Jason The King
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Jason the King is waiting for a frekin update.
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Jason The King
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Jason The King said:You know what today is? Update day!!!!!
This was sooo long ago
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
nice xen, i thought it was going to be update instead of dance 
The Shu Strategist guy prepares to get killed by evil hordes of Nipponese soldiers.
The Shu Strategist guy prepares to get killed by evil hordes of Nipponese soldiers.
North King
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Update 7: What the Gods Wrought
903 FF
1300 BGM
1298 DYE
The year was 832. Or 1371. Or 1227. Well, only 1227 if you lived on the other side of the Silk Road. But thats a tale for another time. In any case, the year was 1371, or 832, or whatever, take your pick. In a different world, it would have been February 3rd. Of course, either side probably had different months. Hence the different world part. Aye?
Moving on, it was the dead of winter. Well, not really the dead of winter, but, in any case, this being the navel of the world, it didnt really matter. Much. It was a bit rainier than usual. But this being central Syria, at worse the flats would turn into bogs and the highlands into a mudslide waiting to happen. The sad effects of deforestation.
*Cough* Back to the event at hand...
Damascus was a city in name only. Upon seeing it, you would need some convincing to believe that people actually dwelled there. The stones were scattered, the thatchings of the roof long burned away, or used for food by rather desperate people. The city had, in all but name, fallen. Unfortunately the commander of the Armenian army was loathe to leave the city in the rear of his army; the city being destroyed, but not subdued.
The catacombs of ancient burials under the city lurked with bandits who only came out by night, ambushing patrols in the city, and occasionally popping up in the daytime too to loose a few arrows out of the rubble at unsuspecting passerby. The warren was gradually being cleared out, inch by inch, with Faisons Fire, but this was taking months. Rebellions, probably aided by Syrian agents, flared everywhere. Crazy Malukists.
Torches burned in a fiery ring around the encampment, and it was hard for the sentries not to spot a few peasants sneaking in. But they managed it, somehow. Later it would be put down to a few village boys who liked fireworks, but some of the higher-up officers knew there were deeper connections. Syrian connections.
Blind as the guards were, they couldnt help but notice the peasants stealing towards the armory of the more-or-less permanent encampment, and they called out. To their chagrin, the Syrian agents had been noticed. Quickly, guards flooded out, surrounding them. Arresting them, shortly thereafter, and the incident would only have been known as a few drunkards evermore if not for what the agents did next. An agent, showing initiative like no other had before him, chucked a burning something at a nearby tent.
With a roar of golden flame, the armory was engulfed by a tremendous conflagration, and the whole stock of Faisons fire was utterly destroyed. Fortunately for the Armenians, they had just finished clearing out the catacombs by this time, and so their immediate need was stifled. Well, one immediate need.
The great flames were seen a dozen miles away, flaring, reflecting off of the thunderclouds that were gathering, and they drew an army like a magnet.
It was the dead of night when the outriders of the Armenian army, determined to spy anything that might attack them, shouted and blew their great warhornsthe Syrian army had arrived.
Startled, the Armenians hastily ordered their army in battle formation, their cavalry riding to the sound of the swishing arrows, and the last remaining Faisons Fire (delivered a few years back by reinforcements, and never used in all that time) carried to the front lines. A thousand of Haanos Acolytes stood firm in their central battle line, shields locked, banners steady. To their right a thousand swords, to their left a thousand of the Cimmerian Spearmen. Three thousand fanatics formed around their banners, and a thousand swarming Cimmerian horsemen thundered on either flank.
The Syrians were in much better order, though rather tired from a forced night of marching. But they were eager all the same. They had been led here to die, perhaps, but die in the service of a god. Though few enough actually believed he was a god anymore, there was some aura about him that made them want to follow. And die, if necessary.
Then again, it could be their great stock of opium. Either way, really.
The Malukists came on in something that the great chronicler Spithridates described as, A great wave of humanity, lesser than the tide, perhaps, but greater than any army that has come before or since; the wave broke in a crash no less than that of any ocean wave. Roars and cheers turned to screams and cries, and the keening clash of metal on metal as thousands of swords met.
A veritable menagerie of forces, camels, horses, and of course, thousands of human bodies, smashed into the Armenian lines. The Acolytes held firm, but the spearmen from Cimmeria wavered before the horde of Malukist fanatics arrayed against them, and to the dismay of their men, the wind blew the smell of the camels among the horsemen and set their horses to a frenzy. The Athealist fanatics, though, fought on, and with the stolid shield wall in the center, the Malukists began to falter in their advance. Slowly, parts of their line began to buckle. The Armenians gave a great shout and advanced
Only to cry in dismay as another dozen warhorns sounded, chilling the blood. Hundreds of Malukal Chariots charged forth, the full fury of the Syrian army. And to either flank were a horde of great beasts, elephants fully outfitted for war. The chariots plowed into the center of the army, the great Maluk rallying his men in one glorious charge even as the elephants trampled friend and foe alike. Suddenly the Armenian army was reeling, fleeing, routing.
Syria was the victor, and saved, but even in their moment of triumph the Maluk staggered on his chariot, clutching at his belly, an arrow through him. Unbelievably, he straightened for those last few minutes, his blood pouring out of him, as he chased the terrified remnants of the Armenian host from the field.
Later, as the Maluk lay dying, he lived long enough to whisper a name into the ear of his most trusted servant. The next Maluk was chosen, and the soul of Baal departed the Maluks body. The Maluk was dead, and there was only the word of a lone servant to go on for the chosen successor.
In a few years, the new Maluk, the true Maluk of Syria, managed to pull together his forces and establish control over the central region... Though his capital had moved to Palmyra, Damascus destroyed, and his armies were decimated, still the Syrian nation persevered, and news came in, flooding in.
Arabia had a new pretender maluk, determined to capture the entirety of the Empire for himself. Making peace with the Sabaens, he rapidly marched up the Incense Road and reached the border of the Lesser State of Petra.
The news from Egypt was a little more confused, however.
The Syrian troops sent to quell the Egyptian rebellion arrived soon enough, however, it soon transpired that that wasnt quite the threat they really ought to be facing. A massive army of spear wielding hoplites appeared upon the shores of the Delta, accompanied by many archers and war elephants. The banners they flew bore the bull emblem of Minoa.
The Minoans had apparently invaded from their North African colony, and were supplied by a massive fleet offshore. The Malukal armys commander immediately sent a rider to the newly completed Sudafrikan Republik, and soon a grand Syrian fleet of well over a hundred galleys was assembling at the north end of the canal to give battle to the Minoans.
Onshore, the Minoan army advanced rapidly, only to get bogged down in the Nile Delta fighting rebellious Egyptians. After a few months, finally flushing them out, they continued the advance and met the Syrian army at the battle of Pelusium. The Minoan army, drawn up in closed order phalanx style, was rather more disciplined than the Syrians, but the latter had the knowledge of local terrainand the support of local Malukists (though this was rather negated by Egyptian separatists).
Almost evenly matched in numbers, the armies closed. The battle raged on for an hour or so, but after a while, the Minoan elephants put the fanatics to flight again and again.
Meanwhile, the naval battle commenced with a surprise attack by the new Syrian fleet, attacking an anchored group of Minoan ships. The largest naval battle in memory commenced, the fleets each around one hundred and twenty galleys afloat, with the Syrians achieving total surprise and outflanking the anchored islander fleet. However, the Minoans had years of well earned experience on their side (even if most of it wasnt spent fighting), and the battle was soon engaged with thousands of sailors on either fleet.
This grand melee continued for several hours, but in the end the Syrians prevailed, though twenty of the enemy escaped, fleeing for their lives. Forty more Minoan ships were captured, and the other sixty were at the bottom of the sea. The Syrians for their part had lost eighty ships, though with the forty captured galleys, they numbered eighty, and reinforcements flowed in from the Phoenician cities. Soon the coast was secured as Syrian again, and the Minoan army was stopped short of the canal for want of supplies.
(Syria: - 4,000 fanatics, -3,000 spearmen, -50 elephants, -500 UU, -80 galleys, +40 galleys)
(Armenia: -1,000 UU, +500 Cimmerian horsemen, -1,000 archers, -2,000 fanatics)
(Minoa: -100 galleys, -1,000 spearmen)
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Back in Anatolia, things were already looking grim for the nation of the same name, before the Armenians decided to join in the war against the peaceful nation. With strikes into Crimea and the east, even as their armies collapsed in the west, Anatolia fell utterly to the allied powers with minimal losses on either side. Indeed, the main problem now is the disputes between the Minoan army and the Armenian armyand one other thing.
Infuriated by the invasion of their peaceful nation, and still recalling, even if in the most exaggerated of legends, the Hittite Empire, the Hittites rose as a one under a mysterious warlord named the Night Warrior. Their nomenclature obviously needs a little work, since it was named rather uncreatively after the black armor and clothing he wore.
In any case, this Night Warrior is supposedly un-killable, indeed, confirmed reports of respectable Armenian and Minoan soldiers have said that he is dead without a shadow of a doubt, yet he apparently rises from the grave every time they kill him, leading a new army in its place. Even after fifty years of hunting, he still eludes the grasp of either army, and his rebellion has spread like a plague all over Anatolia.
Further to the East, the Cimmerian tribelet in the Cappadocian Peaks falls apart on the death of their warlord in Antioch. The loyalists join the Armenian army shortly thereafter, but the rest of them join the armies of the Night Warrior.
(Anatolia: -nation)
(Night Warrior: +lots of followers, +1 noted suit of armor)
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Back westward, the Theban war ends as suddenly as it started, with the city finally falling to the coalition. Unfortunately, there is now some dispute as to who should own the city, with Macedon, Mycenae, and Minoa all claiming a part of it.
More interestingly, the Macedonians stabbed the Eprians in the back while the latter were at war in Ravenna; though fighting bravely, the Epirans were utterly crushed and absorbed into this budding empire.
(Epirus: -nation)
(Macedonia: +said nations territories)
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A thousand miles away, new leadership comes to power in Calicut. The great trading city sprawls along the coastline as ever, but trade is booming more than ever before. With ships coming in to and fro, hauling spices and silks to Armenia and glass and spices to China, the nation definitely has potential to become the ultimate trading power in the Indian Ocean, if only those pesky Arabs werent in the way.
Dravidian domination would be a deal harder, but it is still within the grasp of the great nation, if they should have a good leader to reach out and take it. All the while, pirates use the Horn of Africa to launch raids on ships of Calicut and Sabae, and harass shipping to no end. Something ought to be done, everyone agrees. But what?
(Calicut: +BOOM [yeah, Im pretty tired of stats by now])
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903 FF
1300 BGM
1298 DYE
The year was 832. Or 1371. Or 1227. Well, only 1227 if you lived on the other side of the Silk Road. But thats a tale for another time. In any case, the year was 1371, or 832, or whatever, take your pick. In a different world, it would have been February 3rd. Of course, either side probably had different months. Hence the different world part. Aye?
Moving on, it was the dead of winter. Well, not really the dead of winter, but, in any case, this being the navel of the world, it didnt really matter. Much. It was a bit rainier than usual. But this being central Syria, at worse the flats would turn into bogs and the highlands into a mudslide waiting to happen. The sad effects of deforestation.
*Cough* Back to the event at hand...
Damascus was a city in name only. Upon seeing it, you would need some convincing to believe that people actually dwelled there. The stones were scattered, the thatchings of the roof long burned away, or used for food by rather desperate people. The city had, in all but name, fallen. Unfortunately the commander of the Armenian army was loathe to leave the city in the rear of his army; the city being destroyed, but not subdued.
The catacombs of ancient burials under the city lurked with bandits who only came out by night, ambushing patrols in the city, and occasionally popping up in the daytime too to loose a few arrows out of the rubble at unsuspecting passerby. The warren was gradually being cleared out, inch by inch, with Faisons Fire, but this was taking months. Rebellions, probably aided by Syrian agents, flared everywhere. Crazy Malukists.
Torches burned in a fiery ring around the encampment, and it was hard for the sentries not to spot a few peasants sneaking in. But they managed it, somehow. Later it would be put down to a few village boys who liked fireworks, but some of the higher-up officers knew there were deeper connections. Syrian connections.
Blind as the guards were, they couldnt help but notice the peasants stealing towards the armory of the more-or-less permanent encampment, and they called out. To their chagrin, the Syrian agents had been noticed. Quickly, guards flooded out, surrounding them. Arresting them, shortly thereafter, and the incident would only have been known as a few drunkards evermore if not for what the agents did next. An agent, showing initiative like no other had before him, chucked a burning something at a nearby tent.
With a roar of golden flame, the armory was engulfed by a tremendous conflagration, and the whole stock of Faisons fire was utterly destroyed. Fortunately for the Armenians, they had just finished clearing out the catacombs by this time, and so their immediate need was stifled. Well, one immediate need.
The great flames were seen a dozen miles away, flaring, reflecting off of the thunderclouds that were gathering, and they drew an army like a magnet.
It was the dead of night when the outriders of the Armenian army, determined to spy anything that might attack them, shouted and blew their great warhornsthe Syrian army had arrived.
Startled, the Armenians hastily ordered their army in battle formation, their cavalry riding to the sound of the swishing arrows, and the last remaining Faisons Fire (delivered a few years back by reinforcements, and never used in all that time) carried to the front lines. A thousand of Haanos Acolytes stood firm in their central battle line, shields locked, banners steady. To their right a thousand swords, to their left a thousand of the Cimmerian Spearmen. Three thousand fanatics formed around their banners, and a thousand swarming Cimmerian horsemen thundered on either flank.
The Syrians were in much better order, though rather tired from a forced night of marching. But they were eager all the same. They had been led here to die, perhaps, but die in the service of a god. Though few enough actually believed he was a god anymore, there was some aura about him that made them want to follow. And die, if necessary.
Then again, it could be their great stock of opium. Either way, really.
The Malukists came on in something that the great chronicler Spithridates described as, A great wave of humanity, lesser than the tide, perhaps, but greater than any army that has come before or since; the wave broke in a crash no less than that of any ocean wave. Roars and cheers turned to screams and cries, and the keening clash of metal on metal as thousands of swords met.
A veritable menagerie of forces, camels, horses, and of course, thousands of human bodies, smashed into the Armenian lines. The Acolytes held firm, but the spearmen from Cimmeria wavered before the horde of Malukist fanatics arrayed against them, and to the dismay of their men, the wind blew the smell of the camels among the horsemen and set their horses to a frenzy. The Athealist fanatics, though, fought on, and with the stolid shield wall in the center, the Malukists began to falter in their advance. Slowly, parts of their line began to buckle. The Armenians gave a great shout and advanced
Only to cry in dismay as another dozen warhorns sounded, chilling the blood. Hundreds of Malukal Chariots charged forth, the full fury of the Syrian army. And to either flank were a horde of great beasts, elephants fully outfitted for war. The chariots plowed into the center of the army, the great Maluk rallying his men in one glorious charge even as the elephants trampled friend and foe alike. Suddenly the Armenian army was reeling, fleeing, routing.
Syria was the victor, and saved, but even in their moment of triumph the Maluk staggered on his chariot, clutching at his belly, an arrow through him. Unbelievably, he straightened for those last few minutes, his blood pouring out of him, as he chased the terrified remnants of the Armenian host from the field.
Later, as the Maluk lay dying, he lived long enough to whisper a name into the ear of his most trusted servant. The next Maluk was chosen, and the soul of Baal departed the Maluks body. The Maluk was dead, and there was only the word of a lone servant to go on for the chosen successor.
In a few years, the new Maluk, the true Maluk of Syria, managed to pull together his forces and establish control over the central region... Though his capital had moved to Palmyra, Damascus destroyed, and his armies were decimated, still the Syrian nation persevered, and news came in, flooding in.
Arabia had a new pretender maluk, determined to capture the entirety of the Empire for himself. Making peace with the Sabaens, he rapidly marched up the Incense Road and reached the border of the Lesser State of Petra.
The news from Egypt was a little more confused, however.
The Syrian troops sent to quell the Egyptian rebellion arrived soon enough, however, it soon transpired that that wasnt quite the threat they really ought to be facing. A massive army of spear wielding hoplites appeared upon the shores of the Delta, accompanied by many archers and war elephants. The banners they flew bore the bull emblem of Minoa.
The Minoans had apparently invaded from their North African colony, and were supplied by a massive fleet offshore. The Malukal armys commander immediately sent a rider to the newly completed Sudafrikan Republik, and soon a grand Syrian fleet of well over a hundred galleys was assembling at the north end of the canal to give battle to the Minoans.
Onshore, the Minoan army advanced rapidly, only to get bogged down in the Nile Delta fighting rebellious Egyptians. After a few months, finally flushing them out, they continued the advance and met the Syrian army at the battle of Pelusium. The Minoan army, drawn up in closed order phalanx style, was rather more disciplined than the Syrians, but the latter had the knowledge of local terrainand the support of local Malukists (though this was rather negated by Egyptian separatists).
Almost evenly matched in numbers, the armies closed. The battle raged on for an hour or so, but after a while, the Minoan elephants put the fanatics to flight again and again.
Meanwhile, the naval battle commenced with a surprise attack by the new Syrian fleet, attacking an anchored group of Minoan ships. The largest naval battle in memory commenced, the fleets each around one hundred and twenty galleys afloat, with the Syrians achieving total surprise and outflanking the anchored islander fleet. However, the Minoans had years of well earned experience on their side (even if most of it wasnt spent fighting), and the battle was soon engaged with thousands of sailors on either fleet.
This grand melee continued for several hours, but in the end the Syrians prevailed, though twenty of the enemy escaped, fleeing for their lives. Forty more Minoan ships were captured, and the other sixty were at the bottom of the sea. The Syrians for their part had lost eighty ships, though with the forty captured galleys, they numbered eighty, and reinforcements flowed in from the Phoenician cities. Soon the coast was secured as Syrian again, and the Minoan army was stopped short of the canal for want of supplies.
(Syria: - 4,000 fanatics, -3,000 spearmen, -50 elephants, -500 UU, -80 galleys, +40 galleys)
(Armenia: -1,000 UU, +500 Cimmerian horsemen, -1,000 archers, -2,000 fanatics)
(Minoa: -100 galleys, -1,000 spearmen)
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Back in Anatolia, things were already looking grim for the nation of the same name, before the Armenians decided to join in the war against the peaceful nation. With strikes into Crimea and the east, even as their armies collapsed in the west, Anatolia fell utterly to the allied powers with minimal losses on either side. Indeed, the main problem now is the disputes between the Minoan army and the Armenian armyand one other thing.
Infuriated by the invasion of their peaceful nation, and still recalling, even if in the most exaggerated of legends, the Hittite Empire, the Hittites rose as a one under a mysterious warlord named the Night Warrior. Their nomenclature obviously needs a little work, since it was named rather uncreatively after the black armor and clothing he wore.
In any case, this Night Warrior is supposedly un-killable, indeed, confirmed reports of respectable Armenian and Minoan soldiers have said that he is dead without a shadow of a doubt, yet he apparently rises from the grave every time they kill him, leading a new army in its place. Even after fifty years of hunting, he still eludes the grasp of either army, and his rebellion has spread like a plague all over Anatolia.
Further to the East, the Cimmerian tribelet in the Cappadocian Peaks falls apart on the death of their warlord in Antioch. The loyalists join the Armenian army shortly thereafter, but the rest of them join the armies of the Night Warrior.
(Anatolia: -nation)
(Night Warrior: +lots of followers, +1 noted suit of armor)
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Back westward, the Theban war ends as suddenly as it started, with the city finally falling to the coalition. Unfortunately, there is now some dispute as to who should own the city, with Macedon, Mycenae, and Minoa all claiming a part of it.
More interestingly, the Macedonians stabbed the Eprians in the back while the latter were at war in Ravenna; though fighting bravely, the Epirans were utterly crushed and absorbed into this budding empire.
(Epirus: -nation)
(Macedonia: +said nations territories)
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A thousand miles away, new leadership comes to power in Calicut. The great trading city sprawls along the coastline as ever, but trade is booming more than ever before. With ships coming in to and fro, hauling spices and silks to Armenia and glass and spices to China, the nation definitely has potential to become the ultimate trading power in the Indian Ocean, if only those pesky Arabs werent in the way.
Dravidian domination would be a deal harder, but it is still within the grasp of the great nation, if they should have a good leader to reach out and take it. All the while, pirates use the Horn of Africa to launch raids on ships of Calicut and Sabae, and harass shipping to no end. Something ought to be done, everyone agrees. But what?
(Calicut: +BOOM [yeah, Im pretty tired of stats by now])
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Dubai grows and grows, with no limit to its potential except for the rather limited water supply. All the same, trade flourishes, new harbors are dug, and the people feast. Well, some of them do, anyway. In the meantime, the Trade Cabal, a government reminiscent of that of the Tong a few thousand miles away, spreads the new religion of Dubaii Pantheism.
While the gods are mildly amused at the apparent plural adjective form of Dubai, they bless the new religion anyway, and it gains many adherents among the Dubaii and, ironically enough, the enemies of the nation in Babylon, mainly because it is an alternative to Athealism, which has grown rather unpopular. One wonders how long it will take them to realize the pantheism is also from an enemy nation, but in any case...
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Another few thousand miles away, on the other end of a trade route. A different life.
The thunder of the steppe horsemen hooves beat into a chaotic war in northern Yan. The Xiong Nu loot the capital, giving them much capital. Meanwhile, battles to the south go easily enough, the Song armies fleeing in disorder every time they meet on the field.
Things dont go quite as the Song planned, however, as the steppe cavalry are, after all, faster than their marchers, and they are soon actually in full flight, instead of feigned flight. The steppe horsemen actually make it to the northern border of Song itself before they meet up with the main Song army.
Thousands of crossbows and spearmen all line a great hill, staring imperiously down upon the charging cavalry. The cavalry closeand then suddenly hundreds of their number tumble to the ground, dead or wounded. The Chinese unfortunately underestimated the range and power of the steppe bows, though, and the forces were soon trading shots, however, the pavaises essentially saved the crossbowmen from too much damage.
The steppe nomads retreated, eventually, straight into a trap, set by Song troops that were landed by sea. A fierce battle ensues (honestly, how many more ways can I put it?) and the Song troops come out victorious, the steppe nomads retreating.
On another note, Silla, having united the Korean Peninsula, drives forth into the Xiong Nu, potentially threatening the integrity of the vast nation.
(Xiong Nu: -2,000 steppe cavalry)
(Song: -2,000 spearmen, -500 UU)
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To the south, of course, war rages on.
The Nipponese army attacks across Chu, passing through inconsequential armies and reaching a point on the Yangtze where the river is completely blocked by a contingent of Shu galleys. A rather quick melee ensues with the Nipponese ships retreating and the Shu fleet standing firm, but no matter. The Nipponese troops disembark and march alongside the Yangtze all the way to the Shu capital. When they get there, though, they find that they can only reinforce an already set siege.
More on that later, since the wait will make the Shu emper, or king grind his teeth a little.
The battles in Chu, meanwhile, are chaos. Apparently the Tong were going to reinforce the Yues, but that got a little sidetracked (see below), and the eventual end result was that the Nan Yue army attacked the Chu, while the Min Yue, convinced the Nan Yue would help, betrayed the Nipponese, attacking them. Confused yet?
In essence, either Yue was dealt a full hand of cards, and played them very differently. Either agreed to an alliance with Tong against Nippon, but at the same time, both agreed to a royal marriage with Nippon. Not to mention the Tong thought this was an appropriate time to stage miserably failing governmental coups. In the end, the Min Yue sided with the Tong, and the Nan Yue sided with the Nipponese. But they didnt quite know this yet.
The Tong army and fleet, sailing on one of the smaller Chinese rivers towards Chu, were suddenly confronted by a Nan Yue emissary who informed them that there was a large Shu army attacking the Nan Yue, betraying the coalition and siding with the Nipponese. An absurd tale, to be sure, but when the outriders of the Tong arrived on the field, they confirmed the story. There was a Shu invasion of Yue in the works.
The Tong marched, but it wasnt quite the gallant rescue they envisioned. While they easily crushed the Shu army in between them, the Yue army then attacked the Tong, sweeping into their encampment during the dead of the night, and slaughtering hundreds before they could organize an effective fighting retreat.
And so the Tong army retreated, but their fleet still did their best to harass and harm the Yue and Nipponese.
At the same time, the Nipponese fleet retreated headlong down the Yangtze, only to meet a very nasty force guarding the moutha Min Yue battle fleet. The fighting went on for only a few minutes, before a few pathetic looking Tong ships floated in between them, and unceremoniously blew up in a massive explosion.
Right, I was going to tell the increasingly purpling Shu emperor king, I should say, what was happening.
The Shu forces sent to unceremoniously sweep aside the supposedly inconsequential Nan Yue forces found them to be huge, well armed, and highly motivated, fighting against the heresies of the Yellow Emperor. Or something like that. They dont really believe in it, but they *do* believe they are fighting a different culturewhich, to be sure, they areand they are fighting for a way of life.
In any case, the Shu forces are defeatedpartly due to the fact that they were flanked by the Nipponesebut certainly not destroyed. Indeed, they retreated rather casually to a more secure site and there await the instruction of the Yellow King or what-have-you. The capital city is under siege by a fairly strong force, but the royal family escaped. Its really rather a stalemate, in the north at least.
In the south, the Shu inflict a massive defeat on the Burmese tribes, their leader making huge gains all over there. The diseases in the Burmese jungle begin to afflict them, however, and by the time they are able to slog all the way south again, the Burmese have organized into a legitimate state at peace with the Shu. The best that can be said for this jungle chase is that the Shu own a lot of new land and can now use the troops elsewhere.
And as a minor side noteAnnam was essentially absorbed in a coup by the Tong.
(Shu: -3,000 spearmen, -3,000 swordsmen, -1,000 archers, -5 UU, + lots of adherents to bluepotteryism, or just Yellow Emperorism)
(Tong: -1,000 spearmen, -500 archers, -10 junks, -much good wood and coal dust)
(Nippon: -500 UU, -1,000 spearmen, -10 galleys)
(Nan Yue: -5,000 swordsmen, -2,000 spearmen, -1,000 archers)
(Min Yue: -5,000 spearmen, 10 galleys)
(Moderator: -creative talent that could have been spent on the rest of the update)
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The Avar general Bayan easily rode his horde to victory over the Tartar tribes in several pitched battles, and the Khaganate expanded. Really, what else am I supposed to say?
(Avars: -500 steppe cavalry)
(Tartars: -1,500 steppe cavalry)
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OOC: From this point on Im having trouble keeping my eyes open. But heck, you wanted an update, and Im trying my hardest to do something about it.
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In Armenia, the news flows in from all fronts. The new states in the Persian territory have succeeded, and they are now happily up and running. The Scythians are continuing the war in Persia happily without a word of complaint.
The Babylonian invasion, meanwhile, was easily predicted and countered, the Armenian troops moving in flawlessly to cut off their forces in the north and at the same time stopping them from advancing further, though with mild losses on either side. Even more nicely, the Dubaii counter the Babylonian incursion by taking over the Kuwait region.
The already mentioned Anatolian effort goes decently, though the problem of the Night Warrior is getting a bit out of hand.
Other ventures dont go so well.
The landing at the north of the Caspian finds a nation already established therea Sarmatian Khaganate which, apparently, is out for blood. Fortunately the settlers turn back before things get too hectic.
Expansion along the Black is decent, and a minor rebellion by a Tauri warlord is put down. Unfortunately, the battles in Syria, mentioned above in the update, arent doing so well.
On a more domestic note, large aqueducts are built to all the major cities of Armenia in the region, fresh water now being available to many. The masses are quite pleased with this new development, and the King is quite well liked.
(Babylon: -2,000 spearmen, -5 galleys)
(Dubai: -5 galleys, -500 spearmen)
(Armenia: -1,000 spearmen, 500 swordsmen)
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The great city of Timbuktu, mighty in its riches, grows even greater as the lands of the Takrur are easily joined to their nation, their inconsequential armies swept away by the vast armies of Mali.The slaves from this new conquest are sent to irrigate and improve the infrastructure of the Niger River Valley, which aids the nation considerably as the population grows rapidly.
Meanwhile, the Ashanti nearly complete their conquest of the Dahomey, though this is barely noticed by the Malians except for the fact that the Ashanti might turn their eyes to another area to conquer.
(Mali: -3,000 spearmen)
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In Europe, the war rages on, but it seems to be in its final throes, at least.
The River Seine is crossed by a very large Portugese army which easily brushed off a French counter attack after plowing through their lines, and they quickly encircled Paris. After beating off a few more relief attempts, they assaulted the city itself.
Their rather absurd looking Fire Wagons attack the gates themselves, and after a fierce battle, the city of Paris, which had withstood siege after siege before, finally falls to the invaders. The exodus that ensues from the city, all the Parisians who would rather leave their homes than live under Portugese rule, reintroduces population into the eastern regions of France, and survivors gather in the city of Metz, which is now heavily fortified. The King narrowly escaped as well, though his second son is prisoner of the Portugese army.
Across the Channel, the Cantivelliaunii finally destroy the Portugese colony once and for all, and the people there scarcely remember the old empire, having last seen one of their men more than two hundred years ago.
Surprisingly, for the Portugese, at least, the majority of the French army was mysteriously absent, as was their navy. They all seemed to vanish.
In reality, the rich Portugese farmlands in Aquitaine were utterly devastated by a massive French invasion, which not only served to destroy a major source of income, it happened to cut off another Portugese force which was in Catalonia.
Speaking of that force, the Balearic forces utterly demolished a further Portugese incursion. Completely coincidentally, the Portugese survivors retreated to the mountain nation of Andorra, which grows rapidly to encompass much of the Pyrenees. They are amiable to all of the powers around them, and have secured good trade relations with all.
Meanwhile, the Tartessians seize part of southern Iberia, but seeing the near assurance of their allys demise (see below), they offer peace to the Balerics on relatively good terms to all.
Portugal itself was long untouched by the war, but it finally changed when a huge French force landed outside Lisbon and took it almost without a fight. The King was not captured, campaigning in Portugal as he was, but his Queen and three youngest sons, along with the families of nearly every Portugese soldier, were taken.
The Lisboans counted themselves lucky, though, as much of the rest of the nation succumbed to well armed, well organized Iberian barbarian invasions.
Without a homeland or a capital, the morale of the Portugese troops has sunk to an all time low. Most of them no longer have the will or desire to fight.
(Portugal: -2,000 Chimeran Spearmen, -500 archers, -5 fire wagons, -10 galleys)
(Balearics: -2,000 spearmen, -1,000 archers)
(Basques: -2,000 spearmen)
(Tartessos: -2,000 spearmen)
(France: -2,000 swordsmen, -1,000 spearmen, -10 galleys, -5,000 peasants (desertion))
(Dumnonii: -nation)
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Ravenna pushes north, establishing a republic in Germany known as Lombardy. The Kingdom of Germany, in the meantime, falls completely. Ceases to exist, really, as the factions all over struggle to survive, both foreign invader, and the numerous independent rebellions in Berlin, Pommern, and Saxony.
On the other side of the great Republic, the pirate coves in the Mediterranean were easily dealt with an expanded the Republics holdings even further in Northern Africa.
On the other front, Pannonia is taken over by a completely renewed government with an interesting insight into the republics future. Namely, they push against the Cimmerians full time, though since this was already the plan, it goes without saying.
They also start The grandest marketplace in the world, but this isnt quite a true statement, there being many markets in the world, a few greater than it. But its a nice name, at least.
And in the far northeast, the Preternaturians expand a bit and start a new wonder. The income is left unspent, though, and the courtiers all clamor for *their* idea to be the one that the gold is spent on.
As always.
(Ravenna: -300 UU)
(Pannonia: -100 UU)
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NPC Diplos:
From: Tartessos
To: Balearics
Peace halfway between prewar and current borders?
From: Nan Yue
To: World
Ahahahahahahah.
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OOC: Bad quality. *grumbles*
Dubai grows and grows, with no limit to its potential except for the rather limited water supply. All the same, trade flourishes, new harbors are dug, and the people feast. Well, some of them do, anyway. In the meantime, the Trade Cabal, a government reminiscent of that of the Tong a few thousand miles away, spreads the new religion of Dubaii Pantheism.
While the gods are mildly amused at the apparent plural adjective form of Dubai, they bless the new religion anyway, and it gains many adherents among the Dubaii and, ironically enough, the enemies of the nation in Babylon, mainly because it is an alternative to Athealism, which has grown rather unpopular. One wonders how long it will take them to realize the pantheism is also from an enemy nation, but in any case...
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Another few thousand miles away, on the other end of a trade route. A different life.
The thunder of the steppe horsemen hooves beat into a chaotic war in northern Yan. The Xiong Nu loot the capital, giving them much capital. Meanwhile, battles to the south go easily enough, the Song armies fleeing in disorder every time they meet on the field.
Things dont go quite as the Song planned, however, as the steppe cavalry are, after all, faster than their marchers, and they are soon actually in full flight, instead of feigned flight. The steppe horsemen actually make it to the northern border of Song itself before they meet up with the main Song army.
Thousands of crossbows and spearmen all line a great hill, staring imperiously down upon the charging cavalry. The cavalry closeand then suddenly hundreds of their number tumble to the ground, dead or wounded. The Chinese unfortunately underestimated the range and power of the steppe bows, though, and the forces were soon trading shots, however, the pavaises essentially saved the crossbowmen from too much damage.
The steppe nomads retreated, eventually, straight into a trap, set by Song troops that were landed by sea. A fierce battle ensues (honestly, how many more ways can I put it?) and the Song troops come out victorious, the steppe nomads retreating.
On another note, Silla, having united the Korean Peninsula, drives forth into the Xiong Nu, potentially threatening the integrity of the vast nation.
(Xiong Nu: -2,000 steppe cavalry)
(Song: -2,000 spearmen, -500 UU)
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To the south, of course, war rages on.
The Nipponese army attacks across Chu, passing through inconsequential armies and reaching a point on the Yangtze where the river is completely blocked by a contingent of Shu galleys. A rather quick melee ensues with the Nipponese ships retreating and the Shu fleet standing firm, but no matter. The Nipponese troops disembark and march alongside the Yangtze all the way to the Shu capital. When they get there, though, they find that they can only reinforce an already set siege.
More on that later, since the wait will make the Shu emper, or king grind his teeth a little.
The battles in Chu, meanwhile, are chaos. Apparently the Tong were going to reinforce the Yues, but that got a little sidetracked (see below), and the eventual end result was that the Nan Yue army attacked the Chu, while the Min Yue, convinced the Nan Yue would help, betrayed the Nipponese, attacking them. Confused yet?
In essence, either Yue was dealt a full hand of cards, and played them very differently. Either agreed to an alliance with Tong against Nippon, but at the same time, both agreed to a royal marriage with Nippon. Not to mention the Tong thought this was an appropriate time to stage miserably failing governmental coups. In the end, the Min Yue sided with the Tong, and the Nan Yue sided with the Nipponese. But they didnt quite know this yet.
The Tong army and fleet, sailing on one of the smaller Chinese rivers towards Chu, were suddenly confronted by a Nan Yue emissary who informed them that there was a large Shu army attacking the Nan Yue, betraying the coalition and siding with the Nipponese. An absurd tale, to be sure, but when the outriders of the Tong arrived on the field, they confirmed the story. There was a Shu invasion of Yue in the works.
The Tong marched, but it wasnt quite the gallant rescue they envisioned. While they easily crushed the Shu army in between them, the Yue army then attacked the Tong, sweeping into their encampment during the dead of the night, and slaughtering hundreds before they could organize an effective fighting retreat.
And so the Tong army retreated, but their fleet still did their best to harass and harm the Yue and Nipponese.
At the same time, the Nipponese fleet retreated headlong down the Yangtze, only to meet a very nasty force guarding the moutha Min Yue battle fleet. The fighting went on for only a few minutes, before a few pathetic looking Tong ships floated in between them, and unceremoniously blew up in a massive explosion.
Right, I was going to tell the increasingly purpling Shu emperor king, I should say, what was happening.
The Shu forces sent to unceremoniously sweep aside the supposedly inconsequential Nan Yue forces found them to be huge, well armed, and highly motivated, fighting against the heresies of the Yellow Emperor. Or something like that. They dont really believe in it, but they *do* believe they are fighting a different culturewhich, to be sure, they areand they are fighting for a way of life.
In any case, the Shu forces are defeatedpartly due to the fact that they were flanked by the Nipponesebut certainly not destroyed. Indeed, they retreated rather casually to a more secure site and there await the instruction of the Yellow King or what-have-you. The capital city is under siege by a fairly strong force, but the royal family escaped. Its really rather a stalemate, in the north at least.
In the south, the Shu inflict a massive defeat on the Burmese tribes, their leader making huge gains all over there. The diseases in the Burmese jungle begin to afflict them, however, and by the time they are able to slog all the way south again, the Burmese have organized into a legitimate state at peace with the Shu. The best that can be said for this jungle chase is that the Shu own a lot of new land and can now use the troops elsewhere.
And as a minor side noteAnnam was essentially absorbed in a coup by the Tong.
(Shu: -3,000 spearmen, -3,000 swordsmen, -1,000 archers, -5 UU, + lots of adherents to bluepotteryism, or just Yellow Emperorism)
(Tong: -1,000 spearmen, -500 archers, -10 junks, -much good wood and coal dust)
(Nippon: -500 UU, -1,000 spearmen, -10 galleys)
(Nan Yue: -5,000 swordsmen, -2,000 spearmen, -1,000 archers)
(Min Yue: -5,000 spearmen, 10 galleys)
(Moderator: -creative talent that could have been spent on the rest of the update)
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The Avar general Bayan easily rode his horde to victory over the Tartar tribes in several pitched battles, and the Khaganate expanded. Really, what else am I supposed to say?
(Avars: -500 steppe cavalry)
(Tartars: -1,500 steppe cavalry)
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OOC: From this point on Im having trouble keeping my eyes open. But heck, you wanted an update, and Im trying my hardest to do something about it.
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In Armenia, the news flows in from all fronts. The new states in the Persian territory have succeeded, and they are now happily up and running. The Scythians are continuing the war in Persia happily without a word of complaint.
The Babylonian invasion, meanwhile, was easily predicted and countered, the Armenian troops moving in flawlessly to cut off their forces in the north and at the same time stopping them from advancing further, though with mild losses on either side. Even more nicely, the Dubaii counter the Babylonian incursion by taking over the Kuwait region.
The already mentioned Anatolian effort goes decently, though the problem of the Night Warrior is getting a bit out of hand.
Other ventures dont go so well.
The landing at the north of the Caspian finds a nation already established therea Sarmatian Khaganate which, apparently, is out for blood. Fortunately the settlers turn back before things get too hectic.
Expansion along the Black is decent, and a minor rebellion by a Tauri warlord is put down. Unfortunately, the battles in Syria, mentioned above in the update, arent doing so well.
On a more domestic note, large aqueducts are built to all the major cities of Armenia in the region, fresh water now being available to many. The masses are quite pleased with this new development, and the King is quite well liked.
(Babylon: -2,000 spearmen, -5 galleys)
(Dubai: -5 galleys, -500 spearmen)
(Armenia: -1,000 spearmen, 500 swordsmen)
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The great city of Timbuktu, mighty in its riches, grows even greater as the lands of the Takrur are easily joined to their nation, their inconsequential armies swept away by the vast armies of Mali.The slaves from this new conquest are sent to irrigate and improve the infrastructure of the Niger River Valley, which aids the nation considerably as the population grows rapidly.
Meanwhile, the Ashanti nearly complete their conquest of the Dahomey, though this is barely noticed by the Malians except for the fact that the Ashanti might turn their eyes to another area to conquer.
(Mali: -3,000 spearmen)
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In Europe, the war rages on, but it seems to be in its final throes, at least.
The River Seine is crossed by a very large Portugese army which easily brushed off a French counter attack after plowing through their lines, and they quickly encircled Paris. After beating off a few more relief attempts, they assaulted the city itself.
Their rather absurd looking Fire Wagons attack the gates themselves, and after a fierce battle, the city of Paris, which had withstood siege after siege before, finally falls to the invaders. The exodus that ensues from the city, all the Parisians who would rather leave their homes than live under Portugese rule, reintroduces population into the eastern regions of France, and survivors gather in the city of Metz, which is now heavily fortified. The King narrowly escaped as well, though his second son is prisoner of the Portugese army.
Across the Channel, the Cantivelliaunii finally destroy the Portugese colony once and for all, and the people there scarcely remember the old empire, having last seen one of their men more than two hundred years ago.
Surprisingly, for the Portugese, at least, the majority of the French army was mysteriously absent, as was their navy. They all seemed to vanish.
In reality, the rich Portugese farmlands in Aquitaine were utterly devastated by a massive French invasion, which not only served to destroy a major source of income, it happened to cut off another Portugese force which was in Catalonia.
Speaking of that force, the Balearic forces utterly demolished a further Portugese incursion. Completely coincidentally, the Portugese survivors retreated to the mountain nation of Andorra, which grows rapidly to encompass much of the Pyrenees. They are amiable to all of the powers around them, and have secured good trade relations with all.
Meanwhile, the Tartessians seize part of southern Iberia, but seeing the near assurance of their allys demise (see below), they offer peace to the Balerics on relatively good terms to all.
Portugal itself was long untouched by the war, but it finally changed when a huge French force landed outside Lisbon and took it almost without a fight. The King was not captured, campaigning in Portugal as he was, but his Queen and three youngest sons, along with the families of nearly every Portugese soldier, were taken.
The Lisboans counted themselves lucky, though, as much of the rest of the nation succumbed to well armed, well organized Iberian barbarian invasions.
Without a homeland or a capital, the morale of the Portugese troops has sunk to an all time low. Most of them no longer have the will or desire to fight.
(Portugal: -2,000 Chimeran Spearmen, -500 archers, -5 fire wagons, -10 galleys)
(Balearics: -2,000 spearmen, -1,000 archers)
(Basques: -2,000 spearmen)
(Tartessos: -2,000 spearmen)
(France: -2,000 swordsmen, -1,000 spearmen, -10 galleys, -5,000 peasants (desertion))
(Dumnonii: -nation)
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Ravenna pushes north, establishing a republic in Germany known as Lombardy. The Kingdom of Germany, in the meantime, falls completely. Ceases to exist, really, as the factions all over struggle to survive, both foreign invader, and the numerous independent rebellions in Berlin, Pommern, and Saxony.
On the other side of the great Republic, the pirate coves in the Mediterranean were easily dealt with an expanded the Republics holdings even further in Northern Africa.
On the other front, Pannonia is taken over by a completely renewed government with an interesting insight into the republics future. Namely, they push against the Cimmerians full time, though since this was already the plan, it goes without saying.
They also start The grandest marketplace in the world, but this isnt quite a true statement, there being many markets in the world, a few greater than it. But its a nice name, at least.
And in the far northeast, the Preternaturians expand a bit and start a new wonder. The income is left unspent, though, and the courtiers all clamor for *their* idea to be the one that the gold is spent on.
As always.
(Ravenna: -300 UU)
(Pannonia: -100 UU)
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NPC Diplos:
From: Tartessos
To: Balearics
Peace halfway between prewar and current borders?
From: Nan Yue
To: World
Ahahahahahahah.
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OOC: Bad quality. *grumbles*
North King
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alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Good GOd...
Jason The King
Deity
alex994 said:
You can say that five times over.
Most very excellent and astounding, yet subtle and beautiful (almost poetic) update. I almost cried in happiness when I clicked the thread and saw the bottom expand, indicating a map.
All hail North King! GOD OF ALL!
Jason The King
Deity
To Portugal, Balearics, Tartessos
From France
We think peace is due. Cease fire while we work out the exact terms?
From France
We think peace is due. Cease fire while we work out the exact terms?
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
lee! get on msn
NVM, you are on
NVM, you are on
das
Regeneration In Process
Didn't read the update yet, but doesn't seem to be any worse then your usual, magnificent updates.
Only one complaint - sorry, perhaps I made something unclear, but it doesn't work like that. Inheritance I mean. A Maluk is just a Maluk unless he spends a few hours all alone in an empty shrine to make Baal enter unto him. Um, if we control Damascus that would work I guess, or we could build a new one...
In other words, Cui, nice invasion but I've fought off much worse.
Only one complaint - sorry, perhaps I made something unclear, but it doesn't work like that. Inheritance I mean. A Maluk is just a Maluk unless he spends a few hours all alone in an empty shrine to make Baal enter unto him. Um, if we control Damascus that would work I guess, or we could build a new one...
In other words, Cui, nice invasion but I've fought off much worse.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
das said:
Now that i think about it, i've never seen you actually lose to an invasion das.. Must be because you modded so many neses...
Jason The King
Deity
alex994 said:Now that i think about it, i've never seen you actually lose to an invasion das.. Must be because you modded so many neses...
Nay, he is just a great player as well as a mod. I have modded more nes's then him, but I am sure he would beat me in a war. (not to mention sheep has modded probably me and das put together
)
das
Regeneration In Process
Well, there was that time when Azale, using the fact that my army and economy were in shambles, conquered Tripolye...
On the other hand, the NES died before I could start my final attack, so we'll never know.
I was actually thinking about Amen's first NES - Mongol Empire fought off USA, Canada, Britain, Byzantium and lots of puppets.
As for story, well, when I find more time. Monday most probably.
As for Jason, I generally have lots of experience. That helps. And I'd love to fight a war with Jason one day, but most of the time the opportunity evades me. In this NES, for instance, we are (very indirectish) allies (through Ravenna).
erez87
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to France:
We will accept the cease fire ut you brought the Iberian barbarians how have you planned to take them out?
OOC: France has no farms... why it says so i the stats?
Also why I have my Brittany trade still halted?
And I understand my attack into eastern france never took place? why? I udnerstand about the attack into northern Iberia... but why there?
We will accept the cease fire ut you brought the Iberian barbarians how have you planned to take them out?
OOC: France has no farms... why it says so i the stats?
Also why I have my Brittany trade still halted?
And I understand my attack into eastern france never took place? why? I udnerstand about the attack into northern Iberia... but why there?
alex994 said:Now that i think about it, i've never seen you actually lose to an invasion das.. Must be because you modded so many neses...
Das says Azale, but its actually I who claim the honour of having defeated Das
; Azale merelly took advatage of Das nation after Dacia, under the command of Illyrian generals (my own nation was too busy fighting in Italy to send any troops) pushed Tripolye back, and out of Dacia all together 
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