Amenhotep7
Spartiate
Crap, that's tough luck, man. But it seems you have a substantial treasury, so maybe you can buy a few of the techs you need.
Out of the Rubble I The Byzantine Empire
- Thread starter MSTK
- Start date
Sandman2003
Prince
There are a couple of 2 fers you can do there to catch up in tech. Ie buy from Portugal or Persia and swap with Egypt. Currency will be cheaper then the republic - the AI loves to value government techs very highly.
Great story so far.
Great story so far.
Uncle Sam
Educated Redneck
Ouch, it's gonna be tough to catch up in techs. 
I'm not sure i could do it, but then again, i'm not very good at such things.
I'm not sure i could do it, but then again, i'm not very good at such things.
The Omega
Completely Insane
I think the reason you're doing so badly compared to other civs is that you never did a settler rush, where you coninuesly make settlers until you control a large portion of land.
The Omega
Completely Insane
Instead of having each city producing a settler and a escort, have some produce settlers and others escorts. or if you have good relationships with the other civs, and few barbarians, simply make settlers and let teh new citys make guards.
Sandman2003
Prince
MSTK, you are going to carry on, aren't you?
what do you mean?
Vanadorn
Motorcycling Paladin
Play the game to the end - win or lose. And keep us in the loop and in the know on how it's going.
V
V
Sandman2003
Prince
Excellent. We look forward to the next chapter.MSTK said:
CHAPTER SEVEN: The Dive
Excerpts from The Second Melian Wars, Written and Illustrated by Charlemagne Elsar.
NOTE: This part is a little slow, and there is barely any action in it. It is all in preparation for Chapter Eight The Plunge. So please bare with me
I made a neat map on my Indian Campaign to make it up for you.
It was a long day, although young Vanadorn Elsar had a good time. Yet he was so tired! He loved his job, no doubt about that. Military Advisor for Empress Theodora of the Despotism of Byzantium.
The First Melian War was still lingering in the near past when plans were drawn up to instigate a second attack. How could the same civilization start two world wars within such a close span of less than 100 years?
Yes, I know that this would never happen in real life
.
The day had been a huge day of argument and ideas that left the entire advisory council and Theodora herself tired and eager for a rest. A war would not be started until long after, but to them, it felt like it would start tomorrow.
As well, the effects of the First Melian Wars were still running! The dynamic force of India and Byzantine had barely scratched the surface of Korea, and was a small-scale war to say the most. While the Byzantines, the instigators of the war, had backed out, Korea and India remained locked at war. This was an integral part of the plan, as Koreas weakening of India was almost a key. But just a month after the meeting of war planning,
And now that factor was gone.
A new meeting was drawn. The verdict was square and grim. India would fall. It will fall very soon, regardless of Koreas participation and regardless of any other factor that should interfere.
--------------------------------------------------
Alright, settle down, Alexander Nerdian XII called out to those in the building. While his direct father was not Nerdian XI, he was still proud to succeed his ancestors by gaining the position of Science Advisor.
Welcome to the Bi-Weekly Nerd Convention, he announced. Nerd, of course, was because of his last name. But the practice of using the word nerd as a demoralizing word was spreading around Byzantium. Today, we will be discussing an ongoing idea that we have been looking into for quite a long time, when it was first put in the suggestion box a hundred years ago. I am proud to say that Theodora has put in her entire taxes onto this project, because she sees benefit in our product.
So, for the first half of the BWNC, we will be going through this idea, and for the rest, we will exchange in anecdotes of any kind that you want. Any questions?
A newcomer raised his hand like a schoolchild.
Yes, he started, not waiting for a confirmation. What exactly are we working on?
This is a new project called The Republic, its name based on the root of a language that India spread to us long ago during diplomacy known as Spanish Latin.
The Republic is a government system where the people have a voice, instead of the Despot having absolute power. We have so far figured out a few things.
First of all, decisions would be made always as what most people see it as. This data would be collected as a poll, where all citizens submit a vote. The higher opinion is implemented.
Second, the government will now be split into three parts - the executive, the senate, and the legislature. The executives are the head of the Republic, where they can veto laws and control most of what happens. The legislature is in charge of trials and persecution of law-breakers, which are created by the senate, who deal with matters of the public.
There are other details, which are written down for memo. But that is the main gist of it, he concluded.
Then what do we have to do next? the newcomer asked.
Alex froze at the thought for the past years, all they had been doing was trying to poke at things. What progress had they gotten to? Was this idea was refined enough? His department had not submitted anything recently, despite Theodoras surge in funding.
Well, Im not sure he stumbled. We have to do this, and that, and
It looks like your idea is good as it is, the newcomer suggested. How long have you been working on this? I think that you should have finished years ago, and these years have been made for trying to poke at things. What progress have you gotten to? Surely, this idea is refined enough. Besides, your department had not submitted anything recently, despite Theodoras surge in finding.
Nerdian did not know what to do, really. In truth, there was no justification in continuing and wasting any more gold.
What is your name, newcomer? Alex asked.
Im your son!
The first part of the BWNC was adjourned to anecdotes and suggestions for the next project. The prevailing suggestion was currency. After all, there was less and less gold available. If currency was researched, there would be a substitution gold that would be worth just as much, but easily created and practically unlimited.
That night, Alexander made his report to Theodora.
--------------------------------------------------
Well, we are all very impressed at your discovery, Nerdian, Vanadorn Elsar grumbled. However, as the Military Advisor and the Praetor of your Republic, I cannot support changing the government at this time. The only way to do so is to convince the citizens to reform themselves and elect their new leader, who would most likely be Theodora here, as their consul. However, such revolution would halt the needed production of our military troops for many years!
Also, the Domestic Advisor added, If we change to this Republic, our new military would cost twice as much. Your system is also very vulnerable to corruption. And lets not forget our Golden Age. If we go into anarchy now, then our Golden Age will be wasted.
As well, the Foreign advisor added,
If we expect to reap the gifts that Korea will hand us if we join their war, then we must be prepared. And anarchy during war is not a good idea.
And finally, Theodora added, My loyal people have just completed a dome for my palace! Why would they want more freedom? They seem fine as they are.
For one of the first times in the history of the Byzantines, the Science Advisor was turned down. You seriously arent considering this, right? he muttered. You dont want to be a backwards people! Soon everyone will be eras ahead of us and we wont be able to guard against it!
Well, Theodora started.
Please dont, Vanadorn snapped.
We will keep your funding at the rate it is now. Hopefully this currency thing will help us guard against our not-so-backwards rivals.
After a few moans, everyone filed out. The Second Melian Wars had begun. Korea, Carthage, and Byzantium were locked in combat. Where was India?
--------------------------------------------------
Well, the Crooked Road is nearly complete, the worker laughed. These Indians will have quite a surprise!
Hush! his friend reminded him. We are still in Indian Territory! No doubt they will be watching us very closely.
It was a nice day in India, near the borders of Delhi. Having strung an entire road network towards it, it was definitely a satisfying feeling to near the end of construction. Originally intended to be used as a trade route, the Crooked Road was made crooked, in manners of betrayal. The road would be used to bring the Byzantine Advance directly to India very quickly. Best of all, India was in no way suspicious.
Its a bit sad, though, dont you think? a laborer asked. It is very underhanded for Theodora to think this way. What makes you think she wont do the same to us?
I think that the Nerd Convention has settled on a new idea that will balance power between subjects and rulers, the worker replied.
I doubt theyll use it, another replied. War is coming.
The day ended and the workers slept in an Indian camp. The next day was the completion of the Crooked Road. They fell back to the Byzantine Territory. It was over. Everything was set up. Now the only ting left to do is to wait and see if this war would succeed.
And whether or not it would be worth it.
--------------------------------------------------
Our analysts could not have picked a better time! Theodora laughed, trying to hide her anger. She was the daughter of the Theodora who planned the war. And now, she was faced with launching it.
Then let us initiate this campaign now! Vanadorn Elsar urged. He was much older than the new Empress now, but his vigor still remained. Any more waiting would not be worth it, and it would just allow India to gain more defenses.
Ill have to agree with Vanadorn, milady, Jack Nerdian replied. Theodora was quick to appoint him after his accomplishments in the Republics discovery. We know that India is approaching on new technology fast, known as Feudalism, which would give them the undefeatable Pikemen. We must beat them to this.
Very well, Theodora laughed. It wasnt as if I was not going to launch it anyway. She looked to Vanadorn. So I trust it that you have the campaign maps and our plans?
Yes, milady, Vanadorn replied. He unrolled a map and laid it onto a table.
This map has all the battles and formations listed on it, just to tell the future. Of course, this was not on the actual map in real life
However, the arrows were on the real life map.
Seems good to me, Theodora noted after seeing all the notes. Does everyone else agree?
They all nodded in confirmation.
There is one problem, though, Vanadorn added. About halfway through the war, we will not be producing enough Swordsmen. We need to have many more cities
No problem, Jack smiled. At this rate, by that time is over, my department will have developed a unit so strong that no defender in Melian can stand against.
Ill hold you to that word, Vanadorn offered as a friendly challenge. Though by that time, we will both be long dead.
Theodora stopped this. Looking too far ahead would be a bad thing for her morale. So, we have the Koreans on our sides, right?
Yes, the Foreign Advisor answered.
It is settled, then, Theodora said. But remember, we are also at war with the Carthagians.
The entire council laughed out loud.
Theodora could not let the possibility escape her mind, though. But the confidence of her advisor house assured her that the Carthagians would not be a threat. The history of the Byzantines once again raced over her mind. They had brought India to their mercy long ago with the First Battalion and reduced India to a single city.
Would it happen again?
Excerpts from The Second Melian Wars, Written and Illustrated by Charlemagne Elsar.
NOTE: This part is a little slow, and there is barely any action in it. It is all in preparation for Chapter Eight The Plunge. So please bare with me
I made a neat map on my Indian Campaign to make it up for you.It was a long day, although young Vanadorn Elsar had a good time. Yet he was so tired! He loved his job, no doubt about that. Military Advisor for Empress Theodora of the Despotism of Byzantium.
The First Melian War was still lingering in the near past when plans were drawn up to instigate a second attack. How could the same civilization start two world wars within such a close span of less than 100 years?
Yes, I know that this would never happen in real life
.The day had been a huge day of argument and ideas that left the entire advisory council and Theodora herself tired and eager for a rest. A war would not be started until long after, but to them, it felt like it would start tomorrow.
As well, the effects of the First Melian Wars were still running! The dynamic force of India and Byzantine had barely scratched the surface of Korea, and was a small-scale war to say the most. While the Byzantines, the instigators of the war, had backed out, Korea and India remained locked at war. This was an integral part of the plan, as Koreas weakening of India was almost a key. But just a month after the meeting of war planning,
And now that factor was gone.
A new meeting was drawn. The verdict was square and grim. India would fall. It will fall very soon, regardless of Koreas participation and regardless of any other factor that should interfere.
--------------------------------------------------
Alright, settle down, Alexander Nerdian XII called out to those in the building. While his direct father was not Nerdian XI, he was still proud to succeed his ancestors by gaining the position of Science Advisor.
Welcome to the Bi-Weekly Nerd Convention, he announced. Nerd, of course, was because of his last name. But the practice of using the word nerd as a demoralizing word was spreading around Byzantium. Today, we will be discussing an ongoing idea that we have been looking into for quite a long time, when it was first put in the suggestion box a hundred years ago. I am proud to say that Theodora has put in her entire taxes onto this project, because she sees benefit in our product.
So, for the first half of the BWNC, we will be going through this idea, and for the rest, we will exchange in anecdotes of any kind that you want. Any questions?
A newcomer raised his hand like a schoolchild.
Yes, he started, not waiting for a confirmation. What exactly are we working on?
This is a new project called The Republic, its name based on the root of a language that India spread to us long ago during diplomacy known as Spanish Latin.
The Republic is a government system where the people have a voice, instead of the Despot having absolute power. We have so far figured out a few things.
First of all, decisions would be made always as what most people see it as. This data would be collected as a poll, where all citizens submit a vote. The higher opinion is implemented.
Second, the government will now be split into three parts - the executive, the senate, and the legislature. The executives are the head of the Republic, where they can veto laws and control most of what happens. The legislature is in charge of trials and persecution of law-breakers, which are created by the senate, who deal with matters of the public.
There are other details, which are written down for memo. But that is the main gist of it, he concluded.
Then what do we have to do next? the newcomer asked.
Alex froze at the thought for the past years, all they had been doing was trying to poke at things. What progress had they gotten to? Was this idea was refined enough? His department had not submitted anything recently, despite Theodoras surge in funding.
Well, Im not sure he stumbled. We have to do this, and that, and
It looks like your idea is good as it is, the newcomer suggested. How long have you been working on this? I think that you should have finished years ago, and these years have been made for trying to poke at things. What progress have you gotten to? Surely, this idea is refined enough. Besides, your department had not submitted anything recently, despite Theodoras surge in finding.
Nerdian did not know what to do, really. In truth, there was no justification in continuing and wasting any more gold.
What is your name, newcomer? Alex asked.
Im your son!
The first part of the BWNC was adjourned to anecdotes and suggestions for the next project. The prevailing suggestion was currency. After all, there was less and less gold available. If currency was researched, there would be a substitution gold that would be worth just as much, but easily created and practically unlimited.
That night, Alexander made his report to Theodora.
--------------------------------------------------
Well, we are all very impressed at your discovery, Nerdian, Vanadorn Elsar grumbled. However, as the Military Advisor and the Praetor of your Republic, I cannot support changing the government at this time. The only way to do so is to convince the citizens to reform themselves and elect their new leader, who would most likely be Theodora here, as their consul. However, such revolution would halt the needed production of our military troops for many years!
Also, the Domestic Advisor added, If we change to this Republic, our new military would cost twice as much. Your system is also very vulnerable to corruption. And lets not forget our Golden Age. If we go into anarchy now, then our Golden Age will be wasted.
As well, the Foreign advisor added,
If we expect to reap the gifts that Korea will hand us if we join their war, then we must be prepared. And anarchy during war is not a good idea.
And finally, Theodora added, My loyal people have just completed a dome for my palace! Why would they want more freedom? They seem fine as they are.
For one of the first times in the history of the Byzantines, the Science Advisor was turned down. You seriously arent considering this, right? he muttered. You dont want to be a backwards people! Soon everyone will be eras ahead of us and we wont be able to guard against it!
Well, Theodora started.
Please dont, Vanadorn snapped.
We will keep your funding at the rate it is now. Hopefully this currency thing will help us guard against our not-so-backwards rivals.
After a few moans, everyone filed out. The Second Melian Wars had begun. Korea, Carthage, and Byzantium were locked in combat. Where was India?
--------------------------------------------------
Well, the Crooked Road is nearly complete, the worker laughed. These Indians will have quite a surprise!
Hush! his friend reminded him. We are still in Indian Territory! No doubt they will be watching us very closely.
It was a nice day in India, near the borders of Delhi. Having strung an entire road network towards it, it was definitely a satisfying feeling to near the end of construction. Originally intended to be used as a trade route, the Crooked Road was made crooked, in manners of betrayal. The road would be used to bring the Byzantine Advance directly to India very quickly. Best of all, India was in no way suspicious.
Its a bit sad, though, dont you think? a laborer asked. It is very underhanded for Theodora to think this way. What makes you think she wont do the same to us?
I think that the Nerd Convention has settled on a new idea that will balance power between subjects and rulers, the worker replied.
I doubt theyll use it, another replied. War is coming.
The day ended and the workers slept in an Indian camp. The next day was the completion of the Crooked Road. They fell back to the Byzantine Territory. It was over. Everything was set up. Now the only ting left to do is to wait and see if this war would succeed.
And whether or not it would be worth it.
--------------------------------------------------
Our analysts could not have picked a better time! Theodora laughed, trying to hide her anger. She was the daughter of the Theodora who planned the war. And now, she was faced with launching it.
Then let us initiate this campaign now! Vanadorn Elsar urged. He was much older than the new Empress now, but his vigor still remained. Any more waiting would not be worth it, and it would just allow India to gain more defenses.
Ill have to agree with Vanadorn, milady, Jack Nerdian replied. Theodora was quick to appoint him after his accomplishments in the Republics discovery. We know that India is approaching on new technology fast, known as Feudalism, which would give them the undefeatable Pikemen. We must beat them to this.
Very well, Theodora laughed. It wasnt as if I was not going to launch it anyway. She looked to Vanadorn. So I trust it that you have the campaign maps and our plans?
Yes, milady, Vanadorn replied. He unrolled a map and laid it onto a table.
This map has all the battles and formations listed on it, just to tell the future. Of course, this was not on the actual map in real life
However, the arrows were on the real life map.Seems good to me, Theodora noted after seeing all the notes. Does everyone else agree?
They all nodded in confirmation.
There is one problem, though, Vanadorn added. About halfway through the war, we will not be producing enough Swordsmen. We need to have many more cities
No problem, Jack smiled. At this rate, by that time is over, my department will have developed a unit so strong that no defender in Melian can stand against.
Ill hold you to that word, Vanadorn offered as a friendly challenge. Though by that time, we will both be long dead.
Theodora stopped this. Looking too far ahead would be a bad thing for her morale. So, we have the Koreans on our sides, right?
Yes, the Foreign Advisor answered.
It is settled, then, Theodora said. But remember, we are also at war with the Carthagians.
The entire council laughed out loud.
Theodora could not let the possibility escape her mind, though. But the confidence of her advisor house assured her that the Carthagians would not be a threat. The history of the Byzantines once again raced over her mind. They had brought India to their mercy long ago with the First Battalion and reduced India to a single city.
Would it happen again?
MjM
Deity
Ooooh sounds like the next chapter is gonna be great, keep up the good work. 
CHAPTER SEVEN: The Plunge
Excerpts from The Second Melian Wars, Written and Illustrated by Charlemagne Elsar.
A clear, open night greeted the Great Battalion a strike force named after its immense size and power. At least eight individual Swordsmen battalions and a horde of catapults populated the road to Lahore.
They just had the Crooked Road to thank for their speedy journey that was less than a third as long than it would be had it not been built.
Off in the horizon loomed Lahore, standing there enticingly. No doubt it would fall tonight.
Alright, men, this is your first battle out of many to come, their commander announced. Deep in Indian Territory, only the soft glow and flicker of the outpost lamps illuminated the deep, blue night. It was the same color as the Indian Markings, in fact. Garrisons and sentries stood sleepless around the perimeter, ever-vigilant. Far off, behind Lahore, the foothills of the Irrybis Mountains loomed overhead, as if watching and waiting for whatever fate lies for India. In between them and Lahore was the great Little Gelion River.
This night will be forever known as the Cordon of India, Danier continued. Tonight, we make the first moves that will lead to the great downfall of a rival we have known for as long as history tells. Tonight, Lahore will burn into ruins, and it will be our doing.
Such were the words of Danier Elsar, the nephew of Vanadorn and the descendant of the great Danier Elsar long ago. His goal was to reclaim the majesty that accompanied the Elsar name before the Great Downfall.
The scouts came back to report their news. Lahore is protected by two Spearmen. Earlier, our maps reported one, but they must have rush-built a garrison in exchange for the lives of citizens.
Danier Elsar made his laugh loud in attempts to rally his tremendous troops. I doubt that any force can keep us at bay. We are nearly five thousand strong!
He turned to face his battalion grimly. You all know what to do, my friends. He thrust his sword up into the air in a display of action.
Cheers rose from the company so loud that it shook the very buildings of Lahore. The flames were almost put out by the shattering yell. In the early nights of the Cordon of India, a great spark of excitement stirred all the company. The moon gleamed on the blades of each sword, and it was as if the field was ablaze, shining with the light of a great fire.
March onward!
Ralse Reinad stood from behind the makeshift walls of Lahore, watching the flaming battalion throw themselves into frenzy. It seemed to be able to stretch on until the end of time. Then, as the bawls died down, the battalion of five thousand iron-wielding swordsmen marched towards Lahore, with its defenders numbering less than a thousand and defending themselves with bronze two battalions. Ralse was put in charge of these people. Even as he was assigned the job of defending this city, he knew that his job was not to create strength, but to create morale.
Alright, men, he started, just as his rival did less than an hour ago. This will be the greatest battle you will fight in your lives, because this battle is the most important of them all. Tonight, you will be fighting not for your lives, but for India, your home. Lahore is the gateway to India, and stands in the way of all Byzantine conquest. No matter what they do, if Lahore stays fast, India will do the same. And if this city falls, India will fall. All you hold dear will wither in the horrendous conflagration that is the Byzantine Empire.
Find courage in your hearts to stop these troops that would massacre your families and the great empire that India had worked for since the dawn of time, 4350 years ago. Remember the great Ghandi, who lovingly wove the song and tales that touched our hearts, who live under the loom day by day. It was India who first found the Chinese, locked away on an island and nourished them to health. It was India who befriended any who asked. It was India who built their empire off the ruins of the Byzantine slaughter of Bombay. Most of all, it was India who is your mother and caretaker when you need it most. It is India who must not fall!
The spearmen took these words and pocketed them deep in their hearts. Just minutes ago, they knew that they would loose. Now, it was the other way around.
Spears, swords, shields, and armor stood off in the night, each eyeing each other carefully and each having confidence that they must win. Danier walked up to the front and made the traditional peace offer.
Lahore! he announced. Surrender now to the Byzantine Advance, or we will burn your city to the ground! He was satisfied with the threat that he made, though he had no intention of being barbaric in that level.
But his threat was answered with a rousing wave of shouts from the Indian Garrison. Nearly five thousand against one thousand, it was. Yet, they each had equal footing. The Swordsmen were one and a half times more efficient than the spearmen, making the true odds 7500 vs. 1000. Yet, they each had equal footing.
You know my answer, Ralse answered. You know the answer of the Indians. We will not fall tonight.
Very well then, Danier Elsar replied to Ralse Reinad. He turned around to the Great Battalion, checking for a readiness. Turning back to face Ralse in the eye, he stopped. Ralse had so much power in him. His intensity scared Danier right to the soul.
And, from the other end, Ralse saw the same thing in Danier. Rivals for life were quickly formed.
Danier quickly shook off the feeling and pointed his sword at the gate of the makeshift wall. Charge!
The Swordsmen charged towards the city of Lahore while the Spearmen awaited the onslaught. Torches moved across the ground like ants, moving the light to aid the attack force.
When the Swordsmen had reached the river, they did not stop, even out of fatigue and ache. Instead the catapults released their load and the army of Danier Elsar watched as dark, heavy stones flew in front of them. Each made an ear-splitting crash that was rivaled only by the dying screams of the victims and the moaning of wood as it cracked under the weight.
And still, the Spearmen stood firm and the Swordsmen marched onward across the bridge, their pace quickening after a surge of confidence. Whips and cracks of machinery dotted the night air as pellet after pellet were launched from the catapult forces behind them. The small town of Lahore, the gateway to India, was falling apart already.
Finally, the Swordsmen came, tearing the gate into ruins and engaging in combat with the Spearmen.
The battle was in favor of the much more powerful and plentiful Swordsmen. Blades were brought down upon the Spearmen, and the Spearmen fell despite their fleeting courage.
Now! Ralse desperately cried. Now is the time! For India!
The Spearmen heard his plea, and found the strength once again.
There you are, Danier whispered, looking at the figure of Ralse from behind the corner. From where he stood, Ralse did look quite grand, standing tall in the blustering night, solitary and looking out over the battle.
Ralse picked up the slight sound, and knew that someone was behind him. Patience, he told himself.
Danier snuck up behind him quietly. He had to take this one out before he could command too great an army. Silently, he brought his blade across for a quick, final blow.
At that instant Ralse ducked, aware of Danier. This is the one, he thought to himself. So, what does Byzantine send as their ambassador? he asked, drawing a temporary truce.
They send an Elsar, Danier replied.
Blood alone does not determine greatness. Look at your leader, for example! Her great line has produced a foolish Empress!
Rage boiled in the rash commander, and he pulled his sword and swung it with anger.
Now dont be so hasty, Mr. Elsar, Ralse laughed. Do you really think you can bring down the great empire of India?
Look at your men! Danier answered. They are falling apart!
Last I recall, Ralse hinted, My men had just dug up hidden courage. They will hold you out.
Well, then, Danier replied, Look again!
Ralse peered over the battlements to see his valiant Spearman faring their own. He smiled, but the smile quickly faded. Swordsmen after Swordsmen filed in. There was an entire horde. The Spearman were roused, but the Swordsmen were flooding them, even with the bottleneck at the river.. Even the greatest warriors in the world could not face an avalanche and defeat it.
The only thing that greatest warrior could do was run.
Get away! Ralse jumped up. He pushed away Danier, who quickly fell onto the ground. Ralse grabbed his torch and realized the truth: There was no way the city could escape its fate.
As he ran, Danier jutted his leg out and tripped Ralse over, his torch flying across the parapets. They both got up and looked each other straight in the eye.
The fire from the fallen torch quickly spread through the huts. Out not too far away, the Spearmen too realized how this battle could not be won.
Excerpts from The Second Melian Wars, Written and Illustrated by Charlemagne Elsar.
A clear, open night greeted the Great Battalion a strike force named after its immense size and power. At least eight individual Swordsmen battalions and a horde of catapults populated the road to Lahore.
They just had the Crooked Road to thank for their speedy journey that was less than a third as long than it would be had it not been built.
Off in the horizon loomed Lahore, standing there enticingly. No doubt it would fall tonight.
Alright, men, this is your first battle out of many to come, their commander announced. Deep in Indian Territory, only the soft glow and flicker of the outpost lamps illuminated the deep, blue night. It was the same color as the Indian Markings, in fact. Garrisons and sentries stood sleepless around the perimeter, ever-vigilant. Far off, behind Lahore, the foothills of the Irrybis Mountains loomed overhead, as if watching and waiting for whatever fate lies for India. In between them and Lahore was the great Little Gelion River.
This night will be forever known as the Cordon of India, Danier continued. Tonight, we make the first moves that will lead to the great downfall of a rival we have known for as long as history tells. Tonight, Lahore will burn into ruins, and it will be our doing.
Such were the words of Danier Elsar, the nephew of Vanadorn and the descendant of the great Danier Elsar long ago. His goal was to reclaim the majesty that accompanied the Elsar name before the Great Downfall.
The scouts came back to report their news. Lahore is protected by two Spearmen. Earlier, our maps reported one, but they must have rush-built a garrison in exchange for the lives of citizens.
Danier Elsar made his laugh loud in attempts to rally his tremendous troops. I doubt that any force can keep us at bay. We are nearly five thousand strong!
He turned to face his battalion grimly. You all know what to do, my friends. He thrust his sword up into the air in a display of action.
Cheers rose from the company so loud that it shook the very buildings of Lahore. The flames were almost put out by the shattering yell. In the early nights of the Cordon of India, a great spark of excitement stirred all the company. The moon gleamed on the blades of each sword, and it was as if the field was ablaze, shining with the light of a great fire.
March onward!
Ralse Reinad stood from behind the makeshift walls of Lahore, watching the flaming battalion throw themselves into frenzy. It seemed to be able to stretch on until the end of time. Then, as the bawls died down, the battalion of five thousand iron-wielding swordsmen marched towards Lahore, with its defenders numbering less than a thousand and defending themselves with bronze two battalions. Ralse was put in charge of these people. Even as he was assigned the job of defending this city, he knew that his job was not to create strength, but to create morale.
Alright, men, he started, just as his rival did less than an hour ago. This will be the greatest battle you will fight in your lives, because this battle is the most important of them all. Tonight, you will be fighting not for your lives, but for India, your home. Lahore is the gateway to India, and stands in the way of all Byzantine conquest. No matter what they do, if Lahore stays fast, India will do the same. And if this city falls, India will fall. All you hold dear will wither in the horrendous conflagration that is the Byzantine Empire.
Find courage in your hearts to stop these troops that would massacre your families and the great empire that India had worked for since the dawn of time, 4350 years ago. Remember the great Ghandi, who lovingly wove the song and tales that touched our hearts, who live under the loom day by day. It was India who first found the Chinese, locked away on an island and nourished them to health. It was India who befriended any who asked. It was India who built their empire off the ruins of the Byzantine slaughter of Bombay. Most of all, it was India who is your mother and caretaker when you need it most. It is India who must not fall!
The spearmen took these words and pocketed them deep in their hearts. Just minutes ago, they knew that they would loose. Now, it was the other way around.
Spears, swords, shields, and armor stood off in the night, each eyeing each other carefully and each having confidence that they must win. Danier walked up to the front and made the traditional peace offer.
Lahore! he announced. Surrender now to the Byzantine Advance, or we will burn your city to the ground! He was satisfied with the threat that he made, though he had no intention of being barbaric in that level.
But his threat was answered with a rousing wave of shouts from the Indian Garrison. Nearly five thousand against one thousand, it was. Yet, they each had equal footing. The Swordsmen were one and a half times more efficient than the spearmen, making the true odds 7500 vs. 1000. Yet, they each had equal footing.
You know my answer, Ralse answered. You know the answer of the Indians. We will not fall tonight.
Very well then, Danier Elsar replied to Ralse Reinad. He turned around to the Great Battalion, checking for a readiness. Turning back to face Ralse in the eye, he stopped. Ralse had so much power in him. His intensity scared Danier right to the soul.
And, from the other end, Ralse saw the same thing in Danier. Rivals for life were quickly formed.
Danier quickly shook off the feeling and pointed his sword at the gate of the makeshift wall. Charge!
The Swordsmen charged towards the city of Lahore while the Spearmen awaited the onslaught. Torches moved across the ground like ants, moving the light to aid the attack force.
When the Swordsmen had reached the river, they did not stop, even out of fatigue and ache. Instead the catapults released their load and the army of Danier Elsar watched as dark, heavy stones flew in front of them. Each made an ear-splitting crash that was rivaled only by the dying screams of the victims and the moaning of wood as it cracked under the weight.
And still, the Spearmen stood firm and the Swordsmen marched onward across the bridge, their pace quickening after a surge of confidence. Whips and cracks of machinery dotted the night air as pellet after pellet were launched from the catapult forces behind them. The small town of Lahore, the gateway to India, was falling apart already.
Finally, the Swordsmen came, tearing the gate into ruins and engaging in combat with the Spearmen.
The battle was in favor of the much more powerful and plentiful Swordsmen. Blades were brought down upon the Spearmen, and the Spearmen fell despite their fleeting courage.
Now! Ralse desperately cried. Now is the time! For India!
The Spearmen heard his plea, and found the strength once again.
There you are, Danier whispered, looking at the figure of Ralse from behind the corner. From where he stood, Ralse did look quite grand, standing tall in the blustering night, solitary and looking out over the battle.
Ralse picked up the slight sound, and knew that someone was behind him. Patience, he told himself.
Danier snuck up behind him quietly. He had to take this one out before he could command too great an army. Silently, he brought his blade across for a quick, final blow.
At that instant Ralse ducked, aware of Danier. This is the one, he thought to himself. So, what does Byzantine send as their ambassador? he asked, drawing a temporary truce.
They send an Elsar, Danier replied.
Blood alone does not determine greatness. Look at your leader, for example! Her great line has produced a foolish Empress!
Rage boiled in the rash commander, and he pulled his sword and swung it with anger.
Now dont be so hasty, Mr. Elsar, Ralse laughed. Do you really think you can bring down the great empire of India?
Look at your men! Danier answered. They are falling apart!
Last I recall, Ralse hinted, My men had just dug up hidden courage. They will hold you out.
Well, then, Danier replied, Look again!
Ralse peered over the battlements to see his valiant Spearman faring their own. He smiled, but the smile quickly faded. Swordsmen after Swordsmen filed in. There was an entire horde. The Spearman were roused, but the Swordsmen were flooding them, even with the bottleneck at the river.. Even the greatest warriors in the world could not face an avalanche and defeat it.
The only thing that greatest warrior could do was run.
Get away! Ralse jumped up. He pushed away Danier, who quickly fell onto the ground. Ralse grabbed his torch and realized the truth: There was no way the city could escape its fate.
As he ran, Danier jutted his leg out and tripped Ralse over, his torch flying across the parapets. They both got up and looked each other straight in the eye.
The fire from the fallen torch quickly spread through the huts. Out not too far away, the Spearmen too realized how this battle could not be won.
CHAPTER CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS POST
See? What did I tell you? Vanadorn Elsar asked the Empress. My nephew was successful. After all, the odds were in our favor.
Alright, we all know you told us, Theodora answered. How many casualties were inflicted?
About a thousand two entire battalions. We still have over four thousand.
What target is next on the Crooked Road? she asked.
It is Bangalore, the Foreign Advisor answered.
Bangalore has the same garrison as Lahore, the Military Advisor added. However, the Crooked Road leaves us in position to attack this city on the same side of the Little Gelion.
According to our combat calculators that mathematics gave us, Jack Nerdian added, This is an enormous factor. There is little chance that we will loose.
Ah, yes, your department! Theodora exclaimed. You have done so much to our empire!
You have brought us into a distinctly new age in our development!
Ah, yes, Jack replied, trying his best to be humble. He was called the most innovative person ever to live in Byzantium. The Medieval Era. This is the advance that I promised Vanadorn, here. We are working on it right now. Our researches call it Medieval Infantry.
And, our Foreign Advisor has more news. We are all aware that he is in charge of the Smyrna Crossing and the exploration of our world beyond Melian. He has found an area of shallow water near the city of Edfu, Egypt. It is known as the Edfu Straight, and it connects us to this land called America.
We are definitely technologically more advanced than these Americans, the Foreign Advisor took over. Their treasury is low, but they have this exotic luxury known as silk. We have never heard of it before.
Yes, the Military Advisor commented, But we need to focus on the matters happening at our doorstep for now.
So, what are our odds for winning this next battle?
Approximately 88.731025 percent, the Science Advisor answered. According to our combat calculators, at least.
Well, then, lets roll the dice.
--------------------------------------------------
Behind the Great Battalion stood the Little Gelion, bridged by the Crooked Road. They had followed it steadily a long ways from the ruins of Lahore, and ahead of them stood the town of Bangalore.
The morale of the Indian Troops had long been crushed by the defeat at Lahore. They began to realize the inevitability of it all, though the thought that the Byzantines would eliminate all of India never once crossed their mind there was no way an army of Swordsmen, no matter how advanced, could crush such a powerful empire.
And, in part, they were correct.
Yet, as the battalion neared the town, their hopes drooped even further than before. Again, the battalion was faced by two battalions of spearmen. But now, the advantage of the bottleneck that regulated the flow of the flood of the Swordsmen was gone.
High on top of the highest tower sat Ralse, overseeing Danier marching the army towards the doomed city. He was already shamed by the defeat at Lahore. He had no intention of doing it again, especially when the battle seemed ineviteable.
It was broad daylight as Danier gave a quick briefing of what to do now. Of course, if they simply marched their troops straight there, it would be an instant victory. But that would not degrade the Indians enough. Bangalore was a prime window to project a degrading feeling of despair over all of India. He had to beat them so badly that nobody would dare face them without fear again.
In silence, he gave the order.
Catapults flung stones far into the city, not only injuring the garrison, but also buildings. Cracks broke the steady silence as the citizens fled from the damage it was causing. Then, the Swordsmen charged, the steady patter of their footsteps on the trampled road echoing through the valley. The silent slashes of the blades quickly made waste to the weak city gate, allowing them to storm city, with no holds. Yet, the battalion seemed to be smaller than they had estimated. But the Swordsmen, even then, overwhelmed the demoralized Spearmen.
Then, a great crack was heard from the other side of the city, as walls fell down from a carefully aimed catapult. Suddenly, the missing half of the Swordsmen filed in, completely decimating the defenses that would have been killed anyways by the other half.
Then, Ralse realized his mistake. He had been hoping to escape through the back, but now all hopes of that were ruined. In panic he attempted to flee the city.
Now wait just a minute, Danier laughed, catching Ralse. You dont expect me to let you go, now, would I?
Ralse fell down in prostrate. Okay, you win! What do you want with me?!
Now, get up, you! Danier chuckled. Youre an equal, Indian or not. What I want you to do is to help me in the Siege of Delhi.
Ralse pondered the option. He had expected to be a prisoner of war, at the least. But now he had the chance to stay free, and even be a leader of Byzantine forces. But would it interfere with his code of honor?
Yes, Ill go with you, Ralse answered after a quick moment of thought. After all, his home country would only shun him after his defeat at Lahore. It was better to stay with people who respected him.
Very well, Danier congratulated him on the choice. Look at Indias defenses! Only half our army could wipe out this city with little or no casualties!
The battle drew on quickly and ended just as fast. With a triumphant glee, Danier Elsar planted the Byzantine Flag on top of the pyre of Bangalore.
--------------------------------------------------
Well, you really didnt think that we were going to loose the battle, right? Vanadorn II laughed. His father had retired recently, and by coincidence, his son was picked as Military Advisor. Cousin Danier lives up to our ancestors. Could you imagine the looks on Gandhis face when he finds out that Bangalore was sacked like a bag of potatoes?
Theodora tried her best to envision it. She found that she could not.
Whatever it is, the Domestic Advisor added, it must have been worse than the look on our peoples faces. They had just offered to expand our palace again! And with such little time since the last improvement! I think the paving goes well.
This war is paralleled with such great advances! the Foreign Advisor continued. We have just found San Francisco Bay of the continents which the Americans reside on.
Unfortunately, he noted, we are still at war with Carthage. I do not know how much longer it will last, but I hope that it is not too much longer.
I agree, Vanadorn added. I do not like waiting on verge of an attack any day now. Our now-weak garrisons will not survive it.
If I recall correctly, Theodora asked, The garrisons were your job, young son.
Vanadorn cleared his throat, realizing his mistake in criticizing his work. Yes, erm, well, this is war, right ?
Very well, Theodora smiled meekly. Now, for the Siege of Delhi! This event happened near the beginning of Byzantium, with a single warrior battalion fighting a single Spearman battalion. Now, it will be different!
Yes, Vanadorn caught up. We have six Swordsmen Battalions surviving. One will remained to garrison Bangalore. They have three Spearmen Battalions.
Thats all nice, Theodora reminded him. But will we win?
To that, he turned to Nerdian.
Normally, the chances pretty much even. But we have a spy. An Indian spy will infiltrate the forces of Delhi, and I assume that he will come through for us.
More good news! Theodora chuckled. Well, then, I guess we better start erasing the Indians from our almanacs, dont we?
--------------------------------------------------
Well, I hold you to your word, Danier told Ralse. They stood now, to too far from the gates of Delhi.
I will not fail you, Ralse reminded him. And so, Ralse and Danier departed.
My lord Gandhi! Ralse squealed in a plea. He stood now in the Palace of India, in front of the old and withered Gandhi. I have news of the Byzantine front!
You do, dont you? Gandhi asked. Well, I have known you for a long time, dear Ralse. Speak.
The Byzantines will lay siege to Delhi from the Indus River, Ralse hinted. All their attackers will jump from boats there, onto the wall, with no defenders there. They suspect that our troops would gather near the front gates, instead.
They suspected right! Gandhi grumbled. This Danier Elsar, Gandhi asked. What do you know of him?
He is a lying, backstabbing cheat.
Well, then, that is all I need from you, Ralse, Gandhi said. Go now, and take your pay.
See? What did I tell you? Vanadorn Elsar asked the Empress. My nephew was successful. After all, the odds were in our favor.
Alright, we all know you told us, Theodora answered. How many casualties were inflicted?
About a thousand two entire battalions. We still have over four thousand.
What target is next on the Crooked Road? she asked.
It is Bangalore, the Foreign Advisor answered.
Bangalore has the same garrison as Lahore, the Military Advisor added. However, the Crooked Road leaves us in position to attack this city on the same side of the Little Gelion.
According to our combat calculators that mathematics gave us, Jack Nerdian added, This is an enormous factor. There is little chance that we will loose.
Ah, yes, your department! Theodora exclaimed. You have done so much to our empire!
You have brought us into a distinctly new age in our development!
Ah, yes, Jack replied, trying his best to be humble. He was called the most innovative person ever to live in Byzantium. The Medieval Era. This is the advance that I promised Vanadorn, here. We are working on it right now. Our researches call it Medieval Infantry.
And, our Foreign Advisor has more news. We are all aware that he is in charge of the Smyrna Crossing and the exploration of our world beyond Melian. He has found an area of shallow water near the city of Edfu, Egypt. It is known as the Edfu Straight, and it connects us to this land called America.
We are definitely technologically more advanced than these Americans, the Foreign Advisor took over. Their treasury is low, but they have this exotic luxury known as silk. We have never heard of it before.
Yes, the Military Advisor commented, But we need to focus on the matters happening at our doorstep for now.
So, what are our odds for winning this next battle?
Approximately 88.731025 percent, the Science Advisor answered. According to our combat calculators, at least.
Well, then, lets roll the dice.
--------------------------------------------------
Behind the Great Battalion stood the Little Gelion, bridged by the Crooked Road. They had followed it steadily a long ways from the ruins of Lahore, and ahead of them stood the town of Bangalore.
The morale of the Indian Troops had long been crushed by the defeat at Lahore. They began to realize the inevitability of it all, though the thought that the Byzantines would eliminate all of India never once crossed their mind there was no way an army of Swordsmen, no matter how advanced, could crush such a powerful empire.
And, in part, they were correct.
Yet, as the battalion neared the town, their hopes drooped even further than before. Again, the battalion was faced by two battalions of spearmen. But now, the advantage of the bottleneck that regulated the flow of the flood of the Swordsmen was gone.
High on top of the highest tower sat Ralse, overseeing Danier marching the army towards the doomed city. He was already shamed by the defeat at Lahore. He had no intention of doing it again, especially when the battle seemed ineviteable.
It was broad daylight as Danier gave a quick briefing of what to do now. Of course, if they simply marched their troops straight there, it would be an instant victory. But that would not degrade the Indians enough. Bangalore was a prime window to project a degrading feeling of despair over all of India. He had to beat them so badly that nobody would dare face them without fear again.
In silence, he gave the order.
Catapults flung stones far into the city, not only injuring the garrison, but also buildings. Cracks broke the steady silence as the citizens fled from the damage it was causing. Then, the Swordsmen charged, the steady patter of their footsteps on the trampled road echoing through the valley. The silent slashes of the blades quickly made waste to the weak city gate, allowing them to storm city, with no holds. Yet, the battalion seemed to be smaller than they had estimated. But the Swordsmen, even then, overwhelmed the demoralized Spearmen.
Then, a great crack was heard from the other side of the city, as walls fell down from a carefully aimed catapult. Suddenly, the missing half of the Swordsmen filed in, completely decimating the defenses that would have been killed anyways by the other half.
Then, Ralse realized his mistake. He had been hoping to escape through the back, but now all hopes of that were ruined. In panic he attempted to flee the city.
Now wait just a minute, Danier laughed, catching Ralse. You dont expect me to let you go, now, would I?
Ralse fell down in prostrate. Okay, you win! What do you want with me?!
Now, get up, you! Danier chuckled. Youre an equal, Indian or not. What I want you to do is to help me in the Siege of Delhi.
Ralse pondered the option. He had expected to be a prisoner of war, at the least. But now he had the chance to stay free, and even be a leader of Byzantine forces. But would it interfere with his code of honor?
Yes, Ill go with you, Ralse answered after a quick moment of thought. After all, his home country would only shun him after his defeat at Lahore. It was better to stay with people who respected him.
Very well, Danier congratulated him on the choice. Look at Indias defenses! Only half our army could wipe out this city with little or no casualties!
The battle drew on quickly and ended just as fast. With a triumphant glee, Danier Elsar planted the Byzantine Flag on top of the pyre of Bangalore.
--------------------------------------------------
Well, you really didnt think that we were going to loose the battle, right? Vanadorn II laughed. His father had retired recently, and by coincidence, his son was picked as Military Advisor. Cousin Danier lives up to our ancestors. Could you imagine the looks on Gandhis face when he finds out that Bangalore was sacked like a bag of potatoes?
Theodora tried her best to envision it. She found that she could not.
Whatever it is, the Domestic Advisor added, it must have been worse than the look on our peoples faces. They had just offered to expand our palace again! And with such little time since the last improvement! I think the paving goes well.
This war is paralleled with such great advances! the Foreign Advisor continued. We have just found San Francisco Bay of the continents which the Americans reside on.
Unfortunately, he noted, we are still at war with Carthage. I do not know how much longer it will last, but I hope that it is not too much longer.
I agree, Vanadorn added. I do not like waiting on verge of an attack any day now. Our now-weak garrisons will not survive it.
If I recall correctly, Theodora asked, The garrisons were your job, young son.
Vanadorn cleared his throat, realizing his mistake in criticizing his work. Yes, erm, well, this is war, right ?
Very well, Theodora smiled meekly. Now, for the Siege of Delhi! This event happened near the beginning of Byzantium, with a single warrior battalion fighting a single Spearman battalion. Now, it will be different!
Yes, Vanadorn caught up. We have six Swordsmen Battalions surviving. One will remained to garrison Bangalore. They have three Spearmen Battalions.
Thats all nice, Theodora reminded him. But will we win?
To that, he turned to Nerdian.
Normally, the chances pretty much even. But we have a spy. An Indian spy will infiltrate the forces of Delhi, and I assume that he will come through for us.
More good news! Theodora chuckled. Well, then, I guess we better start erasing the Indians from our almanacs, dont we?
--------------------------------------------------
Well, I hold you to your word, Danier told Ralse. They stood now, to too far from the gates of Delhi.
I will not fail you, Ralse reminded him. And so, Ralse and Danier departed.
My lord Gandhi! Ralse squealed in a plea. He stood now in the Palace of India, in front of the old and withered Gandhi. I have news of the Byzantine front!
You do, dont you? Gandhi asked. Well, I have known you for a long time, dear Ralse. Speak.
The Byzantines will lay siege to Delhi from the Indus River, Ralse hinted. All their attackers will jump from boats there, onto the wall, with no defenders there. They suspect that our troops would gather near the front gates, instead.
They suspected right! Gandhi grumbled. This Danier Elsar, Gandhi asked. What do you know of him?
He is a lying, backstabbing cheat.
Well, then, that is all I need from you, Ralse, Gandhi said. Go now, and take your pay.
MjM
Deity
Cant wait for the next, best chapter by far!
Uncle Sam
Educated Redneck
MjM said:
I agree, good stuff.
Similar threads
