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, now on to non-spammish matters.Dubai'i Pantheism
In the beginning, there was nothing. No time, no space, no water, no fire, no air, no grass, etc. All there was, was Karos. The first thing that came out of Karos was Coro'naz, or time in the language of mortals. Then, sprang Tar'triz, Hadaeis, Dubai, Edan, and As'war. Each of them was round, their forms resembling plates. Their size was proportional to their ages, so Tar'triz was the biggest and As'war the smallest. Coro'naz, jealous of his siblings started to attack them, and he still does, causing time to go by as we know it. Mountains fading to hills, deserts to grasslands, plateaus to canyons; all this was started with Coro'naz. The smaller planes are less resistant to time's attacks, so it goes by much faster in As'war than Dubai, but, likewise, time is much slower in Tar'triz.
When Karos had finished creating As'war, her children killed her and divided their mother's power between themselves. By entwining Karos's power to themselves, they had hoped to destroy their enemies, namely each other. But this was not to be, as their mother had cursed her children when they had slain her, binding them and turning them into planes. The power was used to create powerful beings from the body of the planes themselves.
These were not gods, but they were called the Ancient Demons. As time went on, these creatures polluted Dubai and boils (mountains), sweat (oceans and rivers), and dried skin (deserts) appeared on Dubai's body.
However, our plane was not the only one that suffered from this. The planes, except Tar'tiz, directed all the power's of Karos on the blemishes of their bodies, forming the various gods. El and al-Lat were formed in this process, they are our parent gods. During this war all the Ancient Demons were defeated, but they do not die like us. So Tar'tiz, as punishment for not fighting the Demons, had to divert all its power into turning itself into a prison plane for the defeated powers.
During this time, El and al-Lat, through mating had created Bel, a son, and al-'Uzza and Manat, their two daughters. The other gods and goddesses of our plane also created sons and daughters, making the gods Aginol, Areas, Marduk, Amun, Re , and Apofis. The goddesses, Atena, Kalli, Nirti, and Bastet also appeared during this time. As the gods bred however, they noticed that with each generation, their powers were greatly reduced compared to their parents. When the third generation came, they were no longer considered gods. These outcast were exiled from our plane and cast into the upper planes of Edan and As'war and the lowerplanes of Hadaeis and Tar'tiz. Those who were sent to the upper planes were called the annanaki and their counterparts were the djinn.
A third kind of exile, humanity, was struck down to live on the bared body of Dubai, and not on in the heavens above it. Humanity was made by the mating of Bel and Manat, and since their blood was identical, humans have been much weaker than the rest of the gods. In time, most of the other gods had forsaken our people, all that is except El and his family. He has been most kind to us, but we still honor the ground we live on by naming our nation after our plane of Dubai. Eventually, the gods of the upper planes and those of the lower planes were over thrown by the annanaki and the djinn, repectively. This gives humanity the hope that we can be once again be worthy to live among the gods again.
OCC: yes, its long and boring, and yes, im too lazy to put pictures, but i wrote it and that's an achievement for me
Another day had passed on the steepes, its unforgiving atmosphere offering no rest to those who lived there. In the wintery season, lone man followed the beaten path through the rocky hillside. His horse walking beside him held his tent, and several more sensitive documents concerning the Great Tartar war. The man sighed, his breath turning to mist in front of his face. His beard was frosty in the cold. "Why did the Khagan ask for me to meet him out here? We could have moved south for the winter, and kept warm." The man wondered outloud. Looking at his horse for support, all he got was a half-lidded gaze. Sighing again, the man continued his journey along the path.
Upon reaching his destination, a large encampment were men talked and boasted about their exploits. Fires with various animals hanging over them burned in the fading light. The man threw a hungry look at the cooking meat, but knew that he would have to complete his task first. Ignoring the gnawing in his stomach, the man walked past the jovial men and walked straight to the center tent. Two gaurds stood at the flap into the tent, and looked at him hardly before speaking. "What is your business?"
The man sighed, tired from the days hardships. Trying to ignore the need the food, the man resigned himself to the task at hand. "I am Bayan, leader of the Khagan's armies in the Tartar lands. I have the Khagan's request here, and I doubt he would like to waste anymore time." The guards took no notice of the harsh tone of Bayan, merely waving him past them, and into the tent.
The tent itself was nothing special, lots of fur and leather covered the walls and the seats to keep the tent insulated and warm. Horns and trinkets from hunts and battles decorated the tent in various places. The Khagan sat alone in the room, staring at curved sword. Waiting until the Khagan noticed him, Bayan took the time to examine a particular piece of paper that lay at the Khagan's feet. He managed to make out the word "Scythian trouble, possibility" before the Khagan looked up from his sword gazing. Looking surprised to see Bayan there, the Khagan smiled. "Ah, Bayan, I did not expect you to return so quickly."
"I had no trouble, Khagan. I left my second in command, and came alone as your ordered. Most merely thought me a trader off the silk road." Reaching into his side bag, Bayan removed the clay tablet that he had traveled to the camp for delievery. "My lord, here is the rough map of locations of the main Tartar forces, and the paths to get there." The Khagan's eyes widened, before greedily taking the tablet from Bayan, muttering to himself as his eyes drank in the infromation. After a minute, the Khagun looked up.
"How did you aquire this infromation? I would think it would be most diffucult, what with the resistance to proper Avar rule in the region." At the Khagan's words, Bayan smiled toothily. "All that was required was to grease a few silk road traders hands with gold stolen from the Tartars! The traders knew where the Tartar tribes where since they went there for bartering and re-supply. Quite devious of my, eh?" The Khagan smiled, before returning to the clay tablet.
"It certianly seems that the Tartars get stronger the farther inland we get. Over the course of this advance that began with my grandfather, we have lost around five-hundred good men. Five hundred, and we haven't even reached the bulk of their forces yet. The Tartar tribes are nothing if resilent, and I can only forsee more deaths of our men. Hopefully, this map will make it easier to crush the Tartars."
Bayan looked nervous for a minute, before speaking up. "Khagan, I cannot help but notice when learning of the battle and strategy that we used, that the skrimishing we used to break up the enemy before the anvil crashed upon the flank was not very well thought out. The strategy expected the enemy to just take it and not try and find the rest of our forces." The Khagan looked introspective for a moment, before looking at Bayan thoughtfully.
"You know, I had noticed the same thing, but that was the way we have always fought. Diversionary tactics and skrimishing. It was how my great-grandfather's grandfather fought, and it has always worked before."
Bayan nodded at the Khagan's words before speaking up, "Yes, it has been the way we have always fought, but as you said yourself, five hundred troops have already died in the war against negible Tartar resistance. The diversions we have used are weak, and cause unneccassary deaths. I think that they need to be reformed to allow for more leeway in battle for the gener-" Bayan paused, as through for a moment he had forgotten who he had been talking too. Bowing deeply, Bayan aplogised. "Forgive Khagan, I have overstepped my bounds upon matters which you obviously control."
The Khagan himself looked amused by Bayan's fealty. "No matter, I can already gather that you have already taken it upon yourself to create some of these, "improvements". May I see them?" The Khagan asked gently. Fearing the worst, Bayan gulped before reaching into his side bag and handing another clay tablet to the Khagan. If the Khagan didn't like what was written, it would mean his life.
The Khagan took the clay tablet in the same manner he had taken the first tablet. Muttering over it as he read the written words (yes, the Avars have written language. They stole it from the Silk road traders
). Bayan looked on with aprehension as his life flashed before his eyes. The Khagan looked up at Bayan after a period of opressive silence. "I want these tablets copied, and given to every commander of troops. I want this memorized by all commanders and captians before the next invasion of the Tartar lands. These five tactics will give rise to an even greater Avar Empire, Grand Commander of the Khagan's Army." Bayan was shocked for a moment, before his face broke out into a toothy grin.
"Grand Commander of the Khagan's Armies? I like the sound of that." Both men laughed, looking at the tablet between them. Bayan's stomach growled loudly, interupting the companiable silence. The Khagan smiled before gesturing Bayan outside of the tent. "Take care of that belly of yours, Grand commander, if you can't get on a horse come invasion time because of it, I'll have to take away your position." The Khagan said with a wink. "Wouldn't do to have our new Grand commander collapse from hunger now would it?" Both men laughed again, as Bayan exited the tent in search of food. The Khagan stood alone in the tent, gazing at the clay tablet that lay in his hands. The beginings of an empire, the glories in war were all foretold in the clay. The Khagan smiled darkly, his thoughts of conquest clouding his thoughts.
Upon reaching his destination, a large encampment were men talked and boasted about their exploits. Fires with various animals hanging over them burned in the fading light. The man threw a hungry look at the cooking meat, but knew that he would have to complete his task first. Ignoring the gnawing in his stomach, the man walked past the jovial men and walked straight to the center tent. Two gaurds stood at the flap into the tent, and looked at him hardly before speaking. "What is your business?"
The man sighed, tired from the days hardships. Trying to ignore the need the food, the man resigned himself to the task at hand. "I am Bayan, leader of the Khagan's armies in the Tartar lands. I have the Khagan's request here, and I doubt he would like to waste anymore time." The guards took no notice of the harsh tone of Bayan, merely waving him past them, and into the tent.
The tent itself was nothing special, lots of fur and leather covered the walls and the seats to keep the tent insulated and warm. Horns and trinkets from hunts and battles decorated the tent in various places. The Khagan sat alone in the room, staring at curved sword. Waiting until the Khagan noticed him, Bayan took the time to examine a particular piece of paper that lay at the Khagan's feet. He managed to make out the word "Scythian trouble, possibility" before the Khagan looked up from his sword gazing. Looking surprised to see Bayan there, the Khagan smiled. "Ah, Bayan, I did not expect you to return so quickly."
"I had no trouble, Khagan. I left my second in command, and came alone as your ordered. Most merely thought me a trader off the silk road." Reaching into his side bag, Bayan removed the clay tablet that he had traveled to the camp for delievery. "My lord, here is the rough map of locations of the main Tartar forces, and the paths to get there." The Khagan's eyes widened, before greedily taking the tablet from Bayan, muttering to himself as his eyes drank in the infromation. After a minute, the Khagun looked up.
"How did you aquire this infromation? I would think it would be most diffucult, what with the resistance to proper Avar rule in the region." At the Khagan's words, Bayan smiled toothily. "All that was required was to grease a few silk road traders hands with gold stolen from the Tartars! The traders knew where the Tartar tribes where since they went there for bartering and re-supply. Quite devious of my, eh?" The Khagan smiled, before returning to the clay tablet.
"It certianly seems that the Tartars get stronger the farther inland we get. Over the course of this advance that began with my grandfather, we have lost around five-hundred good men. Five hundred, and we haven't even reached the bulk of their forces yet. The Tartar tribes are nothing if resilent, and I can only forsee more deaths of our men. Hopefully, this map will make it easier to crush the Tartars."
Bayan looked nervous for a minute, before speaking up. "Khagan, I cannot help but notice when learning of the battle and strategy that we used, that the skrimishing we used to break up the enemy before the anvil crashed upon the flank was not very well thought out. The strategy expected the enemy to just take it and not try and find the rest of our forces." The Khagan looked introspective for a moment, before looking at Bayan thoughtfully.
"You know, I had noticed the same thing, but that was the way we have always fought. Diversionary tactics and skrimishing. It was how my great-grandfather's grandfather fought, and it has always worked before."
Bayan nodded at the Khagan's words before speaking up, "Yes, it has been the way we have always fought, but as you said yourself, five hundred troops have already died in the war against negible Tartar resistance. The diversions we have used are weak, and cause unneccassary deaths. I think that they need to be reformed to allow for more leeway in battle for the gener-" Bayan paused, as through for a moment he had forgotten who he had been talking too. Bowing deeply, Bayan aplogised. "Forgive Khagan, I have overstepped my bounds upon matters which you obviously control."
The Khagan himself looked amused by Bayan's fealty. "No matter, I can already gather that you have already taken it upon yourself to create some of these, "improvements". May I see them?" The Khagan asked gently. Fearing the worst, Bayan gulped before reaching into his side bag and handing another clay tablet to the Khagan. If the Khagan didn't like what was written, it would mean his life.
The Khagan took the clay tablet in the same manner he had taken the first tablet. Muttering over it as he read the written words (yes, the Avars have written language. They stole it from the Silk road traders
). Bayan looked on with aprehension as his life flashed before his eyes. The Khagan looked up at Bayan after a period of opressive silence. "I want these tablets copied, and given to every commander of troops. I want this memorized by all commanders and captians before the next invasion of the Tartar lands. These five tactics will give rise to an even greater Avar Empire, Grand Commander of the Khagan's Army." Bayan was shocked for a moment, before his face broke out into a toothy grin. "Grand Commander of the Khagan's Armies? I like the sound of that." Both men laughed, looking at the tablet between them. Bayan's stomach growled loudly, interupting the companiable silence. The Khagan smiled before gesturing Bayan outside of the tent. "Take care of that belly of yours, Grand commander, if you can't get on a horse come invasion time because of it, I'll have to take away your position." The Khagan said with a wink. "Wouldn't do to have our new Grand commander collapse from hunger now would it?" Both men laughed again, as Bayan exited the tent in search of food. The Khagan stood alone in the tent, gazing at the clay tablet that lay in his hands. The beginings of an empire, the glories in war were all foretold in the clay. The Khagan smiled darkly, his thoughts of conquest clouding his thoughts.
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Gelion
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North Can I join as Golden Horde? (formed out of tarats in Siberia)?
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Gelion said:
Tatars.
Yes.
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ROFL my spelling gets better every day Thanks sign me up please 
Can do really quick orders?
Contempt who are you?
Thanks sign me up please Can do really quick orders?Contempt who are you?
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Gelion said:ROFL my spelling gets better every day
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gahh, i feel like everyone is out to snuff china out....
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of course, i always wanted to play an european scandinavian country.
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Warlord Tanget was the leader of the attack against the Chinese, his attack had enormously high casualties and the Xiong Nu's Tribal Council has found him to be incompetent to lead the conquest of China.
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Khan modu (Mth ) kept a speach.
''bang, bang, bang... The council, chiefs of the Clans, be seated... we have been informed about the *too* high casualties in the conquest of Yan Warlord Tanget, the great Council has decided to release you from the command of your troops. You are to ride to the Capitol, alone, as a civilian.
The council has appointed new more capable general. Unlike Tanget, who is of royal blood, and only because of that has gained the command of the armies in the south, the new general Cadan ( couldnt find a better name).
Cadan should be more capable, since he has been dealing with Tartar raiders as a mercenary for the Chinese.
The Council has also decided upon a several important military reforms. In order to raise more horsemen, the council has order that every one capable of riding and firing with a bow has the responsibility of joining the raids and conquests. Secondly the Council has decided to raise the discipline in the armies, by hiring officers from the second richest class, who are to be literate. They will enforce the discipline, which we lacked in the battle Yan. Warlord Tanget was not the only reason for the near-defeat against army less-capable and smaller, it was also the lack of discipline and organization, with too early charges and reckless bravery, there were many killed, But these new officers should enforce the discipline and keep the men steady, and organized.
Now our new warlord has something to say:
''From now on, every heavy cavalrymen and light horsemen, is armed with a bow. I have decided that, if the enemy is mounted on a hilltop so be it, and instead of charging at the enemy, we simply avoid battle and start to raid, wait or to lure them out, while peppering them with our bows, and when they decide to counter attack we flee, peppering them with our bows. When they cant catch us with their infantry we start to skirmish with our horse archers who they cant catch. When they are weak enough we charge.''
The seating has ended.
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yes, I know, my stories are more like reports! )
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Khan modu (Mth
) kept a speach.''bang, bang, bang... The council, chiefs of the Clans, be seated... we have been informed about the *too* high casualties in the conquest of Yan Warlord Tanget, the great Council has decided to release you from the command of your troops. You are to ride to the Capitol, alone, as a civilian.
The council has appointed new more capable general. Unlike Tanget, who is of royal blood, and only because of that has gained the command of the armies in the south, the new general Cadan (
couldnt find a better name).Cadan should be more capable, since he has been dealing with Tartar raiders as a mercenary for the Chinese.
The Council has also decided upon a several important military reforms. In order to raise more horsemen, the council has order that every one capable of riding and firing with a bow has the responsibility of joining the raids and conquests. Secondly the Council has decided to raise the discipline in the armies, by hiring officers from the second richest class, who are to be literate. They will enforce the discipline, which we lacked in the battle Yan. Warlord Tanget was not the only reason for the near-defeat against army less-capable and smaller, it was also the lack of discipline and organization, with too early charges and reckless bravery, there were many killed, But these new officers should enforce the discipline and keep the men steady, and organized.
Now our new warlord has something to say:
''From now on, every heavy cavalrymen and light horsemen, is armed with a bow. I have decided that, if the enemy is mounted on a hilltop so be it, and instead of charging at the enemy, we simply avoid battle and start to raid, wait or to lure them out, while peppering them with our bows, and when they decide to counter attack we flee, peppering them with our bows. When they cant catch us with their infantry we start to skirmish with our horse archers who they cant catch. When they are weak enough we charge.''
The seating has ended.
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yes, I know, my stories are more like reports! )
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC; does the steppe barbarians even have a written language? 
The pounding of hooves beat loudly in the grassy plains. The twangs of bows was lost in the war cries of men. The wind blew gently in the Warm months, even as a deadly battle took place in the plains below. The Avar and gathered Tartar armies skirmished underneath the sun, each side darting close then retreating, firing arrows into the enemy mass as they rode.
"Fire you dogs! Fire faster!" Bayan screamed to his men. His liutenient rode next to him, his bow pulled back. Grunting as he released his arrow, the liutenient turned to Bayan. "Sir, we can't win this battle. Their force is too great for us. The Khagan's armies are about 10 miles wes-" the man was cut off, as an arrow pieced his side and threw him off his horse. He was trampled by the galloping horses. "Damnit!" screamed Bayan. Taking in the liutenients words, he thought for a moment, before he realised what he could do.
Pulling out a horn, Bayan blew into it three times in short bursts. The Flag carriers, realizing that the General had called for Arc formation, began waving their flags with the message, looking confused at the General. The knew that they didn't have a force behind them, so what would be the point of splitting off? The general knew through, and called out above the noise. "Retreat! Retreat in the formation!" The troops, confused at the order to retreat in Arc formation, did as they were told. The main force split into two seperate forces, and began to retreat while firing arrows back into the pursing Tartars.
Bayan rode quickly at the front, riding next to a young Avar. "You!" Bayan yelled at the man. "Go 10 miles to the west, to the Khagan's camp. Ride as quickly as you can! Tell the Khagan, to follow you to our battle. We'll meet in the Valley of the Sun, north of here. Go!" Nodding at his generals command, the man began urging his horse faster, moving ahead of the pack before darting to the west. Bayan nodded to himself, before grabbing the flag out of a nearby men's hand, and moving ahead of the army, waving his flag in signals as he went. The eastern group noticed the flag directed at them, and the liutenient in charge drove his men off to the side, knowing to meet at the Valley of the Sun.
The Tartars noticed the split, and their army was cleaved in half as each side went after the fleeing enemy forces. Bayan turned slightly to watch the Tartar horde following them. He knew he shouldn't have gone on without the Khagan's Avar Archer army.
The lone soilder panted as his horse slowed to a walk. Jumping off his horse he ran as fast as his sore muscles would take him to the Avar encampment. Reaching the enterance to camp, the man collapsed in exhaustion. "General...Bayan...re-requests reinforcements at...the Valley of the Sun..." he managed, before passing out from exhaustion. The guard, suprised for only a moment, grabbed the carved horn from his belt, and blew as hard as he could into it.
The noise startled all the men in the camp, before they started dashing all around, pulling their packs together and gathering their weapons. The Khagan himself dashed out of his tent, grabbing his bow and running to the Guard's post. "What happened!?" the Khagan demanded. The guard pointed to the downed man before explaining, "This man brought a message about how Bayan needed reinforcements in the Valley of the Sun." His eyes widening, the Khagan began shouting out orders. "Douse all fires, gather all equipment!" Pointing to a random man, "Get this man some water. Leave him with the women in the camp." The man complied as quickly as possible with the Khagan's request.
"Leave the camp as is men! We don't have time. Gather all weapons, mount your horses, and we'll reach the Valley of the Sun in good time!"
The battle wasn't going well for Bayan in his defensive position in the Valley of the sun. Making better time than the Tartars helped, but now his men were tired, and the horses didn't have that much left in them. Still, the position his men took on the steepest part of hills helped when the two Tartar forces that were following his men finally arrived in the entrances to the valley. Raising his flag, he dropped it when the Tartars reaced the center of the Valley. The Arrows of his men rained down upon the Tartars, as men and horse alike died in the volley. Raising his flag again, he motioned in the pre-planned motion to his other liutenients, who nodded and drew their horses off.
The army split again, and began circling the Tartar army upon the raised elavation of the hills. Arrows rained down up on the Tartar army, as they attempted to deal with the double threat. The Tartar army attempted to charge the place where the Avar armies would surely meet, but instead were meet with arrows as the Avar armies stopped suddenly, and let loose their arrows into the Tartar army. Knowing that they couldn't run from the Tartars after their stop, the Avars cried out, and charged.
Bayan slashed another Tartar in the meele, sweating profusely. He hacked and slashed upon his horse at the enemy forces, as men screamed and died around him. He prayed that the Khagan would come soon. The orginal Avar force was down to half, and the Tartars was only down a fourth, and they were bigger originally. At that moment, a loud horn blew in the valley. Looking up, Bayan saw a large Avar contingent waiting atop the Valley hills. Looking down at the meele. The Tartars too looked up, confused at the sound of an enemy horn. Noticing the Tartar confusion, Bayan started hacking at his enemies again. "Fight you Avar devils, fight damn you!" Bayan screamed out. The Avar force around Bayan were jolted from their surprise, and began fighting again.
Set off balance by the apperance of the Avar reinforcements, the Tartars began to fight despertly to disengage from the meele and retreat from the valley. The horn blew again, and the Avar force at the top of the valley thundered down. Arrows were fired from the charging force into the backs of the disorganized Tartar force. Swords were drawn as the Khagan's Avar Archers made their powerful charge down the slopes of the Valley. The charge crashed into the Tartar horde, and it was split as the charge drove a Avar wedge between the Tartar forces.
The battle was quickly won after that, the Tartars enclosed by the Avar forces. Eventually, the Tartars surrended when they realised it was hopeless, and the day was won for the Avar horde. Thanks to the thinking of a dead liutenient, and a generals plan, and the speed of a nameless soldier.
"Fire you dogs! Fire faster!" Bayan screamed to his men. His liutenient rode next to him, his bow pulled back. Grunting as he released his arrow, the liutenient turned to Bayan. "Sir, we can't win this battle. Their force is too great for us. The Khagan's armies are about 10 miles wes-" the man was cut off, as an arrow pieced his side and threw him off his horse. He was trampled by the galloping horses. "Damnit!" screamed Bayan. Taking in the liutenients words, he thought for a moment, before he realised what he could do.
Pulling out a horn, Bayan blew into it three times in short bursts. The Flag carriers, realizing that the General had called for Arc formation, began waving their flags with the message, looking confused at the General. The knew that they didn't have a force behind them, so what would be the point of splitting off? The general knew through, and called out above the noise. "Retreat! Retreat in the formation!" The troops, confused at the order to retreat in Arc formation, did as they were told. The main force split into two seperate forces, and began to retreat while firing arrows back into the pursing Tartars.
Bayan rode quickly at the front, riding next to a young Avar. "You!" Bayan yelled at the man. "Go 10 miles to the west, to the Khagan's camp. Ride as quickly as you can! Tell the Khagan, to follow you to our battle. We'll meet in the Valley of the Sun, north of here. Go!" Nodding at his generals command, the man began urging his horse faster, moving ahead of the pack before darting to the west. Bayan nodded to himself, before grabbing the flag out of a nearby men's hand, and moving ahead of the army, waving his flag in signals as he went. The eastern group noticed the flag directed at them, and the liutenient in charge drove his men off to the side, knowing to meet at the Valley of the Sun.
The Tartars noticed the split, and their army was cleaved in half as each side went after the fleeing enemy forces. Bayan turned slightly to watch the Tartar horde following them. He knew he shouldn't have gone on without the Khagan's Avar Archer army.
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The lone soilder panted as his horse slowed to a walk. Jumping off his horse he ran as fast as his sore muscles would take him to the Avar encampment. Reaching the enterance to camp, the man collapsed in exhaustion. "General...Bayan...re-requests reinforcements at...the Valley of the Sun..." he managed, before passing out from exhaustion. The guard, suprised for only a moment, grabbed the carved horn from his belt, and blew as hard as he could into it.
The noise startled all the men in the camp, before they started dashing all around, pulling their packs together and gathering their weapons. The Khagan himself dashed out of his tent, grabbing his bow and running to the Guard's post. "What happened!?" the Khagan demanded. The guard pointed to the downed man before explaining, "This man brought a message about how Bayan needed reinforcements in the Valley of the Sun." His eyes widening, the Khagan began shouting out orders. "Douse all fires, gather all equipment!" Pointing to a random man, "Get this man some water. Leave him with the women in the camp." The man complied as quickly as possible with the Khagan's request.
"Leave the camp as is men! We don't have time. Gather all weapons, mount your horses, and we'll reach the Valley of the Sun in good time!"
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The battle wasn't going well for Bayan in his defensive position in the Valley of the sun. Making better time than the Tartars helped, but now his men were tired, and the horses didn't have that much left in them. Still, the position his men took on the steepest part of hills helped when the two Tartar forces that were following his men finally arrived in the entrances to the valley. Raising his flag, he dropped it when the Tartars reaced the center of the Valley. The Arrows of his men rained down upon the Tartars, as men and horse alike died in the volley. Raising his flag again, he motioned in the pre-planned motion to his other liutenients, who nodded and drew their horses off.
The army split again, and began circling the Tartar army upon the raised elavation of the hills. Arrows rained down up on the Tartar army, as they attempted to deal with the double threat. The Tartar army attempted to charge the place where the Avar armies would surely meet, but instead were meet with arrows as the Avar armies stopped suddenly, and let loose their arrows into the Tartar army. Knowing that they couldn't run from the Tartars after their stop, the Avars cried out, and charged.
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Bayan slashed another Tartar in the meele, sweating profusely. He hacked and slashed upon his horse at the enemy forces, as men screamed and died around him. He prayed that the Khagan would come soon. The orginal Avar force was down to half, and the Tartars was only down a fourth, and they were bigger originally. At that moment, a loud horn blew in the valley. Looking up, Bayan saw a large Avar contingent waiting atop the Valley hills. Looking down at the meele. The Tartars too looked up, confused at the sound of an enemy horn. Noticing the Tartar confusion, Bayan started hacking at his enemies again. "Fight you Avar devils, fight damn you!" Bayan screamed out. The Avar force around Bayan were jolted from their surprise, and began fighting again.
Set off balance by the apperance of the Avar reinforcements, the Tartars began to fight despertly to disengage from the meele and retreat from the valley. The horn blew again, and the Avar force at the top of the valley thundered down. Arrows were fired from the charging force into the backs of the disorganized Tartar force. Swords were drawn as the Khagan's Avar Archers made their powerful charge down the slopes of the Valley. The charge crashed into the Tartar horde, and it was split as the charge drove a Avar wedge between the Tartar forces.
The battle was quickly won after that, the Tartars enclosed by the Avar forces. Eventually, the Tartars surrended when they realised it was hopeless, and the day was won for the Avar horde. Thanks to the thinking of a dead liutenient, and a generals plan, and the speed of a nameless soldier.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Contempt said:
OOC: yes, that's typical of you contempt my memory hasn't failed yet. but naziassbandit?
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