stMjMNES1:First Blood

Nation: Umbar
Ruler/player: King Ersailia/Erik Mesoy
Millitary: 14 Hundreds (Seasoned)
Government: Monarchy
Religion: Italic Polytheism
Economy: Normal
Infrastructre: Barely Tolerable
Education: Stupid
Confidence: Semi-Tolerant
Culture: Devoted
Wonders: None
Descrption:
Begin wonder: Grand Port of Umbar (+1 economy level, +1 infrastructure, +10 galleys)

The people trembled in their gathering as they waited for their King. Thousands of them huddled together in the square.
"Make way, make way!" cried the announcers as the trumpeters blew the fanfare.
Escorted by the ceremonial King's Hundred, King Ersailia walked majestically onto the dais and began to speak.
"My people." His voice carried in the sudden silence. His bodyguards had stepped aside, allowing people to view him uninterruptedly. "My people. For we are one people, are we not?"
For a moment, Ersailia seemed almost a supplicant.
"And I am your King. But while you accept me, there are many who do not favor me. I swear to you - I will revitalize our nation. I will win your favor. I will be a father to all of Umbar."
Then Ersailia spoke at length of the things that made Umbar a nation. Surrounded by friends, they had been able to develop their art, culture and cuisine greatly. The people listened raptly to every word.
"I, too, have great love of these things, yet I have been called to forsake them. And now I must ask that some of you will do the same."
The crowd was horrified. A whisper scurried through the ranks, unsilenced by firm glances from the King's Hundred.
"Be at peace. It is for our greater glory that I ask this. We will not go to war easily; let us therefore go to trade and win dominion in such a fashion."
"I hereby order the construction of a new harbor, in the traditional style of Umbar. Let ships issue forth from it, ferrying us about our land, and telling of us in foreign lands."

King Ersailia turned. The King's Hundred formed up around him as he marched down to the construction site, where all was ready for him.
After he laid the first stone, the people lost interest. None of them were artisans, but many of them would remember his words from this day."

ORDERS:
1 eco point on infrastructure
1 eco point on buying galleys
 
Crossing the Ebro River

1026 BC, Iberia

Private Journal of General Nohama Barca


“My Father and King pointed to Iberia and ordered me to conquer it for Baal. And thus I am here. This is a good country, with ample farmland as far as the eye can see. Undoubtedly if things go as plan many settlers from Carthage will arrive to make it home. Until then, I shall do my duty as a General. My mission was to capture the city state of Ebro, from whence the name of the river came. Aside from a small dispute with the Moroccan Governor at the Balearic Isles it was an uneventful trip.

We were to land and take possession of the city by any means necessary and authorized by the King to claim this land in the name of Baal. It did not go very well as a small storm blew us off course to land a bit southwest along the coast of Ebro. Our army proceeded to march overland where the natives only a few years out of barbarism greeted us with open hands. As we marched north, the attitude of the natives became more and more hostile until we reached the banks of the Ebro itself.

What we saw shocked us. A Calabrian Army stood at the northern bank of the Ebro waiting for us to cross and engage in battle. A courier under a flag of truce was sent to ask what they were doing here. The response was not what I expected.

“By the Order of Consul Consul Iatusmo Diatlo Bellamare we are here to take possession of the City of Ebro and its surrounding area and defend it against all foreign enemies. You are trespassing upon Calabrian Territory and we request, no demand that you immediately withdraw.”

My first fear was that Calabria had decided to make the first opening move of the war against Carthage to destroy my army in Iberia and take Carthage before new soldiers could be recruited and trained. However that would not be the actions of the normally lazy and indulging Calabrians lovers of good food and drink they are. I informed their courier that I would not withdraw and will cross the Ebro and fight them if they wish. The courier returned pale with the message. “Fight and Die” The courier was frog-marched to the river and then released back to his army. The battle of Ebro River had begun.

Surveying my troops, I noticed the distinct features of my army and its components and the close formation they were in. After one last look, I ordered the troops forward across the bridge to battle.

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As my troops approached the bridge, the Calabrians maneuvered to gain an advantage sending troops to hold the bridgehead against my soldiers and began preparing a defense against the braves of soldiers of Anath. They were perfect targets for our soldiers who unleashed volleys of arrows and projectiles against them softening them before I ordered an attack by the infantry.

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Swordsmen and sword wielding soldiers in general are at a disadvantage in bridges as shown by how the fabled Calabrian Heavy Infantry were bulldozed by the Poeni Spearmen though the bridge fighting was very heavy. The Calabrians defending the bridgehead at first were killed to the man along with the first wave. Bridges are practically target practice for arrows. The soldiers managed to leave the bridge and engage the main components of the Calabrian Army.

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We broke their army in no time as arrows fell from the skies like Baal’s Lightning and Pray Baal their Commanding Officer was slain by an arrow to the eye. My second in command distinguished himself much in the battle as the enemy troops were routed. We have crossed the Ebro, and are awaiting orders from Carthage."

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Long Live Baal!
 
Not fair MjM leaving me hanging with such a cliffhanger :p Well, I'm off to see Star Wars Episode III (at long last) and then sleep. When I come back online in about 9-10 hours I hope to see something in the spotsection :)
 
Contempt said:
Clan of the White Wolf
Ruler: Dobun the Clever
Capital City: No capital (nomadic people)

The Clan of the White Wolf is a nomadic steppe tribe on the northern frontier of China. They have recently gained strength in the reports of tribal strife in China it self. Smelling a chance for easy pillaging, Dobun the Clever is forging tribal alliances in blood and livestock to take advantage of the civilized wars to the South. Driven by battle and the chance of wealth, the Clan horsemen are blood thristy and vicous. They are the cream of the crop of battle tactics and ferocity , although don't expect them to be intelligent or learned.

Just noticed this and I'll make a comment. Contempt, can't you be anything but steppe nomads? I mean, even I'm Carthage :p
 
alex994 said:
Just noticed this and I'll make a comment. Contempt, can't you be anything but steppe nomads? I mean, even I'm Carthage :p

I switch it up everyonce and awhile. In several of Jason's neses I was the Danes, and the Yamato (Japanese). I was Carthage in the IT/BT nes that Jason was going to do, but that died too. I am a German type civ in Erik's nes. Besides, China in total civil war? Ripe of barbarian invasion? Please, you know I can't resist something so tempting as that.
 
Israelite9191 said:
WTH? Alex, read your PM's. I offered you a reasonable peace deal. Also, we do have NAP right now if you have forgotten.

OOC: I predicted this :p That story took place between the last update and this one. If you haven't noticed, I do have "posession" of a bit of territory north of the Ebro. Thus it would make sense for a journal entry like that to have taken place. I really don't need to be reminded I have a NAP with you. ;)
 
From: Thessaly
To: Calabria

Oh shut up. You have dug your own grave now.

From: Thessaly
To: Umbar

Calabria wishes to unite Italy under its boot...quite an uncomforting thought to an Italian nation as yourself I would imagine. We can assist you in making sure they do not reach thier goal however.

From: Thessaly
To: Carthage

Our offer still stands as well.
 
Israelite9191 said:
To Carthage
From La Republica di Calabria
We are willing to hand over the southern and western banks of the Ebro in exchange for the northern and eastern. Agreed?

To Calabria
From Carthage

We agree. May Peace once more reign on the Iberian Penisula.

To Thessaly
From Carthage

We will decline.
 
From Britania
To Deutchland

Let our nations forever prosper. I invite you into the Anglo-Germanic Alliance.
 
Along the western boarder a change had risen in the British Troops. After a few years of patrolling the boarder and skirmishing barbarian tribes the troops began to evolve their own gear. They started to design their own tactics and equipment to suit their new battle plans. They had traded in their fragile wooden spears for a more aggressive weapon. This weapon became known as the Frakjuk it is unlike any weapon seen before in all if England. The Frakjuk is a large sharp stone attached by a wooden shaft that leads to a handle. The Frakjuk leads can commit heavy strong blows to enemies slicing thought flesh and breaking bones. Their left arm holds an oval wooden shield painted a bright red. However they maintain the British traditional leather armor.
They specialize in fast moving attacks. Frakjuk must be in top physical condition. Often troops wake up to forced marches or 10 mile runs. It battle the Frakjuk are fearless, running at top speed at enemies roaring a fierce battle cry. So far the Frakjuk have mainly been used as a flanking unit. With speed and aggressive fighting they are often able to over take enemy’s weak points and send troops into a retreat.

(New British UU "The Frakjuk")
 
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