stJNES5: A New Begining

[Death]

Japan vs. Songhoa

The war as the emperor saw it was an overall sucess, most of the people thought so too. Especially on the seas where the Songhoan fleet had been destroyed. It was slightly harder on the land but Katsumoto knew that war could not simply be won by a snap of the fingers. So while the large amount of losses to the army was a downer, it was no suprise.

As a matter of fact the emperor respected the enemy as they were fighting honorably. Most admired by the emperor and his generals was Kazaki who was a honorable general. Katsumoto had great respect for even though he was the enemy. Despite the respect for him everyone knew that Kazaki had to be dealt with. But no one knew quite how to go about this.

Then Katsumoto remembered hearing about a clan of stealthy and extremely skilled assasins known as Ninja. However he did not know much about the Ninja. So he turned to his General Osaka, "What can you tell me about the Ninja assasins general?"
Osaka looked slightly suprised and then replied, " They are dogs my emperor that i have no respect for." He then continued, " While they are very skilled fighters, they do not fight for honor but kill for profit."

There was a long silence while the Emperor pondered. After a few minutes he finally said, " Might we be able to employ if we pay a fee?" Osaka at first looked suprised but then as if he was reading the emperors mind said, "we might m'lord." "Then come we will discuss my plan in more detail in a more private setting."

The Emperor, Osaka, and three other generals went into the privacy of the emperors library.


Orders

Pmd

 

[Kamilian]

Crap I think I missed orders (I dont even remember... sheesh)
Anyway, here they are:
Continue building the wonder.
Start a new trade route with Fennia and do all the stuff that is now necessary in order to begin the trade route.

 

[amirsan]

jason, please come in aim now please .

 

[aaminion00]

Siam
In the 1600th year of the new Siamese era

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Introduction

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Travels of Ittipon

Chapter 1 - Siam Proper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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[tossi]

OOC: Great story! Does this mean that you will stay? Please stay at least in this NES! I want the next part of your story about Somalia

 

[tossi]

After a small break, the Somalian Army was ready for the next big assault. As the army already had gained experience, in fighting a two front war, the Somalian generals were convinced, that the well-trained soldier and the fast somalian cavalry together with a numeric advantage was enough to beat two enemys at the same time. At first the generals wanted to lunch the attack without royal support, but Emporer Shabaya and King Mero wanted to lead their soldiers again.

To: Ruwenzori
Help us to conquer Uganda and you will be rewarded! Somalia is a rich country and we will pay you good! Further we want to tell you, that our troops will pass your nation, but as we signed a ROP with you, this won´t be a problem.

Orders:
-Finish Statue of Rama (Jason i got Caravel Tech from Siam and i think i should get caravels instead of canoes)
-Build one road as shown on the map using 1 economic level
-Grow camel riders 3x
-Grow horsemen 3x
-Get 2x economic from trade
-Invade Uganda as shown on the map
I: 500 men, 350 Horsemen, 220 Camel Riders

Together with my Ruwenzori allies, I lunch a fast attack on the Ugandan capitol. If the defence is too strong, I encircle the city and cut off all supplys.

-Invade Tanzania as shown on the map
II: 350 Horsemen, 220 Camel Riders, 5 UU
III: 500 men

Army Nr.II cuts of the capitol from the rest of the country. The fast riders harass incoming reinforcements, until they are weak enough to get charged.
Army Nr.III lays a siege circle around the city

 

[aaminion00]

The Travels of Ittipon

Chapter 18 - So-Ma'Lee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Jason The King]

Dude, aaminion, excellent story man. I have read it twice to make sure I got all of it in . I absolutely can NOT wait for the next installment. Jesus.

 

[Death]

EDIT

 

[Amon Savag]

The Iron Face Empire

The burning of many a Roman fortress,and the starvation of many a roman soldier...This was the life for 500 Iron Face soldiers for nearly 100 years...And it had all come to an end,after looting and pillaging and whatnot,the Iron Face Empire was done.

Wales,a close ally to the Iron Face Empire,had become totally liberal.This was an outrage to the Iron Emperor and the thought of war was close on the tip of his tongue...But the new liberal Welsch closed their border to all of the inhuman beasts that can't withstand a little bit of order.

The simple Amonic person loves to serve his Emperor...He knows how to do nothing more.If an Amonic person was to loose his Emperor,he wouldn't know what to do!He'd wonder around aimlessly trying to find work.After turning Amonic one doesn't really want to do anything but serve the Iron Emperor.

"I was walking threw the little town of 'Hamburg' when I saw the Amonic people digging a ditch for a moat and I never heard 1 complaint,set aside one person complaining about the weather...He got over it fast though,when an Iron Face Soldier gave him a glass of ale."-A chronicle from a nameless Burgundian Sage

For the days the people had off from work they were permitted to go to newly erected temples of Amonia,where the priests (Of course Iron Faced) taught the people the history of the Iron Face Empire (Saying that Amon was the first clansman of the land and that him and his woman (Nameless) gave birth to the first clan of Amonic people...And then went the familly line of the clan of Amonia into what is now the Iron Face Empire.)

To be continued or something

 

[Sheep]

To all Roman allies and friends
From Pax Imperialis Roma

We have need of assistance if the treatrous Germans, Portugese and others are to be taught a lesson. Those who give asistance will be greatly rewarded in future times.

To Burgundy.
From Rome

We have no need of northern lands of your Empire. However if you grant as the land we have taken and the land to the south of our conquests we will make peace and sign an alliance that stands for all time.

occ: Jason can you delay this to one update until next week as I need to be here and my net connection at hom,e is another week off.

 

[erez87]

to Rome:

We have need of assistance if the treatrous Portugese

Us? treatrous? You are the one that said you won't attack our allies in Burgundy. And when you tought you turned our allies against us, you attacked them. We said and said we will aid any of our allies, and still you attacked. You literly asked us to attack you, and we did.

 

[Amon Savag]

Jesus fricking christ Jason...Don't stall that long just because of 1 person...THat's insanely stupid

Another story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What you hear for?" the doctor asked curiously

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"CRUSH THEM!" the comander yelled to us and we broke into an all out charge..Bye now the Roman army was half of what it was...They didn't want to face demons...They deffinetly didn't have the courage of an Iron Face.We got about 20 yards away and the Romans that were left on the field started to march against us...I rose my glaive high,and my comander held his with both hands...Soon we were only 20 feet from the enemy....


To be continued

 

[Amon Savag]

To:Tampax Empire
From:The Iron Emperor

Are you illiterate boy!?There's no such thing as Germany!And we're retreating as we speak...So mind your tongue unless you want the Iron Face Empire to further smash your empire!

 

[tossi]

OOC: I think sheep doesn´t have the time to read every post in the thread. forgive him

 

[Jason The King]

Unfortunately I am unable to stall update for a whole week - that would kill this game. Sheep, I will do your orders to the best of my ability, and will PM you the ones I do for you.

 

[erez87]

Orders? what about WW2 ?
Oh well, I guss I need to hurry with orders

 

[Amon Savag]

Continued

We were 5 foot away when we all jumped up with both of our feet pointing in the direction of the Roman tower shields and we bashed that squad in.I got up and was automaticly surrounded bye 3 roman soldiers...They closed in and my comander liced one of them down,then I charged into another and as another openned up I sliced him down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where did they come from?" I wondered

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued again...Sorry for all the continuances...

 

[Jason The King]

beginning update.

 

[Jason The King]

btw, I think we are going through a Golden Age in stories for stjnes5