Dephire
17-09-2006, 03:39
Two hundred years ago, an Empire had stretched across the world. They were strong, and undeniably talented at war. Before Dephire was ever found, this empire had it under it's power. That was until Scythis, a war hero of Sarajevo, stood up against them. He rose an army of well over one hundred and fifty thousand men to fight the Emperor's invading army, and he won. Dephire is a word from Defiant. Thus the name given to the land of which Scythis had fought for.
Upon the news of the Emperor's army beind defeated, the Emperor's son, Juatio, took this opportunity to claim the throne. In doing so, he had over three billion soldiers at his command. Over the past five decades of his reign, he sent countless voyages to this Defiant land. Every time Scythis beat his army.
After the Emperor died, many people lost interest in this empire and fled for this land. They joined with Scythis and expanded Sarajevo. Juatio had but one son whose name was Juanto. Juanto, not wishing to follow in his father's arrogant footsteps, decided to modernize the technology of his army. Gun powder hadn't been refined enough to be used as more than playful rockets.
With this modernization came new tactics, and so Juanto sent out one wave of this newly advanced army. This was his mistake, because over time Scythis had been building up his defenses.
The slaughter of Juanto's army was massive. Thirty million men died within minutes of landing. Even though outnumbered fifteen to one, Scythis' army prevailed.
In one last struggle to defeat his enemy, Juanto himself goes out to fight this defiant nation. He gathers an army of one hundred and fifty million men to fight Sarajevo. Unknown to him, Scythis had created a technology that would strike fear into any man's heart. A working cannon. Not only that, but Scythis' navy had them on their ships. Crude, but still very effective.
The battle was fierce, but once again, Scythis prevailed...
Five years later, after almost eighty years of war, Scythis finally dies of natural causes. His coffin was made of pure ivory, and over top of the site, a giant white marble tower was erected to reflect his glory. Over the next few hundred years, the tower was expanded. Now, almost five hundred years to the day, the tower serves as the Emperor's Palace. Located directly above Scythis' grave is a throne of polished black marble.
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The Empire has long since fallen. Yet, it still remains as a nation known only as Thrieta. Without an Emperor, it was left to slowly decay. Well, that was until a man named Ghanta Nuboau decided to declare himself the long off descendant of the Empire. He erected an army of many many men, and decided to once again fight Dephire.
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Seas two hundred miles South East of Toraqual, Providence of Dephire:
"Where the hell did they come from!"
Captain Jack Nicoli was scrambling around in his scout ship. An alarm was ringing loudly amongst the small fleet. Enemy contacts.
"There are hundreds of them! Thousands possibly! Oh my god! Send help! Immediately!"
A torpedo collided with the hull. Now the scouting ship was taking in water, fast.
"We are hit! Someone alert the Dephirian Coast Guard! Enemy fleet!"
A low ranking sailor picked up the intercom, but it was too late for them. A missile destroyed the ship entirely.
Capitol City of Dephire, Alexandria:
"What is it Sir?"
A man was looking at his radar.
"Something is wrong...we have lost contact with a scouting fleet near Toraqual."
The other man was confused.
"Toraqual. That's what, five hundred or so miles away from Deband? Maybe they got caught in a storm or something."
The man at the computer was not so sure.
"It says that the skies have been clear for weeks now. Something's wrong. Tell Coronado to send some Aurora's to investigate."
--Two Hours Later--
"This is Captain John Kaine. No sign of Scouting fleet. Wait...what the hell is that? Oh my god! EVADE EVADE! MISSILE!!!"
Static.
"Missile? What the....Missile in Toraqual? They must be mistaking. Toraqual is not equipped with missiles...wait. Kaine...Kaine? You there? Hello?"
Silence.
Upon the news of the Emperor's army beind defeated, the Emperor's son, Juatio, took this opportunity to claim the throne. In doing so, he had over three billion soldiers at his command. Over the past five decades of his reign, he sent countless voyages to this Defiant land. Every time Scythis beat his army.
After the Emperor died, many people lost interest in this empire and fled for this land. They joined with Scythis and expanded Sarajevo. Juatio had but one son whose name was Juanto. Juanto, not wishing to follow in his father's arrogant footsteps, decided to modernize the technology of his army. Gun powder hadn't been refined enough to be used as more than playful rockets.
With this modernization came new tactics, and so Juanto sent out one wave of this newly advanced army. This was his mistake, because over time Scythis had been building up his defenses.
The slaughter of Juanto's army was massive. Thirty million men died within minutes of landing. Even though outnumbered fifteen to one, Scythis' army prevailed.
In one last struggle to defeat his enemy, Juanto himself goes out to fight this defiant nation. He gathers an army of one hundred and fifty million men to fight Sarajevo. Unknown to him, Scythis had created a technology that would strike fear into any man's heart. A working cannon. Not only that, but Scythis' navy had them on their ships. Crude, but still very effective.
The battle was fierce, but once again, Scythis prevailed...
Five years later, after almost eighty years of war, Scythis finally dies of natural causes. His coffin was made of pure ivory, and over top of the site, a giant white marble tower was erected to reflect his glory. Over the next few hundred years, the tower was expanded. Now, almost five hundred years to the day, the tower serves as the Emperor's Palace. Located directly above Scythis' grave is a throne of polished black marble.
____________________________________________________________________________
The Empire has long since fallen. Yet, it still remains as a nation known only as Thrieta. Without an Emperor, it was left to slowly decay. Well, that was until a man named Ghanta Nuboau decided to declare himself the long off descendant of the Empire. He erected an army of many many men, and decided to once again fight Dephire.
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Seas two hundred miles South East of Toraqual, Providence of Dephire:
"Where the hell did they come from!"
Captain Jack Nicoli was scrambling around in his scout ship. An alarm was ringing loudly amongst the small fleet. Enemy contacts.
"There are hundreds of them! Thousands possibly! Oh my god! Send help! Immediately!"
A torpedo collided with the hull. Now the scouting ship was taking in water, fast.
"We are hit! Someone alert the Dephirian Coast Guard! Enemy fleet!"
A low ranking sailor picked up the intercom, but it was too late for them. A missile destroyed the ship entirely.
Capitol City of Dephire, Alexandria:
"What is it Sir?"
A man was looking at his radar.
"Something is wrong...we have lost contact with a scouting fleet near Toraqual."
The other man was confused.
"Toraqual. That's what, five hundred or so miles away from Deband? Maybe they got caught in a storm or something."
The man at the computer was not so sure.
"It says that the skies have been clear for weeks now. Something's wrong. Tell Coronado to send some Aurora's to investigate."
--Two Hours Later--
"This is Captain John Kaine. No sign of Scouting fleet. Wait...what the hell is that? Oh my god! EVADE EVADE! MISSILE!!!"
Static.
"Missile? What the....Missile in Toraqual? They must be mistaking. Toraqual is not equipped with missiles...wait. Kaine...Kaine? You there? Hello?"
Silence.