stNNES7: Worlds and Empires

To Cantivelliaunii
From France

You know why this whole war was started? It was because Brittany occupied land that threatened the peace and fulfillment of France. France was meant to be the whole of the southern coast of the English Channel. We ask that you name a price for Brittany, please, or all of our dead were for nothing.
 
Good update...

To: Syria
From: Minoa

Peace, please!

Why? Maybe we should fight for a few more years? Don't see any problem with that...

Unless, ofcourse, you are willing to pay me 1 eco. level every two centuries (this sounds absurd, NK, you should decrease the time scale soon or something like that...), beginning on this one, in exchange for the safety of your trade.
 
OOC:

IC:

The city is ruined, there is next to nothing left, some pathetic buildings, a rebuilding shrine, the walls, and the half-ruined palace... Syria is suffering...

CURSED SUFFERING! The avatar-which-is-I is suffering as well (disease, the physicist said, some foolish plague - AWAY WITH IT!), but *I* care not for the Maluk's frail body! Mortals, they are the only impediment existant to my plan. Friend or foe, they all are enemies...

Damascus in ruins, the Canal captured... No! Never! I summon you all here! Tekker, did you send the embassy? GOOD! Now begone! Yakub, you fool! DIE! What frail body, how easy it is to kill those fools with sharp knives...

The rest of you, trembling mortals, pathetic weaklings - governors, generals, priests! Maybe some of you could be useful... Very well! Mosheh, you will command the northern army! Daffith, you will command the southern... And you all shall receive the orders, later. BEGONE!

Now, Hanno - you are the only one who is yet to fail me. Continue the blockade until I tell you to spare the Minoan fools! There will be no mercy unless they agree to pay tribute... DANVAL! Go to Knoshish, and make them surrender - otherwise, KILL AS MANY OF THEM AS YOU CAN!

As for you, Tabresh, you are to begin assembling the supplies for the next campaign. And I do not want to waste more time!

---

The Baal-Maluk was ill. Those who did not see him felt it in the air anyway. Ancient tales spoke of "Euphratian Pox", but this was some strange, new disease, and people were fearful, thinking it will get them as well.

But that did not come, Syria was not attacked by that particular foe... right now.

The Baal-Maluk, Yusuf Midbari, was ill. Shaking, moving awkwardly, shouting madly and incoherrently... Yet he was God, and his orders were obeyed by those who already had no other choice - those who did not betray him earlier, those who had chained their fates to his.

And THAT was most of Syria's remnants, especially the army. The entire Malukate was changing - the merchants, the priests, the governors, the citizens, the peasants, the nobles, everybody was now inferior to the army, which itself was inferior only the Maluk. It answered only to God - thankfully, their God was here, clearly visible and in control.

---

I am the Baal, and I care little for this avatar. It is merely a mortal, who will die one day and allow me to seek a new host. Just another mortal, only chosen by me... and out of all Maluks, held by me for the longest amounts of time.

That is why the other mortals think him insane. In some regards he is, but actually he is simply beyond mortal comprehension. I am, for now, he; he is I. He is the Baal, the Master, and thus is above the humans, the animals and the fish, the trees and the dragons. He is above all... as long as I am with him.

But not all agree. Perfidious merchants from Minoa threaten my chosen land... or used to threaten it, now they suffered for their actions. And I cared little if they would agree to pay tribute or if they would continue to resist. It was such a minor matter...

...especially when compared with other matters. I am the Baal, but there are certain rules in this world that even the Baal must go by, especially if he seeks to intervenne in "petty" human affairs. The North-King rules in this version of the world, and it is by his rules that I am to "play" by here. To the North-King, this might be just a game - but to me, it is... something greater.

To the south, a pretender claims to be me - a foolish mortal without even the most pathetic of guidances. To the north, a much more serious threat comes - the Hayastan and the Ashur, united for many long centuries now, still wage war against my land.

But I will go down fighting, if need be. And even then... what is down can come up.

---

The Baal-Maluk destroyed his wooden table (a great rarity in Syria) with a well-planned strike of his sword.

---

Fools! Begone! It matters not to you what I did here.

Wait, Mosheh! Stay here. The rest, BEGONE!

Well, Mosheh, this is how we will crush Syria - with a well-planned blow of the sword. But I cannot trust you, a mere mortal, with such a task. No, I do not need your self-humiliation and bootlicking. I need you to lead the armies in battle, for this body is weak, old and plague-struck, much like the Malukate.

I will command, however. I will take command personally, plague or no plague.

---

The general quickly bowed, and ran out, nervously. The Baal-Maluk noisely walked back and forth, condemning his enemies.

---

Damn fools. Fools they might be, but there is too many of them.

I still could destroy them, ofcourse, or defeat them at least... but winning (that is, acquiring a peace that is better then the one we had before this war) will be very hard. Still... If I could defeat them all, one-by-one if not at once, then I will peace based on blood and iron. I could win what I tried to win as Ahiram - I could win peace. Not eternal peace, ofcourse, for long times of peace is generally a bad thing for any nation, much worse then long times of war. But I could win time to consolidate and solidify my empire.

Yes, that could work. And if I lose... very well then. But it is the way I lose that matters. The people will serve me, out of fear if not out of zeal. They will do as I will order.

In the wake of my dying empire, I will leave scorched earth, ruined cities, burning villages, battlefields covered with corpses, and rivers of blood to irrigate the deserts. That would be a fine... beginning.

And even if they do defeat me... it will be hard for them to destroy the Baal. And then, the Baal will strike back.

For the Baal never retreats, never surrenders... the Baal never gives up. Over the centuries, I will ruin worlds and empires, but I will get what I want.

Victory? Perhaps. But much more importantly, revenge, destruction... and blood.

The Baal appreciates blood.

---

The Baal-Maluk stood up, overcoming himself, and sheathed his sword. He walked to inspect the chariots.

One more day to prepare... and on the day after tomorrow, the army will go, to battle and glory. And death, death to many.

The Baal-Maluk smiled.

---

What a fine war! Even if my enemies "win", they will be crippled by what I plan so much that they might as well have lost...

As for mortals dead... nobody counts them. They don't live for long anyway, and their lives are very dull. What is a long life of a raven compared with a short, but glorious life of an eagle?
 
cool update :D, now then.....

To The Nations of: France, Baleria, Iberia, Cantivelliaunii, Lombardy
Spoiler :

Ravenna wishes to call a council that will end any arguments or infighting over the situation at the end fo the the war, and, essentially, put western europe on soem sort of track to regeneration- we think this is an agreeable proposal for all involved.



To: Pannonia, The Tauri (Subjects of greater Armenia), Lombardia, Marcomannia, Visigothia (AKA the Visigothic "kingdom"), Macedonia

Spoiler :


Hail to the fellow nations of Ravenna, lands of Easternesse, many of you brethren of the Ravenna in both form and function. Ravenna conveins this council in proposal that, in the face of a migratory horde spilling out of the steppes in the east, we take firm and united action agianst them; the earlier we stop one threat as such, the earlier we can stop all such threats that may arise from that quarter.

-Consider; of all Europe, the nations of Pannonia and the Tuari, none excell over these nations at "hunting down" steppe peoples; for centuries they have without reversal agianst the ravenous wild-Cimmerians carved out lands to civilize in thier own manner; with diligent refinement, and augbumentation to support larger cavalry armies on thier part, a host of mounted soldires not merelly the equals -but the better- of the cimmerian cavalry can be levied and put into action

-Consider; augumenting the force of Cimmerian cavalry is a great host of Slavic warriors called from the far corners of that empire to pillage and conqoure; yet like wise,m in that we have the exact parry of thier cavalry in the form of Pannonian and Tauri horse, we can parry -and better- the footmen of that horde as well; the Visigoths have themselves spent many an era fighting amoungst those tribes with great successes to thier name, and the Marcomanni tribes are indeed a feared opponent amougst the tribes of Europe, and the men of Lombardia and Ravenna are amoungst the most seaseoned troops in all europe, well acustomed to fighting many and varried opponents with the collected expertise of all the nations of the west from france and Baleria to olde Portugal augumenting our doctrines of war, and Macedonia is a seasoned marshal of its armies as well.

we will nopt levy such a grand host in the thought that a war will be easy; indeed, it is best to prepare for such a war as though it woudl be hard, and strenous, but many of the lands this is addressed to are brothers of Ravenna, and of eachother, and all nations in this council woudl feel the pinch of a heavy barbarian empire estbalishing itself in europe.
 
To: Franks
From: Cantivelliaunii

So that's why it was all started, eh? Alright, you can have Brittany.

To: Ravenna
From: Tauri, Lombardia, Marcomannia, Visigothia, Macedonia

What's the point? They don't look that strong to us...
 
To:Tauri, Lombardia, Marcomannia, Visigothia, Macedonia
From: Ravenna
- if for nothing else, a combined arms excersize would be useful for everyone, thats its "live steel" in a real war even better; in anycase, when possible, its always advisable to augument quality with quantity; no one doubts the finesse of Pannonian arms in regards to steppe peoples, but for the fellow republics at least, it is our best interest to aide a fellow republic (lest our noble form of government be stricken down by hordelings), and for Macedon and Tauri, it would be most useful, as creating a strategic defense based on co-operation is obviouslly in everyones best interest; if the hordes of the north are in fact weak, then this is a wonderful test run of such an alliance; if they are strong, then we will be well pre-parred for the consequnces, and come out in easy victory regardless.
 
To: Syria
From: Minoa

Outrageous.

Xen said:
To:Tauri, Lombardia, Marcomannia, Visigothia, Macedonia
From: Ravenna
- if for nothing else, a combined arms excersize would be useful for everyone, thats its "live steel" in a real war even better; in anycase, when possible, its always advisable to augument quality with quantity; no one doubts the finesse of Pannonian arms in regards to steppe peoples, but for the fellow republics at least, it is our best interest to aide a fellow republic (lest our noble form of government be stricken down by hordelings), and for Macedon and Tauri, it would be most useful, as creating a strategic defense based on co-operation is obviouslly in everyones best interest; if the hordes of the north are in fact weak, then this is a wonderful test run of such an alliance; if they are strong, then we will be well pre-parred for the consequnces, and come out in easy victory regardless.

You really think the Pannonians are that good against the steppe?
 
My honest opinion is that they are fair, but need to be augumented, specifically be the Tuari; both these nations have long histories of fighting the steppe peoples, specifically the Cimmerians, who are hardley a passive tribe in the NES, and coming victorius; so what ever they are doing, they are doing it right; but I dont aoubt for a minute that to stop the threat the Slavic horde holds it wont take combined effort; not necissarilly a large effort; if it was directlly on the Raveno-Lombard border, we coudl take it out easy, me thinks; the problems is that its so far away, which is why bringing to bear the othe rnations int he region- specifically, agian, the Tauri (who are directlly threatend), and the central european republics (many of whom have experience fighting the Cimmerians) is rather important; to have active centers of command, and deployment close to the front, and well protected.
 
NK, so does Minoa agree to pay tribute?
 
@NK- oh, and is New Portugal NPC? in any case...

To: New Portugal
From:Ravenna


we assure you, the nation of new portugal haqs nothing to fear from the Republic of Ravenna; we are simply exploring these lands and shores in peace; the great western war is over; old portugal has been defeated, and taken, but, as you feld, and have established a new nation, Ravenna dose not bear a continued grudge agianst you.
 
ooc: lol I got a lot of them don't I? hehe

Well Do I have contct with europe at all?!?!
 
To Ravenna
From King of the Franks

We will come to this council, mostly in support of King Emu of the Belaeric Islands, of whom you have robbed Tangiers from. We invite the council to meet in Paris, where ceremonies are being put in place for the great victory achieved. A large monument to the Belaeric-Frank Alliance that won the peace over centuries of warfare.
 
Jason The King said:
To Ravenna
From King of the Franks

We will come to this council, mostly in support of King Emu of the Belaeric Islands, of whom you have robbed Tangiers from. We invite the council to meet in Paris, where ceremonies are being put in place for the great victory achieved. A large monument to the Belaeric-Frank Alliance that won the peace over centuries of warfare.

Robbed Tangiers from?
Baleric-Frank Alliance Monument?

Ravenna must ask why France has taken such a hostile tone to Ravenna all of a sudden- we aided you when the Germans invaded- and we turned germany into a respectable nation

we offer a trade route to help France resto itself- an offer not yet fulfilled, but could be implmented this turn

we wish to aide you, and you spit in our face? Ravenna wishes to ensure the peace that western europe has been coming to; Ravenna has taken no lands other then that of tangiers, of whic we we never notified was an objective of the Balerics, and regardless, Baleria has for it the northern Piller of Hercules; Ravenna was preparred to march straight into France with a thousand Lombard heavy cavalry to assit you in turning back the portugese- we did this because we your allies, not your enemies!

Ravenna must ask the source of French hostilties to Ravenna, you long standing ally.
 
regardless of the above, we ask what the powers of europe feel about the following proposal-map
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to Ravenna:
Peace is accepted but we want nothing mroe with europe. You have detoried and burned our homelands, we have nothign to look for in the old lands.

[]to other enemies:[/i]
I assumed peace have been signed? If not let us know..
 
Confetti, brought from the east through unknown and mysterious trade routes, now littered the streets of Paris as the people through it by the bucket full from the tops of homes and other structures. A colorful walkway was thus produced for the marching of thousands of soldiers, from swordsmen to cavalry, at the beat of a lively drum, flute, and horn music. The people gathered at the sides of the streets to wave to the victors and their liberators.

And yet, just the next street over, people were still cleaning up from the mess left by the Portuguese, and inflicted by the Germans. Rubble lay spread across the once great and educational streets, while temples remain half repaired and graves, dug by and for loved ones, remain in random places throughout the city, as it was Frankish tradition and religion that one would bury ones loved one in the place they took their last breath. King Cheron, the fourth in his dynasty, walked the decrepit streets, dressed down to not be noticed. The top vizier and also his best friend, walked beside him.

“Charles, you have not you or your forefathers to blame for this mess. It was the Portuguese and the brutal Germans who created this destruction.” Algernon confessed, trying to make his friend, and king, feel better. It did not work.

“But it is I who they will look to for cleaning it up. Algernon, Paris must be turned into the greatest city in Europe, we must attract philosophy like we once did, and we do have competition.”

As they continued to walk, they stumbled into the most recently hit place, where Portuguese were driven out only weeks ago. Here, blood still stained the sandstone that made up the buildings, and people were still walking around with brooms and shovels to clear the streets for merchant travel.

Still more of the city remain intact, but was vacant. After the Portuguese siege and final take over, many people left for the northeast, repopulating that land and creating Metz, yet leaving their homes in Paris. Its no doubt over the duration of the war they have grown fond of their new country homes, and probably do not wish to return. That was fine, Cheron thought. The space in which their homes were would be turned into greater things for Paris.

Meanwhile, there was the question of what to do about all of the Portuguese who have decided to remain in France, mostly in Metz, Paris and south in Aquitaine. Most of the advisors he talked to explained the security risks, and that it was not worth it keeping them in the country. But the King thought differently. If the Portuguese were allowed citizenship, then it would help to reconcile the differences between France and the rest of her southern neighbors. Plus, the workforce they would produce would help reconstruct France, and bring riches once again to the people, as the Portuguese are natural traders.

And so, Cheron wrote down the plan for the reconstruction of Paris. La beauté de Paris.

La beauté de Paris: This will be a testament to the will and culture of the French. The city of Paris is, in some ways, fortunately half rubble, as it will give places and resources to construct a series of public monuments and institutions to make Paris even greater then before. In the far western edge of the city, mediocre homes will be built for the Portuguese, and just north of them, more for those French without homes. In other places, large and stylish apartments will dominate the skyline.

Where rubble is the most abundant, clear the area and create a large park. It will include many small ponds, and statues that look like this throughout the park. In the upper corner, a large temple will be built, and in the lower corner, an even larger university will be constructed for philosophers. Now philosophers can walk in the park and think about…stuff…

The bridges in Paris will be redressed with statues, exquisite architecture, and safety features. The rest of the city will be built up in stylish temples, schools for philosophy and other educations, statues, small parks, fountains, aquaducts, out door theaters, and bath houses.

But the centerpiece of the whole extravaganza is the coliseum that I will build. Think OTL Roman coliseum. Seats thousands of people, and will show theater, mock naval battles, mock land battles, and other plays and such. Note, no gladiator type things. Yet.

Effects? +ton of culture and education, and a tiny bit of economy (generated from coliseum tickets? :))
 
To Ravenna
From France

If Ravenna was a true ally, she would have aided against the real threat, the Portuguese, who were, for most of the war, winning. Ravennans only attacked when you felt that you had a chance to gain something. And the fact that you now come in, at the end of the war, and think you have earned lands in the west is appaling.
 
OOC:
Continuing with the story that was supposed to be finished several updates ago, yes, I know. The last entry to this story is on page 59.

IC:

Anlel stared at the dark figure standing across from him on the other side of the catapult, heart racing. He tried to speak, hoping he could fool what he thought to be an Arab guard.
"I-I was, um, just, err, you know, ch-checking the c-c-catapults, just a routine..."
The figure interrupted him.
"Anlel? Is that you?" said the dark man in perfect Akkadian.
Suddenly the fear left Anlel's body like a passing of wind. Could it really be...
"Puzur! I thought you were a Bedouin-"
"Yes, I know, as did I," said Puzur, another one of the men sent to destroy the catapults, and a childhood friend of Anlel. "But when I heard your high, whiny voice, there could be no mistake." Anlel couldn't see his face in the darkness, but he knew the big man was smiling widely.
"I knew this would happen," continued Puzur, "two of us ending up at the same catapult, and mistaking each other for a Bedouin. Why do you not take that catapult over there, 'tis but a short second's walk."
Anlel nodded. "I'll see you back at the Great Ziggurat," and with that, he took off.
As soon as he reached the catapult Puzur had motioned to, he immediately looked to see that no one else was around. When he saw that there was none but he, Anlel took out the large flask of the strange black liquid, pulled off the cap, and thoroughly doused the wooden machine, looking around every few seconds to see that he was still the only one.
Once the canteen was emptied, he pulled out his flint and tinder and began to strike them to make a fire. As he did so, his attention was suddenly drawn by a large fire that erupted several meters away, and, illuminated by the blaze, Puzur's silhouette stealing away into the darkness.
He turned his attention back to his flint and tinder, and soon his tinder, which was a small twig, was burning brightly with a small fire. He looked to the catapult, took a deep breath, and threw the twig onto the catapult.
It turned out that he gravely miscalculated just how flammable petroleum really is. A huge fireball exploded from the catapult, and licked Anlel's clothing. He looked down to see the lower part of his robe burning brightly. He took off running and screaming like a wounded bird, his robes blazing behind him. He threw himself to the ground and rolled down the sandy dune, shouting and cursing all the way. He got up once he reached the bottom of the dune, furiously brushing his robe off, and noticed that the fire was already out. He breathed a sigh of relief, and look up towards his catapult. He glowed with pride to see that it was burning brightly, and the smell of burning wood drifted to his nose. He turned his head, scanning the horizon, to see twenty fires burning on the dunetops. Twenty catapults, burning like firewood.
He looked toward the Bedouin camp several hundred meters away, to see that there was no change in activity. The dumb barbarians must have been too drunk to notice that their greatest asset was withering away in a blaze of light.
Anlel took off, circling far around the Arab camp and around to the rear gates of Eridu, with a great feeling of pride swelling in his stomach. Mission accomplished.

The next day, the Arabs awoke to begin their morning bombardment, to find that all of their catapults had been reduced to nothing but piles of ashes. Before they could even begin to ask themselves what happened, the Babylonian army was upon them, smashing the Bedouins' unprepared and disorganized army to bits. In less than an hour, the Arab commander had surrendered.

Nebuchadnezzar paced back and forth in his Eridu palace's throne room impatiently. The doors to the room burst open and several of his advisors strode into the hall. Nebuchadnezzar looked at them with an expectant expression.
"So, what have we learned from our friends?"
"My lord, several of the Arab prisoners have revealed that their main target was Eridu's Great Ziggurat. They were instructed to break into the city using their catapults and tear the temple to the ground."
Nebuchadnezzar stared at them, expecting more. "So? Why were they instructed to do this? Who gave them these orders?"
The advisor who had spoken looked uneasy.
"Sire, you will not believe this. Come with me."

TBC, yet again.
 
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