NationStates Jolt Archive

He heard a voice in the darkness that engulfed him. It boomed at him, commanding him to awake and stand. but he did not know who he was, or more specifically if he was. He could remember little and his mind quickly searched for answers, alhough that is not what he asked of it.

Bits and peices of some familiar yet forgotten language came to him. His thoughts cleared and his eyes opened to a flourescent ball of plasma burning in the sky. He attempted to prop himself up with his arms, but failed the first time, falling back onto the hardened ground. He moved his head around to the side and saw trees and grass, but not much else.

He attempted to get up again, and succeeded this time. The voice returned.

MELCHIZEDEK UNOTOU! STAND AND RECIEVE THY HOLY INSTRUCTION!

Melchezidek was taken rather aback by this, this...foriegn commandment and the underlaying sensation that something was wrong, but he was held so capitivated by the power of the Voice, that he could not waver.

THY COMMANDMENT IS TO GO FORTH AND POPULATE THIS WORLD. WORK WITH YOUR HANDS TO CULTIVATE IT AND BEND IT TO YOUR WILL. NOW GO! RETURN TO THY VILLAGE!

Melchezidek simply turned and ran, as if something inside of him commanded him to run. But he knew one thing, he remembered many things, and he knew who he was, who his people were, what his people were, and where his people were.

"Use just once and destroy."

It was around evening when he reached the outskirts of the village. He walked past farmers tending to their crops, their hoes and plows ripping up the dirt and reforming it. Further down the road he saw dozens upon dozens of mudbrick houses. He passed these and the inquisitive, sometimes wary, sometimes greeting eyes of his fellow Khristians. In the center of the town he found a large granitie spire, pointing towards the heavens. Towards the right was a shrine, and to the left a large pavillion.

A small blonde-headed girl, no more than six, came up to him and gave him a flower. "Hi, my name's Hannah, what's yours?"

Melchezidek couldn't help but smile, "I'm Melchezidek, and thank you."

Soon a larger frame appeared behind Hannah. It was a large brown-haired man, carrying two buckets of water in his hands. "I'm Matthew Izaroi, and welcome to our village. I'm not sure if there's any houses open right now, but you can stay with me until we build you one."

"Well thank you."

Melchezidek was glad he would have a place to stay, but he did not realize that this would only be the beginning of something much greater...

OOC: The random line is a lyric from a song... In fact it's the first lyric, and so in future posts, it won't seem as random.

Melchezidek waited silently with the other men of his brigade. He ran the instructions of Matthew Izaroi over in his head once more. Take your men to the city of Irimunti in the lands of the Iksos in the south. Besige the city and take it for the glory of the empire, and the glory of God who shall go with you to destroy the heretics.

He then remembered how he had met Matthew Izaroi for the first time over fifteen years ago when he had first awoken. Even at that time he had been an important figure on the Council, co-ruling two cities. Now he was solely the head of three cities, and the Izaroi Empire was slowly dominating the other kingdoms in the area.

Unbeknownest to Melchezidek, it had been over fifty years since the first group of Khristians had awakened. Since then, cities and kingdoms had risen where there was once nothing, and even one or two kingdoms had fallen. Compared to a Khristian lifetime, 50 years was a very short amount of time, but the Khristians had the human urge for speed and rapid change; to advance knowledge and borders, and to dominate over another group.

The Izaroi Empire had done all these things since Matthew Izaroi, or Emperor Matthew Izaroi had arisen to power thirteen years ago. They had learned how to master horses, make weapons and instruments out of metal, sew peices of parchement together to make books, to make coins, and to build structures efficently using columns, stone, and multiple levels. They did not accomplish all thesethings on their own, no, they took many of these things from the peoples they conquered and the peoples they engaged in battle.

Melchezidek Izumi drew his sword as a contingent of his men brought forth a battery of catapults. Melchezidek knew that the scene was the same around the encircled city. Melchezidek also knew that the Iksos would soon capitulate because their water-supply had been cut off months ago from further up the river, the banks of which the city of Irimunti was built.

"Catapults load and fire!" Melchezidek shouted. The six catapults were loaded and fired, their stones aimed for the walls of the city. Melchezidek and his men advanced, leaving the catapults and their crew behind to bombard the city mercilessly.

"Archers!" The archers ran infront of the spearsmen and swordsmen and fired their arrows towards the tops of the Iksos walls. The infantry then advanced through their ranks, protecting the archers with their shields and armor while the archers reloaded for another volley.

Tens of thousands of Izaroi soldiers marched towards the walls of the city of Irimunti while dozens of catapults bombarded the city and flaming arrows blanketed the city.

Melchezidek and his men rushed towards a breach that had opened up in the walls of the city, his archers already firing on that spot.

"Invasion of our piracy."

The spearmen crashed into the disorganized bands of militiamen that awaited them in the breach. As the spearmen plowed through them, the swordsmen finished off those who had survived the charging spearmen. With ruthless efficency the Izaroi soldiers pressed into the city, and soon Irimunti would be theirs...

It had been several years now since the city of Irimunti had fallen to Melchezidek Izumi and his troops. Many changes had taken place since then. Most of the nation that the Irimuntians had been citizens of was now under Izaroi contol. To the west, city after city was falling into the hands of the Izaroi as their armies stretched across the western world.

Perhaps it was their superior military arms, Greek Fire, their caravels and frigates, their trebuchets, and their use of odd weapons of war, like cranes.
Or perhaps it was because of their understanding of nature and their love of knowledge. The Izaroi were the Khristian equivelant of a Greek/Roman society...but this was not only limited to the Izaroi...there were other powers in the world that were growing, but it would be seen if the Izaroi should ever meet these powers.

"Afterbirth of a nation"

But these things were not on Melchezidek Izumi's mind. He was more concerned with things that had recently been haunting his dreams. Images of dark metallic shapes blotting out the sun and fire pouring from them, but he merely dismissed it as nightmares that would soon pass...Perhaps I might retire from these endless wars... he thought quietly, but soon forgot about it.