Jason The King
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alex994 said:
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stNNES7: Worlds and Empires
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Looks like we're on a mass player exodus. Ah well, I'll just plow ahead with this update.
Oruc
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good job i never liked that alex guy
Jason The King
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ThomAnder said:
want a cookie?
...a fortune cookie?
das
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Less people=less orders=faster updates, though a stNNES7 feels somewhat incomplete in the absence of alex994.
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I fear the most fearsome of things is happening, I'm getting bored of this NES.
I'm still working on the update, but if the next update is *still* full of the war in Western Europe, the struggle between Armenia and Syria, and the War in China, then I fear I will just have to pull a das and mysteriously have the NES end up around 1 AD.
Note: this post was mainly to say this isn't abandoned, merely in the whimiscal part of my brain.
I'm still working on the update, but if the next update is *still* full of the war in Western Europe, the struggle between Armenia and Syria, and the War in China, then I fear I will just have to pull a das and mysteriously have the NES end up around 1 AD.
Note: this post was mainly to say this isn't abandoned, merely in the whimiscal part of my brain.
well, then conclude the war; resource wise, portugal has already lost; tenacity wise, the Frence are dead set agianst them, the Lombards feel they have somthign to proove by resotring Germanic legitmacy in europe, the Balerics have been smashed in land battles and also have somthign to proove, and of course Ravenna has now alliagned itself agianst portugal because its tired of the western war BS, and it woudl be out fo character for Ravenna not to go to war when an a nation at war with oen fo its allies threatens genocide, somthing that was already addressed, and carried out to an extent in eastern france.
the war is over except in how ever far you choose to make it drag on, which cannot be more then a turn or two- the resource war is over, the tenacity war is over, Portugal has no allies left availbe to it, and to Fresh nations (Lombardy and Ravenna) now march to aid the banners of France, Baleria, and the Iberian ataives
the war is over except in how ever far you choose to make it drag on, which cannot be more then a turn or two- the resource war is over, the tenacity war is over, Portugal has no allies left availbe to it, and to Fresh nations (Lombardy and Ravenna) now march to aid the banners of France, Baleria, and the Iberian ataives
now that so many nations have NPC'd in China, peace is simple, as NK and set the border at what looks good (and plausible, given the last circumstances) and conclude peace treaties as needed.
essentially, with the war in the west over, and the war in the east able to put to rest arbitrarilly, the only trouble spot remains the middle east (which isnt unrealistic, unfortunatelly) this gives NK a chance to let the players rest, and recoup for a turn or two, and let a new segment of the game unfold with new plans, new actions, and who knows what else.
its ironic that the turn NK says hes losses interest is, upon closer inspection, the turn needed to turn the game in a new direction entirelly, and add a new leval of history to the game where the empires set off in new directions of play, and interest
essentially, with the war in the west over, and the war in the east able to put to rest arbitrarilly, the only trouble spot remains the middle east (which isnt unrealistic, unfortunatelly) this gives NK a chance to let the players rest, and recoup for a turn or two, and let a new segment of the game unfold with new plans, new actions, and who knows what else.
its ironic that the turn NK says hes losses interest is, upon closer inspection, the turn needed to turn the game in a new direction entirelly, and add a new leval of history to the game where the empires set off in new directions of play, and interest
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Contempt said:
on other hand, after deep negotiation with north king i have decided to return to this nes after the update
EDIT: why i quoted contempt i have no idea...
das
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LOL, NK, admit it - my system is better.
If only because the war in Western Europe would probably have been easier to tolerate if it wasn't for CENTURIES they were fighting.And btw, I don't mind it. Because you know what 1 AD means in Syrian Calendar. Yep, Year One.
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Update 8: Shattering the Status Quo
1003 FF
1200 BGM
1398 DYE
74 ASC
An empire was dying; it was clear to everyone except the local despot himself. Understandablebeing in your enemys capital city, having conquered half his nation, must seem like youve won the war. But he hadnt... This particular nation had powerful allies (even if it didnt cooperate with them too well), and the empire in question was falling mainly because it only controlled about a quarter of its homeland.
On the other side of the world, an empire was in much the same situation; dominant across its region, aided by the fact that it formed a veritable region in and of itself, it had been the greatest power in the world until a power from a faraway land suddenly smash their armies, and nearly took their capital.
In between, the same things were happening; an ancient civilization saw their nation under attack from two sides, and they had apparently already lost the war; but they were not so easy to give up, and they stubbornly fought on...
To their west another nation fought to the death, still throwing punches despite the fact that they ought to have died long ago.
And on another subcontinent, an empire was fading as a new one came to mount the battlefield and stand astride the region, a new, fierce power.
Let us examine each in turn, but not necessarily in above order.
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The subcontinent of India has been peaceful for a great many years now. The power of Gujarat has maintained its position on the top of the region, and the enemies of that state are few and far between. Of the other states? For hundreds of years, the simple truth is that they are not a potential threat to Gujarat at all. But all that has appeared to change, with the ascension of Bhojas to the throne of Kanauj.
In a stunning move, the forces of Kanauj appeared on the opposite side of the Ganges from where they were expected. Well, thats not the stunning part. The fact that they moved on to smash the forces of the state of Kura in an easy battle was.
From here, the empire of Kanauj was half again its former size, and the army bigger than ever. This newly enlarged force soon prepared to strike... somewhere... but where? And should the other powers be alarmed at this new threat?
******************
The war in the west had been raging for longer than anyone could even remember, but now it was in its twilight hours. The war that had claimed over a million lives, most of them civilians, was finally coming to an end, with a horribly lopsided conclusion.
One empire was dead, a republic in its place, trying to reassemble the shattered ruins of two rebellions and an army that still maintained a heavy influence on its people. Another was broken, its old lands taken, its new ones under siege and hosting a beleaguered and demoralized king and his army. Their allies? Gone, deserting them for the dead they were.
Iberia had turned from the worst land in the world (barring, perhaps, Syria and Germany) to one relatively at peace. Portugal was gone... but not irreversibly so. The new nation of Iberia was the self styled overlord of the whole place, but they didnt truly seem to want to destroy the rest of the nations around. The Basques and Tartessos, thought by all their contemporaries as traitors to their alliance, lay huddled and isolated on a peninsula of tension. And of course the Balearic Isles have finally come to regain almost all of their former lands, and set to rebuilding the edifice.
Interestingly enough, an odd proposal reached the Isles just a few years ago which has set the kings into a raging storm (see diplomacy)...
Back to the north, the land of the Franks has its last scars of war removed. The brave Portugese defenders, motivated to a heroic last stand on the river Rhone as they march south, try their best to defeat the forces arrayed against them. However, with a Ravennan army, Frankish army, and a few other nations that decide to join in for the heck of it, all arrayed against them, they stood no chance.
They fought heroically, nobly, bravely, honorably. But they died.
In the rest of France, one by one, the last pockets of resistance were taken care of. Brittany might have proved a problem, but they were actually replaced by perhaps a greater problem; the Cantivelliaunii land in the north, march down the road, and in a surprise attack, smash and destroy their armies at Nantes. Any remnants of Portugal and her allies, have, in short, been completely destroyed... But tensions remain.
Ravenna attempts to aid the Franks further than the Battle of the Rhone in their destruction of the Portuguese forces, but astonishingly, shockingly, the Franks turn them back politely, and asked them to find another route than through their nation. Border skirmishes between Franks and Balearics (not intentional by either nation by any means) occurred when the two armies finally succeeded in crushing the Aquitainian holdings of the Portuguese...
And last but not least, a Ravennan army reaching Tangiers prevented an ambitious Balearic admiral from taking the city there for himself and creating a lordship. That particular admiral is protesting rather loudly to the kings of the Balearics, demanding a war against Ravenna.
Ravenna, meanwhile, having taken nearly no losses in the war against the Portugese, colonize the Azores and the Canary Islands, and also a great section of the northwest African coast. They also help the Mauritanians attempt to establish a republic of sorts in their lands, though instead of helping, this merely exacerbates the difficulties for the nation.
And on the other hand, something has happened which may make this war have consequences far further down the road...
Six ships were built in the harbors of Tangier in the fateful years before Ravennas advance on the city. They were christened after the great Portugese provincesTangier, Lagos, Porto, Aquitaine, and of course Lisboa. Massive and holding a thousand people each and provisions for a few months, they sailed to the south, far to the south. The lands they passed simply would not do; too close to the Ravennans, or already occupied by the local Africans as a huge empire. They kept on sailing, sailing into what seemed like an endless sea, but they hugged the coast, desperate to find a home. The Porto was wrecked on the reefs, the Aquitaine disappeared altogether, but the other four made it to a small island they dubbed New Lisboa.
There the surviving 2,670 people (many had died), made their new home. With iron weaponry they easily mastered the island, enslaving the few that were there, and the ships, they salavaged them. Two became the wooden palisade that surrounded New Lisboa, two became the new, small fleet of Portugal, augmented a few years later by the surviving Portugese warships that had also fled. Soon these few thousands were raiding simply for food and goods to survive, and from these raids they garnered a sort of empire on the African coast...
Captains Log, 5 years from the time of landing.
Weve put ashore several boats now, and theyve cleared out an entire village worth of Bantu. The people were quickly enslaved, naturally, our workforce being small as it is... the warriors were killed. A few of the ships boys are rather odd; they seem to have taken a liking to the girls weve found around here, but thats the young ones for you. If the currents look good, Ill leave a garrison of twenty here to hold the place, and return with the rest to pick up a proper group to settle this new colony; theres got to be good land for agriculture somewhere around that river we built next to; I know it!
Some of the new government fear that eventually, somehow, the Ravennans may find them... And those fears materialized shortly thereafter.
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The year was 20 ab senate constitutio. Twenty years past, the great senate chambers in Ravenna itself were built, and the authority of the Senate was reinforced and universally recognized in the great Republic. Seventeen years past, the Great Western War ended. It was this year, two decades after those great events, when a navigator prepared three ships and set out to make history.
They set out past the Pillars of Hercules, and in a month they were in the last southern Ravennan port. The sailing from thereon grew quite difficult, and it took them another two months to round the great hump of Africa and suddenly into trouble.
In the bay of Guinea, they found a great fleet waiting form them. A great fleet which was utterly hostile. Well, the good thing was the fleet wasnt exactly waiting for them, and as soon as they saw the banners, they fled in disarray, but the fleet of New Portugal caught up to them and chased the one away, smashing the other two off of the Angolan coast. The last ship managed to round the Cape of Good Hope, and in a voyage of astounding bravery, ended up falling away from the coast in a storm.
They found themselves off the coast of Madagascar, where they sailed a bit up the coast and contacted the Sabaens there, where they... did something, no one is quite agreed on what. In any case, the governor gave the captain more provisions, a silk robe, and a great deal of imported tea (a chip from Ceylon had wrecked a month previous). They added this to their cargo of gold from the Malian landings, and continued onward, only to be blown off course again, where they found a nice island, with a tiny Sabaen fishing village clinging to it. They caught a few waddling birds onshore easily, roasted a pair of them and stuffed the third to take home as a prize. They doggedly kept along the regular trade route from thence on, reached the land called India, traded some gold for excellent pepper.
Onward they sailed, past Djibouti, through the canal built by the Syrians (for a small toll, of course), and made their way somehow, slowly, through the Med Sea, and ended up back in Ravenna after nearly two years, loaded with pepper, gold, some silks, and a very funny looking stuffed bird, which became nicknamed a dodo.
All in all this voyage has been rather sensational, but achieved little else, except in the way of national pride.
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Minoa, in the meantime, suddenly undergoes something of a collapse. It is all very sudden, one day the empire seems to be on top of the world, and the next, it is crushed beneath the heel of a dozen powers internal and external.
The battles came in one after another. A massive defeat on the Delta of the River Nile reinforced the ending of Minoan invincibility at sea, and with approximately one hundred and fifty galleys roaming the sea lanes and pirating them, the Syrians effectively demolished Minoan trade in a few years.
With this came the loss of Egypt and all the troops therein to the pretender Maluk...
And to cap it all off, a defeat at Ipsus against four armies of the Night Warrior completely shattered their confidence, and a dozen coastal cities are under siege by the raiders, even as Athens declares independence from the dying nation.
The Night Warriors, meanwhile, undergo something of a power struggle as several powerful people claiming to be the true leader of the group come to the forefront. This division certainly makes them harder to kill, but also harder to control from the central command. This leads to unnecessary slaughter and plundering. Many begin to whisper that the Night Warrior is more concerned with making a profit out of this war than trying to free the Hittite, Cimmerian, and Anatolian peoples, as they were originally intended to do.
At the same time, the Macedonians have joined in the pillaging of the Minoan nation by smashing easily the minor fortifications in Byzantium and crossing the Dardanelles to seize the other side in a series of easy battles, utterly smashing the Minoans again. The island empire is now destitute of nearly all its colonies, it looks like what rose has fallen mightily, and what may replace it is uncertain.
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1003 FF
1200 BGM
1398 DYE
74 ASC
An empire was dying; it was clear to everyone except the local despot himself. Understandablebeing in your enemys capital city, having conquered half his nation, must seem like youve won the war. But he hadnt... This particular nation had powerful allies (even if it didnt cooperate with them too well), and the empire in question was falling mainly because it only controlled about a quarter of its homeland.
On the other side of the world, an empire was in much the same situation; dominant across its region, aided by the fact that it formed a veritable region in and of itself, it had been the greatest power in the world until a power from a faraway land suddenly smash their armies, and nearly took their capital.
In between, the same things were happening; an ancient civilization saw their nation under attack from two sides, and they had apparently already lost the war; but they were not so easy to give up, and they stubbornly fought on...
To their west another nation fought to the death, still throwing punches despite the fact that they ought to have died long ago.
And on another subcontinent, an empire was fading as a new one came to mount the battlefield and stand astride the region, a new, fierce power.
Let us examine each in turn, but not necessarily in above order.
******************
The subcontinent of India has been peaceful for a great many years now. The power of Gujarat has maintained its position on the top of the region, and the enemies of that state are few and far between. Of the other states? For hundreds of years, the simple truth is that they are not a potential threat to Gujarat at all. But all that has appeared to change, with the ascension of Bhojas to the throne of Kanauj.
In a stunning move, the forces of Kanauj appeared on the opposite side of the Ganges from where they were expected. Well, thats not the stunning part. The fact that they moved on to smash the forces of the state of Kura in an easy battle was.
From here, the empire of Kanauj was half again its former size, and the army bigger than ever. This newly enlarged force soon prepared to strike... somewhere... but where? And should the other powers be alarmed at this new threat?
******************
The war in the west had been raging for longer than anyone could even remember, but now it was in its twilight hours. The war that had claimed over a million lives, most of them civilians, was finally coming to an end, with a horribly lopsided conclusion.
One empire was dead, a republic in its place, trying to reassemble the shattered ruins of two rebellions and an army that still maintained a heavy influence on its people. Another was broken, its old lands taken, its new ones under siege and hosting a beleaguered and demoralized king and his army. Their allies? Gone, deserting them for the dead they were.
Iberia had turned from the worst land in the world (barring, perhaps, Syria and Germany) to one relatively at peace. Portugal was gone... but not irreversibly so. The new nation of Iberia was the self styled overlord of the whole place, but they didnt truly seem to want to destroy the rest of the nations around. The Basques and Tartessos, thought by all their contemporaries as traitors to their alliance, lay huddled and isolated on a peninsula of tension. And of course the Balearic Isles have finally come to regain almost all of their former lands, and set to rebuilding the edifice.
Interestingly enough, an odd proposal reached the Isles just a few years ago which has set the kings into a raging storm (see diplomacy)...
Back to the north, the land of the Franks has its last scars of war removed. The brave Portugese defenders, motivated to a heroic last stand on the river Rhone as they march south, try their best to defeat the forces arrayed against them. However, with a Ravennan army, Frankish army, and a few other nations that decide to join in for the heck of it, all arrayed against them, they stood no chance.
They fought heroically, nobly, bravely, honorably. But they died.
In the rest of France, one by one, the last pockets of resistance were taken care of. Brittany might have proved a problem, but they were actually replaced by perhaps a greater problem; the Cantivelliaunii land in the north, march down the road, and in a surprise attack, smash and destroy their armies at Nantes. Any remnants of Portugal and her allies, have, in short, been completely destroyed... But tensions remain.
Ravenna attempts to aid the Franks further than the Battle of the Rhone in their destruction of the Portuguese forces, but astonishingly, shockingly, the Franks turn them back politely, and asked them to find another route than through their nation. Border skirmishes between Franks and Balearics (not intentional by either nation by any means) occurred when the two armies finally succeeded in crushing the Aquitainian holdings of the Portuguese...
And last but not least, a Ravennan army reaching Tangiers prevented an ambitious Balearic admiral from taking the city there for himself and creating a lordship. That particular admiral is protesting rather loudly to the kings of the Balearics, demanding a war against Ravenna.
Ravenna, meanwhile, having taken nearly no losses in the war against the Portugese, colonize the Azores and the Canary Islands, and also a great section of the northwest African coast. They also help the Mauritanians attempt to establish a republic of sorts in their lands, though instead of helping, this merely exacerbates the difficulties for the nation.
And on the other hand, something has happened which may make this war have consequences far further down the road...
Six ships were built in the harbors of Tangier in the fateful years before Ravennas advance on the city. They were christened after the great Portugese provincesTangier, Lagos, Porto, Aquitaine, and of course Lisboa. Massive and holding a thousand people each and provisions for a few months, they sailed to the south, far to the south. The lands they passed simply would not do; too close to the Ravennans, or already occupied by the local Africans as a huge empire. They kept on sailing, sailing into what seemed like an endless sea, but they hugged the coast, desperate to find a home. The Porto was wrecked on the reefs, the Aquitaine disappeared altogether, but the other four made it to a small island they dubbed New Lisboa.
There the surviving 2,670 people (many had died), made their new home. With iron weaponry they easily mastered the island, enslaving the few that were there, and the ships, they salavaged them. Two became the wooden palisade that surrounded New Lisboa, two became the new, small fleet of Portugal, augmented a few years later by the surviving Portugese warships that had also fled. Soon these few thousands were raiding simply for food and goods to survive, and from these raids they garnered a sort of empire on the African coast...
Captains Log, 5 years from the time of landing.
Weve put ashore several boats now, and theyve cleared out an entire village worth of Bantu. The people were quickly enslaved, naturally, our workforce being small as it is... the warriors were killed. A few of the ships boys are rather odd; they seem to have taken a liking to the girls weve found around here, but thats the young ones for you. If the currents look good, Ill leave a garrison of twenty here to hold the place, and return with the rest to pick up a proper group to settle this new colony; theres got to be good land for agriculture somewhere around that river we built next to; I know it!
Some of the new government fear that eventually, somehow, the Ravennans may find them... And those fears materialized shortly thereafter.
******************
The year was 20 ab senate constitutio. Twenty years past, the great senate chambers in Ravenna itself were built, and the authority of the Senate was reinforced and universally recognized in the great Republic. Seventeen years past, the Great Western War ended. It was this year, two decades after those great events, when a navigator prepared three ships and set out to make history.
They set out past the Pillars of Hercules, and in a month they were in the last southern Ravennan port. The sailing from thereon grew quite difficult, and it took them another two months to round the great hump of Africa and suddenly into trouble.
In the bay of Guinea, they found a great fleet waiting form them. A great fleet which was utterly hostile. Well, the good thing was the fleet wasnt exactly waiting for them, and as soon as they saw the banners, they fled in disarray, but the fleet of New Portugal caught up to them and chased the one away, smashing the other two off of the Angolan coast. The last ship managed to round the Cape of Good Hope, and in a voyage of astounding bravery, ended up falling away from the coast in a storm.
They found themselves off the coast of Madagascar, where they sailed a bit up the coast and contacted the Sabaens there, where they... did something, no one is quite agreed on what. In any case, the governor gave the captain more provisions, a silk robe, and a great deal of imported tea (a chip from Ceylon had wrecked a month previous). They added this to their cargo of gold from the Malian landings, and continued onward, only to be blown off course again, where they found a nice island, with a tiny Sabaen fishing village clinging to it. They caught a few waddling birds onshore easily, roasted a pair of them and stuffed the third to take home as a prize. They doggedly kept along the regular trade route from thence on, reached the land called India, traded some gold for excellent pepper.
Onward they sailed, past Djibouti, through the canal built by the Syrians (for a small toll, of course), and made their way somehow, slowly, through the Med Sea, and ended up back in Ravenna after nearly two years, loaded with pepper, gold, some silks, and a very funny looking stuffed bird, which became nicknamed a dodo.
All in all this voyage has been rather sensational, but achieved little else, except in the way of national pride.
******************
Minoa, in the meantime, suddenly undergoes something of a collapse. It is all very sudden, one day the empire seems to be on top of the world, and the next, it is crushed beneath the heel of a dozen powers internal and external.
The battles came in one after another. A massive defeat on the Delta of the River Nile reinforced the ending of Minoan invincibility at sea, and with approximately one hundred and fifty galleys roaming the sea lanes and pirating them, the Syrians effectively demolished Minoan trade in a few years.
With this came the loss of Egypt and all the troops therein to the pretender Maluk...
And to cap it all off, a defeat at Ipsus against four armies of the Night Warrior completely shattered their confidence, and a dozen coastal cities are under siege by the raiders, even as Athens declares independence from the dying nation.
The Night Warriors, meanwhile, undergo something of a power struggle as several powerful people claiming to be the true leader of the group come to the forefront. This division certainly makes them harder to kill, but also harder to control from the central command. This leads to unnecessary slaughter and plundering. Many begin to whisper that the Night Warrior is more concerned with making a profit out of this war than trying to free the Hittite, Cimmerian, and Anatolian peoples, as they were originally intended to do.
At the same time, the Macedonians have joined in the pillaging of the Minoan nation by smashing easily the minor fortifications in Byzantium and crossing the Dardanelles to seize the other side in a series of easy battles, utterly smashing the Minoans again. The island empire is now destitute of nearly all its colonies, it looks like what rose has fallen mightily, and what may replace it is uncertain.
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The Suez canal was only subject to two things of note by now, really, transporting the Syrian fleet to utterly devastate the Minoan fleet in battle, and the completion of the Ravennan circumnavigation of Africa. But it was to become in a massive and well publicized battle, a fierce... battleground.
At the battle of the Bitter Lake, a small force of Syrians, no more than a thousand, found themselves trapped in between two very large, very mean looking pretender Maluk armies. Each was nearly 5,000 men in size, and each appeared quite willing to massacre the small force to get to each other. In retrospect, the commander decided, it was best not to throw away all these lives for nothing, and he threw a hundred spearmen into the face of each army and told the rest to flee.
Perhaps the commander was brave, or perhaps he just feared Malukal punishment when the men got back to Syria, but in any case, he died with his two hundred, defending the sides of the canal, and the rest was up to the pretender Maluks to decide. The brash Arabian Maluk moved first, his fierce cavalry dashing across the flimsy wooden bridge north of the lake, a relic of the Syrian defense, where they were stopped almost immediately by a large spearmen formation sent by the Egyptians.
Then another cavalry force probed south, distracting another spearmen force... but in reality, neither of these were truly intended to succeed.
Instead, a large amount of small water craft were dragged from nearby sites and put afloat on the Bitter Lake, and suddenly the majority of the army of the Arabs were on the other side of the Bitter Lake, right in the encampment of the Egyptian warlord. In only minutes, half the infantry of the Egyptian warlord swore their swords to the Arab, the other half were put to flight.
In a speedy campaign from the canal, the Arabian smashed another army at Heliopolis and another at Asyut. He then marched back to the Suez, where his army apparently gathers in large numbers to assault Syria itself, claiming the throne of the Baal Maluk.
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The true Baal Maluk is not idle. His army marches north to Damascus and re-garrisons the city, building new ramparts in the place of the old walls and leaves a garrison of five hundred to hold the city against any enemy daring enough to attack the city, and then marches east, east to the Euphrates, east to destiny.
They met on the Euphrates, and suddenly it was army against army again, in deja vu of something just mentioned in the update...
In any case, the Syrians initially didnt quite realize the Armenians were there, it was only after a few forces had been beaten back after they tried to cross did they realize that an enemy was upon them. Then it all came to pieces as either army tried to find a ford, but failing that, sat on opposite sides of the river and, quite literally in fact, called each other impolite names.
The Syrians finally tired of this, though, and tried their best to force a crossing. A feint at a northern ford was tried, and then the Syrians attacked in seeming full force on small boats across the river. Both assaults were driven back, tough the latter only through liberal use of Faisons Fire.
Then the Syrians doubled back and forced the northern crossing with two hundred elephant archers, while the stocks of Faisons Fire mysteriously went missing... Or they were just out of it. In any case, the elephants acted as ships where ships had failed, and they crossed the river; sometimes they were completely submerged, only their trunks sticking out and the riders head barely breaching the surface. In any case, a massive charge that cost over fifty elephants smashed through, and able to deploy a good thousand troops there, they drew the attention of the Armenians again, who countered with stout Acolytes and more Fire.
But with the crossing successful, the other crossing went easier. Flanked and outnumbered, the Armenians did their best to resist, but they were finally crushed between the massive armies of the Syrians. The Syrians, though, suffered rather large casualties, and did not advance much further for their part for a while.
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The focus shifted to the south. A moderate northern Babylonian force totaling nearly three thousands were crushed in between the forces of the Armenians, but as the Armenians grouped their forces into another huge force, this time nearly 7,000 strong, the Babylonians marched north.
The Babylonians did not come unprepared, but the scouts initial estimates of over 20,000 men in the army were dismissed as fairy tales by the Armenian commander. The large Armenian force moved south to counter them... But by the time they saw the enemy, they realize it was, indeed, 20,000 men, over that, actually.
The Armenians were determined, though, and they massed, ready for battle. They had the advantage of hard training, fierce discipline, and experience in several battles already. The Babylonians were more green, but they came with a vendetta to settle, and the battle looked like it was in their favor from the very beginning.
The Acolytes advanced into battle, stout, armored, and ready to withstand the fury of whatever the Babylonians could throw at them. The Babylonians advanced more cautiously, with their spearmen and swordsmen milling about, as if confused, but always keeping the line whole and intact (hard not to when you have a force more than twice as deep as the enemy). The Armenian chariots advanced to the flanks, but a few showers of arrows put them to rest, and the infantry battle began.
No more than 60 paces from the Armenian line, the Babylonians stopped short, though in some places, their infantry milled about a bit ahead, eager for battle. Then their lines opened up and they rolled forth large ballistae, which, already loaded, fired into the Armenian lines.
The effect was devastating, to a point. The strange innovation of chain shot mowed down dozens of soldiers a shot, while massive bolts skewered whole rows of them, but amazingly, incredibly, despite this, despite the arrows raining upon their heads, despite the gods themselves seemingly having turned against them, the Acolytes stood firm.
Astonished, the Babylonians unloaded a few more ballista shots into the enemy, but it did not stop them, and then the armies were upon each other.
A great site that battle had been, and the fight was well even, with the masses being arrayed against the Armenians fierce and brave against the stolid stand of the Acolytes. The battle went on, when suddenly on the flanks of the Babylonians appeared an elephant corps... But a shower of flaming arrows and a couple of ballista shots from those that had come back suddenly sent many of them in retreat.
The Babylonian cavalry, a thousand of them, that had hung back, now swept in, determined to crush the Armenians in between a grand pincer, but the Armenians had no intention of complying. A large force of chariots, arrayed in a great line, charged forward with a fury, driving back the Babylonians.
But then the Babylonians brought in their own chariots, and the cavalry flanked the Armenian chariots. All seemed doomed, for the flankers had been flanked. But then, abruptly, the Babylonian horses had been driven mad, or so it must have seemed. The wind had shifted, and the smell of the rallying elephants drove them wild; they fled, scattering.
The elephants for their part went on, the brave brutes plowing down friend and foe indiscriminately, though the mahouts mostly drove them towards foe. With this final intervention, the Babylonian army broke, all twenty thousand, but this was no so much a rout as an exodus, and it was very difficult to pursue them; the Babylonians got away.
Now the armies arrayed against each other again, but there was the serious problem of the Syrians for the Armenians to consider now, and having been flanked, it was not looking good for the dual empire.
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For the two Arabian states, life goes on. The Dubaii, dubious from the lack of orders from their king, cautiously advance a bit in Babylon, meeting little resistance only makes them more wary. They do little.
Sabaes admirals make some progress, demolishing the pirate clans of the Somalis and smashing a few Arabs.
In other news, the Persian Empire finally falls to the dirt, crushed under the boot of the Scythian Khaganate of Nishupar. The battles in the end were ferocious, but even ten thousand spearmen could not withstand the hordes of horse archers that the enemy brought with them. The prince of Persia has fled to the Balochistan area, where he resides, plotting plots.
******************
The Avars conquer a few more Tartar tribes. Thats rather an understatement, actually, they conquer nearly all of the Tartar tribes with their great leader of Bayan. Indeed, they reach the borders of the Xiong Nu and China, and now stand poised to sweep over the whole lot of them, as either are in the midst of bloody conflict that has lasted centuries.
The Golden Horde, just created, stagnates and disappears with no orders from their leader, being absorbed into the numberless Tartar hordes.
******************
Which leaves us China. And Eastern Europe, but thats another story, which Im saving for last.
Tensions are high between the Xiong Nu and the Northern Chinese, but for the most part it would seem that nothing out of the ordinary happens, yet. The Xiong Nu for their part strike against the Sillanese and beat them back to Korea, who offers a peace of Status Quo.
The Shu launch a multi pronged assault against the Nan Yue and drive them back, completely destroying their army and sending them reeling... The Chinese war seems to come to a close as Japan withdraws.
But it is not over, not even as the Nan Yue nation collapses. For there is another, a fiercer, stronger, more powerful nation than ever...
The Min Yue take advantage of the Nan Yue and utterly defeat them, and the armies of the one Yue join the armies of the other. Now both the Tong and the Shu have to deal with a four times traitorous nation that is refusing to withdraw from Chu, Nan Yue, or anywhere else for that matter.
Meanwhile, the coast of Japan is troubled by pirate raiders... from where? No one knows... Troubling times.
******************
In the frigid North, the armies of Lapponia strike fierce and fast, and two of the three warlords that govern Norway fall. Some of them flee to the third, others flee as far afield as Ireland, others make themselves available for hire all over Europe, all that is known is that Lapponias empire keeps growing with no signs of stopping.
******************
In Eastern Europe, a storm cloud gathers.
A Cimmerian Warlord name Atya claims to have found the sword of the war god himself, and claims that he cannot be defeated in battle by anyone while he carries the sword. And it certainly seems true, army after army, Cimmerian, Scythian, foe after foe, falls to the mighty warrior, who in the space of ten years, is able to carve out an empire. While the Pannonians and Visigoths make some minor advances, this is easily countered by the massive empire the warlord conquers.
He now stands on the banks of the Dnieper, a massive army at his back. Some sources say ten thousand, some say twenty thousands, but all agree that his initial force of 4,000 steppe cavalry has been massively augmented by a huge horde of Slavic warriors, determined to make a name for themselves in the land named Europe.
Perhaps these premonitions are false. Perhaps Pannonia will defeat them, or the Visigoths, or Lombardia. But the astonishing truth is that little now stands between the steppe and war ravaged Europe but a few kings an a handful of armies.
******************
Diplomacy:
To: Shu
From: Min Yue
We wish an end to this conflict. Name your terms.
To: Babylonian King
From: Advisor whose head may soon be lopped off
The economy is in shambles... the people destitute, and plague is in the sacred city. Now may be the time for terms, my liege, but we will serve you unto the end, war or peace.
To: Balearic Isles
From: Iberia
The Queen of Iberia feels perhaps a marriage could unite our people into a massive power, an Iberian Empire, that will stand in these troubled times. What say you?
To: Syria
From: Minoa
Peace, please!
To: Syria
**SECRET**
From: one of the Night Warriors
Give us a dozen war elephants to beat my rivals, and I will give you back Antioch.
**END SECRET PORTION**
To: France
From: Cantivelliaunii
We mean you no harm, we just want a foothold in Europe.
To: Lapponia
From: Norway
Peace, please!
To: All nations of Western Europe
From: Viking warlords
We have about 5,000 men for hire, fierce Viking warriors... They come in units of 1,000 each, an eco point every two turns for each unit.
OOC:
The only thing I can say is, I think I have a solution worked out to my laziness, so the next one wont be as late. Its a bit absurd now to ask for orders for this Saturday, Saturday having been over 22 minutes at the time of this typing, but... Please, please get them in by next Saturday so I neednt bring out my guillotine.
One more thing: Im utterly exhausted, and my dads liable to physically throw me in bed if he catches me up this late. So, stats tomorrow, much as I horribly regret it. Just think what you have now minus a few thousand if your in a war, minus all of it if youve been utterly smashed.
At the battle of the Bitter Lake, a small force of Syrians, no more than a thousand, found themselves trapped in between two very large, very mean looking pretender Maluk armies. Each was nearly 5,000 men in size, and each appeared quite willing to massacre the small force to get to each other. In retrospect, the commander decided, it was best not to throw away all these lives for nothing, and he threw a hundred spearmen into the face of each army and told the rest to flee.
Perhaps the commander was brave, or perhaps he just feared Malukal punishment when the men got back to Syria, but in any case, he died with his two hundred, defending the sides of the canal, and the rest was up to the pretender Maluks to decide. The brash Arabian Maluk moved first, his fierce cavalry dashing across the flimsy wooden bridge north of the lake, a relic of the Syrian defense, where they were stopped almost immediately by a large spearmen formation sent by the Egyptians.
Then another cavalry force probed south, distracting another spearmen force... but in reality, neither of these were truly intended to succeed.
Instead, a large amount of small water craft were dragged from nearby sites and put afloat on the Bitter Lake, and suddenly the majority of the army of the Arabs were on the other side of the Bitter Lake, right in the encampment of the Egyptian warlord. In only minutes, half the infantry of the Egyptian warlord swore their swords to the Arab, the other half were put to flight.
In a speedy campaign from the canal, the Arabian smashed another army at Heliopolis and another at Asyut. He then marched back to the Suez, where his army apparently gathers in large numbers to assault Syria itself, claiming the throne of the Baal Maluk.
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The true Baal Maluk is not idle. His army marches north to Damascus and re-garrisons the city, building new ramparts in the place of the old walls and leaves a garrison of five hundred to hold the city against any enemy daring enough to attack the city, and then marches east, east to the Euphrates, east to destiny.
They met on the Euphrates, and suddenly it was army against army again, in deja vu of something just mentioned in the update...
In any case, the Syrians initially didnt quite realize the Armenians were there, it was only after a few forces had been beaten back after they tried to cross did they realize that an enemy was upon them. Then it all came to pieces as either army tried to find a ford, but failing that, sat on opposite sides of the river and, quite literally in fact, called each other impolite names.
The Syrians finally tired of this, though, and tried their best to force a crossing. A feint at a northern ford was tried, and then the Syrians attacked in seeming full force on small boats across the river. Both assaults were driven back, tough the latter only through liberal use of Faisons Fire.
Then the Syrians doubled back and forced the northern crossing with two hundred elephant archers, while the stocks of Faisons Fire mysteriously went missing... Or they were just out of it. In any case, the elephants acted as ships where ships had failed, and they crossed the river; sometimes they were completely submerged, only their trunks sticking out and the riders head barely breaching the surface. In any case, a massive charge that cost over fifty elephants smashed through, and able to deploy a good thousand troops there, they drew the attention of the Armenians again, who countered with stout Acolytes and more Fire.
But with the crossing successful, the other crossing went easier. Flanked and outnumbered, the Armenians did their best to resist, but they were finally crushed between the massive armies of the Syrians. The Syrians, though, suffered rather large casualties, and did not advance much further for their part for a while.
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The focus shifted to the south. A moderate northern Babylonian force totaling nearly three thousands were crushed in between the forces of the Armenians, but as the Armenians grouped their forces into another huge force, this time nearly 7,000 strong, the Babylonians marched north.
The Babylonians did not come unprepared, but the scouts initial estimates of over 20,000 men in the army were dismissed as fairy tales by the Armenian commander. The large Armenian force moved south to counter them... But by the time they saw the enemy, they realize it was, indeed, 20,000 men, over that, actually.
The Armenians were determined, though, and they massed, ready for battle. They had the advantage of hard training, fierce discipline, and experience in several battles already. The Babylonians were more green, but they came with a vendetta to settle, and the battle looked like it was in their favor from the very beginning.
The Acolytes advanced into battle, stout, armored, and ready to withstand the fury of whatever the Babylonians could throw at them. The Babylonians advanced more cautiously, with their spearmen and swordsmen milling about, as if confused, but always keeping the line whole and intact (hard not to when you have a force more than twice as deep as the enemy). The Armenian chariots advanced to the flanks, but a few showers of arrows put them to rest, and the infantry battle began.
No more than 60 paces from the Armenian line, the Babylonians stopped short, though in some places, their infantry milled about a bit ahead, eager for battle. Then their lines opened up and they rolled forth large ballistae, which, already loaded, fired into the Armenian lines.
The effect was devastating, to a point. The strange innovation of chain shot mowed down dozens of soldiers a shot, while massive bolts skewered whole rows of them, but amazingly, incredibly, despite this, despite the arrows raining upon their heads, despite the gods themselves seemingly having turned against them, the Acolytes stood firm.
Astonished, the Babylonians unloaded a few more ballista shots into the enemy, but it did not stop them, and then the armies were upon each other.
A great site that battle had been, and the fight was well even, with the masses being arrayed against the Armenians fierce and brave against the stolid stand of the Acolytes. The battle went on, when suddenly on the flanks of the Babylonians appeared an elephant corps... But a shower of flaming arrows and a couple of ballista shots from those that had come back suddenly sent many of them in retreat.
The Babylonian cavalry, a thousand of them, that had hung back, now swept in, determined to crush the Armenians in between a grand pincer, but the Armenians had no intention of complying. A large force of chariots, arrayed in a great line, charged forward with a fury, driving back the Babylonians.
But then the Babylonians brought in their own chariots, and the cavalry flanked the Armenian chariots. All seemed doomed, for the flankers had been flanked. But then, abruptly, the Babylonian horses had been driven mad, or so it must have seemed. The wind had shifted, and the smell of the rallying elephants drove them wild; they fled, scattering.
The elephants for their part went on, the brave brutes plowing down friend and foe indiscriminately, though the mahouts mostly drove them towards foe. With this final intervention, the Babylonian army broke, all twenty thousand, but this was no so much a rout as an exodus, and it was very difficult to pursue them; the Babylonians got away.
Now the armies arrayed against each other again, but there was the serious problem of the Syrians for the Armenians to consider now, and having been flanked, it was not looking good for the dual empire.
******************
For the two Arabian states, life goes on. The Dubaii, dubious from the lack of orders from their king, cautiously advance a bit in Babylon, meeting little resistance only makes them more wary. They do little.
Sabaes admirals make some progress, demolishing the pirate clans of the Somalis and smashing a few Arabs.
In other news, the Persian Empire finally falls to the dirt, crushed under the boot of the Scythian Khaganate of Nishupar. The battles in the end were ferocious, but even ten thousand spearmen could not withstand the hordes of horse archers that the enemy brought with them. The prince of Persia has fled to the Balochistan area, where he resides, plotting plots.
******************
The Avars conquer a few more Tartar tribes. Thats rather an understatement, actually, they conquer nearly all of the Tartar tribes with their great leader of Bayan. Indeed, they reach the borders of the Xiong Nu and China, and now stand poised to sweep over the whole lot of them, as either are in the midst of bloody conflict that has lasted centuries.
The Golden Horde, just created, stagnates and disappears with no orders from their leader, being absorbed into the numberless Tartar hordes.
******************
Which leaves us China. And Eastern Europe, but thats another story, which Im saving for last.
Tensions are high between the Xiong Nu and the Northern Chinese, but for the most part it would seem that nothing out of the ordinary happens, yet. The Xiong Nu for their part strike against the Sillanese and beat them back to Korea, who offers a peace of Status Quo.
The Shu launch a multi pronged assault against the Nan Yue and drive them back, completely destroying their army and sending them reeling... The Chinese war seems to come to a close as Japan withdraws.
But it is not over, not even as the Nan Yue nation collapses. For there is another, a fiercer, stronger, more powerful nation than ever...
The Min Yue take advantage of the Nan Yue and utterly defeat them, and the armies of the one Yue join the armies of the other. Now both the Tong and the Shu have to deal with a four times traitorous nation that is refusing to withdraw from Chu, Nan Yue, or anywhere else for that matter.
Meanwhile, the coast of Japan is troubled by pirate raiders... from where? No one knows... Troubling times.
******************
In the frigid North, the armies of Lapponia strike fierce and fast, and two of the three warlords that govern Norway fall. Some of them flee to the third, others flee as far afield as Ireland, others make themselves available for hire all over Europe, all that is known is that Lapponias empire keeps growing with no signs of stopping.
******************
In Eastern Europe, a storm cloud gathers.
A Cimmerian Warlord name Atya claims to have found the sword of the war god himself, and claims that he cannot be defeated in battle by anyone while he carries the sword. And it certainly seems true, army after army, Cimmerian, Scythian, foe after foe, falls to the mighty warrior, who in the space of ten years, is able to carve out an empire. While the Pannonians and Visigoths make some minor advances, this is easily countered by the massive empire the warlord conquers.
He now stands on the banks of the Dnieper, a massive army at his back. Some sources say ten thousand, some say twenty thousands, but all agree that his initial force of 4,000 steppe cavalry has been massively augmented by a huge horde of Slavic warriors, determined to make a name for themselves in the land named Europe.
Perhaps these premonitions are false. Perhaps Pannonia will defeat them, or the Visigoths, or Lombardia. But the astonishing truth is that little now stands between the steppe and war ravaged Europe but a few kings an a handful of armies.
******************
Diplomacy:
To: Shu
From: Min Yue
We wish an end to this conflict. Name your terms.
To: Babylonian King
From: Advisor whose head may soon be lopped off
The economy is in shambles... the people destitute, and plague is in the sacred city. Now may be the time for terms, my liege, but we will serve you unto the end, war or peace.
To: Balearic Isles
From: Iberia
The Queen of Iberia feels perhaps a marriage could unite our people into a massive power, an Iberian Empire, that will stand in these troubled times. What say you?
To: Syria
From: Minoa
Peace, please!
To: Syria
**SECRET**
From: one of the Night Warriors
Give us a dozen war elephants to beat my rivals, and I will give you back Antioch.
**END SECRET PORTION**
To: France
From: Cantivelliaunii
We mean you no harm, we just want a foothold in Europe.
To: Lapponia
From: Norway
Peace, please!
To: All nations of Western Europe
From: Viking warlords
We have about 5,000 men for hire, fierce Viking warriors... They come in units of 1,000 each, an eco point every two turns for each unit.
OOC:
The only thing I can say is, I think I have a solution worked out to my laziness, so the next one wont be as late. Its a bit absurd now to ask for orders for this Saturday, Saturday having been over 22 minutes at the time of this typing, but... Please, please get them in by next Saturday so I neednt bring out my guillotine.
One more thing: Im utterly exhausted, and my dads liable to physically throw me in bed if he catches me up this late. So, stats tomorrow, much as I horribly regret it. Just think what you have now minus a few thousand if your in a war, minus all of it if youve been utterly smashed.
North King
blech
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alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: Shu shall never forget Nippon, one day we will burn Toyko, we swear it! ONE DAY.... Great update
WarlordMatt
Emperor
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Excellent update, even though I was still unable to make any gains because of those damned elephants.
To: Dubaii
From Nebuchadnezzar II of Babylon
I advise you to turn back right this instant, or you will also taste the fury of my ballistae. And I would think that your forces are far less resistant then the Acolytes...
To: Dubaii
From Nebuchadnezzar II of Babylon
I advise you to turn back right this instant, or you will also taste the fury of my ballistae. And I would think that your forces are far less resistant then the Acolytes...
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