo the fight.
Their eagerness to kill the ones that had slaughtered their friends, their comrades,
brought them their own deaths.
The Russians fought bravely, they fought hard. But they fought drunk.
The Spanish fought hard, but they fought scared, they could not even concieve
of such a large army under Russian control when they set off.
But here it was and they fought like monsters, their eyes red, full with fire,
anger. Revenge.
The Russians lacked discipline in the final battle. But they had courage, they
had nothing but revenge left in their minds and lives. They became monsters
under this rage and eventually overcame the tactical blunders and crushed
the Spanish by sheer brute force.
If there had been one hundred men they would have quickly taken down the Spanish
army, but the thousands upon thousands there did nothing but trip over the others
feets for a long while. So eager to go into battle they were. So eager to give
their lives for their lost ones, their loved ones. So eager to avenge them.
And revenge was gained. The armies that crushed the now forgotten town to the
south were slain. The survivors hung slow. And the leaders heads sent back to Spain
to show what happens when an Army comes to Russia with ideas of slaughter or
capture.
Issabella then signed a peace treaty. Which will last until the Russians build their
armies up to a sufficient size, that they can crush the Spanish in one quick swoop.
And, with that, ends my story, undoubtedly some words and sentences may be in need of a bit of cleaning. But so is that old Russian empire. The streets will soon be flooding with blood as they were when the archers took up arms to defends against a battallion of crazed Spanish Axemen. But this time, the blood will pour on Spanish soil.
So, I bid you farewell, as I must travel south, put on a pole, Isabbelle's head and mouth.
So is Catherine of course. I always try to be on good terms with Isabella but she's such a freakin' religous fanatic, and always calls my people heatens and trys to kill us!!!!
