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Sagret Castle, Hallet

King Barrik looked over the parapet into the western seas, then down below him. Peons scurried about, knights walked in their chain mail, nobles moved about on horses. This was all good, but it was also all the same.

“Marrin,” Barrik sighed “Our lands are always the same, large. I want something smaller… like an island. Go find a map, I want to see.”

Marrin bowed and hurried off in search of a map, scooting down the stairs. Though he wasn’t sure where a good map was, he was sure that taking his time wasn’t the best of ideas.

“Ah!” Barrik exclaimed as he gazed down on some of his favored soldiers. With their fancy custom weapons and armour, finely groomed horses with their custom armour, beautiful but dangerous. If there was one thing Barrik loved, it was decorations. Colourful and detailed, Barrik loved it all.

“Sir!” Came a voice from behind, snapping Barrik out of his daydream.

Barrik turned to look at who addressed him. A large knight stood their in his plate, one of his commanders.

“We have need of you in the war room, if you would come” said the commander.

“Yes, lead the way commander.” Chuckled Barrik, loving when others bowed down to him, or addressed him as ‘Sir’.

King Barrik took one last glimpse out into the ocean and sky before walked down the stone stairs, his cape dragging behind him lightly…

A meeting of the four leaders was called.They met in a huge long house in the center of the North Land.The Warksson Raiders were divided into four groups.There was the North East,North West,South East and South West companies.They were arguing over land and raiding rights.
They were sitting at a big square table yelling and shouting at each other.Wilt Matinsson,the leader of the North East or Wilt Bloody Beard as he was more commonly known as,was getting tired of the meeting.He was known as Bloody Beard because of his dark red beard and his ruthless nature.
He slams his fist on the table and stands up."That's enough!We only need one leader!"He yells in a deep voice,"I challenge all three of you to a fight to the death!Winner becomes leader of all!"
The other three were shocked to hear such a thing, but were far too proud to back out of the challenge.They all nodded their heads and walked outside.A gathering of raiders made a circle around the four of them.
Bloody Beard wasn't a huge man,but was extremely strong and had a huge warhammer.One leader had a longsword,one had a battle axe and one had two long knives.The battle begun once Bloody Beard let out a loud battle cry.
Wilt had his hammer ready as the one with the longsword came running at him.He ducked down and the sword swung over him.He jabbed the head of the hammer into the man's chest,knocking him back.The man with the battle axe aimed for his head, but Wilt moved to one side and smashed his hammer into the man's knee cap.That man fall foreward and was impaled on the longsword of the man who just got up.The man' with the knives manages to cut Wilt's lip.Wilt smiles and licks the blood.Wilt smashs the man's hand making him drop one knife and scream in pain.Wilt brings his hammer up and slams the man right on the top of the head making his skull crack.Wilt grabs the man's knife and throws it at the man who is still trying to get his longsword free.The knife goes in his throat and he spits out blood and falls over.
Bloody Beard points his hammer at the crowd and yells,"Anymore challengers!"They all look at each other and back up.Wilt raises his bloody hammer in the air and yells,"I'm the King of the North Land now!"The crowd cheers and begins to chant,"King Bloody Beard!King Bloody Beard!.....

The great empire was ready to expand, its armies had been gathered and its full power was nearly attained. Civilians and soliders alike toiled with blind pride, day and night, to imporve their country's power. There were many tens of thousands of soliders prepared for war, they only awaited word from their revered emperor.

The Emperor was not a very impressive man. He wore long plain black robes and carried only a tall, black, metal staff that signified his high rank and his power. He looked rather wicked to some. He has a long crooked nose and a long white beard. He was only about 30 but looked far older than that.

This rather unimportant looking figure, sat upon his solid black throne within a great black, metallic citadel. There was where Emperor Sakon II plotted his domination over the neighboring countries. He was a man we would call corrupt. He wished only to dominate by whatever means. This was shown quiet well when he had ordered the the trees to burn to fuel the furances he had ordered built across the land. He had also ordered all the mountains to be mined and most of the rivers to be dammed that weren't being used. The Empire was now clouded nearly everywhere by black smoke from the furances and blacksmiths. The Emperor was determined to advance his country into a new era and to destroy those that would oppose the Holy Empire.

The three scouts mounted on the fastest horses of their nation streamed out of the heavy timber gatehouse like arrows. 20 miles down the road they would split in three directions, as news of war was rising the Lord of Domovoi thought it reasonable to find more of these possible misgivings. Already the heavy siege engines were being packaged together, and armor refitted. The horn of battle sounded throughout the low hills covered in meter long waving grass. The nobleman passed through the sprawling temple, covering most of the hill and connecting nearly ever section of the palace. Its stark, Spartan appearance always chilled him to his very bone. He passed several acolytes, scribes and priests en route to the room of Prophecies. He was on his way to the prophets.

ooc: Domovoi are you even in this rp you dont have any land on the map?

ic: The dalrakian horsemen where preparing for war, on the open plains of dirzgot. The finest warriors of the island all together preparing for the inevitable war. Word that nations over the world where preparing for war. "We will crush their forces in their own land drive them back and triumph, if they dare come near our lands, The horsemen of this land will cause havock upon our enemies, whether it be by the arrow or the blade our enemies will fall" yelled General divonex to the intent warriors of the land.

OOC: Domovoi, I suggest you take a look here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=404434&page=1&pp=15

IC:
Sagret Castle
The war room was cold and sterile, just the way his commander liked it. No statues or paintings, not even a tapestry. The only thing in this room was a large oak table surrounded by five chairs. Barrik walked forward and took his seat at the head of the table, while the commander and four other men took their seats. In the middle of the table was a map of the ‘Main Land’, as they’ve grown to call it, with various coloured pins in different areas.

“Sir, as you can see there seems to be conflict brewing in the Main Land. These red dots here *The commander makes a sweeping motion over the entire map*, so military activity. These yellow pins are possible war factories and or training grounds, and finally these blue pins indicate areas too secure to get our scouts into. We’re not sure what this means, but it doesn’t look good.” says the commander.

“Wait… what are you saying commander? Are we at war again!?” responds Barrik, his voice tinted with grief.

“No sir not yet, from what we has been reported to us, other nations are preparing for war. But none yet has been declared, not above board anyway. But there is good news in this entire ramble sir. This country here *Points to 3* doesn’t seem to have any military at all, they’re just farming and going about their normal lives. There is no reason to fear them for any reason, but for that exact reason we must defend our boarders…”

“What? If we don’t fear them, then why would we defend against them?” questions Barrik.

The commander continues “If an enemy nation decides to attack us, they’ll most likely go thought there *3*, whom are neutral and wouldn’t have much to say to an entire army. It’s more likely that the invading army will restock on supplies and get well rested. So it’s of up most importance to not only send word to the boarding keeps, but to send our scouts into their land to give us a heads up on possible enemy activity.”

“Oh, very good commander” says Barrik, “Anything else?”

“Yes sir, right here *Points to 38*. This is the closest nation to us, we’re again not sure of their position but we don’t want to take any chances. The South-East coast will be at a constant risk of attack. Luckily for us the Southern more part of Tresmar *Number 2* is mountainous, making an attack from there almost impossible. We’d see their men coming before they even knew where our keeps where, moving war machines would be impossible and the men would have a difficult trip and be tired and warn out. But out South-East area is an easy place for troop movements and transportation or siege equipment.”

Barrik “I see, well you’re the commander for a good reason. Make when choices you think are best and keep my people and I safe.”

“Sir, it shall be done with Death and Honour!” Salutes the commander.

“Yes commander, Death and Honour” At that Barrik turns and leaves this cold room, lifeless and cold.

Sagret Castle, Gates
Sixty Legionnaire riders spurred off down the cobblestone road, heading in their separate ways. Some to inform the various keeps and castles of important news, others to tell the people what is happening, and the last as scouts to protect the mother land. There dark purple and black capes whipping behind him, the most impressive features being their finally crafted face guards.

As the dust settled on road only a glimpse of the riders could be seen in the distance, moving away and gallant speeds.

Galdar stood in front of his group of men, his fur cape draped about his massive shoulders. Leather strips where tied about his body, showing him as a nomad. His group of 50 men sat around fires, cooking deer and the mornings catch.

Galdar “Men, that was a good hunt!”

His men cheered loudly and waves their food and drinks.

Galdar “Now it has come to my attention that the tribe leaders have been called together for some meeting! So I will be gone for a week or so, now in that time you shall join arms with your brothers! Together you wills stay into either leader returns, or both.”

Half the men drunk, cheered anyways. The other half simply didn’t care. They say and drank and ate some more until their stomachs where full and their minds clouded. Galdar picked up his back and begun the walk towards the meeting stones, in the first day he met up with another tribe leader, the same leader who’s men would be staying with his. They jested and laughed for a long while.

By the end of the day, when the sun was setting, the bright light of the meeting fire could be seen through the trees. They’d made it in good time, many other leaders could be seen. Only a few of which knew what the meeting was about.

The Emperor sat worried upon his throne. There was a great country *34* on his eastern front, one with a great deal of land and power. He would need to attempt an alliance with them. An emissary was sent off to the capital of this country, hoping to successfully create an alliance with their neighbor to the east.

OOC: I had not seen this earlier post for information on this RP. My deepest apologies.

IC: Small Domovian Corsair fleets flew swiftly across the churning sea. The cutter patrol boats were immersed in light and unnatural fog as they covered they normal routes, although the number of ships were increased. Skiffs had been added to most battlegroups, in addition to several frigate flagships stationed off of the ship yards and Domovian beaches. Many riders had also been leaving the palace, on many unknown and classified missions. Civilians were being calmly and quietly brought into the largest seaside Domovian stronghold, Jacaawren. Unrest was running rampant.

((OOC: Domovoi, you should probably sign up on the thread Danite provided. Right now, you have no land without having claimed land in that thread.))

Having sent an emissary to try to gain an alliance with the threat to the east, the emperor now turned his attention to the south. The country that his people called Southern *Ar Sandis* was the country that had gained his attention; it was only a short trip across the sea to this country which could easily thwart any ships from going out to the great sea. Capturing this country could easily get rid of another front as well as provide a great sum of loot, for it was said to be rich with gold. This domination would have to wait, for the shipment of supplies had not yet come. Once it had, however, the global conquering would begin.

Alright I signed up, sorry to everyone for the confusion, my bad.

Is white taken?

EDIT: It won't let me go to sunsetrpg.com....anyone else having this problem?

OOC: sunsetrpg.com is currently having problems, just give it a day or so.

And Domovoi, this is Medieval, no patrol ships, frigates, ect... You have things like Swords and Wagons. Maybe even longboats or something as such.

((OOC: Hullo? Anyone still RPing this?))
The shipment had arrived. It was a great caravan with thousands of armor suites, swords, boats and siege weapons. The army was quickly armed. All was nearly prepared.

There was but one thing that hindered them. The great fire that burned day and night to keep the forges running across the empire were almost out of fuel. They would need a source of wood to continue these fires, wood not found in the desert lands the Readanians called Southern. They would need to invade the lands neighboring theirs. An army of ten thousand was being prepared for an expansion northward. The Empire was on the verge of total war and its full power was neigh.

Tresmar Borders
After several months of preparation, the time had come. Flag barriers brandishing The Holy Empire of Danite symbol where the first to cross over into *Number 3* lands. This once neutral country had now armed and governed themselves, and now where considered a threat. Behind the flag barriers where 500,000 knights strong, all on horse back and fully armoured. They where in ranks of 2,000, with personal insignia per battalions, to tell them apart on the battle field. Behind the knights came siege engines mixed in with the supply wagons, tearing up the earth as they grinded across it.

Early scout reports informed the various commanders, on the advancing terrain and communities. The reports indicated that this area was still in the midst of getting its self start as a nation. With a small population spread out through hundred of miles, and a unknown number or soldiers.

OOC: Sorry about my delay!

The great army of Rea Dan was gathered in front of the "evil" looking capital building in Liadon. The army of 50,000 seem to completely cover the surrounding country side outside the capital city, which consisted of the collosal capital building. The sky was blackened with smoke and the many furnaces spattered across the kingdom were burning higher than ever afore.

King Sakon then stepped out on to the balcony over looking the great army that was to march upon the seemingly defenceless kingdom directly to the north. A horn was heard blowing announcing the King's appearance and thousands of voices cheered in their dark language. By some means of great stamina or sorcery the King's voice was heard by the entire for from the balcony far up in the citadel.

"New nation have arisen, their downfall is at hand! The division of man has existed for too long. Their age of nation states is over, the time of Readanian domination has begun! The beginings of industry will help to achieve this!" spoke the King to his army, "On this night, these lands will be spilt with the blood of the Northman! March upon the lands in the north, live none alive!"

Over the past few months the North Land was being changed into a real nation.King Wilt Bloody Beard was forcing the four companies of raiders to join together.Word quickly spread that there was a king and that the other three leaders were killed.
Not all of the raiders accepted this so called king.Warriors from the North West,South East and South West companies attempted to get rid of this king from the North East.Every last one failed...Bloody Beard and his loyal North Easterners were much stronger and smarter than them.Bloody Beard stopped their plots and most gave up and accepted him as the king.He slaughter those who were most disloyal.Their bodies were torn to many pieces and were thrown into the ocean.
King Bloody Beard gave the highest positions to the North Easterners.He trusted them the most.He made ready for war.Rumors of war had speard to the North Land from the outerlands.Bloody Beard wanted to be ready.

The lord of the sihaken tower, was starting to prepare for war.
His name Maecus derangus. The most famous knight of Dalrak. He rides
only to war when he is needed turning up on his own accord.


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The knights where ready and beginning to mobilize.
"send a messenger to the lands of warksson, i wish to make peace with him
as our islands are close and could make very fine trading nations.

OOC: First of all, you accept someone as your king. You except something you want to exclude. Secondly. where are all the people that claimed the eastern territories? I can't really send people off to war against people that aren't paying attention enough to fight back. Well, I could...it'd just be mean.

IC:
The Army march directly north from the great citadel. The fruitfull country directly to the north of the empire would soon fall in the fires of war.

OOC: I believe I have waited long enough for a response, if you think my post in un-fair please contact me.

On the Field of Battle
IC: It had been several months sense the war band had set out on their quest of conquer, and so far everything had gone good. The weather stayed calm and allowed for easy traveling condition, and the supplies had stayed in good order. Only a few battles where fought with Domovoi forces, which ended quickly. Powerfully outnumbered and attacked with surprise, their deaths or capture was swift. The land remained mostly unharmed due to the lack of keeps, the few which had been passed where easily crushed under a hail of rocks and gigantic spears.

Their most common battle strategy was to have four archery battalions flank the enemy position and send in two waves of accurate death. This would be immediately followed by six battalions of foot soldiers to catch the enemy soldiers in chaos, with two battalions of mounted soldiers to finish off the stragglers. This, of course, would also depend on enemy strength and positions.

Danite, Commander HQ tent
A scout strides into the tent after being allowed to pass, the commanders two personal body guards stood tall outside with weapons ready.

“Sir!” the scout started with his voice full of excitement, “The enemies’ castle is within a days march! Reports are still coming in on their armourment and defenses.”

“Good, I wanted as much information as possible. This will be on of the biggest fights, if their main castle falls, then there army will collapse. Send word to the other leaders, then you may rest. Death and Honour trusty scout”

“Death and Honour sir!” replied the scout, then he turned and left the commanders tent.

The commander gazed back down at his battle maps and sketches, the Domovoi forces where weak and scattered. There was little chance of them winning this battle, or for that sake, any battle. Their supplies where slowly being cut thin, and there messages constantly being intercepted and changed, they would soon fall.

OOC: Domovoi, I hope you reply soon, because I don’t want to wait. And if no response is given, well I’m probably not going to make my team lose. :-P

And Rea Dan, whom are you going to war with? Xarc? Galdar? The neutral areas?

OOC: Sorry everyone, I was on holiday and couldn't access NS.

IC:

the Emperor's conference chambers, in the Capital city of Tetreus Balus.
The nations new Emperor, Cornelius Julius, sits next to a table in the middle of the room and picks a grape from the tray of food offered before him. Suddenly, a servant of his walks in quietly. The crackling of the fire a few feet away can be heard from the fireplace, as the light coming from it fills the room in a gloomfull type of way.

"Imperator, there is an emissary here to see you from the West. I tried to convince him you were not available, but to no avail. Forgive me, Imperator,"
the servant announces respectfully. Cornelius nods in approval, "Send him in, then," and his friend Aurus looks over and laughs loudly as the servant leaves, and makes an inaudible remark.

Cornelius replies in a rather powerful tone of voice. The emissary walks in with a scroll. Aurus walks over and takes it from him, looking it over quickly and looks at Cornelius with a smirk on his face.

"My friend," Aurus says in a confident voice, "Rea Dan, from the West, wants to establish an alliance with us." Cornelius looks up to him from the plate of food and smiles.

"Rea Dan," questions Cornelius,"why...that may be well in our favor. An honorable alliance with Rea Dan could prove extremely useful. Give the scroll to my personal squire, tell him to reply with a positive answer, with a bunch of polite mumbo-jumbo and make it sound fancy, and that an alliance is acceptable and we look forward to more diplomatic relations."

Aurus nods and leaves the room at once, telling the Emissary he may lodge for the night before he is sent back. He explains the situation to Grecchus, Imperator's personal and favorite squire, and tells him exactly as Cornelius had said. In due time, it is finished..

The next day, mid-noon.
The scroll is handed to the Emissary by a servant of the Imperator. He rides off into the west and the servant returns to his duties.

OOC: Well, Xarc is here atleast. That gets rid of one huge problem with absences. I'm attacking neutral and soon Galdar, who seems to be absent.

The medium sized army of 50,000 was lead by the King's favorite general. Archtemplar Galthios II. The Archtemplar was a grim, tall man. His pale skin that made him look undead was complemented by his short black hair. His brown, nearly red, eyes sent shivers up people's spines. He was a commander that used fear to control his men.

The army marched, slowly, across the untainted fields to the north of Rea Dan. They were followed by a small army of engineers and lumberjacks that were to contruct defences and lumber camps immediately after the fall of any resistance. The civilians showed the King's confidence in this operation, the failure of the army would mean the deaths of Rea Dan's greatest engineers.

King Bloody Beard was sitting at a large table in, what was known as,the King's Longhouse.A messenger came in and saluted,fist to chest.He says,"A messenger has come from the island to the west.They want to be at peace with us and be trading nations."
Bloody Beard stands from his chair and picks up his horned helmet in both hands."Trading nations,eh?"Bloody Beard says,"Yes,why not?For now at least.Tell them we agree."
"Yes,milord."The messenger says and salutes again,"Pillage and burn!"
"Yes,pillage and burn!"Bloody Beard says and he then starts laughing insanely in his deep,booming voice.
The messenger looks from side to side,looking a bit confused.He nods and hurries out of the building.

OOC: Sorry, I didn’t mean to seem absent. This is just my real first time doing this, so I was waiting for something to happen to me.

IC: After recent deliberation, and careful barbaric examination, the tribes of Galdar decided to ‘band’ together. The hostilities between their territories and hunting rights would be put on hold. This was no time to be fighting over deer, although it was very delicious.

The Galdar lands where heavily wooded, with various plains between them. The different tribes built small camps and forts among the wooded areas, using the defense of the forest not only against the weather, but possible enemy troops. Tribes familiar with the area would move amongst it wouldn’t a trail and usually without sound, but foreign enemies usually made a lot of noise. With large siege engines not able to move through the woods, and large armies making a large amount of noise, the tribes used tactical fighting to weaken the enemy. But if they outnumber the enemy, they’re berserk and rush in screaming.

OOC: I gave him a chance….

IC: The opening of the battle was shown when twenty large Trebuchet rocks smash into the side of the castle. While knight’s hurriedly reload, two groups of ten Ballista’s launch their spears over and into the castle walls.

The knights begin to march towards the portcullis and walls of the damage castle, battering rams and siege towers with them, each knight holding shields high to protect from incoming arrow fire. Twelve battalions of archers stay back, picking off unfortunate enemy soldiers whom poke their head above the parapet, or try to retreat.

Judging by their first shots, the Trebuchet are turned and raised or lowered for a more accurate shot. But this time Greek Fire is loaded and shot, setting aflame anything hit. The castle and inner buildings begin to burn, as do poor soldiers and civilians who happen to be in the way.

Seeing the enemies chaotic and panicked state, the orders where given for fear tactics. The soldiers begin to stamp there armoured feet, rearing their horses and shouting. *Crash* the gate breaks open and the knights begin to move in, the first few in are ordered to guard the flanks of others from possible side attacks. The rest begin to sweep through, every man working in pairs for strategic fighting.

Seeing the gate destroyed the commander gets ready to move in, pulling down his skull visor plate-helm, riding in on his black terror of a horse. His personal company rides down with him, all with custom armour and weapons.

The battle was soon over. The some-what intact castle stood with ‘The Holy Empire of Danite’s flag raised high above it. Enemy soldiers were either conscripted or slain where they stood. The conscript’s being the ones who have to kill the loyalists, to make sure they’re with us.

OOC: What are we going to do about taking over another nation? We won't be able to hold all our nations with the current amount of people we have. So should be update out pop. every time we conquer a nation?

OOC: Its your RP. I however, have a collosal population. Thus, I probably have to conquer other countries to create more room for housing, farming, etc.

IC:

The relatively small army of 50,000 moved through the country seperating Rea Dan and Galdar. The peoples of these lands were turned into slaves. Forced to work within the smokey forges and pits of Rea Dan. The small amount of resistance was crushed.
To the dismay of the Archtemplar, the recently conquered lands did not contain as much lumber as reported. The scouts must have only gone in the first few miles, which were in fact forest. However, most of the middle of the lands were plains and farm lands.
There was some good fortune in this seemingly fruitless victory. The King had sent them more men after hearing of the lack of wood. 100,000 were being sent to reinforce the forces of the Archtemplar.
It would take days for the reinforcements to arrive, but the Archtemplar was in no hurry. The former capital, near the northern border, was boutiful with food and supplies. The army awaited there, a few miles from the Galdar border.
Archtemplar Galthios sat in the simple hall of the primative capital building. Two elite soldiers guarded the only entrance as he sat at a round table with a map on it along with a couple other advisors. They plotted and discussed their next move. That move being the invasion of Galdar.

OOC: *Laughs* I suppose that’s true, I just wanted to get an input. Okay, so when you take over another nation, you simply re-do your calculations for money and soldiers.

IC: By the end of that month, Nation *3* was completely under The Holy Empire of Danite’s control. Civilians and farmers where basically left alone, not becoming enslaved or tortured. In fact the majority of the people liked this new arrangement. King Barrik only asked for small tax, and gave them more ‘free reign’ over their lives.

Knights who signed up for the army where treated like every other soldier. They where assessed with different weapons and where put in groups according to their strengths. The Commander had decided, that even though they where equal, to keep the news knights separated from each other. Just until they get used to living under Barrik.

The first matter of business was to secure the borders. The Commander had gone over maps of the newly acquired area and lands, checking out the remaining strong holds and forts. The order for three new keeps was sent and signed by King Barrik and construction had already started. Often times wagons loaded with wood or other supplies could be seen flocking towards the construction areas. The mood was calm in most lands, the knights on leave, relaxing after such a successful siege of a nation. Some of the soldiers where still on duty, patrolling towns and cities. A few soldiers standing watch over the construction sites, some riding along the borders. But nothing they couldn’t handle, their horses moving at a walk most of the day.

All in all everyone was happy, and a happy knight is a good knight.

palace in Tetreus Balus, commanders meeting chambers

Cornelius lumbers in front of a large table with a large map spread out on top, in a huge room with 50 other tough, war-torn, battle scarred, looking men. There is silence, mutters can be heard escaping the Emperor's lips. He nods and pushes what looks like a toy ship from the tip of Latus(#32), across the small body of water that seperates it from Nation *4*, and shoves another little boat towards 11 from the southern tip of Julianas(#31). Out of the silence, he speaks... the rest of his Generals listen anxiously for his words.

"So it is. I want my fifteenth and sixteenth Legions loaded up on 1,500 ships. I want them to head for Nation *4* from Julianus, and I want my seventheenth Legion to sail for Nation *11* from Latus. So it is to be within the next two days. Commodus,"

A man yells, "IMPERATOR,"

Cornelius looks towards him from the table.. "I want you to lead the Sixteenth Legion."

"But, my Sire, what of Marius?" Cornelius shakes his head, signifying to Commodus to not go there. Commodus nods and bows, and leaves the room immediately.

"I have spoken, Generals, throw down your stones and leave at once." They all hail Cornelius, bow, and leave. The Emperor's personal best friend stays however, who happens to be Commander of the Seventh Legion, the largest and most powerful Legion in the Xarcabardian military.

"My friend, is this wise, to split our forces on two fronts?"

"Aurus, can you not see?" Cornelius points at the map... If I can take over Nation 11, which will not be a difficult campaign, I can concentrate the forces from the north to make a direct attack on the northen border of nation 4. Thus creating a spearhead. I'm not going to send in my fifteenth and sixteenth legions until Nation 11 is under my complete control, I'll have them wait across this channel." He points to the small body of water.

"It shouldn't be quite so difficult, then, perhaps, I will sweep south with your Legions, Aurus." Cornelius smiles and nods, and beckons Aurus to take a walk with him, meanwhile... the commanders of Fifteenth, Sixteenth, and Seventeenth Legions prepare for total war. These legions contain some of the fiercest soldiers in Xarcabardian history. When Cornelius came to the title of Imperator, he immediatley changed the policies of training and recruitment for his Legions. It shows.

OOC: I suppose its been long enough "waiting" for the messenger to come back.

Upon his black horse, Valkors the Scribe thundered into the capital building. He quickly dismounted in the stable near the throne room and walked briskly to the Emperor's chamber. It was there that Sakon awaited the reply from Xarcabard.

"Milord, I have good news from the east!" said Valkors entering and kneeling before Sakon.

"Indeed? What news have you from the Imperator?"

"It seems the lord of Xarcabard has agreed to our proposal to an alliance." chimed the messenger with a smile.

"This news is indeed good. The combined power of Rea Dan and Xarcabard will rule this world!" said Sakon grinning wickedly, "You are dismissed Valkors the Scribe."

* * *

The reinforcements marched northward to the assistance of the forces of the Archtemplar. One hundred thousand men were being sent to secure the occupied territory and advance into the lands of Galdar. They would arrive to the former capital within a few days.

UNKNOWN LOCATION ON THE SEA.

With the Legionnaire filled ships, 2,500 ships to be exact, 1500 going to nation *4* and 1000 headed for nation *11*, filled with 60 units each, not including 35 the Command ships which hold 200 units. The horizon, as seen by those from nation 4, is hazy with Xarcabardian manufactured dreadnought ships. Nothing else can be seen but the doom of the ruling body coming from a hundred miles away. However, over time, they do not appear to be moving.

However, several hundred miles away, even more vessels can be seen. These are closing in on Nation 11, the demise of the ruling state is coming forth.

COMMAND VESSEL
Cornelius is eating grapes off a plate, surrounded by his Generals, sitting in luxurious chairs.
"Yes, I want you all to wear the Traditional cloaks and wield the customary daggers as you lead your legions into battle. That goes without saying, Oppius."

The sea ships heading for nation 11 continue to their destination, which should be very, very soon.

Sagret Castle, Hallet
The last of the lords had just left the meeting room, the oak door closing behind him. With the newly acquired lands and riches, the requests for newer equipment flooded in. After multiple days of discussion and planning the agreement was reached for new shipyards and boats. 10 billion gold pieces where devoted into the construction of three major ports and several dozen new war ships. Along with the need supply and transports every good army should have. A previous 10 billion was given to the construction of new keeps and one central castle. The final 10 billion was devoted to the upkeep of the military supplies, horses, and siege machines.

With all the records straight and money accounted for, the lords had set off on their separate ways. Among the 24 lords, 24 keeps where spread throughout Hallet and Tresmar. With the newly captured nation *3* of Marnhold, the word was spread for 12 new lords. The rule of Barrik commands that each nation is to be divided into the realm of 12 lords. Each lord having certain powers over his lands, at the end of every year the lord with the most efficient and well run realm would receive and extra bonus on his pay. This kept the lords busy and the people happy.

A map of ‘The Main Land’ lay spread out across the table. A single green line lay through nations *5 and 6*, nation *5* currently being circled. Only the lords who where currently in this room knows what those lines mean…

After many hours of voyaging west,the many long boats and long ships reached the east coast of nation 9 and 10.The people of the island probably thought they were trading ships, but little did they now there was a surprise in store.King Bloody Beard had sent them to conquer this land.He wasn't really a big fan of allainces.He didn't really trust anyone.
The vessels together contained 300,000 soldiers.60,000 were archers with long or short bows.40,000 were the elite soldiers with two handed swords and half-plate armor.50,000 had haliberds or spears.150,000 had longswords,battle axes or warhammers with medium shields.The archers had scimatrs and wore leather.The others wore chain or scale.
They rushed ashore,attacking who ever got in their way.They were barbarians after all.They would throw after they cleared an area they would loot all supplies and then burn the building down.The archers shot over them at enemy soldiers.The elite group would wait for tough opponents and then rush in and take care of them.
Surprise!Never trust a barbarian!

The legions that Sakon had sent arrived at the former capital. The Archtemplar greeted their leader, Captian Darius, another favorite leader of the emperor.
The two men were very different. Galthios was a cold man, ruling his men through fear and displine. Darius was an energetic man, ruling his men through example and inspiration. Yet, both were favorites of Sakon and both depised eachother. Their hatred, however, could not interfer with this operation.
They met within the ruined halls of the conquered capital building. Along with several other commanders, they were to discuss the method of attack when conquering Galdar.

* * *

Several minutes into this war council, the discussion was becoming very heated. As everyone had thought, Galthios and Darius were nearly at arms with eachother. Each thought they had the better arguement.

"You are a young fool!" Galthios yelled at Darius, "We cannot burn down the woods, no matter how much it may give the enemy the advantage! We need that fuel, captain! That was the reason for this invasion!"

"I realize this, but they will use their forest and evasive tactics to destroy the great force we have." Darius calmly stated. "We have no choice but to burn our path through the woods."

"I believe the young captain is correct, milord." said a venerable captain. "We seem to have no choice but to burn our path through the forest to where their capital is said to lie."

"Fine, we will burn our way through the woods." grumbled the disgruntled Archtemplar.

The army of 150,000 men camped north of the capital, less than a mile from where the rolling plains of the conquered nation met the forested border of Galdar. Soon the forests would be sent ablaze and the nation under the iron fist of the Emperor.

Protruding from the forest rode a single soldier, leather strips and bands made up his clothes and armour. Across his back was a quiver and longbow, a short sword at his side. He was a big man, his face was hid behind a leather mask and his horse was free of equipment.

He calmly rode to the first encampment of Rea Dan soldiers, than dismounted.

“I am the chosen messenger of Galdar; he wishes to know why you’ve created an army on our borders?” says the messenger to whomever is in charge.


* * *

“Hey, clan bear has arrived.” said a chieftain to Galdar. “Eight thousand strong, they’ll be with the open if and when.”

Galdar “Good! What of clan hawk? Are their men ready?”

“They’ve been practicing all day, currently they’re awaiting the orders. The skies are being watched.”

Galdar takes in a deep breath and looks up into the forest roof. “The air is clean; today would be a good day to die.”

The chieftain laughs and moves back down the trail to give a few more suggested commands.

Marnhold
Over the last few days soldiers had started to arrive in large numbers to Marnhold. A large series of camps has been established in the North-East corner, ten miles away from Marnholds borders into nation *5*. The current numbers where 100,000 knights, with various numbers of siege equipment scattered throughout the camps.

Sagret Castle, Hallet
The Commander and King Barrik sat in a beautiful decorated hall, a large table of food in front of them. Three bards sang about the heroic deeds of some mystic warrior, a gentle and slightly sad ballet.

“Commander” Barrik started after eating a piece chicken, “How does go those two little nations I wish to liberate into our glorious empire?”

“Our army is almost ready sir, most of their forces where slaughter…liberated in the previous battle for Marnhold. So their numbers are extremely small and forces are said to be shaken and frail. We will rush in with lightning speed, cut off their sword arm and take charge.”

“Wonderful!” Exclaimed Barrik, “Are you sure they won’t just join us? I hate to have all this fighting.”

“It’s war sir, there is going to be fighting and death. But our knights are trained well and will make their deaths swift. By your laws torture is forbidden and instant death is always granted.”

Barrik nodded and turned to a third member who had been sitting back, drinking wine from a silver goblet.

“Captain, how is out fleet? I know it’s only been months since you where given the money.” asked Barrik.

The ‘Captain’ stood and bowed to Barrik. “King it is my pleasure to inform you that one third of our wanted ships are currently floating around our wonderful nation. A second third is being crafted from the best as we speak, and the last are in their last stages of preparation.”

Barrik asks hesitantly “Did you… do as I asked?”

“Sir!” Saluted The Captain, “Your wish was our command! Each and every one of our ships bears the bright colours of our nation in their sails, and the custom weaponry has been installed. Which might I say sir, was an ingenious idea, it gives us the edge in navel warfare.”

Barrik smiled and nodded, then started back at his meal. Being careful not to drop food on his finely made clothes, for he knew that his servants wouldn’t rest until it was clean again.

The Warksson Raiders of the North Land marched across nation 9 and 10.They burned and slaughtered all in thier path.Supplies and treasure were looted and the buildings were set aflame.
The soldiers of the nation were caught off guard and were disorganized.King Bloody Beard's little surprize attack appeared to work quite well.The Raiders rushed right through the enemies in a barbaric manner.None could stop their might.
The invading army of the North Land was currently surrounding the main and last stronghold of the nation.All other strongholds were either captured or burned.The Raiders were preparing to attack the stronghold first thing in the morning.Under Bloody Beard's orders they didn't even allow the leaders of nation 9 and 10 to surrender.He really didn't trust anyone.

The tactics and strategies had been decided. A few regiments of swordsmen were sent to set the forest ablaze. Armed with the Flames of Bael ((Greek Fire,)) they made their way to the Galdar forest.
They were lead by the vile Captian Goruth. A wicked man said to despise all excluding his ruling officers and the king. He treated his men like dogs and his fellow captains as traitors.

"Get movin' you maggots! We've got to have this 'ere forest ablaze 'fore nightfall!" barked Goruth, "Careful with the God Flames! Don't want the camp ablaze, do we?!"

The force of thirty men arrived at the forest's edge an hour before dusk. They'd have to work fast if they were to set the forest ablaze before nightfall.

The tactics and strategies had been decided. A few regiments of swordsmen were sent to set the forest ablaze. Armed with the Flames of Bael ((Greek Fire,)) they made their way to the Galdar forest.
They were lead by the vile Captian Goruth. A wicked man said to despise all excluding his ruling officers and the king. He treated his men like dogs and his fellow captains as traitors.

"Get movin' you maggots! We've got to have this 'ere forest ablaze 'fore nightfall!" barked Goruth, "Careful with the God Flames! Don't want the camp ablaze, do we?!"

The force of thirty men arrived at the forest's edge an hour before dusk. They'd have to work fast if they were to set the forest ablaze before nightfall.

Rea Dan: Did you miss my post or are you simply ignoring it?

OOC: I’m not trying to be hasty, but I have a good feeling he isn’t going to respond. I hope none of you mind if I speed it up a bit.

IC:

Battle Grounds
King Barrik’s forces met little opposition, mostly only farm lands and small villages lay in these regions. The knights had been quickly and easily informing people that they where under new rule and to change their flags. Squires informed the people of the new taxes and laws, but besides that little else happened.

The only keep found was on the southern edge of nation *6*. Believing it to be abandoned Barrik’s knights walked right in. What they walked into, sadly enough, was an ambush. The last of the resistance had hidden away in this keep until the opportune moment came to strike. Flanked and surprised, the knights quickly came to fear and panicked. With arrows raining down and enemy soldiers flooding out from hiding holes, dozens fell within the first minute…

“Hold you feet still men! To run is to die, turn your spurs and doubly re-strike!” called out a knight named Darrs, only having been in one pervious battle.

With that the only command heard, some older knights turned and fought back. Others, most of the younger, still ran and did their best to protect themselves.

“The man besides you is your armour, protect him and he’ll protect you! Forget not thou training!” Darrs yelled, notching his first arrow and firing.

The arrows struck an enemy archer atop the battlements in the shoulder, causing him to fall hard to the ground, breaking his neck. Others in his battalion saw this and remembered their own bows, drawing them.

“They are made of flesh as well! Fill them with our mother wood and iron!” Commanded Darrs, loosening another arrow towards the resistance archers.

The battle was soon over, with the knights over powering the resistances numbers three to one, and their newly found teamwork. 100 soldiers died that day, more than in any battle of the last 30 years.

Hallet
Messengers where quickly dispatched to the fallen knights families, informing them of their sad passing away, and reminding them of what a wonderful service their family member had done in the current years. Each family was given 10 gold coins for compensations and free of taxes for the current year. Large funerals where held for each of the fallen men, open to any who would come to pay their respects.

With that, the new nations of Retaw and Solace where grandly added to the ever growing Holy Empire of Danite. Although saddened by the loss of his own men, Barrik was pleased by his armies quick success and the redeeming of two fallen nations.

Rea Dan: Did you miss my post or are you simply ignoring it?
OOC: Ah, nevermind what I wrote here afore. I noticed the messenger. I was editing it sooner than now, but the damnable Jolt thing logs you out if you stay on to lng and I had to rewrite the whole IC part over.

IC:
The spokesman of the army, a grim and rugged man with rather long fag-like teeth, approahced the messenger. He wore a lighter looking suit of black iron plate mail than the others as well as a extravagant longsword and sheild.

"Good evening, young messenger of Galdar, I am Rannos, Mouth (or speaker) of the Readanian Battlion you see here." said the man in a mocking tone while soliders encroached upon the messenger leaving him but the way he came to escape. "We demand wood and tribute from your great lord. We also demand that his forces aid ours in the wars to come in the west. If he dares to defy our requests, he will be destroy and his forest realm will be set ablaze. He has one day to respond."

OOC: Same with the guy I'm attacking, I think I'll speed it up just a little, if that's ok?

IC:

As the ships land on the cruel beaches of nation 11, holding the Seventeenth legion, the troops realize that the people here don't want to fight. All the better, thinks Commodus, leader of the 17th Legion. Then we can link with the fifteenth and sixteenth legions in the north of nation 4. After his Legion walks for almost a week, they reach the border of nation 4. Word is sent to the commanders of the 15th and 16th Legions that the attack will beginning. As the ships approach, carrying a hundred thousand men, the troops prepare themselves for the upcoming campaign which will contain much blood shed. The vessels carrying these ferocious men will arrive within the next couple hours. Nation 4 will soon be under Cornelius' control.

OOC: Prehaps. Do you mean to say there is some sort of huge defence around your southern forest borders that I did not interpret in your two posts? Its is only about 31 men armed with longswords, short bows and greek fire that have arrived at the border attempting to burn ass much of the forest as possible.

OOC: Umm... I sent out a messenger to your people... it was stated quite clearly.

Either one of two things happened; you are currently talking with my messenger. Or you've killed him and disregarded him.

If you choose to talk with him, then please disregard my response to your previous posts. But from what I've received of your empire, you won't listen to him and will kill him. He has poison in his mouth; if you attempt to capture him he will kill himself.

IC: Forest Border
The forest waited silently as the 30 men approached it, all seemed to be going well. When they reached the 200 foot line, a sound echoed off in the distance *Twang*. 120 arrows struck the approaching men with full force, death was painful but swift. A second volley was launched into any moving target, or any target with less than 2 arrows already in them.

OOC: I usually don’t stat others deaths, but with all the odds in my favor, I don’t think I’m going out on a limb for this. (Surprise, first shot, range, expert bowmen, camouflage and cover, etc.)

OOC: Aw, I was growing fond of the vile captain.
The thirty men were dead before the second volley hit. They dropped to the ground dead. But, the fragile glass flasks contained the Flames of Bael *greek fire* broke and almost instantly started a great fire in the plains and parts of the forest edge. The quick spreading fire would no doubt do its intended purpose if unhindered, and may even complete its purpose if hindered.

OOC: Xarcabard, did you intent to conquer nation *4*?

OOC: Well, since things seem to be slowing down with Galdar, I'll RP an army heading out to "the Balkans."

IC:
Hearing of the sucess in the north, Emperor Sakon sent a second army to the south. The army would be a smaller one, meant only to conquer the unarmed lands in the Southern Pennisula. The army contained 50,000 men, half of which was cavalry. Their appointed leader and "mouth" was Captain Gromgoth the Great. He was a massive man, considered third in command of the Readanian army (under Galthios and Darius.) Their first attack would be upon the nation which seemed to mock Rea Dan for years. Near, but just out of reach. *nation 22*
OOC:Ar Sandis and Natoa might want to start becoming worried about this and respond.

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While the constant struggle for power and dominace continued for Rea Dan in the east, a messenger was sent to the Lands of the Warksson Raiders. The messenger was a young looking man but, unlike Darius, was cold and cruel. We was sent by foot and ship through hostile territories west of Rea Dan to send this message to the self proclaimed king of the barbarians, he now docked near where they guessed the Warksson capital is
Valkors the scribe (the young messenger,) hoped to get this over with soon. He knew that the alliance would likely end as the other alliance with these men had, in trechery, but his people were masters of treachery and he knew their lord was the better. He wandered the lands hoping to find any sign of the barbarians and deliver his message.

"Attack!"Leaf Artasson commands the Raiders surrounding the stronghold.He was a North Eastener and was commander of the invading force.He was Bloody Beard's best friend since childhood and the only one he trusted.

The archers fired volleys of arrows at the defenders on the battlements.Most of the Raiders let out battle cries and blew horns.That group rushed straight for the main doors.The raised their shields above their heads to protect themselves from enemy fire.

Another group was sent to the side.The used grappling hooks and ladders they had made to climb the walls.The plowed through most of the defenders to quickly open the doors.The group outside came in and attacked everyone in a barbaric manner.The battle was quickly ove.Now nation 9 and 10 was under the North Land's command.

Meanwhile back in the North Land the messenger was found and was takn to the King's Longhouse.When he went in the King was sitting in a big,craved wooden chair."What is it that you want?"Bloody Beard said in a commanding voice.

"My lord wishes to know if you would enter into a military alliance with him. We've heard of the devastation of the petty fool to the west and wish to hold this alliance true by forming this alliance against a common foe." stated Valkors coldly, sounding very sane and very agreeable. "That common foe being the one to your south, The Empire of Danite. Do you wish to accept this pact or would you have us modify the agreement?"

OOC: *Laughs* So Rea Dan, you've attacked me. And now you're threatening Ar Sandis, Natoa, and Danite. Clever...

IC:
The messenger looked around at all the inclosing men; this was going to really be a show. The messenger, without responding, took out two small water flasks, made of clay. He lifted them to his lips, and then suddenly bites down on the poison in his mouth. Quickly he throws the two containers of Greek Fire into the closed in crowed, one on either side of him. The last few things he saw before falling unconscious was screams and the quick spread of this deadly fire.

The fire near the forest was quickly drenched. Knowing that water will not effect the main area, they waited until the fire spread thirty feet in either direction. Like wolves they pounced upon the burning green grasses and sprayed their water flasks all around. Stomping and dirty flying, the fire was subdued within ten minutes. Sadly it did take the lives of five men whom where surrounded early in the battle.

OOC: Turns out the crowding around my 'messenger' wasn't a great idea huh?

OOC: Crowding? They were just ensuring he could only leave the way he came. Thus, there is still an exit. Also, I'm just giving a heads up to those guys, which don't include Danite. I'm just trying to get Warksson to kill him off for me. Oh, and stop trying to kill off my disgusting and evil people. ;)

Rannos glared angerly at the dead messenger in front of him. Through sheer luck he had survived the unneccesary attack. The dozen or so men that had been ensuring the messenger would not attack him had been killed by his pointless attack. Several engineers soon arrived to dose the flames.

"Milord, what happened here?" asked one of the peons.

"Diplomacy gone wrong. Tell the Archtemplar that Galdar will not give in to our demands." responded Rannos wincing from the burns of the Greek Fire. "Tell him to crush the fools!"

Istani City, Holy Empire of Kaddim Hos
Sultan Salih bin Ramazan sat idly on his lavish silk throne in the throne room of his palace. He stood and the two royal guard propped to attention. He was a beast of a man; 6'5'' tall, 226 lbs. of muscle laying behind his ornate clothing.
"Guard, fetch me my Vizier." he commanded.
The guard obeyed silently. A few minutes later, a man in a flowing crimson and gold cloak entered the throne room.
"I am at your service O great Imam." he spoke in his raspy voice.
"Mehmed bin Abbas, your father served me, and now you will do the same for the glory of Muhammad." the Sultan replied.
"As you wish O great one."
"Fetch me my son."
"At once." replied Mehmed as he bowed and exited the throne room. Ten minutes later, the Vizier returned with another man dressed in silks, only this man was youger; perhaps in his early twenties. His golden scimitar sheath flashed in the desert sun. The two men bowed and then the Vizier spoke.
"Amir Hamza bin Salih, as you wished Sultan."
Hamza bowed low and began to speak.
"What would you have of me father."
"Amir Hamza bin Salih, you are to take two armies to the south and conquer two islands there for Muhammad and the glory of Allah."
"As you wish father." the son replied confidently. He then bowed and left the room.
"Vizier, make sure Allah keeps the Amir safe. Accompany him on this holy jihad."
"Anything you command O holy one."
With that, the Vizier bowed and followed the Amir out.

Istani City Streets
The crowds were gathering to see the most amazing spectacle. The Holy Armies of the Sultan were marching to war.

OOC: My Empire for this RP is called Kaddim Hos. The islands I refer to are 40 and 39.

King Bloody Beard looked at this fool of a messenger and began to laugh."Why would I ever want an alliance from your nation?!"He shouts to the messenger with a stare,"You're just trying to trick me aren't you?!You think I'm an idiot!"

Two guards run in because of all the noise.They have their axes in hand."What is wrong,milord?"One asks.

The King calmed down and smiled and said,"I'm fine now."He picked up a lit torch and walked around the table."Hold him!"He ordered.The two guards grabbed the messenger,each holding one arm tightly.

"No one tries to trick me,fool!"The King yelled as he shoved the torch against the messenger's chest.The man screamed in pain as his clothes burnt and his skin burnt."Hack him to pieces!"The King ordered.The guards pushed the messenger to the floor as he began to catch fire.The hack and slashed him with their axes until there was not much left besides blood and lumps of burning flesh.The guards almost gagged at the sight.

"Get him out and burn the rest!"The King ordered.Once the guards had done this and were gone the King sat back in his chair."Everyone who opposes me must burn...."He mumbles to himself and began to laugh loudly.

The next day a group of messengers were sent to Danite to form an alliance.

Sagret Castle, Hallet
As King Barrik finished his wonderful lunch, his personal assistant strode through the doors. Halfway towards the table he did a fancy turn and flip, dancing the rest of the way to the table. His bright greens and purples flash all around with his exotic and smooth movements.

“King Barrik! There are messengers here from the northern barbarian lands of Warksson, the ones who’ve expanded their territories.” Sang out Marrin as he finished his little dance.

King Barrik laughed, Marrin was his favourite friend. So flamboyant and cheerful, it was hard not to smile at his glamorous appearance. “Wonderful! Wait... aren’t those the lads that are known to break alliances, isn’t their king mad?”

“Tis true King,” bowed Marrin into a sweeping arm gesture “But they’ve always been approached with an alliance, never offered.”

Barrik did his own little dance sitting down, even though he knew he must look foolish, it felt good. “Accept it then! Be keep a careful watch on their lands. I want some of my ballista’s ready at those high rocky shores. If long boats filled with barbarians are screaming towards us, strike them down with the full power of Danite!”

“Shall be done!” responded Marrin, whom stayed a bit longer to entertain and converse with the King. Taking a dip into the bits of lunch which was left over.

Seas just off the coast of southern Kaddim Hos
Amir Hamza bin Salih looked out off the bow of the ship.
"Our look-outs have spotted land O great Rashidun." said a soldier dressed in platemail.
"Prepare the landing General."

One hour later

Shores of the Island (OOC: Island 40)
Splashes broke the morning silence. Thousands of Kaddimian soldiers rushed up the beach, waist deep in water.

Amir's Ship, Off Shore
"How is the landing going general?" asked the Amir.
"Just as we planned O holy one. The inhabitants haven't any idea."

Indigenous Village
The wind whistled across the wheat field. The inhabitants of the farm house were just getting up and ready to harvest. The twang of a bowstring broke the silence. Then hundreds more as flaming arrows rained down onto the thatch homes of the villagers. Screams rang out in the cool morning hours as the Kaddimian Cavalry approached. The village was overwhelmed. Kaddimian horsemen flooded the streets scimitars glinting in the sun. When it was all over, barely 200 villagers remained and the village smoldered as thick black smoke rose into the air.

Three Weeks Later...

Istani City, Kaddim Hos
A messenger stood in front of the sultan, panting for breath. The Sultan held the message in his hands.

Sultan Salih bin Ramazan
Island is under the control of Kaddimian forces. Requesting resupply for occupation, Glory to Allah.

-Amir Hamza bin Salih

OOC: Well, the messenger arrived by himself if I remember right.

IC:

Within the Capital fortress of Rea Dan, word reached Sakon of the Warkssons' defiance. If he was to destroy the threat to the west, he would need some other nations to do so. The only nation to come to Sakon's mind was the one that lied in the deserts in the south. The nation that called itself Kaddim Hos, known to the Readanians as the Southron Kingdoms. He would have to put aside his hopes of conquering the lands and ally himself with these peoples. He sent a messenger to their lands, bearing a message of peace and military alliance. Sakon could risk his empire upon the foreign armies of Xarcabard alone.

* * *

Meanwhile, the armies in the south quickly subjugated the lands of one of the fertile lands to the immediate south of Rea Dan (nation 22.) The people were now the servants of the Emperor. The army had lost only a few men to the very few brave resisters who were brutely murdered and hung in all the villages to show the villages the price of rebels would pay.
The army now continued its southwestern march. They were sent to conquer the cape and conquer it the would. The poorly armed nations of the cape would quickly fall to the power of Rea Dan.

OOC: Nation 22 has been conquered, nation 23 is under attack.

Nation 9 and 10 was renamed Newland by the Warksson Raiders.Leaf Artasson went about rebuilding villages and towns and other things that were burned in the North Land style.All those who were concidered loyal were allowed to join the radiers as citizens.All those concidered disloyal were burned at the stake by orderes of King Bloody Beard.Rumors had spread throughout the raiders about the King's madness.None of them were willing to do anything about it because they were afraid of the King's might.

The messengers sent to Danite asked if a meeting could be arranged to discuss the matter of the Rea Dan threat.An alliance would only be arranged if this was discussed.

Tresmar, Northern Keep
A sealed scroll was delivered to the messengers, with The Holy Empire of Danite’s royal insignia imprisoned in the wax. The following was carefully said to the messengers on the chance their king couldn’t read.

“The meeting shall be held here in Tresmar, northern keep. Come in one month’s time, this should allow you to prepare everything you need. You may bring no more than twenty soldiers along with you, and five aids. You will supply your own transport here.”

With this, hopefully, firmly engraved in the messengers mind they where set on their way. Preparations for the meeting had already begun to take place. Knowing how rowdy barbarians and/or Vikings can get, the order for four large, hard oak tables where made. Along with thirty-two hard oak chairs, this should at least keep them intact longer. Valuables and decorations where removed and placed in storage, while bear skins and the bones of animals now lined the halls. Unknown of what the king enjoys, a large order of mead and many types of meat where made too: Boar, steak, chicken, etc.

Hallet, Castle Docks
Many of the newly finished war ships lined the sea crested docks, their large colourful sails swaying in the gentle wind. The Captain himself was there to inspect the ships, him and his crew went around with their note-pads, making sure each ship was ready for battle or the seas.

The ‘new’ technology that Barrik had ordered was the last items to be installed on each ship. Each weapon was plated with gold coloured iron, a little fancy for the Captains needs. But Barrik has asked for it, and he is the king.

“Sir!” called out a sailor to the Captain, “Where do you want these?” He gestured back to a large grouping of crates.

“Ahh, the supplies! Good, umm… put them over there. Put the standard twenty crates on each ship that passed inspection.” replied the Captain, giving the sailor a slight nod.

“Yes sir” called out the sailor, saluting him before turning to carry out his task.

The Captain walked down the docks, smiling as each new ship passed inspection. His new fleet was stupendous, as he mentioned several times to his followers. But looks aren’t everything, so the real question would be if they would pass the battle test.

Saljuq Province (Island 40)
The morning was hot, like many in this part of the world. The Amir awoke and proceeded to his throneroom. When he arrived, he found a priest on his knees at the centre of the room.
"Who is this man Captain?" asked the Amir
"He is a priest from the temple here in the city."
"Ah, a non-believer; what does he want? Speak Mamluk!" the Amir commanded.
"Please sir, my temple has been closed, the people need to be-" he was cut off as the Amir slapped him across the face.
"You are an infidel. A worthless worm on Allah's great creation. Your precious temple is to become a Masjid for the loyal and faithful among us to pray to almighty Allah."
"That is a desecration of our lord God." trembled the priest.
The Amir drew his scimitar from it's gem encrusted scabard.
"Your God is powerless, you believe his lie. Allah is the only truth, you must pay for your faithlessness." replied the Amir.
The movement was perfect. In an instant, the priest's head seperated from his neck. A guard approached the Amir and handed him a cloth. He wiped the blood from his blade and bowed down onto his knees.
"Glory to Allah." he whispered.

Coast of Island 39
The small boat bobbed up and down in the gentle waves. The old man adjusted his hat to give him some shade from the blazing sun. Suddenly, his fishing pole began to shake. He pulled on it as hard as he could. A few minutes later, he stood up admiring the fish that he had just captured.
The man then slouched and looked in shock at the shaft protruding from his sun-burnt chest. A trickle of crimson rolled down his stomach. With a gasp he collapsed in a pool of blood.

Kaddimian Warship, Coast of Island 39
"Excellent shot O great one." called the soldier on the bow of the ship.
The General began to unstring the bow. He turned to the other officers standing beside him.
"These people don't put up much of a fight." he laughed.
The other officer instinctively laughed with him.

5 hours later.....

Cretia, Capital of Island 39
Thomas Ilitan looked out over the city from his watch tower. It was the time of day when the sun hadn't faded but there was little light left. He hated having to spend the night on sentry. Most of the time he had some company, but lately the council had decided to lessen the militia presence. The island hadn't been at war in decades. He twanged on his shortbow string. He then propped up. He could hear something, like a low rumble. He extended his arm with the torch to get some light.
Maybe its earthquake... He thought to himself.
But then he saw a rider coming full speed up the road into town yelling something. At first he couldn't make it out, but it became clearer as the rider neared. Finally he understood. The cloaked man kept yelling.
"Invaders! Invaders from the sea!!!"
Thomas reached over and began to ring the bell. The rumbling continued.

Cretia Town Square
About six hundred soldiers had gathered in the square including Thomas Ilitan. They were a rag-tag bunch of mostly town militia supported by about thirty professional soliders. The leader of the council stood on the fountain ledge in front of them.
"Defenders of Cretia! You are about to be in a struggle, a monumental struggle against an impeding evil. One which threatens to destroy our culture and way of life. Always remember, you are the defenders of this land, and of the the faith." he said.
With that, the soldiers and citizens who had gathered began to pray in unison.
"Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
Forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen."

Fields outside Cretia City
General Kadri sat on his horse looking out at the city.
"How many, major?" he asked.
An old solider on the horse next to him answered.
"Reports indicate five or six hundred, mostly militia and peasants."
"Bring forth archers and the men from the Jahluk divisions."
"As you command General."
Archers with longbows gathered in a line formation. Behind them stoof about three hundred massive soldiers dressed in half-plate. In their sheaths sat gingatic, viscious looking two-handed swords.
A man ran across in front of the archers pouring oil as another followed him lighting the oil on fire.
General Kadri spoke again.
"Major, have the onagers with greek fire brought forth."
"Yes, at once." he said as he rode to the rear of the Kaddimian lines.

One hour later...

Cretian Lines
The men stood looking nervously through the night fog. The could still make out the sheer side of the invading army by the small fires that lay in front of them. Thomas Ilitan was trembling. He clutched his short sword and small shield with all his might. A professional soldier led his squad from the head of it. The could see now that a lone rider had emerged from enemy ranks and galloped toward the centre of the field holding a torch.
The guard captain leant over to his lieutenant. The lieutenant then lit his torch and rode out to the centre to meet the other rider. Twenty minutes passed, then thirty. Finally they heard the sounds of horses hoofs galloping against the sand and mud. Thomas saw the lieutenant's outline against the light from the enemy lines. He let out a sigh of relief, but as the horse neared, something wasn't right. Then the Lieutenant was visible. His head had been severed at the neck almost fully, it now hung on by a flap of skin and bounced as the horse moved. His torch was impaled in a gaping chest wound. Several men cried out in terror as one squad began to break rank. The sergeant pulled them back together. Drums began to beat from the enemy lines. A man standing next to Thomas sniffled. Thomas look over to see, but the smell hit him like a sack of bricks. The man had deficated himself.

Kaddimian Lines
The archers lit their bows as the Kaddimian rider reached the safety of their lines.
"Archers, Fire." commanded the General.
Hundreds of flaming arrows streaked across the night sky towards the defenders of the city.

Cretian Lines
The soldiers saw them coming, hundreds of specks of light flew up from the invaders' lines and lit up the sky.
"Oh god! We have to run, we have to get out of here!" yelled a man behind Thomas.
"Hold the line!" screamed another sergeant, but it was too late.
Some men had dropped their weapons and ran back into the city.
"Defenders of Cretia! Hold this line! Do not falt-" yelled the Captain but he was cut off as two arrows slammed into his leather armour. He slouched and fell off his horse. Hundreds of other flaming pieces of death rained down on the militia. Thomas's arm strained as two arrow crashed into his shield. Men all around him were cut down by the arrows. After they had all landed, the lines were in disarray.
"Fill those holes men, move together!" commanded the sergeant.
The men slowly began to press forward.

Kaddimian Lines
"They are advancing sir." said a young lieutenant.
"Foolish infidels." replied the General.
"What are your orders?"
"Greek Fire."

Cretian Lines
The men were amazed when another volley of arrows didn't rain down on them.
"The must be scared!" laughed the sergeant.
His laughter was cut short by three huge cracks.
The men looked up. They saw nothing, suddenly with a crash, flames exploded in the squad over from Thomas. Men were screaming and roll around in flames. Then another crash, then another. Flames were everywhere.
"Adavance men! Advance!" screamed the sergeant over the roaring crackle of the flames.
The men kept moving past the flaming corpses and screaming, rithing bodies of their comrades.

Kaddimian Lines
"You aren't going to believe this sir, the enemy is still advancing." said the lieutenant, clearly in shock.
"Bring forth the Lahjuk division. Order an advance."
"As you wish sir."

Cretian Lines
They were only a few hundred meters away from the enemy. The smell of burning flesh still filled the air around them. Thomas looked up and saw that the enemy was finally sending actually soldiers against them, now was their time. Closer and closer, the enemy troops marched in perfect ranks. It wasn't until the Cretian militia were within 50 meters that they realized what they were up against. Hundreds of massive men brandishing Two-Handed swords in plate armour.
"Lets get them men! For Cretia!!!" the sergeant began to scream.
As the men reached the enemy, it was a bloobath. Outnumbered and overwhelmed. In an instant the militia were surrounded by men twice their size holding massive sword. Men were ebing cut down all around him. Thomas screamed and charged on solider with his back turned. He rammed his sword underneath the man's plate. He felt it hit flesh as the soldier let out a howl and rolled to the ground, writhing in pain. Thomas felt the power of killing the enemy. He was whipped into a frezy slashing and hacking at every enemy he could find. It wasn't long however, before the battle had unfolded. The militia was severly outnumbered and being cut down by the dozens. One man next to Thomas was chopped clear in two. The sergeant fought valiantly but was cornered by four enemy troops and hacked to pieces. Thomas screamed as the sergeant's lifeless body flopped to the ground. A searing pain flew through his leg and up his body. He turn just fast enough to see the flat of a sword blade before it smashed into his face.

The Next Morning

Field outside Cretia
The field was strewn with the bodies of hundreds of men, most of them town militia. The flames still burned. General Kadri rode up to the Major who stoofd over six peasants tied up.They were all badly beaten.
"Why did you oppose the might of Allah's armies?" he asked.
One man spoke, it was Thomas Ilitan.
"God blesses those whose hearts are pure, for they will see God." Thomas uttered in absolute pain. General Kadri laughed.
"You cling to your blind faith, when you cannot even see the truth which is Allah. You and your five comrades will live long enough to see this city burned to the ground."

As they watched the city burn, thousands of screams could be heard. Thomas wondered what had happened to his wife and son, if they were okay. He bowed his head and the other prisoners did the same. The beagn to speak all together.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over."

General Kadri drew his scimitar, and one by one he slashed the necks of the prisoners until only Thomas remained, still reciting the prayer.
"Even in death, you cling to a false god. Soon you shall see what your faith in this "god" has brought you.
Thomas spoke again.
"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever."
As he finished, the General raised his scimitar and thrust it into the flesh of Thomas Ilitan.
"Send a message to the sultan, this island has been claimed for Allah." he commanded as he wiped the blood from the blade.

OOC: I suppose I will begin the Galdar-Readanian battles.

IC:

The Archtemplar had received word from Rannos. The peoples of Galdar were not as weak as he had supposed. Their forces would rather die than be ruled by the Emperor. He and the other commanders knew the peril of rushing blindly into an enemy controlled forest. Victory would surely be theirs if they did not get rid of their cover.

"Soldier, go tell the engineers to prepare the trebuchets. Have some other men help you fetch them the God Flames." He said to a soldier guarding the door to the former council room. "The forests of Galdar will burn one way or another!"

* * *

That night, Trebuchets were stationed barely within range of the forests of Galdar. Two lines of 200 spearmen and a line of 100 templars (longswordsmen also armed with short bows,) guarded the siege weapons from attack. Siege engineers loaded greek fire into the machines and launched hundreds of rather large (basketball sized) spheres into the sky.
A few spheres land away from the woods, but most hit within the first few yards of the forest. Great fires started near the outer rim of the forest. The Archtemplar hoped to have all the forest ablaze before dawn.

* * *

In the meanwhile, the armies of head southward face few resistors along their way. Most of the people of the nation were farmers who had fled to their capital when word reached them of the army. These farmers called their lands Edior, "Lands of Fertility." Soon it would be called Gol'Gormoth, "Southern Slave Province."

The slamming of war machines could be heard, and the gentle light of the burning forest flickered in the distance. Night had just begun to fall; shadows slowly crept along the lands. Within the shadows lurked the most feared of Galdar’s warriors, clan panther. Their dark leathers matched the grounds perfectly, while their darkly tinted swords shed no sheen. All their lives they’d been trained to move silently, hiding from all sights. Now their all their work would pay off. No longer was it just simply territory battles, it was personal. Never before had all the clans united like this, but never before did the enemy target the gentle forest.

The sign came back to indicate 300 soldiers, # number of war machines. It only took an hour to figure out their patrol routes and guarding posts. The clan moved in closer, keeping low to the group with their cloaks about them.

“H…” was all the first spearman got out, the short-sword protruding from his chest was removed and he was silently placed to the ground.

The single deaths and assassinations slowly continued, no reason to rush, no reason to scream. Everything would happen lightly and in order, chaos solves nothing.

The last of the Templars and Spearmen looked around at the inclosing shadow. It no longer mattered if they where seen, eight hundred darkly cloaked figures hungry for blood walked inwards. Like a black wave over the rocks, clan panther smothered the entire camp.

* * *

The next morning the bodies of the Rea Dan soldiers where found by the rest of Galdar’s men, the ones he commanded at least. Each was cut down either from behind or in great numbers. Poisons where used, precision cuts where made, death was swift. Only clan panther could do this. Each of the war machines was disabled and carefully destroyed. If any of the panthers fell, it was impossible to tell. 300 bodies litter the ground, all Rea Dans men. Some had bows and swords drawn, a good number of them didn’t even have time to close their eyes before they died. This was a final message to the Rea Dan people to leave the forest alone, or a painful death would wash through his country.

King Bloody Beard was reaching the port of Danite in his personal longship.He had twenty raiders and five aids like what was requested.The raiders were all North Easterners,they were the only ones he could trust.He wasn't sure how far he could even trust them.People were power-hungry now a days.

The ship landed at port.The King yelled to the people waiting for him,"I am King Wilt Matinsson of the North Land.Show me to the meeting place."The King was dressed in his simple breastplate and bear hide cape.He had his mighty warhammer at his side and a medium shield on his back.He had his bull's horned helmet on.He didn't look any different from any other Warksson Raider.The only thing that made him stand out was there was some gold and silver on his helmet and shield.

Ten of his soldiers had medium shileds,chainmail and warhammers.The other ten had two-handed longswords and half-plate.

Sultan's Palace, Istani City
The two scribes sat at their desks taking down every word the Sultan spoke.
"And that is why I wish to propose a new dawn of friendship between our noble peoples. We have much to offer such as some of the finest silks and linens in all the land and also many exotic spices. Respond when you wish." echoed the Sultan's voice.
They finished the letters and marked the tops. One clearly read 'Holy Empire of Danite' and the other read 'Kingdom of Warksson'. The Sultan approached and signed each one
May Allah be with you,
Sultan Salih bin Ramazan, Leader of Kaddim Hos
The sultan then spoke again,
"Messengers! Have these delivered to their proper destinations."
He stamped the wax sealing on both with the Kaddim Hos Royal signet ring.

Shores of Province 30
The landing went as the previous had gone before, flawlessly. The Kaddimian forces had become quite adept at sea invasions. The soldiers rushed ashore and formed up on the beach.

Four hours later...

The Invasion Force was ready. General Kadri admired the soldiers' perfect ranks. He rode to the front and spoke.
"Today is a great day for Kaddim Hos. We are about to embark on a conquest of the mainland. For the glory of Allah!"
The soldiers all raised their weapons and spoke at once,
"For Allah!"

Two weeks later...

Village, Southern Province 30
After two weeks are hard fighting, the Kaddimians had the upper hand. The defending forces were unprepared for this attack and were in disarray. General Kadri had set up his field Headquarters in this village. A Captain approached the General's horse.
"Sir, most of the defenders have gathered in the capital city. What are your orders?" he asked hesitantly
"Order one Heavy Cavalry division and three Light Cavalry divisions to mop up the rest of the defending forces around the province. Order the rest of the army to advance on the city and isolate it from any reinforcements."
"As you command."

Province 30 Capital City
The defenders stood in awe on the stone walls of the city. The army before them was massive. An army of 120,000 professional soldiers including cavalry, catapults and siege towers stood poised to attack. A lone rider emerged from the army. He rode up to the gate under a white banner of truce.
"Indigenous peoples, we wish that no harm shall come to you because you are not the target of our jihad. Lay down your arms and you shall be spared." he called up to the guards on the wall.

20 minutes later.

The gate creaked open and the governor of the province accompanied by his aide and captain of the guard rode out to meet the Kaddimian rider. Words were exchanged and the governor rode back into the city. Three hours later the citizens of the city had gathered at the gates and they were hauled open. Slowly they marched out in surrender. A unit of cavalry soldiers from the Kaddimian lines proceeded to remove the defenders' weapons and armour.
When all had gathered, General Kadri rode to the head of them, flanked by his Royal Guard.
"Citizens of this province, you are to be executed for treason against our almighty god, Allah. You are infidels on his creation." he said.
"General, you promised you would spare these people!" screamed the governor holding his wif and young son.
"Promises to lowly worms such as yourself are easily forgotten. Kill them." the General turned his horse and galloped back to his lines. The screams of the citizens rang out in the afternoon air. When the General returned, a major from his Lahjuk division approached him.
"Sir, what shall I have the messenger dispatch to the Sultan?" he asked.
"Tell him, Allah grows powerful, this province belongs to him now."

Four weeks later, almost all opposition to Kaddimian rule had been extinguished in this territory. Another province had fallen to the might of Kaddim Hos.

OOC:
Interesting PT war read.

Tresmar, Northern Keep
The barbarian king and his followers where lead through the portcullis, into the keep, down a long stone hallway, and then into the meeting room. Everything had just been finished the day before, from wall-hangings to the last of the hard oak chairs. Several large animal-skin rugs lined the floors as carpets, large plates of food sat ready on the table, and many torches flickered brilliantly around the large room.

Ten royal guards stood along the walls, keeping their eyes on the barbarians and their king. Barrik’s representative sat at the far end of the first table, his robes gently flowed around his gentle frame.

King Bloody beard and his people where welcomed and seated at the four tables, plenty of food and drink welcomed them.

“Gentlemen! Help yourselves to our good graces, feast, drink and be merry.”

The conversation and discussion carried late into the night, bards where more then once summoned to play a tune/ballad to relax from the topic. Rooms where given to each of the guests, three per room so they could feel safe, the king able to have six others in his room.

Unknown, Unknown training grounds
“Tight your scales!” called out Marthoes, leader of the Skiken. This fabled team was supposedly the great ones whom rode the valiant dragons into many a grand battle, including the War of the Lance. Very few people have seen these mastiffs of men, fewer have lived after seeing them. No man smaller than 6’5”, or under 250 lbs, was ever seen among their ranks. No families, no outside friends, no lovers. They where born for the thrill of the flight, the hunt, they where fully trained killers. Each had custom plate-male armour, the appearance that of dragon scales, with spikes at all the joints. Hooked plate boots, fanged helm, and clawed gauntlets. Massive serrated blades, mighty bows the size of men, heavy hammers that looked like dragon heads on poles, each man could scare away an army.

Five rows of twelve where instantly made, each beast starring directly forward. The first rows armour was red, second row was blue, third and fourth where green, and the last row was white. Marthoes had completely black armour on, the most feared colour among the dragons.

Marthoes walked up and down the front of the first row, looking directly into the unflinching eyes of his fellow Skiken. “Let us salute the old lords, though time does pass, our spirits do not!”

The response was intense, each Skiken stomped their feet and let out a loud roar. Sixty giants of men shook the earth with their sound and weight, after ten seconds they became silent.

“King Barrik has sent word, the great ones might be needed. I want each of you to remember your oaths, before you can master your sword you must master your mind. Ride!” called out Marthoes.

Ever man went down on his right knee and held his weapon up, bowing his heads. In unison they recited,

“Soul scar the fallen warrior,
Bright star lead our might,
Alone we fly,
Together we fight!

Soul scar the fallen dragon,
Bright star lead their sight,
Together they fly,
Alone they fight!”

At the end each row stood individually and bowed. As impressive they stood, impressively they walked away.

OOC: Galdar, according to the battle rp rules I'm supposed to respond to such attacks with realistic losses. I'll accept such attacks for now.

IC:

The Archtemplar had heard of the slaughter of the attack force, any further attacks on this country would likely fail. They would need to use politics on these simplistic people, atleast non-agression would suffice. Galthios sent out his messenger to the forest edge. A risk of a man's life but hopefully a last chance to end this diplomatically rather than further this bloodbath.

The messenger was a nervous young man. He looked very similar to the recently murdered Valkors; tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. The only difference seemed to be that the younger messenger seemed awkward and with long features.

"Hullo? I am a diplomat for the peoples of Readanian. I mean the Galdar people no harm. I merely would like to discuss peace with your leader." stammered the man into the abyssmal darkness of the forest.

OOC: You’re right, I’m sorry.

IC: After twenty minutes, an arrow strikes the closest tree to Rea Dan’s messenger. Around the letter was a piece of paper, tied with dyed green wool.

“Stay Away and Live” was scrawled across it.

King Bloody Beard sat in the room given to him at Danite.He was staring intently into the fireplace,the fire reflecting off his eyes.His mightly warhammer was laying across his lap.He was stroking it gently with one hand.

He thought he could see a face in the fire."Wilt Matinsson!"It seemed to say in a booming voice,"I am Thor,God of Thunder!"Wilt couldn't believe what he was hearing.It was Thor himself coming to talk to him."What do you want of me,great lord?"He asked Thor in awe and respect."You shall be come the greatest and most powerful mortal."Wilt clutched his warhammer tightly in both hands."Thank you for such a honor,lord."He said."You must be careful."Thor warned,"Everyone is out to get you.Mortals are power-hungry and will steal it from anyone.Do not trust anyone!Crush and burn everyone who gets in your way!I have spoken."Thor slowy disappears."I shall do as you command!All who challenge me shall burn!"He shouted at the fire.He began laughing madly.

The two guards standing at the door saw the whole thing a bit differently.There was no Thor in the fire.There was no other voice.All they heard was King Bloody Beard talking and yelling at the fire.The two guards stared at each other.When the King was laughing one guard whispered to the other,"We must tell Leaf Artasson that the King's madness is growing."The other one nodded in approval.

Sakon paced within his throne room, his long white robes brushing the ground. The forces near Galdar were delayed. The northern coast should have been part of Rea Dan by now.
Sakon’s anxiety was not made any less with the lack of response from the messenger sent southward. Sakon did not want to have a threat to the south as well as the west and the north. He sent once more for a messenger.

“Young Halus, I need for you to take a ship to the lands of Danite. Take with you some men and this non-agression pact.” said Sakon as he handed the young man a scroll, “If he denies, die fighting for the great god Bael!”

“If that is what you wish, my lord.” said the messenger as he bowed and departed.

* * *

The messenger of the army fled back to the camp. Galthios, after hearing the messenger’s story, decided to march forth into the Galdar forests. The Galdar-Rea Dan war would be a harsh and bloody one.

The Holy Empire of Danite
*Two week period*

Day 3
King Bloody Beard had departed the day before, after much more talk and discussion an alliance had been reached. During these discussions the information of ‘Rea Dans’ attempt to bring another nation, King Bloody Beards, into an unknown war was brought up. The alliance rules stood under the pen: No nation in the agreement would attack one another. Each nation is compelled to offer military assistance to each other, and have open trading. Scheduled to be re-read and possibly resigned in three years time.

Day 5 Sagret Castle
Sitting high on this throne, King Barrik slammed his fists down. His face red with anger, this surprised most whom knew him. He was usually smiling and dancing, taking care of his people. Never was he upset, and never was he this clearly angry. Something was terribly wrong.

“What!” he yelled out at the messenger, “Rea Dan dares to ask for assistance to attack us! We haven’t even traded with those fools, how could we be a ‘common enemy’! This is madness!”

“I know King” bowed the messenger quickly, “I only inform you of what King Bloody Beard informed us of. Apparently a messenger came to rally Bloods people against us, he denied the offer”.

“If Rea Dan nations dare to threaten us, they shall now know we’re an enemy! If they want war, they got it!” yelled out Barrik, trying to focus into the large room instead of at the poor messenger.

“Send out the messengers, Rea Dan is no longer a neutral party! I also want four hundred more soldiers on our borders with King Bloody! I’m not sure if we can trust him, this could all be some sort of pincer strike!” called out Barrik.

That day a dozen wind riders (Messengers) where dispatched, all heading towards major keeps and castles. From there more wind rides would be sent off until all the nations would know. If there was one thing King Barrik had going for him, it was an amazing relay network.

Day 7 Border Keep #3
“Sir, unknown messenger has come to speak.” called out the porter.

“Let him in, where does he say he comes from” question the leader.

“Some place called The Holy Empire of Kaddim Hos” replied the porter, struggling with some of these words.

“Okay then, bring him to the waiting room. Then I’ll come meet with him; make him comfortable as we do with all our guests.”

The porter understood this. He nodded to the two guards which stood by his side and had the messenger escorted into a medium sized room, with a round table and five chairs. The room was simple, only two doors. The one he came in from and the one currently opening with an officer walking in. This man seemingly the one who is in charge, who sat at the far side of the table, placing a fresh bowl of fruit between the two.

“Hail foreign friend and be welcome. Is there some drink or food and I can get for you, a room perhaps to rest yourself? Your horse is currently being tended to *If you rode a horse*, anything we can do to make this trip more enjoyable we’ll try to do.” said the leader in a polite voice, making him seem quiet friendly.

The two guards stood on either side of the door, keeping their eyes on the ‘visitor’, and their hands on their long swords.


Day 9 Border Keep #2
“Sir” called out a guard, “we have a Rea Dan ship coming towards us”.

The leader stood up and took a look, making sure this knight didn’t get his symbols mixed up. But he was correct; a Rea Dan ship came forward. Only yesterday morning had a messenger informed them of the new ruling towards these peoples. “K.O.S.” was all the letter informed, the leader informed his men and they all confirmed it.

“That doesn’t make sense, we get a messenger informing us of this new enemy, and then a single enemy ship sails directly towards us? I can’t even see many soldiers on there; then again they could be hiding.” Questioned the leader out loud as he called out the men, walking up the stone steps.

Everyone took their place as the Rea Dan ship came closer, 400 feet… 300 feet… 200 feet… 150 feet!

“Launch ‘em!” called the leader, looking down at the three ballista’s which stood ready. “Light ‘em up!” he finished with.

Three giant ballista spears hurtled towards the advancing enemy ship. At the same time, forty archers dipped their oil wrapped arrows into waiting torches. Instantly catching fire, the archers took their aim and fired. These archers had been in the army for little over a year, most only having been in combat once or twice. There arrows leaped through the sky and trailed smoke and fire down towards the advancing ship.

The leader called out, “Twenty more archers on the north wall, I want that ship smoking like a Hell-burner before it reaches fifty feet of our shores. Fire another volley, kill any and all who abandon ship and try to swim for our holy lands. No mercy! Kill on Sight!” taking out his own bow, and getting ready to fire.

With the portcullis down, sixty knights on horse back await until the word is given. Once the ship is sunk or completely destroyed they will comb the beaches and kill all those they find alive. No prisoners, no chances. They all had short bows and where trained to shoot a body once before walking up to it. No surprise.

OOC: Rea Dan, did "Galthios, after hearing the messenger’s story, decided to march forth into the Galdar forests." march in alone, or with his band of soldiers. If with soldiers, how many and how are the assembled.

OOC to Galdar: The remaining 150,000. They're are marching in lines with armored templars and spearmen along the sides. Then cross bow men and then siege weapons and calvary. Oh, and you destroyed 12 trebuchets before.

OOC to Danite: Leave it to a holy empire to be rash. ;)

As the Rea Dan soldiers marched unopposed through the burnt forest, grey ash blowing away as men and machine crunched over dead wood. The damage done was extensive, for twenty-four miles the soldiers marched through burnt and destroyed forest.

Allied barbarians of Galdar crept parallel the Rea Dan army, their black skins and ashen faces kept them well hidden. Each weapon was dusted black and all leather was darkly died. They kept a close watch on the Rea Dan army, watching them break through the once beautiful forest, now dead from the hate-filled fire which tore through their lands. Malice burned in every barbarians tear filled eyes, never before had anyone attack their innocent forest. They had worked madly to attempt to control the fire, but with no success. Eventually they had to hack down living trees so the fire could spread no more. It’s not often that you’ll see over three-hundred large, manly, barbarians crying as they hacked the life out of their mother lands.

The enemy soldiers would pay dearly for the pain they’ve caused, the harm they’ve done. The barbarians of Galdar thirstily waited for any of the Rea Dan troops to fall behind, or a small group to get lost. Even a temporary mistake would be fatal, all sides where fully covered, especially their rear. Impossible to miss the metal armoured soldiers and heavy machinery of war, the deadly shadow stayed with the enemy soldiers.

Every once in a while a small group of barbarians would fire a few arrows into the Rea Dan flanks and then instantly flea, any who followed where lead into multiple traps and ambushes. It was very quickly learned that those Rea Dan soldiers would not likely leave alive. Four times a day, erratically, flaming arrows where launched into supply wagons and war machines. With the damage already done, they barbarians had no fear of setting the charred forest ablaze.

At night the barbarians would play their war drums, howling with the wolves and other creatures. Shrieking loudly and making unnatural noises, making sleep all but impossible for these doomed warriors. Another obstacle for the enemy soldiers was food and water, with the wide spread destruction these where rare gifts. Animals where scarcely seen and most water supplies with thick, black sludge spots. Even the river was polluted with ash and heavy dust/sand.

The soldiers of Rea Dan were not fools. They knew that these ambushes would be likely and very few followed them into their traps. The soldiers of Rea Dan were also vicious and vile. Those that had fallen to the ambushes were to be sliced up for later meals. Tossed into one of several meatwagons.

The exhausted army would have to rest eventually, but the Archtemplar knew that nightfall would be the night the foolish men of Galdar would strike. He had the men set camp and prepare for attack. empty tents ringed the outside of the camp while the meat wagons and siege weapons were within. The next day some would sleep and that night they would continue their march.

OOC: Just so you are aware of how large this army of little less than 150,000 is, imagine the army that attack Minas Tirith in the Return of the King. That army is supposedly 100,000 strong.

Sagret Castle, Holy Empire of Danite
The diplomat stood and bowed low to the king.
"I come bearing gifts in the hopes of creating an agreement, the pathetic leaders of Rea Dan have insulted both our powerful and proud nations."
He held out a guilded dagger on a velvet pillow. It was perfectly crafted. The pommel was pure gold encrusted with various gems. An ornate head of a serpent was carved into the end. The blade was polished steel with etchings of various characters on it.
"The blade reads; 'Ally and friend, defender of the faith' in our native tongue. We hope we can ally and work for a common goal." he said bowing lower again.

Area west of 30
Colonel Liara held the orders in his hand as he overlooked the overgrowth of the area.

Colonel Liara,
You are to capture the area west of our new colony. Take no prisoners.

He meant to follow those orders to the letter. He turned and looked back to his standing army.
"Capture this area for Allah. You are soldiers of the faith. Advance with no prisoners!" he ordered.
All through the night, the sound of marching armies and screams of villagers rang into the night.

Area 25
Yet again, General Kadri looked out over the battlefield. He turned to the other officer next to him.
"Native infidels. We shall crush them as we crushed the rest for the glory of the faith."
The officers laughed.
"Sir, scouts report roughly 12,000 indigenous warriors stand against us." said a runner as he approached.
"What of their organization?" The General asked.
"Mostly barbarians, a few more organized militia divisions."
"Bring forth the veteran divisions. I want the Turin's Cavalry Division to be the tip of my spear."
"As you command O holy one."
As the attack began, Kadri laughed to himself. Barbarians and Militia couldn't possibly stand up to the might of his armies, especially the elite cavalry divisions.

OOC: Um, ow exactly have I insulted your people? People just seem to hate me because I'm vile and industrious. :(

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OOC: *Laughs* So Rea Dan, you've attacked me. And now you're threatening Ar Sandis, Natoa, and Danite. Clever...

OOC:Ar Sandis and Natoa might want to start becoming worried about this and respond.

OOC: Well, I wasn't truly threating you ICly, I did send someone to make peace with you...