Kenric af Grashen
King
On reading the last chapter i think you know way to much about what its like in that sort of situation.
The 7 Queens
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On reading the last chapter i think you know way to much about what its like in that sort of situation.
-Thebes, Egypt-
The carridge rattled down the brick street past the Workshop built by a great inventor, past the great temples and libraries, and past the Great Hanging Gardens. The goal of the carridge was not any of these magnificent places, but instead the greatest building in all the World, the Palace of Cleopatra. Not even the Great Library of Madrid could equal the wealth and stature of the Palace.
Ramses was nervous. Very few men besides the bodygaurds of the Queen had ever entered the Palace in all its history, starting even when it was only a cave carved into the hillside. Rumors of the interior of the Palace and what it was like in there was the oft fantasy of many young Thebian boys, who all at one point or another gone on bets or dares to try to get inside, only to be brushed aside by the bodyguards, which just increased the rumors and fantasies. Now Ramses was to go there for the greatest honor that any Egyptian could ever have. He was to be given the Medallian of Anubis, which granted the immortality of the rulers of the world to the bearer of it.
-Later-
Ramses felt the gentle weight of the medallian upon his shoulders as he knelt before Cleopatra the True. The ceremony had been brief and this time there was to be no reception, no crowd of Thebian nobles, and no constant handshakes with others. He had been called to Thebes for business.
He was now in the "war room" of Egypt, deep within the section of the Palace in which the foundations had been laid. This was the actual cave where Cleopatra first led from.
"General Ramses," said Cleopatra the Warrior,"As I have been called to serve my mother by negiotating with the Greeks who have been threatening us for some time, I will be leaving full command of Egypt's armies to you. Your successful planning and tactics at the Battles of Orleans, Tours, and Lyons shows that you are indeed the best candidate for the job, which is the reason you have been chosen for the Medal you now wear."
She layed a map of the Franco-Egyptian penninsula in front of Ramses, markers showing the positions of the Egyptian and known French armies. She began a flowery speech to Ramses on how the Egyptians would conquer and so on and so forth,
The map showed a advantagous position to the Egyptians. With the recent capture of Lyons and the French Iron supply, the great armies of French swordsmen had begun to dry up and the army garrisoning Orleans had been greatly relieved as the French began sending easily repulsable horsemen and archers against the dug in Pikemen and Longbowmen behind the great city walls. Occasional attempts had been made by the French to regain the towns of Tours and Lyons, but the modern Egyptian army, well equiped with Medieval Infantry and the occasional Knights were easily able to repulse them. The Great Lighthouse of Lyons provided the Egyptian navy with a benefit and many French galleys had already been sent to the bottom of the Mediteranean Basin.
"....you for your time and pateince General," said Cleopatra, drawing him out of his study of the tectical situation. "Hopefully we can capture Paris itself within a few days?" "One can only hope, my lady," replyed Ramses, "My men are ready to fight." As Cleopatra left Ramses returned to the map to plan the war.
Striding away from the Palace to his carrige waiting to take him home to his wife who was sick and dying from a disease that had been spreading around the city, Ramses was mentally preparing himself to see his wife and sons after 20 years of campaigning against the French.
Far above him at the top of the Hanging Gardens, a shadow watched like a bird of prey waiting for its chance to strike. "It is almost time, Ramses," the figure whispered, "Almost time."
OOC: Can't say i know much about sword fighting. Personnally, I can't wait until I can find time to continue this into the Industrial Age so I can have a good old shootout. Thanks for the comments about the fighting.
The carridge rattled down the brick street past the Workshop built by a great inventor, past the great temples and libraries, and past the Great Hanging Gardens. The goal of the carridge was not any of these magnificent places, but instead the greatest building in all the World, the Palace of Cleopatra. Not even the Great Library of Madrid could equal the wealth and stature of the Palace.
Ramses was nervous. Very few men besides the bodygaurds of the Queen had ever entered the Palace in all its history, starting even when it was only a cave carved into the hillside. Rumors of the interior of the Palace and what it was like in there was the oft fantasy of many young Thebian boys, who all at one point or another gone on bets or dares to try to get inside, only to be brushed aside by the bodyguards, which just increased the rumors and fantasies. Now Ramses was to go there for the greatest honor that any Egyptian could ever have. He was to be given the Medallian of Anubis, which granted the immortality of the rulers of the world to the bearer of it.
-Later-
Ramses felt the gentle weight of the medallian upon his shoulders as he knelt before Cleopatra the True. The ceremony had been brief and this time there was to be no reception, no crowd of Thebian nobles, and no constant handshakes with others. He had been called to Thebes for business.
He was now in the "war room" of Egypt, deep within the section of the Palace in which the foundations had been laid. This was the actual cave where Cleopatra first led from.
"General Ramses," said Cleopatra the Warrior,"As I have been called to serve my mother by negiotating with the Greeks who have been threatening us for some time, I will be leaving full command of Egypt's armies to you. Your successful planning and tactics at the Battles of Orleans, Tours, and Lyons shows that you are indeed the best candidate for the job, which is the reason you have been chosen for the Medal you now wear."
She layed a map of the Franco-Egyptian penninsula in front of Ramses, markers showing the positions of the Egyptian and known French armies. She began a flowery speech to Ramses on how the Egyptians would conquer and so on and so forth,
The map showed a advantagous position to the Egyptians. With the recent capture of Lyons and the French Iron supply, the great armies of French swordsmen had begun to dry up and the army garrisoning Orleans had been greatly relieved as the French began sending easily repulsable horsemen and archers against the dug in Pikemen and Longbowmen behind the great city walls. Occasional attempts had been made by the French to regain the towns of Tours and Lyons, but the modern Egyptian army, well equiped with Medieval Infantry and the occasional Knights were easily able to repulse them. The Great Lighthouse of Lyons provided the Egyptian navy with a benefit and many French galleys had already been sent to the bottom of the Mediteranean Basin.
"....you for your time and pateince General," said Cleopatra, drawing him out of his study of the tectical situation. "Hopefully we can capture Paris itself within a few days?" "One can only hope, my lady," replyed Ramses, "My men are ready to fight." As Cleopatra left Ramses returned to the map to plan the war.
Striding away from the Palace to his carrige waiting to take him home to his wife who was sick and dying from a disease that had been spreading around the city, Ramses was mentally preparing himself to see his wife and sons after 20 years of campaigning against the French.
Far above him at the top of the Hanging Gardens, a shadow watched like a bird of prey waiting for its chance to strike. "It is almost time, Ramses," the figure whispered, "Almost time."
OOC: Can't say i know much about sword fighting. Personnally, I can't wait until I can find time to continue this into the Industrial Age so I can have a good old shootout. Thanks for the comments about the fighting.
-Paris, France-
The Egyptian catapult shot continued to fall upon the people of Paris. Rock after rock crushed the buildings and people of Paris. The walls of the city had continued to hold steadfastedly against the shot. Being the strongest fortifications ever built in the known world, even the largest rocks the Egyptians managed to hurl against the city just bounced off. The French continually responded with their own catapults from the center of the city, killing many of the Egyptian beseigers.
Admist this confusion on the 1238th day of the seige in the midst of the night, a dark figure strode across the Great Plaza of Paris through the shadows cast by the black shapes of the buildings around him. In what was once the great marketplace of Paris, which bustled nonstop day and night with merchants from across the known world, there was no sign of life except for a pack of stray dogs fighting over what appeared to be a dead body lying in the street and the occasional flutter of curtains in the houses nearby as the frightened townsfolk stared out wondering if they were to be the next to be killed by a stray catapult shot.
The figure walked across the Plaza toward the gate where the final French swordsman regiment were desperately holding against the Egyptian onslaught, besieged by arrows, battering rams, and catapult shot. Even now yet another regiment of Egyptians was pounding at the gate.
Drawing his sword the figure charged the gate. Unaware at first of what was happening, three of the French swordsmen fell quickly to the blade. Not all of them could turn to face the new threat as they still needed to brace the gates to prevent the Egyptians from breaking through. A nearby swordsman clumsily tried to counter the unexpected attack, but was quickly impaled by the blade.
Furious at this almost 20 swordsmen charged the figure, most to be cut down by the blade which seemed because of the shadows to be without an owner, cutting and slashing through the weak French armor in a great dance of death. By the end no Frenchman remained standing to face the dark figure and his sword.
To the great surprise of the Egyptian troops at the gate, and to the ones who were hurling themselves at it in a desperate attempt to ram it down great misfortune, the gates swung open to the Egyptians who were greatly surprised to see those resisting already dead.
With a great cheer, the Egyptians charged into the city.
The great city and French capitol of Paris had fallen, the war would soon be over.
The Egyptian catapult shot continued to fall upon the people of Paris. Rock after rock crushed the buildings and people of Paris. The walls of the city had continued to hold steadfastedly against the shot. Being the strongest fortifications ever built in the known world, even the largest rocks the Egyptians managed to hurl against the city just bounced off. The French continually responded with their own catapults from the center of the city, killing many of the Egyptian beseigers.
Admist this confusion on the 1238th day of the seige in the midst of the night, a dark figure strode across the Great Plaza of Paris through the shadows cast by the black shapes of the buildings around him. In what was once the great marketplace of Paris, which bustled nonstop day and night with merchants from across the known world, there was no sign of life except for a pack of stray dogs fighting over what appeared to be a dead body lying in the street and the occasional flutter of curtains in the houses nearby as the frightened townsfolk stared out wondering if they were to be the next to be killed by a stray catapult shot.
The figure walked across the Plaza toward the gate where the final French swordsman regiment were desperately holding against the Egyptian onslaught, besieged by arrows, battering rams, and catapult shot. Even now yet another regiment of Egyptians was pounding at the gate.
Drawing his sword the figure charged the gate. Unaware at first of what was happening, three of the French swordsmen fell quickly to the blade. Not all of them could turn to face the new threat as they still needed to brace the gates to prevent the Egyptians from breaking through. A nearby swordsman clumsily tried to counter the unexpected attack, but was quickly impaled by the blade.
Furious at this almost 20 swordsmen charged the figure, most to be cut down by the blade which seemed because of the shadows to be without an owner, cutting and slashing through the weak French armor in a great dance of death. By the end no Frenchman remained standing to face the dark figure and his sword.
To the great surprise of the Egyptian troops at the gate, and to the ones who were hurling themselves at it in a desperate attempt to ram it down great misfortune, the gates swung open to the Egyptians who were greatly surprised to see those resisting already dead.
With a great cheer, the Egyptians charged into the city.
The great city and French capitol of Paris had fallen, the war would soon be over.
Kenric af Grashen
King
exciting, death to the French
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my pleasure, the French always backstab me, so it is almost pleasurable to kill them.
-Paris, France-
"4 Pharohs and 2 Queens, full house, i win," said the soldier. "Damn, I had a striaght. Damn your Memphis luck," said Ramses, setting the men arround the table into laughter. People from Memphis were well known to be the most skilled gamblers in the world, having many casinos built around the city.
Ramses was sitting around a table with 3 of his men, playing the game of poker which had migrated to Egypt from Spain. Of course, the rules changed a little, from 5 cards to 6 as well as the Pharoh taking place of the Queen and the Queen taking place of the King. His luck had been good tonight, winning a home in Paris as well as a good deal of gold. Of course, he was wealthy enough already. He played these poker games to mingle with his men, see how they were faring in life, and to raise their spirits somewhat.
"Well, I've won enough tonight, I am going back to headquarters now," said Ramses, rising from the table. " I wish you win luck and good winnings, gentlemen." Muttering thanks to Ramses the Egyptians returned to their game.
Leaving the brightly lit bar and entering into the darkness of the alleys and streets of Paris, Ramses began the mile walk across town to his headquarters in the ruins of the Palace.
Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps in a nearby alley. As curfew was upon the citizens of Egypt, this could mean no good, thought Ramses, drawing his sword and moving towards the sound. The French resistence had been active recently, stirring up unrest and occasionally riots. It took 3 regiments of the new muskets to keep the city under control.
Causously entering the alley, Ramses felt cold steel underneath his neck. "Surprising General, that a man such as yourself could be caught off guard by such a simple trick. I thought you were above that." Coming out of the shadow in which she had been hiding was Joan the Fighter, looking not a day older than she did when they had met in Orleans at the final battle outside the palace and just as well armed.
OOC: Will be continued tomorrow.
"4 Pharohs and 2 Queens, full house, i win," said the soldier. "Damn, I had a striaght. Damn your Memphis luck," said Ramses, setting the men arround the table into laughter. People from Memphis were well known to be the most skilled gamblers in the world, having many casinos built around the city.
Ramses was sitting around a table with 3 of his men, playing the game of poker which had migrated to Egypt from Spain. Of course, the rules changed a little, from 5 cards to 6 as well as the Pharoh taking place of the Queen and the Queen taking place of the King. His luck had been good tonight, winning a home in Paris as well as a good deal of gold. Of course, he was wealthy enough already. He played these poker games to mingle with his men, see how they were faring in life, and to raise their spirits somewhat.
"Well, I've won enough tonight, I am going back to headquarters now," said Ramses, rising from the table. " I wish you win luck and good winnings, gentlemen." Muttering thanks to Ramses the Egyptians returned to their game.
Leaving the brightly lit bar and entering into the darkness of the alleys and streets of Paris, Ramses began the mile walk across town to his headquarters in the ruins of the Palace.
Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps in a nearby alley. As curfew was upon the citizens of Egypt, this could mean no good, thought Ramses, drawing his sword and moving towards the sound. The French resistence had been active recently, stirring up unrest and occasionally riots. It took 3 regiments of the new muskets to keep the city under control.
Causously entering the alley, Ramses felt cold steel underneath his neck. "Surprising General, that a man such as yourself could be caught off guard by such a simple trick. I thought you were above that." Coming out of the shadow in which she had been hiding was Joan the Fighter, looking not a day older than she did when they had met in Orleans at the final battle outside the palace and just as well armed.
OOC: Will be continued tomorrow.
Reddwarfian
E're now! Whats all this?
Whoo!
Impressive. Nice twist there.
Impressive. Nice twist there.
Kenric af Grashen
King
cool keep it going
-Paris, France-
The lump in Ramses throat felt to him like it was growing bigger, almost to the point he felt that it would cut itself on Joan's blade.
Taking a deep breath Ramses said, "I suppose you were responsible for that stunt at the gate. It surprised the hell out of my men. I owe you for that."
At that Joan broke out in laughter and lowered her sword. "Yes I saw their faces. It was a moment to remember." Laughing they embraced and walked to the apartment Ramses had borrowed from a wealthy Frenchman who no longer needed it.
-Orleans, France-
Through the halls of the Palace they battled. Each a master sword fighter Ramses and Joan thrust and parried the other's blows. In the master bedroom on the uppermost floor, Joan reached for a nearby silver plate lying by the bed and threw it towards Ramses. Slashing it out of the air, he ran toward her preparing to end the battle then and there.
Catching him off gaurd Joan jumped on the bed and quickly and skillfully jumped over Ramses and landed behind him striking yet another blow. Fortunately for Ramses she missed, allowing him to counter her blade and drive her onto the balcony.
Ramses, using the blunt end of the blade struck at her face, forcing her down onto the ground. Raising her blade in a feeble effort to parry the attacks of Ramses once more, Joan's sword broke under the feirce attack of Ramses.
With Ramses' sword's tip on Joan's neck and the sound of his men running up the stairs to them, Joan said, "Finish it, Egyptian. You have won."
Lowering his sword Ramses said, "You are the finest swordsman or woman I have ever fought. I would rather destroy a Da Vinci painting (Da Vinci was an artist who had recently set up a workshop in Thebes) than kill you. I will turn my back and let you go, your people will fall soon anyways."
Amazed and shocked by this Joan stood up, gave a brief kiss on Ramses cheek, and jumped off the balcony.
With a clatter of steel and running feet, Ramses turned toward the door to face his men. "Captain," Ramses said to the first man through the door, "The woman got away, take your men and search the city for her. Bring her to the Palace alive." "Yessir," said the soldier, "YOU HEARD HIM MEN, GET YOUR LAZY ASSES MOVING!"
Looking from the balcony once more, Ramses saw a metal-clad woman running past the Egyptain gaurds at the gates and into the distance.
-Paris, France-
Sitting on the balcony of his appartment, Ramses was looking across the city. Joan was still lying asleep in bed. After parting ways in Orleans, they had met several other times in Lyons, Tours, and even in Thebes when he had gotten his medal.
Peace had been made with France, earning the Egyptian nation the small northern town of Marseilles. The nation of Fance had been separated into two different areas. On on the western penninsula and one on the eastern.
"Enjoying the view?" said Joan walking out onto the balcony. "Yes, mostly," repilied Ramses, "It is hard getting used to this cold and dreary French weather."
Joan and Ramses sat silently on the couch, watching as stormclouds rolled across the sky and the sun rose behind them, wondering what the next day would bring.
OOC: That's all folks for the 7 Queens. There will be a sequel soon. Hope you enjoyed it.
The lump in Ramses throat felt to him like it was growing bigger, almost to the point he felt that it would cut itself on Joan's blade.
Taking a deep breath Ramses said, "I suppose you were responsible for that stunt at the gate. It surprised the hell out of my men. I owe you for that."
At that Joan broke out in laughter and lowered her sword. "Yes I saw their faces. It was a moment to remember." Laughing they embraced and walked to the apartment Ramses had borrowed from a wealthy Frenchman who no longer needed it.
-Orleans, France-
Through the halls of the Palace they battled. Each a master sword fighter Ramses and Joan thrust and parried the other's blows. In the master bedroom on the uppermost floor, Joan reached for a nearby silver plate lying by the bed and threw it towards Ramses. Slashing it out of the air, he ran toward her preparing to end the battle then and there.
Catching him off gaurd Joan jumped on the bed and quickly and skillfully jumped over Ramses and landed behind him striking yet another blow. Fortunately for Ramses she missed, allowing him to counter her blade and drive her onto the balcony.
Ramses, using the blunt end of the blade struck at her face, forcing her down onto the ground. Raising her blade in a feeble effort to parry the attacks of Ramses once more, Joan's sword broke under the feirce attack of Ramses.
With Ramses' sword's tip on Joan's neck and the sound of his men running up the stairs to them, Joan said, "Finish it, Egyptian. You have won."
Lowering his sword Ramses said, "You are the finest swordsman or woman I have ever fought. I would rather destroy a Da Vinci painting (Da Vinci was an artist who had recently set up a workshop in Thebes) than kill you. I will turn my back and let you go, your people will fall soon anyways."
Amazed and shocked by this Joan stood up, gave a brief kiss on Ramses cheek, and jumped off the balcony.
With a clatter of steel and running feet, Ramses turned toward the door to face his men. "Captain," Ramses said to the first man through the door, "The woman got away, take your men and search the city for her. Bring her to the Palace alive." "Yessir," said the soldier, "YOU HEARD HIM MEN, GET YOUR LAZY ASSES MOVING!"
Looking from the balcony once more, Ramses saw a metal-clad woman running past the Egyptain gaurds at the gates and into the distance.
-Paris, France-
Sitting on the balcony of his appartment, Ramses was looking across the city. Joan was still lying asleep in bed. After parting ways in Orleans, they had met several other times in Lyons, Tours, and even in Thebes when he had gotten his medal.
Peace had been made with France, earning the Egyptian nation the small northern town of Marseilles. The nation of Fance had been separated into two different areas. On on the western penninsula and one on the eastern.
"Enjoying the view?" said Joan walking out onto the balcony. "Yes, mostly," repilied Ramses, "It is hard getting used to this cold and dreary French weather."
Joan and Ramses sat silently on the couch, watching as stormclouds rolled across the sky and the sun rose behind them, wondering what the next day would bring.
OOC: That's all folks for the 7 Queens. There will be a sequel soon. Hope you enjoyed it.
Kenric af Grashen
King
cool ending, its a shame its over can't wait for the sequel and interesting genre switch at the end there.
Jason The King
Deity
wow. definetly an ending I did not expect
Good job, eq!
Jason
Good job, eq!
Jason
Reddwarfian
E're now! Whats all this?
Kind of like the Princess Bride there.
Very nice.
very good, i wondered if anyone would notice that. One of my favorite books.
oops double post
Lord Vetinari
Patrician of Ankh-Morpork
Good story! You going to do any more?
There's a sequel you know, this one is over.
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