Ramissle
23-12-2004, 02:12
Transit
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The trip through the desert was always hard. The Mad Yeti MMRADS always got clogged with dust. Every tank crew personal was required to wear filters, the sand was so bad. The International Trade Center was more than 400 miles from Port Ficali. As the Third Armored Battalion was reaching the halfway point, traveling alongside Division Volans, one of the A-2 Leviathans sunk into the sand. Although it struggled to get out, two other Leviathans had to help. A deep hole was discovered where the tank had once sat. The men got out to investigate.
Uncovered
"What the hell is that?" PFC Perez said. He, along with four other men, had gotten out of there tank. "It looks like a hole. Perez, jump down there." Captain Tenora said. Perez sighed, and jumped. "You are such a kiss ass." Private Forest replied. Perez stuck a match. "Whoa. Hey captain, get me a flare." Forest was ordered to get one. When Perez lit the flare, he was amazed. "Captain, Call command."
Unfolding
Soon after the captain called command, a team of scientists travled to the site. The same question was on all of their minds: An Egyption tomb? In Nubia? Although none knew the truth, they all knew that they would find out. Two teams went inside. Carefully catogorizing each item, reading all the text, after four long days they came to a conclusion: No body was buried here. Instead a story was told on the walls. A tale of betrayal. A tale of sons. A tale that would shock the world.
Ramses
1220 B.C.
The Ramesseum
"Father, you look ill." Prince Ramissle stood near the ailing king. "My dear son, I am fine. However, the heathen jews are not. I have been notified of a riot in the gold mines. Go, go to Nubia. Save our gold." Ramses the Great said. Soon after this talk, Ramissle went to Nubia. There he found the jewish workers doing nothing. He knew, unlike the Pharoahs of Old, that it was not best to force them into work. He opened negotiations with the Jewish Leader, and gave the slaves extra wheat. The Hebrews worked again. However, Ramissle fell in love. He had been taken by a slave girl of his age, about 13. She taught him the religion of her people, and he listened. They escaped along with twelve others on a reed boat which they took to Bubastis. There they bought a fine sailing vessel, and headed to Jerusalem. There they had a child, and he was named Ramissle the Second after his father.
Puzzle
The scientists worked a round the clock. Piecing together ancient texts of Hebrew and others, they found where the Ramissle family went. Ramissle II lived in Jerusalem, and was married. His son, Donathor, was captured by Syrian Invadors. He was unharmed, and had a family. Three hundred years later, the Ramissle family living on, the direct decendent Erantor took a ship with some Phonecians and landed in Megaria, or present day Istanbul. After repeated Persian attacks, the great great great great great great great grandson of Erantor fought in the Battle of Thermopoli (sp?) with other Spartans. Although the rest were killed, Ariston was captured and later escaped a burning Persian ship. Ariston swam to shore, and with other Greeks sailed to Italy. There Ariston's family headed gradually north until they came to Rome. By then the Roman Empire had spread into Iberia and the British Isles. Ariston's family withstood wars, and political turmoil. Finally in 1947, Brendon Statton was born Brendon Ramissle Resanti to Ramon and Isabel Resanti. Brendon became a highly successful business man and moved to Bonesacke in 1995. After becoming mayor of Ram Island, he ran for president and won. He now lives in an undisclosed location on the Red Sea Coast.
Brendon is Notified
"Sir, I have recieved a fax from Division Volans, would you like to see it?" Brendon took the fax. This is the story my grandfather used to tell me. The story was true. I am the Direct desendent of King Ramses the Great! he thought.
OOC: Holy Crap! A Non-Combat Related thread from Ramissle?
Please, if you can't understand this, tell me. And as for the history, yes it is a little far fetched. But I can be creative, can't I?
http://www.desert-survivors.org/images/indexpic.jpg
The trip through the desert was always hard. The Mad Yeti MMRADS always got clogged with dust. Every tank crew personal was required to wear filters, the sand was so bad. The International Trade Center was more than 400 miles from Port Ficali. As the Third Armored Battalion was reaching the halfway point, traveling alongside Division Volans, one of the A-2 Leviathans sunk into the sand. Although it struggled to get out, two other Leviathans had to help. A deep hole was discovered where the tank had once sat. The men got out to investigate.
Uncovered
"What the hell is that?" PFC Perez said. He, along with four other men, had gotten out of there tank. "It looks like a hole. Perez, jump down there." Captain Tenora said. Perez sighed, and jumped. "You are such a kiss ass." Private Forest replied. Perez stuck a match. "Whoa. Hey captain, get me a flare." Forest was ordered to get one. When Perez lit the flare, he was amazed. "Captain, Call command."
Unfolding
Soon after the captain called command, a team of scientists travled to the site. The same question was on all of their minds: An Egyption tomb? In Nubia? Although none knew the truth, they all knew that they would find out. Two teams went inside. Carefully catogorizing each item, reading all the text, after four long days they came to a conclusion: No body was buried here. Instead a story was told on the walls. A tale of betrayal. A tale of sons. A tale that would shock the world.
Ramses
1220 B.C.
The Ramesseum
"Father, you look ill." Prince Ramissle stood near the ailing king. "My dear son, I am fine. However, the heathen jews are not. I have been notified of a riot in the gold mines. Go, go to Nubia. Save our gold." Ramses the Great said. Soon after this talk, Ramissle went to Nubia. There he found the jewish workers doing nothing. He knew, unlike the Pharoahs of Old, that it was not best to force them into work. He opened negotiations with the Jewish Leader, and gave the slaves extra wheat. The Hebrews worked again. However, Ramissle fell in love. He had been taken by a slave girl of his age, about 13. She taught him the religion of her people, and he listened. They escaped along with twelve others on a reed boat which they took to Bubastis. There they bought a fine sailing vessel, and headed to Jerusalem. There they had a child, and he was named Ramissle the Second after his father.
Puzzle
The scientists worked a round the clock. Piecing together ancient texts of Hebrew and others, they found where the Ramissle family went. Ramissle II lived in Jerusalem, and was married. His son, Donathor, was captured by Syrian Invadors. He was unharmed, and had a family. Three hundred years later, the Ramissle family living on, the direct decendent Erantor took a ship with some Phonecians and landed in Megaria, or present day Istanbul. After repeated Persian attacks, the great great great great great great great grandson of Erantor fought in the Battle of Thermopoli (sp?) with other Spartans. Although the rest were killed, Ariston was captured and later escaped a burning Persian ship. Ariston swam to shore, and with other Greeks sailed to Italy. There Ariston's family headed gradually north until they came to Rome. By then the Roman Empire had spread into Iberia and the British Isles. Ariston's family withstood wars, and political turmoil. Finally in 1947, Brendon Statton was born Brendon Ramissle Resanti to Ramon and Isabel Resanti. Brendon became a highly successful business man and moved to Bonesacke in 1995. After becoming mayor of Ram Island, he ran for president and won. He now lives in an undisclosed location on the Red Sea Coast.
Brendon is Notified
"Sir, I have recieved a fax from Division Volans, would you like to see it?" Brendon took the fax. This is the story my grandfather used to tell me. The story was true. I am the Direct desendent of King Ramses the Great! he thought.
OOC: Holy Crap! A Non-Combat Related thread from Ramissle?
Please, if you can't understand this, tell me. And as for the history, yes it is a little far fetched. But I can be creative, can't I?