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Sorry, been sick for the last while

But tomorrow I will be better, and I might post up a story segment if I get the chance to!
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Sorry, been sick for the last while

But tomorrow I will be better, and I might post up a story segment if I get the chance to!
Oh, that's too bad. No rush. Take care of yourself first. Hope you're feeling better soon! That 5-2 win has got to cheer you up though!
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The Chinese offensive was going as expected as planned, and within months of the Chinese invasion, the English were forced to sign off their fate.

It went from neutral, to bad, to worse, to even more worse!

During the first few weeks of the English/Chinese landgrab war, the French decided this was the perfect time to revolt.

Of course, the suppression was immediate for the soldiers in the former French cities, but it also enraged many frenchmen.

It has been often said that no English man dared go beyond the gates of Toules, for the French will maim you and crucify you. The only ones to go so far North were the unwilling, both soldiers and settlers.

Of course, the French cities were all bordering the ocean, or had easy port access to the sea. The Chinese decided to use this to their advantage.

DoD ( Day of Defeat ) -6 weeks.

"M'lady! Terrible news have come from our garrisons to the north!" squelched a young lad, as he ran into the meeting room of Queen Elizebeth. Queen Elizebeth was talking amongst her advisors on the current war situation. Things weren't getting any better, but they weren't getting any worse either. The Chinese advance has stopped to a crawl, and the English were sure that the Chinese will have to fall back once their supply lines are securely cut.

"What is it, my young one?" Was Elizebeths reply. She turned to face the young lad as he stopped at his feet to admire the wooden luxuries the royalties were allowed to have. The oak table, the pillers of redwood, such fine stuff, for so few.

But he changed to face Elizebeth, having to bear the news that will disturb her greatly.

"My lady, the French to the north are revolting. All the sol-" was what the boy was saying. Elizebeth raised her hand to stop the ramblings of the messenger, and said.

"Tell the general to suppress these meager riots, with whatever means necessary," was the Queen's statement. She had enough of these Frenchmen. They shall all feel her wrath after this war.

"But my Queen! The French are using the same weapons as our garrisons, and have overwelmed them! All the former French cities have thrown their garrisons out save for Toules, the divided city!" was the boy's outcry.

Elizebeth was horrified by the news. The French were able to possess such arms? But how? A resistence faction? No, all our arms are checked, and only 478, or was it 487 of the English Muskets were missing since their production. One of her soldiers turned against her and supplied the French? No, all officers are Englishmen, and none would betray her like so, to aid the French.

Then it dawned on Elizebeth.

They just experienced a taste of their own medicene.

"Ugh... Let the French Revolt! Secure the frontlines and impose drafting in more soldiers! I want more weapons from our colony island to the north to make sure we are supplied plentifully."

"My liege, I believe the Chinese supplied the resis-"

"Thats enough young Squire, return to Toules, and gather more information on the French situation,"

It was a hectic day alright. The Chinese supplied the Frenchmen. Just like how the Englishmen supplied the Russians during their battle against the Zulu's. And all available man power is necessary to make sure the front lines do not collapse. She prayed the French will collapse as soon as their form of supplies from London is cut.

DoD -4 weeks.

The English officer knew what they are up against. A bunch of misfits in Toules. This will be a splendid day for the English indeed!

The Queen, after a week of seeing the French situation throw her nation into more disarray, ungarrisoned some troops at the front lines, and placed them in command of General Duke, to take care of the French in Toules, and Orleans.

"General Duke, the French resistence is sure to succumb at the end of this week!" was the status report handed from the luitenent.

General Duke was in his ready room, studying the map of Northern England. The french are lacking in supplies, and are in need of more saltpeter. They are finally out ever since the ports were blockaded by a few English frigates.

"Heheh... Good job, we will defeat the French, within this week I must commend!" was the Generals chuckling reply.

But within moments, a loud explosion blasted off over the hills in the Toules port area.

"Wha... What was that?!" thought the general to himself, as he sat up to look at the general direction of the explosion. He will be informed soon enough.

And soon enough it was, as a lad on a horse raced down the path to the Generals hut, stationed a few kilometres from the town of Toules.

The boy dismounted, or fell, but quickly got up and ran to the general.

"General Duke! The Chinese have landed in the port of Toules!" was the messengers statement when he erupted from the front entrance of the Generals hut.

How could this be?

"They have sent in a number of schooners! We thought they were measly Zulu trading vessels, when they unleashed their cloak of disguise, and began firing on our frigates! Our frigates destroyed at least one of the Chinese Saltpeter supply ships, for I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Bu... Quickly lad! To the queen! We will deal with the French and the Chinese here!" ushered the General.

The situation turned from bad, to worse.

And it was quite simple for the Chinese really. At first the French refused to allow their own ports to be landing posts for the Chinese.

So, the Chinese still gave the French weapons. When the French learnt that their supply was low, and the Chinese were being pushed back into the sea (infact, false propaganda just for SOLELY for this mission) The frenchmen knew they were in for a paddling for sure.

So, the French were too deep in doggy doo-doo now to back out. They allowed the Chinese to invade the English from behind, where only a few of their soldiers were stationed.

Mao worked his plan perfectly. First the uprising, then the uprising fearing for their lives... It is now time to launch phase three of his plan...

DoD -1 week.

Toules, Paris, Orleans.

All the French cities finally had the resources to declare their independece. But they also allowed Chinese soldiers through their ports.

Tis a sad day for the English. Their Northern cities were either occupied by the Chinese, or partially razed down from the Chinese bombardment.

The English were holding out, and will make this very miserable for the Chinese. If the English die, so do the Chinese. A number of rioters are already making the Chinese life miserable.

And the English still had their Man'O'wars at their control.

Or so they thought they did.

"My majesty! Our mighty fleet of Man'O'wars are sailing their way home for resupply and repairs" was the harbourmaster informing Queen Elizebth.

The Man'O'wars that were battling the meek Chinese navy were returning home after a battle staged between a large number of Chinese supply vessels, sinking many months of supplies for the Chinese army.

Of course the Queen was overjoyed. This was the break they needed to get out of the war with the Chinese was finally at their hands! All the queen needed now was to grab, and claim it for her own.

But the Man'O'wars were carrying more than just treasures and stories of their journey.

And the white masts slowly slinked their way into the London Harbour, where many crowded to see the site. Man'O'wars, Galleys, carracks, frigates...

A grand site to see so many vessels.

But the cannon covers opened, and within a few seconds, the London harbour, long protected from the outside with mighty walls, was covered in soot, dust, and destruction.

Fires sprang up as the Man'O'wars turned against their allies, and fired into fellow frigates and ships that were not part of the fleet that sailed in.

To the English Queen's horror, it was the Chinese.

She couldn't believe, how could they take over their Man'O'wars, and not leak any information?

She thought to herself, a few conclusions before she settled on one.

Her man'O'wars did find the Chinese fleet, but they were boarded. Entire armies landing on ships, and taking them over in firefights and swordplay.

The Man'O'wars didn't stand much of a chance. The galleys plowing into the Man'O'wars, and boarding them.

It must have caused thousands, tens of thousands of deaths in that suicide rush.

But as she pulled away from her glass window into the burning streets below, she knew she say the face of defeat eyeing her over the horizon.

She knew she was defeated.

DoD, -2 hours, 13 minutes.

In only a couple of hours, the final forms of the defeat of England will be signed by the Queen.

Actually, the Queen was quite curious to the generosity of the Chinese. Not only did they vow to return all English cities that were captured to the English, but will also withdraw all troops stationed in England.

The only few exceptions is the handing over some sciences, the losing of over 5/6ths of their total fleet power, and not re-invading the new French Empire. As well as taking in Chinese 'settlers' at a greater pace then before.

She was distressed. Where did England go wrong?

General Duke entered her ready room.

"My lady, the Chinese Ambassador has arrived..." was what he said.

It could have been worse.

English DoD, +6 days.

Mao was happy. Not only did he stave off the overpopulation problem a bit more longer, he also had a fleet that nobody could compare to!

The Zulu's were land warriors, and don't know the difference between the main mast from the rudder.

The Russians were defeated, and their navy was taken. Catherine is more interested in the Indians then on the seas.

The English lost their fleet to... Well, you know the rest of that story.

And the Anklodians... They had no real fleet. The entire gallery perhaps, here and there?

He smirked.

He staved off his overpopulation for now, but he most settle new lands, and secure them this time.

He turned to the Anklodians.

The same Anklodians that the Spanish will invade soon...

It could have been worse, he thought.

He could have only gotten one half of the English fleet!
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Good one! Nice switcheroo on the Chinese arming the French like the English with the Russians. Hope you're feeling better.
I'm coming down with something too so I might be delayed a bit in actually posting my next section (although I have it already all figured out in my head.) Also, my computer is having some serious trouble - it's just so wacked out I might have to reformat it.
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I'll be editing this post here and the next one to insert the story.

The storyline I'm thinking of is split into two sections (sortof) so I grabbed the next post too so that when I finish editing them, you can read them both in one shot.

Like the posts I've been hinting at before, it's going to be the meat of the Spanish Invasion of Anklodus, (the Reyanaldo vs. Sanchez duel), fleshing out Naldo's story in the defense of Anklodus + the thing with Elwyn's pregnancy... and an intro to "Kyros", the southern Anklodian lands where reconstruction of old Roman ruins and the influx of Zulu/French/English/Chinese/Spanish immigrants over the next few centuries leads to a curious thing... hope to post really soon -don't wanna keep you in suspense too long!


------here is part of the first section I'm posting ------


"Now, if you look over here, you'll see what at first glance appears to be just another stone." The professor pointed to a one metre high mottled pink and grey granite sitting on top of the windswept bluff. The sun blazed in the brilliant cloudless blue sky and warmed the huddled cluster of students. The sounds of distant waves breaking below and the taste of the sea-breeze made this an inviting place, despite its darkened history.

"It is not just a stone. It is an ancient memorial. How many of you know its significance?"

Not one of the students raised a hand. The professor stared at them incredulously. His surprise turned to a look of disgust and anger.

"You mean to tell me that not one of you has read chapter four of Jocan's Civilization? I assigned that reading over a month ago!"

The students stared at their feet.

"What is this, grade two again? You're University students! Take some responsibility already!" The professor was a graying man of sixty who walked with a limp and had heart surgery three times already, but he still managed to intimidate the entire group of thirty undergraduates.

"The University of Beijing and the Historical Society of Anklodus didn't organize this exchange just for fun! You're here on studies! Because of your laziness, I'm going to have to spend the entire morning reviewing the relevant portions of that chapter. There's no point in seeing these artifacts and places if you've no sense of why they're significant. We'll have to cut your afternoon market time short to cover the rest of the town's history."

A subdued groan went through the crowd, but no one challenged the professor.

The professor continued, "We will, of course, be having dinner in one of the local restaurants. It's important that you get a sense of the local fare. I'm highly disappointed that you won't get to spend more time in the market - there are some exquisite pieces there. Next time do your readings."

The students glumly followed their professor to the stone memorial.

"Now, Mr. Henderson, would you please remind us all of what era we are talking about."

"Um... the Age of Armadas?"

"Thank you. Your confidence overwhelms me." The professor turned his back to the students and folded his hands behind him. "Ms. Chen, remind us of the historical event that concerns this memorial."

"The...uh... um, well, it's the... uh..."

"I see. Ms. Lim, perhaps you know?"

"The Spanish Invasion sir."

"Thank you. Split up into small groups and take fifteen minutes to explore the nearby area. Look both high and low. Make observations and report back here with any conclusions you've arrived at."

Jack Henderson and Jillian Chen shuffled off up the hill to find their buddy Chandra Gupta. Too bad he was already teamed up with Esther Lim. That brown-noser Esther always snagged Chandra at first chance. Jack and Jill were childhood friends of Chandra's and couldn't see why Chandra tolerated that insufferable snob Esther. Of course, they did have to admit she was the only one in Chandra's intellectual league - the only two in the whole class that the professor ever praised. Well, they'd just have to look around without Chandra's help and see if they could figure anything out. Even Chandra and Esther were regretting not reading that chapter. They had no idea what the professor was looking for, but that set of four ancient wooden posts by the cliff's edge might be a start.

***

Hacik raced up the path. It was always hard running through the sandy part but the dirt was packed down better in the section near the bluff and he'd be able to make up some time. He wasn't sure how late he was, but when he woke up, the top bulb of hourglass had already been emptied. He was too tired for running but he knew it was his duty to be on watch this time. His friend Udam had already covered his last two watches and it wasn't a good way to repay the favour by being late to relieve him. None of the boys liked watch duty and their four hour shifts were the low points of the week. Going out to the windy and isolated tower to watch for a threat that never came seemed a poor alternative to playing stickball with the rest of the village boys. Hacik looked up at top of the bluff where the wooden watchtower stood. It was pretty far but it looked like there was still someone up at the top of the tower. He only hoped that Udam wouldn't be too angry with him. He sped on up the hill.

***

“Lieutenant, is it clear?”
The lieutenant nodded. The bosun shuffled past him into the empty galley. The Chaplain was sitting at a bench fingering his rosary beads. The bosun nervously sat down beside him.

"Chaplain, I am not sure this is wise."

"Keep your voice down bosun. There's no one here but the three of us. Plus the cook, but he's one of ours."

"But the consequences! I trust the Commander but the Admiral is a dangerous person to cross!"

"We are a thousand leagues from Spain, and Commander Reynaldo holds the authority on this ship. The Admiral may outrank him and he may be very dangerous, but at sea, he is at our mercy. Should these marines kill us all, who would pilot the ship? Not one of them is qualified, not even the Admiral."

"How can you be sure of that? He is an Admiral, and the Marines are navy-trained - "

" - to assault shorelines. Not sail ships. They need us and they know it. All the same, when we reach shore, they’ll no longer simply be baggage. That’s why I’ve called you here. They won’t be a tenth as civilized then as they are now and they’ll hold a grudge. You remember last time. We’ll need to be prepared. You know what I’m asking you to do... "

"We are not warriors! We are sailors! We cannot hope to restrain these men when they’re free of the ship. Is it worth . "

"Think of the Commander then. Notice that we’re the only ship without a Captain? Despite his being the de facto Captain of this ship, his enemies have blocked his official promotion. Those same enemies have been trying to get him shuffled to another ship for some time. Only the Commander’s reputation and his political savvy have prevented us all from being cast to the winds. We owe him so much. Everywhere else, our heritage makes us anathema, but Commander Reynaldo treats us as though we were purebloods. This ship is a sanctuary but it will not be one if we betray our principles for what is expedient!"

The bosun looked at him. The chaplain couldn’t be more than a few years older than him. He looked decades older, but the intensity in his eyes was still that of a young man’s.

"All the same, perhaps a back-up plan is in order?"

"You know the Commander as well as I do. When don't we ever have a back-up plan? Your cover-story is already being put into place."

The bosun cracked a smile. It would be a difficult task, but he was working with the most dedicated crew in the Spanish fleet and they were the very best.

***

Hacik scampered up the last leg of the path before the top of the bluff opened up before him. The woods blocked out sight of the village and even the path he had just come out from. Up ahead, he could see Udam perched on the wooden tower peering intently out to sea. He called out but it seemed Udam wasn't listening. Perhaps he was truly angry. Hacik scurried up to the rough-hewn rungs and clambered onto the observation deck. Udam wasn't paying any attention to Hacik. Was he asleep or just ignoring him?

Hacik started with an apology but Udam held up his hand. There was hardly room for the stout Udam even with his legs hanging off the side, Hacik's skinny frame just managed to squeeze onto the platform. Wordlessly, Udam handed him the spyglass. Another one of Recife's inventions, this particular spyglass was made by Recife's son, Ryland, also a reknowned inventor. Hacik brought the glass up to his eye and looked out to where it seemed Udam was concentrating.

Nothing. He panned to the left. Still nothing. He panned to the right. Nothing. No, wait. What was that? A blip in the horizon. A small triangular shape protuding from the sea into the sky. Tiny, almost invisible against the bright sky, but Hacik could swear it looked like a sail. And then he saw another shape, a little smaller, to the right. Another ship! And another!

"I counted four. They appeared about an hour ago. That reminds me, you're late." Udam said it without any anger in his voice. There was a touch of puzzlement in his voice, as though he had just realized he had spent an extra hour on duty without noticing it.

"There's five now." Hacik was still looking through the spy glass.

"What should we do?" Udam turned to look at Hacik.

"I don't know. They tell us every year what the procedures are, but I can't remember - I never expected to ever have to use them!" Hacik was just as stupefied. Whose ships were those? And what were their intentions?

Hacik brightened. "I suppose we should light the fire. That's what we're supposed to do when seeing ships, right? We could be heroes!"

"Well, that's for a military threat or emergency. We don't know anything about these ships. Maybe we should call one of the elders to see."

"It'll take those old farts hours to get up here! Those ships could get here any second and we'll be overrun by barbarians!"

"Don't let your imagination run away with your Hacik. Those ships are a good half day's journey from here. Besides, remember that the fire gets lit on this platform. That means our warning signal to the rest of the Republic consumes our best means of watching the ships. We won't be able to keep track of the ships as well without the tower. Plus, the signal's hard to see in the day and the watchers on the next tower might not be paying much attention either."

Well, what do we do? We gotta do something!"

***

"Sir, the advance fleet has sighted the coast. They are attempting to stay far enough to avoid detection while still probing for the correct landing points marked out on the charts. "

"Good. We'll be there in about two days then. I've had enough of this hellhole. Get the men out on deck and start practicing loading and firing. Inform Commander Reynaldo and send a reply to the advance fleet to be prepared for our arrival."

Admiral Sanchez watched the colonel retreat to the holds. Over the last few days, a series of incidents occurred that severely aggravated the marines. Some supplies of powder had become wetted and useless. Several containers of bullets had been lost – dumped overboard by accident claimed the bosun. The main armory had been flooded and some rifles damaged. A few rifles even had their socket bayonets rusted in place. Bronze was preferred for marine use but it was far too heavy in comparison to the lighter and stronger iron barrels. Sanchez didn’t want his men unnecessarily burdened. He had intended to march them quite hard. He was beginning to regret his decision. Some of the marines were also feeling ill. It was far too early for the standard pre-battle sickness. He suspected a few were just constant complainers, but there were altogether too many sick men to ignore.

Sanchez suspected the crew might have had something to do with this, especially after the fights almost broke out between the marines and the crew. He particularly suspected the bosun (*boatswain, in charge of ship’s hull & supplies) and the outspoken Chaplain, but Commander Reynaldo considered the accusations completely unfounded. The man had a fantastic reputation, but the Admiral was beginning to have doubts about Reynaldo's loyalty. Just in case, he decided to send off another message, to Commander Guavarez of the SS Madrid. Admiral Sanchez always had a back-up plan.

***

"Now that we've confirmed the reports, we have perhaps a day or so before those ships arrive. They are only half a day's sail from here, but it seems they are holding off approaching any closer. They may be waiting for more ships, or to approach by night, but for whatever reason, we've likely got until tonight before they arrive."

Argraves, the chairman of the Havensport council, looked at the seven other men gathered in his living room. They were all looking intently at him. Four of them seemed quite shocked. Only Jason the blacksmith, Nyllind the shipwright and Radagas the butcher seemed to have their heads on straight.

He continued, "We don't know their intentions, but we should be prepared to meet a hostile force. They've now sighted twelve ships total. They seem to be small, fast ships, but we can't be certain. We also don't know how many will be following them. "

"I think we should request a second regiment. We've only got the one here and they're mostly made up of folks who haven't seen battle their entire lives."

"Yes, a veteran regiment from the Zulu wars would be good. They'd know how to handle a threat."

"And one of those new musket regiments too!"

"Those things aren't proven! We've never seen them in battle before. None of the Republic has."

"I hear they've proven quite devastating in the Russo-Zulu war and the English are quite fond of them too."

"Continents away! It could be all hearsay!"

"Well now, the Council of Citadel wouldn't have equipped eight regiments with these muskets at huge cost if they weren't useful."

"The Council has been wrong before."

"Still, since our taxes went to pay for them, why not have them send a regiment anyways? I'm sure they'd be eager to see how well they fare."

"Well, just be sure to ask for a few regular regiments of swordsmen too, alright?"

"Alright, sounds good. Argraves, are you getting this down?"

"Yes. The carrier pigeon should get to citadel within a few hours. We might not get a reply until those ships have already landed. But it will still be good to know how long we might have to hold out for before reinforcements arrive. Radagas, you've already alerted the garrison?"

"Yes, just before this meeting. I guess I'd better get started calling up the reserves too."

"Good. And Argraves, add a catapult or something to that list. Maybe we could sink some ships with it?"

"Alright Nyllind. Will do. Now what can you do for ships and the harbour?"

"Well, as you already know, we haven't got any military ships around. We've just been doing local trade and none of our ships are equipped to venture far from the coast. As for the harbour, I think I can set something up to secure it against hostile ships landing. "

"Good, go to it. Jason, you know what to do."

Radagas and Nyllind rushed off to take care of their tasks. Jason called upon his assistants and then proceeded to his smithery to see what weapons they could forge. The rest of the council argued quietly amongst themselves as to what to do next. Argraves completed the letter and took it to the pigeon-roost. He then called Udam and Hacik. If the letter didn't arrive in time, or the pigeon was waylaid... he couldn't take that chance.

"Light the fire."

***

The people of Havensport waited in nervous anticipation. The sails had not gotten any closer in the last two days. Their initial panic was beginning to give way to a sense of having overreacted. What if the ships left? Or if they were friendly trading vessels? Then arriving reinforcements might not be pleased at having to march halfway across the continent for no reason. Argraves was feeling especially sheepish. Jason and his assistants were still hard at work in his shop forging swords and spears from farm implements. Nyllind was busy down with the dockworkers working on some elaborate scheme. Radagas was still urging the local garrison commander to help train more recruits. One regular regiment was not enough. Radagas wanted to conscript every able-bodied man into three reserve regiments. People were beginning to talk of boycotting Radagas' shop. The man was making outrageous demands and his "vigilance" was bordering on paranoia. Even Argraves was beginning to agree that this might be a time for level-headed calm. He didn't need Radagas stirring up panic.

Radagas was the most unpopular man in town that third day, until Udam reported another two dozen ships sighted.

***

“You see, even today, the town of Havensport remains a smallish community. The harbour took a good twenty years to rebuild. Extremely slow, even for ancient standards, but there was little motivation to rebuild it compared to some of the other projects underway. There has never been much trade along this coast, especially since the Spanish ships were unwelcome for nearly a century. By the time trade picked up again, the newly founded cities on the southern coast had picked up the bulk of trade. The steam ships weren’t subject to the prevailing winds and for them, it was nearly a week’s shorter trip to the Spanish mainland. As you can see from the - ” The professor droned on.

Jack, Jillian, and Chandra were huddled near the edge of the cliff where the professor was pointing at various indistinguishable spots out in the ocean.

“I wish he’d shut up already. We’ve been here for three hours already. I really have to go.”

“There’s always the bushes.”

“It’s too windy to be ill-equipped for point and shoot.”

“Will you two shut up already? He’s just starting to get to the good part. Looks like it’s going to be at least another half-hour here, Jill. But it sounds like we’ll be moving in to the town to see the rest of the sites.” Chandra was exasperated at his two friends. Sure they were top students with him at Canterbury High, but how they managed to stay in Beijing U’s elite History program when they were such slackers was beyond him.

***


More is coming. This is just the tip of the iceberg.
Soon, the attack.
Then the duel.
Then we return to the professor and his exchange students.

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Post #2. See above.
to be edited soon so that there is a storyline here instead of this blurb.
Hopefully by tomorrow night.

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Hah! I can't believe I actually thought I was going to have that written then!

But here it is, after many weeks of deliberation...

--- The Duel ---


The marine held the blade to Hacik's throat loosely. The Spanish marines kept their daggers in excellent condition and the slightest touch would be more than enough to end the boy's life. The marine held no personal animosity towards the boy, but neither did his conscience bother him at the thought of killing an unarmed boy.

Nearby a cluster of villagers were surrounded by the bayonets of thirty Spanish marines. Bodies were scattered in the street, victims of the bombardment and of the invisible Spanish arrows that punched holes through flesh and armour alike. Perhaps three or four marines had been killed by Anklodian arrows. Perhaps a dozen more by the musketfire of the new Anklodian regiment as the Spanish advanced on the town. The villagers cheered mightily. But the Spanish rifles outranged muskets threefold. The return fire was devastating. The Anklodian line blocking the path to the city broke. As the Anklodian defenders fell in heaps before the Spanish gunfire, Radagast pulled off a clever retreat firing from the cover of the nearby woods, forcing the marines to charge into woods as well. Radagas had then led the remaining swordsmen in a valiant charge in an attempt to overwhelm the marines before they could reload. He hadn't counted on the enormous time difference between the Anklodian muzzle-loading muskets and the Spanish breech-loading rifles. The few swordsmen that reached the Spanish line met a solid wall of bayonets. Sanchez himself killed twelve in that clash, including Radagas. Now, he stood in the town square directly across from the smoldering ruins of Radagas butcher shop.

Argraves stood apart, his weary body sagging even as he tried to maintain his dignity. A large gash ran down the side of his face where the marines had clubbed him in a brief struggle. Stripped of his clothes, he stood before the richly garbed Admiral Sanchez.

"Again, I ask you, where will the reinforcements be coming from? The North road or the South one? Shall another die needlessly?"

The translator was no native to the language, but he managed to convey Sanchez's meaning to the Anklodians. Body language took care of the rest. Argraves knew Sanchez was deadly serious. He had already killed two other villagers in an attempt to extract information from Argraves but Argraves had held firm. He knew what kind of destructive power this Sanchez wielded and he would not see it used against the rest of his countrymen. He could not betray the route that the reinforcements were taking.

But against the life of a child? Of Hacik? Who he knew since he was born? Whose parents he had introduced at a festival thirteen years ago? He wondered at how the boy could remain so calm, knowing that his life was soon to be taken from him.

But Hacik had no concern for himself. He could feel the cold blade resting lightly on his skin and the tight grip of the marine on his arm. In front of him, Argraves was standing naked in the town square amongst a pile of dead bodies and burnt buildings. The marines were rounding up any villagers they found hiding and herding them into the town square. The Spanish leader, Sanchez, paced back and forth in front of the villagers awaiting a response from Argraves. His eyes took all of this in, but he did not see it. All he could see was his friend Udam running towards him and then his neck exploding in a mist of red. The cheerful face that had told him many a campfire story was gone. He remembered his friend's body continuing towards him for a second even as his head sharply snapped sideways. His stout legs failed him for the first time Hacik could ever remember and Hacik ashamedly remembered thinking that he could no longer rely on his large friend to help him carry the wellwater. Udam's body collapsed in the dusty road and Hacik was whisked away by Argraves towards the centre of the town where a last ditch defense was being put up. No, this was not the way it was supposed to be. The two boys had spent their entire lives dreaming of having something out of the ordinary happen to their quiet little village, and they were even a little excited when they volunteered to run messages between the garrison commander and the commander of the new musketeer regiment. Hacik had even dreamed of a being presented with a shiny gold medal of valour from General Naldo himself. But now, his life would end here and that would be fine by him. It wouldn't be fair to Udam if he lived to get a medal.

In fact, Hacik could see his friend waving happily to him from the afterlife, where the Angels had adorned him with a dozen medals for his sacrifice for his village...

"Admiral, I must protest. He is only a boy."

All eyes turned to look at the speaker. The villagers couldn't understand the words, but they noticed the effect on the Spanish soldiers and their leader. Sanchez stopped dead in his tracks.

"Incredible. Simply incredible. A Commander wishes to tell an Admiral what to do." Sanchez did not bother to look at Reynaldo. "Go back to your ship and I will overlook your insolence this time."

"Admir-"

Sanchez cut him off. "Don't bother Commander. I'll see you court-martialed for obstruction. Make a note of that, Colonel." The Colonel hesitated. It would be hard to make such a frivolous charge stick against Reynaldo with so many witnesses around.

"Do it!" Sanchez barked at his Colonel.

"Very well then, if I'll be on trial in any case, then I shall speak my mind." Reynaldo chose his words carefully. "I now make a formal complaint against the Admiral's conduct in this campaign on the grounds of bringing dishonour to the Crown."

Sanchez whirled. "You accuse me of bringing dishonour to the Crown?!!"

Sanchez was aghast. No one without superior rank or political connections had ever dared rebuke him, much less level that charge against him. "You? You who are a mongrel amongst his betters? Yes! I know your secret, Reynaldo! I had overlooked it because you served with distinction, but you have sealed your own fate! You'll never be accepted in the Spain again. I'll see you exiled for this!"

Sanchez turned his back to Reynaldo. He asked Argraves once more. An uneasy silence followed, and before anyone else could act, Hacik's life drained out of his tiny body and fell to the dusty ground where it gathered in a dark red pool by the marine's boots.

Reynaldo hardened his gaze and spoke with measured tones.
"Admiral Sanchez! Against my better judgement, you ordered a full bombardment of this town, needlessly killing dozens of villagers, and destroying the very harbour we needed to make a landing. Instead, you forced us to very nearly beach our ship so you could land the marines without drowning them. Then, after the defending soldiers had already surrendered, you lined them up and executed them. You even cut down the villagers though they were unarmed. You set fire to the mill where only women and children were hiding and shot anyone who dared escape the flames. You have needlessly ordered the deaths of hundreds. You have killed two others in cold blood and now, you have taken the life of child. Your barbarism knows no bounds. It ends now. I declare you unfit for command!" Reynaldo spat out the last sentence with vehemence.

"So! We finally see where the famous Commander Reynaldo stands. He favours these dogs over his own people, his own country, his own Crown!"

Sanchez's turned to face Reynaldo, a smile of satisfaction on his lips. "No, no, Reynaldo. Do not attempt to explain your warped ideas of human worth. I understand now. I have had my suspicions for some time and now I need no more proof. You seek to undermine my authority and have acted against the best interests of this expedition and our glorious nation."

"Add sedition to the charges, Colonel. I'll see you hanged for this Reynaldo." Sanchez signaled his men. "Arrest him."

Two marines stepped towards him and Reynaldo's blade flashed out of its scabbard. They took a quick step back and raised their bayonets. The rest of the marines pointed their barrels at Reynaldo and the few crew members who had accompanied him.

"Let them go. They have nothing to do with this." Reynaldo held Sanchez' gaze.

"We won't leave without you, Captain." The Chaplain had spoken but all six crew members nodded in agreement. Loyal beyond measure, these sea dogs were past their prime but years of experience had them at the ready. Their pistols were already leveled with the marines, their swords poised, and legs crouched for a mad dash to cover. They were not soldiers like the marines, they were seriously outnumbered, and they were surrounded on all sides but something in their eyes warned the marines about treating them too lightly. Even a sailor knows how to fight, and these men had served under the very formidable Reynaldo for decades. These marines were young and brash, trained in the deadliest fighting techniques, but in their brief time aboard the ship, they had seen these sailors hold their own.

Sanchez signalled his men. The marines cocked their rifles, and Reynaldo's men silently prayed. Six, plus their commander, against thirty odd marines. They would not get out of this alive.

Reynaldo made one more effort.

"This is between you and me. Let my crew go."

"Why should I? You are all traitors to the crown and deserve to be hanged."

"We'll fight! and you'll lose some of your marines for sure! On top of that, my ship has orders to call a general retreat. It is the flagship if you recall. We can cause a lot of trouble, especially as we can sink all the supply and transport ships before they even know they're under attack. Unless my men and I return safely to our ship, your expedition will suffer greatly."

"Your pathetic threats won't save you. I've already countered that threat. The SS Madrid under Commander Guavarez has been
assigned to keep watch over your ship."

"Then I suppose it's too bad the Madrid is grounded on a sandbar, isn't it? Or did you forget that little detail when you ordered the Madrid to get closer to shore for heavier bombardment?" Reynaldo enjoyed reminding the Admiral of his blunder.

Sanchez paused.
"Well, well. You're quite the troublemaker. But I'll not let you hinder this expedition any longer!"

"Then let us strike a deal!"

"I do not make deals with traitors."

"You will be the traitor when news gets back to Spain that you foolishly allowed a mutiny in the ranks when you had a chance to avoid it!"

"Silence! Kill these traitors!"

Reynaldo made one last attempt.
"Coward! You send your lackeys to battle while you stay safe from my blade!"

That was it.

"Very well, dog! You think you can match my swordsmanship?" Sanchez gripped the hilt of his jewel encrusted sword. The marines backed off. Reynaldo waved his crew back. This was just between the two of them.

"A one-legged baboon could defeat you." he said with a smile.

"You shall meet your maker!" Sanchez snarled. With a lightning quick motion he covered the ten paces to Reynaldo. His sword whistled as it flew out of its scabbard towards Reynaldo's heart.

Reynaldo's own blade countered easily. He punched it upwards and slashed downwards to the left across Sanchez's chest. The Admiral had barely lept back in time. A small string of fabric fell gently to the ground.

Sanchez stepped back carefully to put six paces between himself and Reynaldo. He had underestimated Reynaldo but he could not back out now and hope to save face. Besides, now that he knew his opponent's ability, he considered his first attack clumsy and ill-advised. He would not make the same mistake again.

He studied Reynaldo carefully. Reynaldo's stance was steady, with the weight slightly on the left leg. He held his blade low and with two hands, swinging it slightly from side to side. The blade was slightly shorter than his own, and with fewer ornaments, but a very high quality steel. He had no doubts about it's sharpness either.

It was more rigid than his own, and the whip-like tactics that Sanchez preferred might be useful against it. His own, more flexible blade, might just reach around Reynaldo's defense. He doubted he could get a killing blow in like that, but tagging the sailor's arms a few times would slow him down.

He was still considering his best approach for an attack when Reynaldo struck. He had crossed the six paces in an instant and lay upon the Admiral with a quick set of three short downward slashes and a muted thrust to the head. Sanchez had parried the attacks while retreating. He had been caught by surprise and the retreat had been instinctual. He could feel his cheeks burning at the humiliation of being driven back by this mongrel. Unfortunately for him, Reynaldo did not let up. Two slashes to the midsection, a low attack followed by a rushing thrust forced the Admiral to retreat hastily and put some distance between the two.

Reynaldo grinned. He had the upper hand, having studied the Admiral practicing on board. He felt a bit slower than usual, probably due to lack of recent practice, and the Admiral was still unharmed, but he had humiliated the man in front of his own men.

Reynaldo stepped into another attack sequence but this time the Admiral was ready. Sanchez stepped into Reynaldo's attack, not only deflecting the attack but punching the sword away with the base of his own. Sanchez knew that Reynaldo's stiff blade could be unbalanced this way, unlike his own supple sword that would bend to absorb the shock. Thrown off balance, Sanchez' next attack nearly ended it for Reynaldo. Sanchez had calculated the thrust carefully to strike home even if Reynaldo lept backwards. But he didn't. Instead, he had dropped to the right, falling with his sword and taking the blade through the shoulder. It entered easily and and slid out with even less resistance. If it had been a stiffer blade, it would have torn out a section of Reynaldo's shoulder as his body dropped to the ground. Instead, it flexed and whipped back out. At the same time, Reynaldo's sword was turning back towards Sanchez. A clumsy but effective slash across the Admiral's left leg prevented him from making a killing thrust while Reynaldo rolled defenselessly away.

But the Admiral knew he had the advantage and pressed his attack. Reynaldo's slash had not taken any tendons, and the Admiral was still mobile. Blood streamed from the wound as the Admiral raced towards Reynaldo's rising form. A diagonal slash downwards was deflected but the next one could not be completely avoided. He had scored a second hit, on Reynaldo's left arm. The third attack pinked his wrist and the fourth nearly took his ear. Somehow Reynaldo managed to avoid the next three attacks and clamber to his feet to counter. Sanchez had over extended himself and now Reynaldo was using a very risky rolling attack. By forcing a certain type of block, Reynaldo used his own sword to direct Sanchez's blade down towards the ground. He swung his body around to deliver a devastating elbow to the head. Sanchez reeled backwards and slashed blindly to keep Reynaldo away. The whiplike blade was very good for this tactic, and luck must have been on his side too - for Reynaldo could not close in no matter his approach. Recovering his balance, Sanchez was still stunned by the attack. Punches and kicks were highly unconvential. It seems these sailors have their own little tricks. Very well, he had his own as well.

--- to be continued ---

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I have been absent from the forums for the last few days but today I thought I would come and check on our creation and I must say I am very pleased. I'm sorry that I didn't contribute very much. Thanks to all that did contribute making this a very interesting story. You guys are great! I was smiling through the whole read.
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My bad!
I feel like I've killed this thread by overposting and trying to reserve a section for a post that has gotten really bogged down.
I'm still writing the duel, but please, I hope this isn't stopping anyone else from writing a story continuation on the other dozen storylines going on.

Apologies all around. I will try to finish up my story section too. Then I will take a 4 week break before coming back.
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Halo everybody, Im thinking of posting here but I,ll need to get my bearings on how fast things go on this thread

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Captain; You are not posting too much! If it's good, let it out!
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This story has evolved fairly well, if quickly.
The problem is that it has barely covered a hundred years since the founding of Rome.
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Pretty please don't rush into the World Wars yet!
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I want to introduce SEVERAL new civs, trust me, they're not in anyone else's plans (This may be wishful thinking, though I think I know who the 'other' civ on the Zulu-Anklodian continent will be).

Please tell me now how many is desirable.
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I won't start my story until the Elwyn story, and those of Sanchez and Reynaldo, have reached their conclusions.
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OK, I lied, I'm sorry, the thread does seem to be going a little slow, and I actually wrote that post before I even started my story!




OF THE END AND THE BEGINNING

So it came to pass that Diocletian, son of Julius Caeser and elder brother to the famed swordsman Augustus, led more than one-thousand of his people from the Roman capital only days before it fell, escaping through a series of secret tunnels dug especially for this purpose.
As they fled south, over thirty-thousand citezens joined the exodus.
All went as Diocletian had hoped, until Augustus heard of the massive fleet of galleys waiting along a four mile stretch of coast to take the exiles to Lydia, a newly dicovered land of many cultures including the friendly Greeks.
When news of the exodus reached him, Augustus flew into a rage.
"The treachery! To leave Rome to an undecided fate and flee like cowards! I renounce my 'brother'. Diocletian must be extinguished!"

The hidden Roman army in the countryside surrounding several small trading towns would not go into battle against the Zulus after all, now they would be sent to destroy these fools who had dared to disobey the Imperial Creed, stating that all Romans must fight to the last breath to save their homeland.

In order to ensure that the army would obey his orders, Augustus set rumours amongst them that those cowards who chose to run away were monotheists, those who had been oppressed for the last fifty years,
and these corrupt designs were indeed full wrought in just a week, at which time Augustus recieved word that his father had died in a duel with Naldo, the former head of the Imperial Guard.
Upon hearing this news, Augustus swore on all the gods to kill Naldo after the runaways were destroyed.
He immediately took his best legion across country to seek and destroy the heretics.

But Diocletian was aware of all that his pursuers intended, and made a plan to destroy them before they destroyed his people.

Diocletian and four-thousand of his men set to work to take full advantage of the forest in which they were now encamped.
They dug pits and set sharpened stakes within. Then they disguised them to hide them from the Augustan infantry. There were traps like this every few metres across a quarter-mile front, arranged in two lines set fifty metres apart, facing north.
Diocletian's army was organized into forty groups of about ten men each. Every group had its own standing orders.
Now all that was required was to await Augustus and his army.
The day after all had been made ready, the standards of Augustus' army were sighted and every man assumed his position.

Augustus could see the enemy, a petty band of ruffians undeserving of the tile of Roman Citizens.
The two leading cohorts (one-thousand two-hundred men) advanced to attack the small band of swordsmen opposite them, and fell headlong into the traps. Instantly, two-hundred died and upwards of eight- hundred were wounded, and the survivors pulled back, leaving the badly wounded since Diocletians men in this area began to rain arrows upon the escapees, until only thirty managed to get out of range of the arrows. Thus, Augustus, with one century of heavy swordsmen, attacked through a thin, thirty-foot deep gulley whose floor was too hard to set any traps. They immediately came under a hail of arrows. Finally, as the remaining twenty of them reached the summits on either side they quickly wiped out the fourty or so archers, who were poorly trained in the use of swords. When the fight was over, only Augustus and two others remained, one of these men Augustus sent back to tell of the successful attack and to bring reinforcements.
While augustus and the soldier waited, an arrow cascaded from the woods nearby and killed the soldier instantly. Augustus ducked instinctively and squinted in the direction the arrow had come. He saw his brother,
Diocletian, with holstered sword and bow raised, ready to fire another shot and kill Augustus. But he didn't. Instead, Diocletian approached him, lowering his bow.
"Brother! I see you are well, yet you would kill your own flesh and blood over a decision just and fair. I merely wished to give the people a chance to live and become great once again."
"Lies! All lies! You're a coward, and you have sentenced the Roman Empire to death!"
At this the two brothers fought for more than an hour, continually parrying and dodging one anothers strikes, but Augustus was the greater warrior, and with a final desperate blow he struck Diocletian in the upper shoulder with his sword.
Diocletian doubled up and fell, but before Augustus got the satisfaction of killing his own kin, he was struck by an arrow and killed instantly.
At the sight of his dead brother, Diocletian summoned the strength to stand, march straight up to the archer, and beheaded him swiftly with his sword. But with his final purpose past, and his people now safe to reach the boats at their own pace, Diocletian could no longer keep himself going, and he died, alone in the wilderness, and the men whom Augustus had expected as reinforcements merely left and gave up to the Anklodians.

Here ends the first chapter in the Praetar Constantina Lidius -

The Epic Of Byzantine Lydia.



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OF CONSTANTINOPLE AND THE EMPIRE-IN-EXILE

And so the Romans-in-exile passed the land of the Russians, and went further still north, to the super-continent of Lydia.
And they passed the realms of the Greek Satraps, and the farms of the Magyars, and the fort towns of the Slavs, who were alike to the Russians, and they passed round the western fringes of Lydia and set up a great settlement. With the passing of Diocletian the people would now be ruled by the House of Constantine, known until then as the House of Tantalus, a family of Immortals related to Julius Caeser.

Now when Constantine first set foot on the land he had chosen for his new city, he declared to all present;

"Romans, brothers, long did we toil against wind and storm to bring our future here, and here shall we build a city the likes of which no one has ever seen. We shall create an image of what Rome should have been."
The cries and applauding of the crowd drowned out even the tremendous winds that moved the mountains and changed the world.
Temporary settlements were built, a watch was set, small forts, placed half a mile apart and more than two-hundred feet high guarded the construction work, and envoys were sent amongst the peoples of the lands surrounding the city site.
A great palace was built over a period of twenty years, by which time a strongly guarded city of stone was Constantine's reward for his settlement decision.
After the completion of the palace, Constantine married Taesora, an Immortal from the woods of Rome.
But dark days lay ahead, for no fledgling nation had ever yet withstood the tide of the Babylonian Empire, and their ruler,
Hamurabi the Immortal, who called himself, shah-ie-shah, king of kings.

At the end of these twenty years, Hamurabi sent twenty-thousand cataphracts to ensure his dominance in Lydia.
But their position was betrayed by the immensely tall watchtowers of the Sun and Moon, from which a particularly sharp-sighted guardsman could quite easily see one-hundred miles or more.
As they marched through the desert, they were amazed at the sight of these two towers on the horizon, which never seemed closer, even after several days of hard riding.

As they came within sight of the wall surrounding a far shorter watchtower (in fact one of the old towers from when the Romans-in-exile had landed) they were beset by great cascades of arrows coming from the tower and almost any other crevasse in which a man could hide with bow and sword. In just one hour they were almost destroyed, less than one-thousand of them escaping, and most of these unarmed. Where they should go now, they did not know, the city of Ankara from which they had come would soon revolt when news of the defeat reached them.


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Hey Matthew,

Thanks for posting. You've made a great addition to the story.

As for:
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This story has evolved fairly well, if quickly.
The problem is that it has barely covered a hundred years since the founding of Rome.
we've already gone far past 100 years, unless the civs can build up their civs, go through countless revolutions, go from iron to gunpowder in that short period of time...

How many civs were you planning on adding? Make sure that they're not already there.

For the Russians you put in, are those the Russians in the western continent (the one with the Indians?)

Sticking to the Civ3 civs would be quite beneficial. As it is, we've only used about 10 of them up so far.

Sorry for the rant, but these were the things that I felt needed some clarification.

Also, for EVERYONE ELSE, I'm sorry about not posting the Russian/Indian continuation, but I have been quite busy... *Stupid work...* All work and no play makes ElDiablo something something...
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They were the same Russians indeed.
Although about the civilization thing, I hve chosen to use, on the northern continent, The Byzantines, Babylonians, Assyrians, Turks, Greeks, and Maybe the Arabians, with the Mexicans coming into the story later on (Spanish settlement).

The number of Revolutions and events that have so quickly passed by are exactly the problem, the Russian invasion was fifty years after the fall of Rome at the most.

But hey, it's only a story, and wer'e obviously not supposed to take iot seriously, which is why I decided to ask if we could maybe agree on some spaces between past events. We needn,t edit past posts, that probably is excessive, only I have a plan for the Byzantines which requires them to last many centuries and yet die out at about the time the story has now reached.


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Hey Matthew,

If u look @ the middle of page 1, Captain's put in a map of the world so far...so, ur gonna have to ADD in a northern continent to use.
Also, you're gonna have to write about the Russians colonizing this northern continent...
Wow, this really is a battle-happy world!
I'm sure we can agree on the times between posts...I've been meanin to go through everything and write a small history of the world until "present times" so everyone knows what's goin on, but I haven't had the time to yet.
As far as I know, El is Masculine for "the" and Diablo is the masculine version of "Devil". Somebody want to correct me if I'm wrong??
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Yup, I like how the story went on their Mathew

Sorry, been busy for the last little while, nearly every weekend I was either resting, working on my website, been sick, or been to camp...

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I don't actually play Civ3 (I'm a CTPer) but I just had to say firstly that this is great, and also:

I think you can just about get away with this new continent if you're carful. I don't have a copy of a map editor installed right now, but I'll try to describe my intent:

Extend the Chinese west into their inhospitable icy region, put the Indians to the north of them, connected to the southwest corner of the Russian continent but seperated from the Chinese continent by the sea. Then add a channel north of the Russian continent along which the Romans-in-exile fled to the Babylonian continent which begins to the west of the Russian's land and extends further west and south around the Indians (I fear it would strain the geography too much to put it any further north). Now insert the Spanish land in that black region (it's black on Captain's map) to the southeast of the Anklodians, and I think that's just about enough so we can join the world around at that point, putting the old Aztec land between the Spanish and the Babylonian continent, possibly connected to one or both.

That Babylonian continent is going to have to be pretty big to cope with all those civs you wanted so you'd be hard pressed to squeeze any more places out.

This would add a new thing to think about - perhaps an invasion of the Spanish eastern border by whoever's left in the Babylonian continent after Matthew's finished with them will strain the supplies to the Anklodian invasion.
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I've already made a rough map, but I made it in paint.

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The closest thing to the Chinese should really be the English or French, the rest is very good, and the Russian Channel is spot on!

I think it's high time I continued my story heh?






OF CONSTANTINOPLE AND THE EMPIRE-IN-EXILE
PART TWO - The First Great War

It was dusk on the twentieth day of the twentieth year since the founding of Romanae Remembrae and Constantonople, and the First battle against the Babylonians was to be celebrated most excessively for a period of three months.
Dark designs were afoot, however, and on the twentieth day of the celebrations a so-called protection army of Babylonian archers and swordsmen escorting an important envoy entered the lands of the Romans-in-exile, and their leader and the envoy came before the Emperor of the Sky and the Moon, and told of their innumerable armies waiting to devour the great towers and culture of Constantinople and Romanae de Constinae.
The Emperor Constantine immediately had the commander beheaded and said to the envoy; "Go now, undying enemy, but know that however hard you try, you shall never overturn the Empire of The Sky."
"And what are you to tell your faithful subjects if you should fail to hold us off."
"I shall leave my kingdom and destroy Babylon by myself."
At this the envoy left hurriedly, and the secret army left also, to gather strength from all over the Babylonian Empire.
After three months, all was ready, and the great host of Babylonia fell upon the Empire of the Sky and destroyed all who stayed them.
But the Emperor Constantine had not turned a blind eye to the threat, and the great hidden armies of Romanae Remembrae were swollen to fully three times their earlier size, and the watch in all the Towers-of-Guard was doubled, with reserves in hidden places all over the deserts south of the city, ready to attack any invader from the rear.

And so, on the fiftieth day since the closing of the celebrations, a
mighty Babylonian army was sighted by the Guard-Of-The-Tower upon the Towers of The Sun and The Moon.
They came in many hosts, each numbering upwards of ten-thousand and made up, for the most part, of cataphracts and mounted archers.

The leading army consisted almost entirely of infantry with long iron swords, and as they drew within shooting range of the city walls, they held their strong shields over their heads to great effect, for they lost less than one-hundred of their number and quickly cast down the City Gates, and they scaled great ladders to reach the walls.

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OF CONSTANTINOPLE AND THE EMPIRE-IN-EXILE
PART THREE - The Battle Of Tears

And so at the gates of Constantinople began The Battle Of Tears, which savagely claimed the lives of so many Romans, and took from them their Emperor, as he fought alone upon the entrance to the Palace, killing more than twenty Babylonian swordsmen before succumbing to archers.

The battle raged fiercely, the Babylonians losing four times as many men as the Romans-in-exile. Finally, with almost all their strength drained by the fighting, the Romans fell back into their precious city, and one-hundred elite archers defended the palace for the rest of the day, finally earning a respite from the waves of Babylonian infantry at dusk.
At dawn the following day, the archers were again attacked, and by the end of the assault, had no more arrows. At this, they retreated, taking the newly discovered body of the Emperor Constantine with them.
When Hamurabi heard of this, he was overjoyed to know that victory would surely be his. The fact that, according to the messengers who would soon arrive, the flanking armies and the army following up that which had entered the city, had all ceased to exist in just one day, seemingly swallowed up by the desert, concerned him little.
On the third day of the attack into the city, the Babylonian army was at the gates to the Council Chamber and Forum, when word reached their commander that a massive Roman army was marching north and was already within sight of the city walls.
The attacking Roman army was made up almost entirely of archers trained in the rapid use of a composite bow. They could fire an arrow almost once a second, and this terrifying rate of fire was just too much for the Babylonian swordsmen opposing them, and they broke and fled into the city, and were utterly wiped out.
And so ended the Battle Of Tears, though the war was yet far from over, for the Babylonian city of Sumer was not far distant, and would be a message to all the peoples of Lydia that the Byzantine Empire -as the new Emperor Justinian called Romanae Remembrae- was not to be trifled with.

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Good so far? I hope Captain can continue his Reynaldo Sanchez story soon, my money is obviously on Reynaldo.

Eldiablo, looking forward to something about Russia and India.

Sovy, hope to hear more from you too regarding the rest of the world.
And everybody, even some Lydian civs if you want, as long as it doesn't involve the Greeks or Byzantines (Romans-in-exile), or the Magyars.


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Hey everyone, where R U?

I'll continue my story, though I have nearly finished my contributions in this style, I got the idea off The Silmarillion by JRR Tolkien, in fact the writing style is a less mature version of what is in that book.

Well. I hope to see you all soon! And how do I find out how popular this thread is,

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THE NEXT CHAPTER
OF THE FALL OF JUSTINIAN AND HAMURABI THE IMMORTAL

Justinian, son of Constantine, was hastily declared Emperor Of The Sky upon the defeat of the Babylonian armies, and he it was that would lead the Romans-in-exile against the Babylonian city of Sumer.
The expedition set out almost immedietely after Justinian's accession, and the city was left in the charge of his pregnant wife Theodora. As the great army travelled south-east through the desert they came upon the remnants of the Babylonian armies which had managed to escape the battles of the city and lands immediately to the south, and they fell upon them and wiped them out utterly. Two days later Sumer was sighted, and Justinian drew up his battle in preparation for what he new must be a harder fight than any previously.

Hamurabi had prepared also, and his catapults were now ready to destroy any infantry army before it came close enough to do battle. And so it began.
The Babylonian infantry in their line formations held their long spears at the ready as the Byzantine infantry just marched towards them, heads held high,iron helms revealing their faces, vividly portraying the grimness of the battle to come.
As the Byzantine infantry drew nigh to the Babylonian spearmen they produced their bows, aimed, and fired repeatedly, killing scores of Babylonian infantry before the catapults could even begin to fire over.
Hamurabi's faith in these machines, however, was not justified, as they often fell wide of their mark and did not do any great harm to those surrounding those who were hit. They would have been lethal against any wall of stone, but against the wall of spears and swords of Romanae Remembrae they were next to useless.
The Byzantines drove the army of Babylonia within the boundaries of Sumer and systematically wiped out all resistance, until Justinian and his junior brother Vovinian found their quarry, and fought together against the 'king-of-kings' for several minutes before Vovinian was struck such a blow that he fell, and died there and then, and Justinian fought all the harder, but in vain, for Hamurabi was no coward, and in battle he was by far the stongest warrior known to the Byzantines. He outfought, parried, and wounded Justinian twice, but finally his sword found its mark and the Emperor-Of-The-Sky died, having ruled for only eight-days.
Mamurabi was greatly wearied from the fight,and made to flee, but he was seen by an archer named Tritian, who skillfully raised his bow, and with so much care and precision, let his arrow away. It found its mark, and the king, or Overlord, died instantly, and came never back to his home city of Babylon, for his body was cremated honourably by the Byzantine army, as were all the Babylonian dead, and hymns and chants were sung for their safe passage to the after-life.
The war was now over, since Babylon suddenly had no ruler and almost no army available to continue the fight, and Theodora was now ruler of Constantinople, and Ankara, and the captured city of Sumer.
Babylonia was allowed to remain a force upon Lydia's sands, but were they to challenge the Byzantine Empire again, they would be crushed like insects.
And so the Byzantines were safe to expand their borders and their dealings with the pepole of the south, the Magyars and the Greeks, the Tartars and the Slavs, and to bring them over to the Orthodox Church to which the Emperors and Empire of the Sky subscribed.

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Oi, a bit lost, and in a writers block involving a lack of time and laziness X.x

But I like your stories, very well written!

Although, it is a bit awkward with the style spontainiouslly changing over. Oh well, diversity is what makes the story
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The Final Two Chapters
Like it says, the final two chapters of the Epic Of Byzantine Lydia,

although the story will actually go on and eventually become one small part of an international conflict, hopefully, unless this thread dies.

By the way, who is reading this? I could do with some feedback.
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OF LYDIA AND ITS REALMS - Written in 12,653 ID : 1362 TC : or Con,F 112

Lydia is the largest continent on Earth, and lies north-north west of Anklodus and Zululand. it covers an area three times that of Ruska Indja, the Indo-Russian continent, and fully six times greater than Romae Africa, the Zulu-Anklodian continent.
For the most part it is a land of deserts, but deep within the continent's heart there lies a range of mountains as high as the sky, and in a small valley surrounded by these mountains can still be found the Wanderers, an entirely Immortal race who have no dealings with mortals save for the Tartars who pass over the mountains to trade furs and silks for precious stones and gold.

To the south west can be found the city-states, or poleis, of Greece, the Byzantine city of Byzantium being in the south-western corner of the continent. In the central northern region lies the Babylonian Empire, an offshoot of the Assyrian Empire, which now possesses little of its former glory.
In the central western region lie the Magyars, fierce warriors who live under the
Byzantine Empire. They live an agricultural life, because that toughens them up for battle -as well as practising swordplay, though they do not have any interest in bows or cavalry.
The Slavs, meanwhile, are immediately to the east of the Magyars, and are allied to no-one for long. They are the ancestors of the Russian Tsardom on Ruska Indja, and are stout-hearted and grim in times of war.
In the far east of the continent lie the Chaldeans, Sassanids, Turks and Arabs. These peopl;es are currently in the process of uniting to create a state based on the principles of the prophet Muhammed, with whom this writer is not familiar, and they call their faith Islam, and they promote equality of the sexes, and science; particularly weapons and medical technologies.
The final word must be reserved for the Tartars, however, a race of bloodthirsty men who forge weapons of steel. They can defeat even well organized armies far larger than their own, as they have demonstrated against the Hoplites of Greece in days long past.
They trade only with the Arabs and the Wanderers, and can be found all over Lydia, like a virus.

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Justinian was not in fact the son of Constantine, but his nephew, his son (Aurelian) having left with Tantalus -Constantine's elder brother- to seek the aid of the Wanderers before the Babylonian invasion.
As the years passed by, the Byzantine Empire and its allies prospered greatly, until Theodora, whilst out hunting, was bitten by an Asp in an oasis, and died soon after, leaving her
twenty-year old son, Alexius, to become Emperor Of The Sky.
Upon his accession, word finally came from Tantalus and Aurelian, that they would return with an envoy from the Wanderers.
Upon their return, they were greeted delightedly by the whole city of Constantinople.
However, when Tantalus enquired as to the whereabouts of his son, Justinian, and his brother, Constantine, he was informed most solemnly by Alexius that they had both died in battle in the war against the Babylonians.
Three years after, with the threat of a new Overlord coming to power in Babylon, the order was sent for all soldiers of the Empire Of The Sky to be ready for battle within a month, in case of a Babylonian invasion.
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OF THE GRIEF OF THE EMPEROR

Alexius was the fourth Emperor of the Constinae Dinastae, and his sister Mary, having married a Magyar semi-mortal known as Korak, had given birth to a child and called her Sophia.
Sophia's leanings, whether mortal, semi-mortal, or Immortal, are not covered by this tome, for I myself do not know, and alas we are now to the present. Sophia has been kidnapped by Tartar slave traders who have killed her mother and father, and caused such great grief to the Emperor, that he has handed the throne over to his younger brother Isaac, and left the City Of The Sun to find his dear sister-daughter. Whether he can be successful or not, I do not know, but he has my blessing, and that of the people, for his journey.
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The Epic is finished! Now I shall try my hand at writing in the style established by you fine people.
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Nebuchadnezzer's Accession;

Nebuchadnezzer was shaking from head to foot. In just three minutes, he would be presented with the Sceptre of Marduk and therefore become Overlord of the People. The idea of finally being able to instigate his Poor Laws and to commence a wider exploration of the world excited him, that was not the problem.
The ritual would be performed before the entire city, and Nebuchadnezzer's eminent popularity amongst the people would mean a great deal of excessive cheering and hooting and more than one-hundred-thousand prying, expectant eyes would be entirely on him.

"My lord?" came a soft, gentle voice. "What troubles you?"
It was Sophia, Nebuchadnezzer's adopted daughter.
"This is the greatest moment of my life," retorted the Lord-to-be. "What cause have I to be troubled?"
Sophia was incredibly sharp witted for a girl of ten.
"You are sweating, I just wondered as to why you should feel intimidated by your own subjects, those whose lives you have chosen to enrich." How she managed to see not only his feelings, but their reasons also, Marduk alone knew.
He replied quite hesitantly, "You are a ray of sunshine aren't you. A word of encouragement would not be amiss on an ocasion such as this"
"What can I say that an advisor hasn't said already?" she asked pessimistically.
A tense minute between the two of them followed, the tension finally lifting when Governer Sargon entered the room through a braided doorway, which led to the high podium where the ceremony would take place.
"The high-priest awaits you My Lord," he proclaimed importantly.
"Good luck!" called Sophia as Nebuchadnezzer passed through the braided portal and ascended to the podium at a slow, measured stride.
Upon reaching the top Nebu' was greeted by the high priest, who then drew forth the sceptre from a burning log fire, and offered it to Nebu'.
"Do not accept this lightly, for there is but one thing in all the universe that decides the favour of the sceptre."
"Yes?" asked Nebu' apprehensively
"Fate. If you can wield this sceptre fresh from the elemental flame, then you are indeed a worthy successor to Hamurabi The Immortal, last of the Line of Sumeris."
The whole crowd held their breath as Nebu' reached slowly with his left arm,
and snatched the sceptre from the high-priest's hands. It did not seem hot at all.
"Here begins the Line Of Nebuchadnezzer!" cried the high-priest, and the entire city erupted with screams and joyous song-singing.
It was supposed to be the Overlord's custom to address the crowd upon his accession, but Nebu's nerve was wearing very thin indeed now.



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Hey, nice to see someone's picked up on the story. I thought this thread had died for a while there. Matthew, that's a huge continent you've invented there. How's the new map coming? How are we for a timeline too?

The first part of the duel is now written! If you want to read it, it's up above in an edited post. Fifth post from the top of this page.
I was a bit hesitant since it feels kindof melodramatic, any feedback would be great. If you don't want to clutter this thread, just PM me.

Well, I do plan on finishing the duel, as well as the Naldo storyline, and maybe eventually the Chandra thing but a combination of things has kept me out of this for a while.

In the meantime, kudos to y'all and carry on...

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Great post!

By the way, thanks for the feedback, I had thought this thread had died also,

Anyone can post a story here as long as it fits with what has gone before, indeed, maby we need to introdue some novelty value by starting a new thread and changing names to interest more people. Otherwise, I don't see how it's goanna keep going.

Oh well, C-yall Soon I Hope!

PS; I have the map finished, in a paint sort of way, I'll post it soon, although it only shows Lydia and ain't all that convincing.
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hello again,
sadly, i've been away from the story boards for quite some time,

i am wondering if I should resurrect this old story, or start a new one? i'd like to move on, but i feel a bit of obligation to provide closure to the threads i've left open, but if no one really cares, then I'll just leave it alone.

btw, read a few stories, including some of the NES series, and I have to say that cbraund is pretty good at coming up with such great ideas. also, re: Skilords NES, Sam Johnson is an awesome writer!!! He should get published! I would buy his books. I also read some of Metaliturtle's stuff, I was LMAO! and Bella Hella's Amy's Story is nice too, a different take, more personal, than a lot of the ultra-war threads where within 3 sentences half the world has been taken over. I like the approach and the writing's pretty good too. I didn't get a chance to read much else though it inspired me to look up this old thread and see if anyone had added anything.
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I forgot to mention,
Sovy, it's nice to see you're still writing in this forum, I'm glad you kept writing even though this thread died.
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