Out of the Rubble I – The Byzantine Empire

Well, unlucky Thirteen :D And the number deserves its reputation. This is a story of a simple, controlled war gone out of hand. This is a slow chapter taken from a history book (yawn), but the next one will be in the actual war, I promise :D

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Prelude to WWI
Exceprts from The Story of World War I, published by Doughton Muffin

World War I, or “The World War”, at that time, had its roots at the end of the Great Expansions. Scholars and experts alike agree that the Great Expansion, which in the Byzantine Empire switched all efforts into expansion in response to the Korean and Carthage expansion, ended because of the reaching of its apex: the city of New Lands, the first city in the world to reach inter-continental limits.

Due to the repeated sentiments of her military advisor (“Find some way to smash them!”), Theodora soon started producing attack forces. Sights were sent on Korea, which whom Byzantine had superior military towards. The Koreans were a vulnerable country, located next to the core of the Byzantine nation. In addition to that, Korea had towns in the middle of Byzantine, who were proving hard to win over by cultural seduction.

It was not long after that when turmoil erupted. The Byzantines spotted a large division of attacking forces in their borders.
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Right of Passage was immediately and peacefully revoked, though the motives were clear to all. The Korean Division remained in the lands of the Byzantines, who waited anxiously for their departure.

Finally, it came. With it came two major palace improvements.


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At the publishing of Machiavelli’s latest compilation, “The Most Advanced Nations of the World”,
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the Byzantines had something proved to them that they had long known. They raced towards the advance of Military Tradition, but were far from it. They were the Pathetic Byzantines. However, they were way ahead of the Forgotten Koreans.

Tension grew steadily but surely over centuries as they realized how the other hated themselves. The animosity and enmity between the Koreans and the Byzantines reached peak levels. Byzantine grew to a mobilization, halting research completely in favor of buying their technologies from others. In the diplomatic environment, things stayed and appeared stable. But Carthage watched by and knew that war, greater than any the world had seen, would erupt between the two. It will be either the Koreans or the Byzantines that would fight, willingly, to the death. The winners remained uncertain. But Carthage knew that, inevitably, they would have to choose a side.

In 1475, World War I erupted.
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Oddly enough, it was neither the Koreans nor the Byzantines who started it. It was the Incas.

New Lands, the Byzantine colony, had grown in culture enough that it would be overwhelming others. And with a settler on its way, the entire continent saw the danger in letting a leech invade their lands.

All others befriended the Byzantines. The Incas feigned friendship behind animosity. Finally, when they had accumulated enough forces, they attacked New Lands, which fell to the never-ending surge of Cavalry.

The clever Military Advisor took this to his advantage, taking the turmoil of the continent and putting it to good use. First, it was Portugal.
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Then, it was Persia, who choked the Incas to the south.
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Then, it was the Arabs, who shared a gigantic border.
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The Byzantines sweated off the achievement and admired their cunning work of art. Every country on the continent was engaged in this war. They would weaken themselves to great extent. Best of all, they would not harm Byzantine itself, because it was so far away!

Theodora and her advisors were quickly humbled by the sinking of their First Dromon Fleet. Danger was realized and funds were devoted towards the palace.
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The Byzantines realized that this had gone out of hand when the war reached Melian with the advent of Carthage declaring war on the Incas.
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Next, the Incas recruited the Chinese in response, who promised war against the Byzantines!
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The Incas took this alliance further by getting China to war with the Arabs. How would that ever connect?! A great sea separated them, and China was still in the Ancient Era!
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The Incans dragged America into war by Embargo.
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Egypt, who had proven too stubborn to be moved by the Byzantines, were swayed by the Persians.
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Finally, only one major country remained not in war. It was, in fact, the one who the Byzantines had intended to war with in the first place.

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Taking a deep breath, the Byzantines marched into complete world war.

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And the Carthage that the Byzantines depended on... fled.
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Before the Byzantines could blink, their world was heading for a World War that would change the face of the planet forever.

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( I made this in paint, so bear with me ;) )
 
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Fifteen oh Five (1505)
Exceprts from The Great World War by Daft Elsar.

“Ah, war!” General Styrtan Werran sighed happily, arriving late into the Byzantine council meeting as the Military Advisor for Empress Theodora.
Foreign Advisor Frio Pacem rolled his eyes. “Styrtan, while we all appreciate your energetic vigor…”
“That’s General Warren, to you, Pacem,” Styrtan interrupted. Deliberatly, he mispronounced the Advisor’s name “Pass-em” instead of “Pach-em”.
“If you take a moment to settle, down, you will realize that we are at the same rank, General Warren,” Frio replied, ignoring the subtle insult.
“Alright,” Empress Theodora called out. “Settle down! Now, let us sort some things out that need due sorting. My dear Styrtan, why are you late?”
“My deepest apologies for holding you up, your Excellency. I had just finished drawing plans out for our attack. They are fool-proof, might I add. Working with our science department and Nerdian over here, whom might I add has an impressive heritage, I have deduced our chances of defeat to be miniscule.”
“Really?” Theodora asked, raising an eyebrow. “Please indulge us, young minister.”
“Well, thank you, your Excellency,” Styrtan stammered. The silence ominous, he pulled out a large map and laid it out on the table.
“I present to you, the highest council, the Korea Campaign.”

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The advisors studied the map carefully, whispering comments to themselves.
“Now, if you would look to the north, you will see the North Korean Division, a massive force of a quarter million Medieval Infantry! This is a tactic known as the Stack of Doom. Many have attempted to pull it off, and none have succeeded. This, my friends, is the largest army the world has ever seen! Only the bare minimum was left from our cities in the great gathering. In addition to the large division of Medieval Infantry, six regiments of the latest cannons guarantee victory. These powerful machines propel cannon balls that can kill any man…when thrown with a human arm! But instead, cannons blast these projectiles out with the momentum that can tear down any wall. In addition, three battalions of musketmen carry portable versions of these cannons. I tell you now that these musketmen can defend the cities that were formerly Koreas with great success.
“Now, do not be alarmed, my friends. What is being unleashed from Brusa is an unstoppable machine. It is my intention to completely take over all of North Korea. First, we bombard their defenders to death and then trample them with our Medieval Infantry, loosing no more than can be immediately replaced. If the division ever lowers below fifteen thousand, I will be surprised. And even then, fifteen thousand can still take out what cities remain. And if you are still not certain, our cities are creating Cavalry, which are practically undefeatable using the current Korean Military.
“Any questions?”
The entire advisory council was at loss for words.
“Now, to the south is, of course, South Korea. Consisting of only three cities, South Korea is a thorn in our expansion. A division of five battalions of Medieval Infantry will trample them easily.
“With that, I conclude my presentation.”
“Very impressive,” Theodora applauded.
“Something is amiss,” the Domestic Advisor commented.
“What do you mean?” Styrtan inquired.
“Do you recall the division of about ten battalions of Korean units that retreated into their southern borders?” the advisor reminded.
“Why, yes,” Werran slowly recalled. “I reckon that they are the bulk of the Korean Military.”
“Wouldn’t that make our conquest of South Korea a bit difficult? I do not expect our southern attack force to be able to hold them all off when they counter attack.”
The others murmured in agreement.
Werran seemed to think of an answer, and looked to Nerdian.
“The outcome does not look good,” Nerdian shrugged.
“And what about the northern force?” the Domestic Advisor asked again. “Korean troops were seen migrating to Kaesong.”
How could I have missed this?! the young general yelled at himself. “You all bring up good points. I assure you that I will get a plan. Kaesong is north of Iconium. If an attack will be launched from Kaesong, I will make sure all is well. And all is well! All will go well.”

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Sunrise in the Grey Forests was something that every one of its inhabitants, Byzantines and Koreans alike, enjoyed waking up to every day. From the dark gloom of night, a gentle sun seeps through the eastern trees, rising slowly. In the small Byzantine town of Lothlorien (READ: Keep track of these names in bold. Many cities are involved in this next section), the serene atmosphere of sunrise was never broken by voice, object, or clatter. All halted as the mystical sun started a new day.

Two weeks from the Byzantine Council Meeting in Constantinople, General Werran sat in the town house of Iconium, miles north. He looked at the same sun rise steadily from the east. His groggy eyes adjusted to the blistering sunrays of the Serpentine Desert as he perapred for the city council meeting that morning. As he strolled the streets of the city (which had been labeled “Size 6” by the government census) the sentries posted around stretched out their tired arms to prepare for the next shift. The citizens themselves still slept, sleeping peacefully.
“Welcome to Iconium, General,” a sentry said, opening the door to the secret council room. Werran was lead inside to a small meeting that started as soon as he entered the door.
“Now, we do not need to concern ourselves with introductions,” the mayor started. “You all know each other, so let us begin. General?”
“Thank you, Mayor Iglod,” Styrtan replied. “Our sources have identified a Korean division of knights in Kaesong. I come on behalf of Empress Theodora. We suspect that Korea will use these knights in defense against the North Division, but if we are wrong, an attack can come any time within the next twenty years from now. So…”
An urgent knock on the door broke him off.

“Do you hear that, Tare?” the boy asked his friend. Miles south, in the Grey Forests, the boy gripped a harvest basket in his hands, working part-time to mine the dyes of Dye Forest.
“Hear what, Pelis?”
Yodi set down his basket carefully and ran south in the forest dawn, pulling Tare with him. As they approached the source of the sound, it grew audibly louder. It seemed to be a metallic clash of armor striking together.
Finally, in the clearing, they saw what they had heard. It was a battalion of Medieval Infantry and Spearman. And it was heading straight towards the town.

“You better have a good reason for interrupting us,” Mayor Iglod scolded the messenger, General Werran watching. “What is it?!”
“Sir,” the messenger panted, “Iconium is under siege! We are under attack!”

“I don’t believe this!” Corporal Giski laughed to himself. His city was one of the lowest funded of them all, with a single battalion of warriors defending it. From the highest point, he watched the garrison die before his eyes, trampled by the armored Medieval Infantry.
The sunken city of Nemesis Marsh fell to the forces of South Korea before the sun emerged above the trees.

“I want this city fortified! Do not let Korea take Iconium!” General Werran commanded. “You, sir!” he shouted at a passing Pikeman. “Report to the west flank!”
The soldier nodded and ran with all his strength. Werran swore under his breath. The Koreans had taken him completely by surprise. What other surprises did he miss? What other cities were under siege? As the attack force of North Korean Knights filed out to attack, the end seemed near to him.

Tare and Pelis of Dye Forest saw the Pikemen in their city gearing up for the attack. After what seemed like an eternity, it came.
Chain spike balls rose and fell on the Pikmen, who in turn skewed the Medieval Infantry. Korea pushed their way into the town, killing on their way. From behind, pikes rained onto the attackers. The tide changed constantly and the boys watched helplessly.

The town of Lothlorien woke early. The entire town saw this coming.

From an underground shelter, General Werran struggled in his mind. The defense of Iconium would let up, he knew. They would not defend against the knights. How could he have been so stupid?! What mastermind outsmarted him? Though morning had come forth, gloom and darkness overtook him. He busted out a bottle of wine, imported from Adrianople, and let it wash over him.
Knock, knock…pause…knock, kno-knock. It was the password, and Werran opened up the door. It was Mayor Iglod, carried by escorts. His left leg was wounded, but his eyes carried hope.
“What the heck happened to you?” Styrtan asked urgently.
“I fought!” Iglod answered.
“Are you crazy?!”
“No, General, no. It was so heartwarming, Werran! People died for their country, giving their life for a greater good. Would I do that? Of course not! But my whole outlook on life changed an hour ago. Such zeal…they fended off the knights!”
“You’re not serious.”
“I am! They defeated the attacking knights!”
“Is the battle won?” the general asked, his heart rising.
As the mayor shrugged, Styrtan ran up aboveground and embraced the light.

“Take this!” Tare shouted, slicing a Medieval Infantryman with his cutting knife. Beside him, Pelis kicked down another. They knew the chances of survival and took it in. They were the surprise and distraction that their people in Dye Forest needed to have a chance.
If they were going to die, they would die for their country.

In Iconium, Styrtan ran for a good view. The knights were all gone. Their troops were weakened from the fight. Now, the Medieval Infantry marched in.

Tare and Pelis fought on, knife in hand. Heavy chain balls ran towards them, and they ducked. The unwieldy items hit their fellow Koreans. Some even slipped, the chains spiraling and knocking down three or four infantrymen.
Many lay on the floor, dead or injured. Not too far off, Dye Forest took advantage of the surprise. The boys smiled at their work. Soon, trained Pikemen had snuck their way here and were helping the boys. The regrouping had started.
As Pelis knifed another, a stray chain ball hit him square on the back. He fell and was trampled.

General Styrtan Werran watched as the patriots that Iglod describe to him fall to wave after wave of Medieval Infantry. Whoever now led this attack was a different person than before. Whoever led this attack had control of this battle. Suddenly, a patch of infantrymen broke through the human wall. Instead of attacking from behind to sandwich the defenders, though, they hurried into the center of the city. Werran had an idea of where they were going.

Tare saw his dear friend go down and wept. Still on his toes, he made his way to the edge of the battle, letting the new Pikemen take control. Finally, letting his tears take hold of him, he fled into the forest.

Styrtan reached the underground shelter to find the door blown open. Quietly, he snuck in and grabbed a concealed sword in the wall. Inside the shelter, Mayor Iglod and his escorts had defended him, and most of the attackers were gone.
“Werran, is it?” called a calm voice from behind the general.
Styrtan jumped, and looked back. It was a young Korean general, in his mid-twenties and about his age.
“Depends on who’s asking,” Werran replied suspiciously.
“I am going to be frank, General Werran. I understand that you are the greatest strategist the puny Byzantines have to offer. Yet I know that I am better than you in every way. Korea will triumph over you, no matter what you throw at us. As we speak, South Korea is attacking Dye Forest, Nemesis Marsh, and Lothlorien. It would not surprise me if they all fall, and Iconium be one of them, struck down by the North. Struck down by me.” Suddenly, many troops flooded into the shelter.
“How did they get here?” Styrtan asked.
“Your security is terrible. All that is needed is that we go around.” The infantry grabbled firm hold of Iglod and Styrtan. “We would appreciate it if you would surrender the city.”
“Never,” Iglod scowled.
“Very well then,” the general sighed. At the snap of his fingers, his underlings snapped the mayor’s neck. “And now for you, General…”

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Weeks later, the surprise attack of the Korea fully reached Constantinople. Council was held, but the chair of the Military Advisor seemed ominously empty.
“What is the status on the Incan Front?” Theodora asked, trying to avoid the touchy subject.
“The Inca are conquering Arab cities, but in the southern front, they are holding off Persia, Egypt, and Portugal,” the Foreign Advisor replied.
“What have we lost?” Theodora asked grimly.
“Iconium,” the Domestic Advisor started the list, “Dye Forests, and Nemesis Marsh.”
“Lothlorien?”
“They held off the attack. Somehow, they anticipated it.”
“Odd. What is the status on young General Werran?”
“His status is confirmed as alive. Prisoner of War.”
“Well, this leaves a lot of things undone. These new attacks will completely revamp his plans.”
“I have an idea,” the Foreign Advisor suggested.
“What?”
 
Two chapters in one day :D Too bad this one was short.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Gain and Loss
Recorded from the Security Cameras in Coullon Elsar Junior High.

December 11th – 11:45

“Get seated, everyone,” Mrs. Mallory called out. Her fourth period class filed into their assigned seats and prepared for the next lesson of the day.
When all had settled, she prepared the chalkboard. “Okay, get out your history books, class. Today we will be continuing on World War One. Can someone tell me what we covered yesterday?”
Scott raised his hand, and the teacher signaled him. “Well, erm, Korea attacked the Byzantines by surprise and took three of their cities and damaging another.”
“Very good, David – I mean, Scott.”
“We don’t really look alike, you know,” David reminded her.
“Well, you both have the spiky hair…class, settle down! We’ll continue. Turn to page 216 in your notebook.”
“Did you know that 216 is six times six times six?” the class goth asked.
“Yes, thank you. Soon after, the Byzantines established diplomacy with Carthage, begging for help on the war. Their greatest commander was a prisoner, and three of their cities were lost. All plans were ruined. And Carthage, who turned their back on them five years ago, was a prospect that they just had to try. Can some read how that went? Yes, thank you, Freda.”
“You mean, from the journal entry?”
“Yes, that.”
“‘It was a disaster. Carthage had not changed from how they were five years ago – the stubborn mules. Their friendship is invaluable, but we can’t look for them to help. Is this war doomed?’”

“Is it, class?”

“Well,” someone said, “They do have that 250,000-unit fleet in North Korea. They can easily take it over.”
“Yeah,” another student said, “But wild making that huge division, they forsook defenses and now the Koreans can just walk right in and take a city for every one they loose.”
“Koreans aren’t that smart.”
“Yeah, their uniforms are blue.”
“What’s wrong with blue?”
“It’s all…drifty. Like the sky.”
“So Korea is as high as the sky! That’s a good thing.”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Like, if we dyed David’s hair blue, then his head would be up in the sky!”
“Oh, come on!”
“Yeah!”
“Exactly! I can bring the dye.”
“My mom owns a salon. I can bring all the supplies.”
“Your mom owns a salon? Can she give me discounts?”
“What about my hair?” David asked.

“It’s fine as it is,” the teacher answered. “Speaking of hair, the 250k-division conquered Hyangsan in the year 1510. It was the first gain in the war for the Byzantines.”
“What about my hair?”
“Soon after that,” Mallory continued, “the southern forces took Chonju. Now, they had just about evened up the score at 2-3. As well, Dye Forest was about to be re-conquered. Hey, please skim along in your books, class! Soon after the victory, Korean Forces took the Byzantine city of ‘Squished’, which was wedged between Korean and Carthaginian cities. In an attempt to retake Chonju, they failed. The spirits of the Byzantine were lifted.
“Unfortunately, the attacking force of Korean Dye Forest was ambushed by Korea. One of the two battalions fell to the vanguard.
“When it came time to attack, the attack on Dye Forest did not succeed. Soon after, Korea tried to retake Chonju once again. They failed, again. The men of Chonju were heroes.
“Finally, when things seemed darkest, something happened that nobody could anticipate.”

The teacher walked over to her desk.

“Well, what is it?!” someone asked, who had had his book closed the entire time.
“You’ll see it in a video I’m going to show the class.”
“Is it boring…?”
“I hope not.”

The video passed, and the class saw the great thing that nobody anticipated.
 
Yeah GOOD JOB MSTK! Keep this wonderfull stuff up! :D
 
Reading since beginning, never posted.

Oooh, I'm so excited!! :cry: Hurry up, and post the next part, please!
Wonder what the great thing is? A Carthaginian SoD headed for Korea? Oh, maybe the Cavalry have arrived! Yeah, I'm going with that. :D
 
Well Yes and No. No because you told us :). And Yes because now you have to write more :lol: ...
 
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Inner Turmoil
Excerpts from The Great World War by Daft Elsar.

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Due to the miracle of technology, I got the sign to read “Carthage declared war on the Koreans” when actually, “Korea declared war on Carthage” :D Either way, it’s the same result :p If you look closely enough, you can see that the word “Carthage” is shifted up and left a pixel or two, and Koreans is shifted down.

“Well, this changes things, eh, Wang Kong?” Pachacuti asked. On the island of China (Myein, as it was called), Wang Kong, Abraham Lincoln, Mao Tse-tun, and Pachacuti sat debating the course to take.
“Do not speak to me as if I were your friend,” Wang barked.
“But are we not all on the same side?” Pachacuti teased. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
“Don’t be so sure about that,” the Korean ruler replied. “You call me a friend and yet you treat me as an inferior. The only reason I am in this so called ‘alliance’ is because of businesses of Korea and Byzantine. It was Theodora’s fault to involve you.”
Suddenly, Pachacuti’s face grew sterner. “We are here to eradicate the Byzantines. We will do it together, as a team.”
Abe and Mao nodded.
“And you sure have done your part, haven’t you?” Wang spat. *snicker* “You sit there, in your island far away from Byzantine and take a free colony. Then you just watch the turmoil that erupts!”
“This is not easy!” Pachacuti scolded. “Do you know how much that ‘free’ colony cost me?! Now, every power on the continent is hungering for my blood! If anyone should be slacking, it would be you.”
“You do not know what goes on in my lands. Nobody does but Korea.”
“Apparently, what ‘goes on’ causes the Carthaginians to side with the Byzantines.”
“Their relation to the Byzantines is the same is mine to yours.”
“And it is a great bond indeed.”

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“Carthage has declared war on the Koreans, mistress!” the Foreign Advisor squeaked at the council.
“Um…hello?” Hannibal waved from next to Theodora. “I’m sitting right here.”
“Sorry, your excellency.”
“So, are the terms of our agreement set forth?” Hannibal asked Theodora.
“Yes. We’ll stay out of your business and you’ll stay out of ours,” Theodora recited indignantly. “Our wars have nothing to do with each other except coinciding with classified affairs between Carthage and Korea.”
“Good.”
“Now that all of that is done,” Theodora started, “What is the status on the North Korea-bound Stack of Doom?”
“We are…” the replacement Military Advsior started. He glanced at Hannibal, but Theodora nodded approval. “…still well over 20 battalions of a thousand each. Hyangsang was completely burned to the ground. Our re-inforcements came soon, but were ambushed by Korean knights.”
“Anything else that you feel that I should know about, Advisor?”
“Yes, actually. First of all, the Koreans have cut off our supply of Iron.”
“How will we solve this?”
“It’s not much of a problem. We still have a source of iron in Heraclea. As long as the Koreans don’t attack it from Iconium, nothing will go wrong.”
“Good plan. Anything else?”
Chonju was once again attacked by the Koreans for the third time. The attack failed.”
“Excellent,” Theodora said. “And how is the Forbidden Palace in Heraclea?”
“Completed.”
“Things are going pretty well, are they not? And how about you-know-who?”
“Pardon, your highness?”

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Under the catacombs of Iconium, the same one which in its mayor died, lay General Styrtan Werran. Soon after the conquest, the place had been turned into a prison. It had been fifteen years, now, since he was caught that unfortunate day in the surprise attack of 1505.
General Kyoru’dee (His name is supposed to mean “Rival” in Korean, but I don’t think I got it right…), about his same age, gloated over him nearly every day for a few months, but afterwards, he left towards North Korea.
Within five years, he had gained the confidence of his guards to be able to walk around the town freely. Within ten, he was trusted to even roam the deserts in the outskirts. He was a man of honor and would come back, as the guards learned.
War had started with Carthage and Korea, which Styrtan soon found out. Soon afterwards, he was sentenced back into his cell to “give the town a good image”. Byzantine citizens still inhabited the city, so he had no idea how a town of prisoners could be degraded by one more prisoner. Soon, however, he had found out the true reason.
Footsteps started down the hallway to his cell. Styrtan straightened himself up, putting on a face of confidence.
“Greetings, General Werran,” Kyoru’dee bowed.
“Let’s get straight to the facts, General Kyoru,” Werran urged, returning the favor.
“Always hasty, Werran. You are aware that Carthage has declared war on us?”
“Yes, I am aware. ‘Us’?”
“Pardon. This recent development has called for a speed up in our – my, pardon – plans. We will be taking Heraclea soon, and that is why I am in this town.”
“Heraclea?” Styrtan laughed. “Iconium is a very young city. But Heraclea was there when the Indians still roamed the world. It was, in fact, built for sole military purpose. There is no way you can take down that proud city.”
“Doubt it however you may, but Heraclea will fall.”
“If you say so. So why are you talking to me?”
“Can’t to friends just say ‘hi’?” Kyoru joked.
“No.”
“Here is the reason. I have heard rumors of you roaming the town. This is strictly prohibited. The guards deny it, but I see it in your eye. A man like you should be weary from fifteen years in prison.”
“A man like me should not be discouraged.”
“A man like you should be put in his place,” Kyoru snickered. As he walked out of the building, Styrtan had his eyes on a small crack in the wall.

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A month later, Styrtan had horded enough food and water to be able to survive long enough for his plan to work. It was fifteen years to the day since his imprisonment. For all those years, he had looked for a chance to escape. He now knew his way around the town and its surrounding countryside enough to be able to make his way in the darkest of night. Since now, escape was pointless, because there was nowhere to go to. Now, things have changed.
He had started gathering his food five days before the escape, immediately after the army of Medieval Infantry and Longbowmen departed from Iconium. The guards did not let Styrtan out of his cage anymore, so there was no trust to break. Everything was going according to plan.
It was eleven o’clock when Styrtan pulled out a lock pick he had fashioned over the years. It clicked in place to the jail cage door. Slowly he pushed out the door, stopping at the slightest squeak. Finally, he locked it in place and squeezed out.
Near the entrance to the cave, in the wall, was a concealed sword. Making sure the guards were not looking, he opened up the hidden box in the wall by steadily easing a twig into the crack and prying the concealed door open. Had he been doing this procedure fifteen years earlier before the box had hardened up, he could have done it by hand. The door was so unkempt to that even now, seams were starting to show. But it would have to suffice now.
Styrtan was shocked at first to find one of the three swords missing, but he quickly remembered that he had taken one of them out on the day of the invasion, which the Koreans had confiscated. Not wanting to be weighed down by both, he took one and re-closed the box. The box seemed to disappear into the wall.
The sword gleaming hungrily, he jumped out and walked casually past two guards.
“Hold it!” a guard said, putting his hand on Styrtan’s shoulders. “We can’t let you out for n–”
Suddenly, Styrtan whipped around and drew the sword up the man’s chest. The other rushed towards towards him, but Styrtan quickly took him out with a punch.
Making sure neither were dead, he went on, whispering apologies.
For anyone but long-time inhabitants of Iconium, its alleyways were confusing. But to Styrtan, who had nothing to do but study them for ten years, it was like the back of his hand. Dodging through the corridors, he stealthily avoided all detection.
“Alert!” shouted a Korean guard, who had discovered his comrades. “He who was prisoner is escaped and armed! Apprehend at all costs!”
The alarm scared Styrtan half to death. He had hoped to buy just a little more time! He must have escaped right before the shift change. Smart move, he scolded himself.
Suddenly, a police officer jumped out before him. How could he have done that?! Werran scolded himself once more. But as he jumped back, he noticed that he had left a clear trail, and anyone with brains would know how to intercept him.
“Just what do you think you are doing, General?” the Korean guard asked.
“I don’t know who you are talking about,” Styrtan mumbled, changing his voice. He would have to be careful. He knew this guard as Chinsa, but he called him “The Fighter”. He was the warden in charge of the barracks in Iconium, or at least what was left of them after the invasion. He was the one who trained their soldiers to near-veteran status while Barracks were being constructed.
“Don’t play dumb, Werran. And I know what you are thinking,” Chinsa laughed. “Of all the people you could run into, why did it have to be me?”
Then, without warning, Chinsa swung a Chain Spike like that of the Medieval Infantry. Styrtan was struck down, his left arm with no feeling.
“Come on, boy. A great general should be better than that,” Chinsa heaved. The spike went straight down on Werran’s head. But Werran knew better, and he rolled away, lifting himself up with his right arm. Sword in hand, he attacked in full fury.
Quickly, the Fighter pulled in the handle of the Chain Spike and blocked the sword blow. The old but unused sword gave a small crack into the long handle. The Fighter parried and swung the spike ball at Styrtan, the sword still resting on the ball’s handle. Werran jumped up, just in time, and moved the sword across the chain with all his might. The chain snapped slightly. One more might have done it.
But Styrtan did not want to find out. As Chinsa checked his weapon for damage, Styrtan made it off, sprinting for his life.
“Oh no, you don’t!” Fighter cried, and while he did not run as fast, he cut Styrtan off at the outskirts of the town.
The road was empty, the attack force having trampled it less than a week ago. Styrtan managed a relaxing breath before attacking the Fighter. His blow widely missed, his back open to a final blow from Chinsa, who took the opportunity. Styrtan swore under his breath, but in that instant, a rock hit Fighter’s head. Quickly, Chinsa looked over to his right to see what was amiss.
Then, Styrtan took the opportunity. Plunging his sword into the weakened chain link, the chain snapped and the sword stuck inside a loop. The sword as the handle, Styrtan swung the spike straight at Chinsa’s head. He was unconscious, if not dead, before he it the ground.
“General Styrtan?” a young voice called out from the brush.
 
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Tare of Dye Forest lay weeping behind the cover of the trees for hours. He had lost his friend, his family, and just about everything in his life when the Koreans had launched the surprise attack.
Since then, he had traveled to Heraclea in search of hopes. The legendary Spire’s Reach was just outside the borders, the source of the Silver River. It was said that the mountain was made out of silver iron. Many came to it for spiritual encouragement. Some said that the mountain had a spirit of its own.
Fifteen years to the day after the surprise attack on Dye Forests, Tare stood on the peack of Spire’s reach. It was the same view that the First Batallion had over 3000 years ago, and he took it in deeply.
Suddenly, he tripped and fell into a brush. To his surprise, he found a hidden cave. Carefully, he skulked in.
The cave was musty and dirty, and it seemed as if no human had entered in years. As he searched, he found a torch, still lit.
“Hello?” he called. “Is anybody there?”
No answer.
The chances of a torch being lit for a millennium did not ever come to mind. How could such a thing happen?
Tare…
The boy jumped at the voice, hardly a hoarse whisper. “Who is there?!” he shouted. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny!”
Tare…
As the boy walked out of the cave, something seemed to stop him.
“Who are you…?” he asked, skeptical.
Tare, you come to the Mountain.
“Yes, I did. For comfort. I lost my friends. My family.”
Tare, you are an Elsar.
What?
Mine is the body to that of the Sword of Danier Elsar’s Bane. Take it so that you may bring glory once again to your ancestors.
Tare tried to take it in, but suddenly the world seemed to black out on him, and the ground slip from his feet. Before he could take hold of himself, he fell into unconsciousness.

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“Yes, it is I, General Styrtan Werran, chief military advisor of the Byzantine nation,” General Styrtan mumbled, his hands in the air. If he were to be compromised, this would not make a difference anyway.
“No need to worry, Generel,” the voice spoke back. It was the middle of the night, and they were standing in the middle of the south road outside from Iconium. Much to Styrtan’s dismay, the unseen voice had a Korean accent.
“And who are you?” Styrtan asked to the night sky.
A teenage Korean about 17 years of age showed up. Styrtan thought that he saw him from somewhere before. He did not know where.
“Do you recognize me, General?” the boy asked.
“No, I can’t say that I do,” Styrtan answered, as he started walking in to get a closer look, adding, “though I do remember the face.”
“You’ve seen me before,” the boy answered, also walking closer. “I am the apprentice of General Kyoru’dee. Do not be alarmed.”
It was easier said than done. For one, his enemy’s loyal student was here. “What do you want?” Styrtan asked. They were now face-to-faced, his sword sheathed.
“I want you to hear my story.”
“Go ahead,” Styrtan said, ready for the story of an insignificant. “I’m listening.”
“First off, I was the one who started the war with Carthage,” the boy began.
This really threw Styrtan off.
“I was traveling with General Kyoru to the Carthage Embassy, when I slipped some things in that would provoke Carthage. I think that Wang Kong is a horrible dictator. So, I did him a favor to get him eliminated from the world.”
Styrtan was, again, amazed.
“I rose to this position of power as a prodigy child. Now, I will truly serve my country.” The boy spread a wicked smile across his face.
Just minutes after meeting him, Styrtan hated him. How could he betray his country like that, for whatever reason?
“You are a dishonor,” Styrtan seethed.
“Oh, sure. That’s what the all say. Well, I don’t play by the rules.”
“You’re young and rec–”
“Yeah, I know. Young, reckless, and I’m proud of it.”
He was also naïve. But Styrtan didn’t point that out.
“So where are you going?” the boy asked. “Let me guess – to the attacking army to gain shelter until you get to Heraclea.”
“Actually, I am.”
“Well, I can’t join you. Kyoru hates my guts after I confessed. Managed to run away before he could kill me.”
“Then, maybe you can help me. How far away is the division?”
“They got delayed for a long time with Kyoru getting word to the capital about my betrayal. They should only be a day’s walk from here.”
A day! Styrtan had expected it to take him at least four days to catch up. The delay was helpful.
“Say, kid, are you fast on foot?” Styrtan asked.
“Why, yes I am. Fastest ever.”
“Well, how about this – I’ll give you my food and you take it with you to Heraclea, which is much closer than I thought it was. I’ll just make my way to the division without you. I’m much too old to go that far on my own.
The kid was taken aback. “You actually trust me?”
“I do, kid. Now, once I get to Heraclea, you better be there. I’ll deal with you.”
“Sure thing,” the boy nodded. “Oh, and my name is Pipom.”Again, I think that I got the translation wrong here.
“I look forward to seeing you again,” Styrtan said. They gave their goodbyes and went off in different directions.
 
No response to previous chapter :(
Anyways, this next one is written as a children's picture book. Ergo, please wait for each image to load. I've added image placeholders to assist slow loaders.
Oh, yeah, and warning this chapter may evidence minor graphic violence.


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Heart of an Elsar
Taken from a publisher’s log.

Dear Publisher;
Please review my childrens’ book that I wrote and illustrated. It is about one of the greatest moments in history. My book teaches values and stuff.

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Tell me you set up the legos for this. Very nice. :D

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Um...children's book? :eek:

But still, that was a great entry, with seemingly a lot of work involved.

And those Lego pictures are awesome! :D
 
huh.... I thought those were supposed to have HAPPY endings... ah well... good story.
 
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