Another RP war

[Parthini]

OOC: Since the last RP war is pretty much finished, I want to see how many people will do another one. I was thinking of maybe doing a more medieval one, if you guys want. I can set it up, I just want to see who will do it.

GPP

[Boktavia II]

Cool. I like these RP wars, and a medieval one would be fun.

[Henneth annun]

I like it too.

[Sheynat]

I'd definitely join.

[Bad Infinitum]

You know, I might as well jump into one of these too. Count me in!

[Parthini]

OOC: I was thinking maybe around the year 1350 so there is some gunpowder but archers and knights are still very valid. I'll use some of my history to put the setting.

Setting: The year 1347. The Parthi Archipelago is ruled by 8 prime tribes. The Tribeal Empire of Algashi controls most of the northern part of the main island. They are currently at war with the Unified Tribes of Parthini, Parathis, Gernu, Salmaag, and Rashi. The solitary tribe of Porafi, surrounded by mountains, is engaged in a defensive war against the Reyjiites, who live across the sea to the east. Far to the north live the enormous Kingdom of Induthesia. They are planning an invasion of Parthi. I will mostly be the Tribe of Parthini. Feel free to ally with whatever future Parthinian Tribal side you wish (UTP, Algashi, Porafi). The Induthesians are the enemy, as well as the Reyjiites. Also, take a look at my National History and Culture. I know this has a story line, but it is pretty broad. Plus, if this works we can do someone else's

IC: King Forgath listened to his commanders. The Algashi army was 3 times their size. They could not hold the city of Gernu. There just weren't enough people.

"Call on any tribe you can. Ask the Rashi lord. The Algashi army will be here soon anyways. Seek more men from Salmaag. And get more men from Parathis!"

GPP

[Boktavia II]

Emperor Wolfgang was weary. He was getting old, and the empire was still in much disarray. It had been nearly forty years since he had led his fellows to victory over the oppressive Fouco tribe. (OOC: I'm going to kinda mix the history of my actual nation in NationStates with somenew RP history that I'm just now making up)

But the momentum of their intial expansion that had earned Boktavia the name of "empire" had slowed down. His men had fought hard at first, but soon he had realized that it was time to settle down and get the empire in an orderly, self-sufficient state. And it was not going well. It had not been going well for about 30 years. And this weariness that hung over him had lasted about that long as well. The town of Darung was still resisting his leadership-they did not want to join his empire even though they were right in the middle of it, and somehow they had kept his forces from entering their city all this time. Of course, there were also the small problems of the poor on the point of rebellion over taxes, the military was not responding well to the new officer system (they preffered an every-man-for-himself sort of system-he really didn't know how he had won a war with these people), and the new ideas he had, like the postal service, were all falling completely flat. He sighed and sank lower into his throne. Probably should take another crack at that Darung business. he summoned his military advisors.

"We think we have found a weak point in their defenses, sire. Here below the west wall, is a small sewer we may be able to climb through." The advisor that was speaking held out a map of the city. "Granted, the soldiers will have to go one-by-one, but..."
The Emperor closed his eyes. idiots, all of them.
"If we go in one-by-one, they'll soon notice us and just slaughter the soldiers as they come in."
"Please, sire! I can think of a way to get the Darungians to surrender without a fight." another advisor piped up. The Emperor looked at him. He was relatively new, young, a bit foolish, probably.
"And how do you propose to do that?"
"By offering them a real war." he said. "You know how much the Darungians love to fight. I've just gotten word from one of my scouts that the Parthi Archipelago is even worse off than we are-civil war between the tribes, and invasions from the north and across the sea. If we go to help the Parthini tribe-they're the most heavily outnumbered, the Darungians will love helping an underdog win-the Darungians may concede to help if they surrender."

They all stared at him. The Emperor was about to say "So we wage a war, probably greatly outnumbered, get massacred, and come home bloody and scarred, just so we can get this one little town to surrender, with all the other problems we have."
But the other advisors had different opinions.
"A brilliant idea!"
"Pure genius!"
"We should get that plan into action right away sire!"
The Emperor looked at them. He sighed again.
"Fine. Get the message to Darung as soon as possible. Mobilize all other troops we have, get them to the port at Reatel as soon as possible. Someone tell Reatel to get ready to transport the army to the Parthi Archipelago." They scattered, preparing for war.
Emperor Wolfgang wondered if this was the right thing to do. This would be the largest troop movement in Boktavian history, and the war had potential for grand glory- or shameful destruction. He sighed once more and headed towards his quarters.

[Parthini]

King Forgath was a man of good height and stature. He was intelligent and compassionate. He was also very mistrusting. Times like these required that.

He recieved word from a scout-he wasn't any known tribe and he had a horrible accent. Probably Gernu. None of them could talk worth a half-reye.

He bowed and began, "Hello sir! I am an emissary from the Emperor Wolfgang of Boktavia. We have watched you fight your war for 3 years and are interested in helping you defeat the Algashi. We are sending troops immeadiatley."

The King was shocked. A stranger nation sends an army to assist us? It couldn't be true. Probably a spy from the Algashi.

"Execute him, he's probably a spy."

"NO!" It was a young boy, no older than 16. He was the adopted son of Forgath. "What if they are allies? What if they DO want to help us?"

"Fine. I would like to meet your Lord soon. Please inform him that I will meet him at the Town of Rashi. I am on a mission there anyways. Lord Partuol, take command of evacuating the town. Hold off until the place is evacuated then pull back to Rashi. There the Salmaags and the Parathis can meet us. I will meet you there."

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Miles away, across the Parthi Island stood the chieftan Poralug. He was a tall, brutish fellow. He wore platypus tail armor, wore a kilt, like all Porafi men, and carried a huge axe, about 5 feet tall. Green dye from the qaik plant was all over his body. He stood in the front of his army awaiting another assault by the Reyjiites. Suddenly, a shouting noise arose in the distance. The usual screaming from the Reyjiite army then a group of maybe 10,000 charged. He had a force of some 2,500 men. The Reyjiites had started the war with over 250,000 men. Now they were reduced to tens of thousands. The Porafi had lost 129 valiant men, 112 due to a disease.

The Reyjiites charged down the hill towards the Porafi army. 500 men with huge axes like that of the cheiftan stood in front awaiting what few men got to the army. Behind them stood 2000 slingmen. They were dead shots, using a 2 lb stone they could kill a horse. The Reyjiites charged down the hill being crippled by the barrage of rocks. Soon they were reduced to only 1000 men. Then the axemen charged forward, cleaving the Reyjiite men in two. A score of stragglers stumbled away to inform their superiors of the crushing defeat. Soon the Reyjiites would be gone, and the Porafis would be left to their own. Poralug went into his war tent. Instead of one of his wives he found a messenger.

"Hello sir! I am a representative of the Boktavian Empire. I am here to establish communications with your tribe."

[Parthini]

OOC: Oh yeah. No one knows about the Induthesian Invasion yet. They're supposed to be sneak attacking.

GP

[ALEN]

OOC: ALEN didn't exist at this time. So i.ll be Persia
Also i don't know how i can jump into the war, So i.ll be waiting for someone to call on my nation for help.

leader: Shah Alen

[Boktavia II]

Emperor Wolfgang strode into the town of Rashi, flanked by his 20-man guard. He could hardly believe that the plan had worked. The Darungians, fierce warriors who never backed away from a fight, had agreed to join the Boktavian Empire, if only for the moment, so they could fight with Wolfgang to help the Parthi Islands. They were insane, but they were the greatest fighters in all of Boktavia, and would be needed if they were to stand a chance in this war.

Wolfgang's ship had arrived before the rest of the army, as the Parthini leader wished to speak to him, and loading such a large army into their slightly too small fleet would take a long time. But nearly 175,000 had answered the call to war, the largest force ever seen in Boktavia. He certainly hoped they could be of help.

As he walked into the meeting hall where he had agreed to meet Forgath, one of his guard who had gone ahead of him announced,
"His highness, Emperor Wolfgang of Boktavia!"
Striding forward, Wolfgang looked Forgath over. He liked his first impression of the man. Something in the man reminded Wolfgang of himself a couple decades ago. Well, after all, he was trying to get his tribes together just as Wolfgang had forty years ago. Finally he spoke.
"Your highness King Forgath, the Empire of Boktavia provides you with nearly 175,000 fresh troops to add to yours (This was a bit of a lie-some of them were very tired from the siege of Darung-except the Darungians, of course). I hope we will somehow be of use to you."

[Sheynat]

He was from the city-state of Kahsa. In twenty years, he'd help found the empire that would become Sheynat, and his name would form part of the nation's, but right now, him and his fleet were beached up on the shore of this...place. Wherever this place was. He was a trader; but they were well-armed. Much of their trade was not strictly legal, and had to be defended. They all had muskets and a large supply of lead balls and gunpowder. They'd even managed to salvage some cannon and stern guns. He himself had a longsword of folded steel-he didn't trust the muskets. He'd used one, and not been able to hit a tree fifty paces away. They couldn't even pierce the steel of a knight's armor. Whether he was simply bad at using them or it was a faulty tool, it mattered not; muskets were not for him. Seridil Shey knelt in the sands, grunting. He turned to his navigator. "Where are we?" "I don't know, sir. We were blown off the map a half-day ago." "So...we are entirely off all Kahsian maps?" He demanded disbelievingly. "Follow me, sir." Shey rose to do that, following his navigator to a table standing incongrously in the beach sands. He'd apparently salvaged the table to view maps upon. The navigator did just that, rolling out a Kashian map. It was dotted with empty spaces. The largest, in the middle of the upper left quadrant, was labeled a "hole in the world", the Kashian version of "Here there be dragons." "Before the storm, we were here." The navigator indicated a spot uncomfortably close to the hole with his quill. "Best I can figure, we're here." He now indicated a spot well within the hole. Shey sighed wearily. "You are at least making maps?" "Of course, sir." The navigator replied, surprised he'd ask such a question. He turned. "People! I need three teams, each of two swift men! I wish you to explore our surroundings! If you may make contact with somebody not overly unfriendly, do so! I don't care if they don't speak the language! Just jump up and down and gesture wildly if you must!"
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Two of the scouts were following the orders of their Captain. The more scholarly of the two was a scrawny fellow, who paused every few minutes to scribble in a book. The larger was no less intelligent, but uneducated, a great deal larger; and he could barely draw anyway. Occasionaly, the larger would note something and point it out for the scholar to record, but the scholar did most of the noting. After about two hours of this, the larger, a six-footer named Niho Brek, very near stumbled right into the point of a sword of a Parthinian scout. He stared disbelievingly at the little guy, from no country he recognized, who was nearly gutting him. The scholar, Dia Steh, was still babbling, until Brek reached out with one big hand, grasped Steh's crown, and turned his head upward to face the individuals who had captured them. They stared until Brek broke the silence. "We're in trouble, aren't we, Dia." "Yes, I would say that's a safe wager."
(OOC: I like playing at a disadvantage: The Kashians are outnumbered vastly and completely lost, as well as completely mistrusted, their only advantage being Japanese-style folded-steel swords and very slightly more advanced guns. Sheynat, at this time, was a bunch of city states, and was about twenty years from starting to really cohere into Sheynat.)

[Henneth annun]

The Grand Duke Henneth II was writing to the leader of the tribe of parthini asking for an alliance. " Welcome I wish to send 50 ships to help you win this war. "

[Beta Aurigae VII]

OOC: I would like to join in this war since i missed out on the last one if thats alright with everyone. but like ALEN i don't want to jump right in the middle of the war so i will be a decently powerful semi-nomadic tribe (kinda like the Vikings) called the Thane. my leader is the great grandson of Grig Kobechev who will eventually found the capital city of what will become Beta Aurigae VII, his name is Stanley Kobechev leader of the Thane. and i will wait until someone askes for help.

[Boktavia II]

OOC: Somebody might need to take the side of the Algashi or something-with all these armies coming in, if they all join the Parthini, there won't be much of a story since the Algashi wouldn't stand a chance anymore. I suppose it depends on how large that invasion by the Induthesians is going to be, if its going to be really, really, really big, we could still have everybody join the good guys, I guess.

[Henneth annun]

OOC:Lets make the other army have the latest hand cannons and they invented the flint-lock along the way. It's gonna be a hard war...

[Parthini]

OOC: Well at this time the Algashi have conquered all of Northern Parthi. This includes the city of Pefasi, the home of the Parthinis. Gernu is about to fall. The Algashis are having no hard time.

Remember people, the Algashis are soon to be allies too.

GPP

[Bad Infinitum]

OOC: PAI will be using elves rather than humans. No super-special powers, just good eyesight and primarily bowmen. Likeness not unlike elves in Lord of the Rings. Boreala and Leviatha are the two state-like regions of Ad Infinitum, located to the north and east respectively. Just letting you know, so I don't get called on Godmodding. Also, I favor the idea of the opposition bearing flintlock rifles. It gives them technological strength while we have numbers.

IC: The Borealan elves are in gridlock with barbarians from the west on a tiny northern penninsula, awaiting assistance and potential breakthrough by the Leviathan elves from the east. Political tensions have been tight recently, however, and fate is uncertain for the Borealans. Once this campaign is finished, the united regions of Ad Infinitum would be willing to ally with those affiliated with Parthini.

Seige updates as events unravel.

[Boktavia II]

OOC: Anybody going to continue this? I was waiting for a reaction from Parthini before I said anything.

[Parthini]

Yeah, I'll do something today. I've just been doing some RL stuff. Sorry guys.

GPP

[New Age Guilds]

as a trade nation can like one of the sides ask me for weapons and i get draged into the war

leaders name was guildmaster tarn

[Parthini]

Join the Algashis. They could like, take some advanced weaponry to kick our ass.

GPP

[New Age Guilds]

Tarn walked down the guided gold floorway, thinking.
he had been given a proposition from the Algashis.
he read it again
" dear tarn
we, the Algashis have a proposition for you. we will pay you the sum of 560, 000 gold coins for the following things.
2 new age guilds army (N.A.G.A) legions
6 death jester class war ships
6000 suits of platemail
6000 axes
4 tunics made from the hide of a golden stripped tigger
1 company of the holy fire legion

we also promise you 10% of all plunder

signed X"

that was a good proposition, thought tarn. 2,000 normal troops ( chain mail, short bow, small sheild, spear, long sword)

and the crapest of the crap ships, which had only one oar bank, one sail and only 4 balistas.

he could give them the crap axes and platemail he recently bought from a other nation, and he could give the supposed X 4 of the oldest pelts he had. a company of the holy fire was the only problem. they were his crack troops, ( religios fanatics, but clever and cunning, not throthing at the mouth) and although they were his, there leader, high preistes gwenda would need some convincing.
he thought for some time, until, quite unexspectantly, reda, the secretary came in. " sir, um the new trade headquaters/ your palace needs more money to be built"
"how much"
"560,000 gold coins"
"call gwenda in here please"

[BealtleManium]

ooc sorry kinda away from computer access...

The Prophet as he was called was begining his ritual cleansing when he heard the footsteps of his young brother coming towards him. "Brother, there is a runner waiting for you out side the temple." The prophet replied " what news does he bring?" "he won't say unless you speak to him." The Prophet simply nodded... he finished his ritual and went out to meet this runner. The Prophet looked into the mans heartfire(a heartfire is the thoughts, feelings, and desires a person has) The prophet saw no danger so he continued along the path to the runner. The runner turned to the prophet and began to explain his prescence but was stopped short for the prophet held up a hand and said " I know of the war that is stirring, and have decided that I shall ally myself with the Porafi..." The Runner grinned for that was his own tribe....

Later The Prophet gathered his army together, it was truly an awe inspiring moment. He then began the march into the woods, his own battlion behind them. The others followed them because not only was the prophet leading them but the Scarlet battlion itself was there with him, each member with a living blade, an arm sheild, and lonbows and crossbows scattered among the battlion. But soon they began to run through the forest, quiet as air, because when the prophets people ever left a "civilized" area they became one with the land, where any other man would be stopped by a thicket, the thicket moved for them and when they were about to step on dry leaves the leave be soft. And so the Prophet's people went into the night with out sound and early the next morn they were already on the first slopes of the valley...

[Beta Aurigae VII]

Stanley Kobechev sat on his throne in the castle Alsbrig. Alsbrig was the only permanent settlement of the entire Thane civilization. The mighty citadel had never been breached in its entire 200 year history, during which it had been under seige 20 times in various wars. Just as the city surrounded the keep massive walls surrounded the city. The gray stone that had seen and repeled many an invader seemed fragile compared to the face of its king. The face looked as though it had been carved from stone more ancient than time. The jet black beard upon his face was the only thing that softened his features and showed just how young he was. He had seen many battles and fought in all of them, a brilliant military leader and warrior he had only been defeated 3 times, the most recent defeat was about 4 weeks ago in the recently resolved war with a rival tribe called the Zalenz. Stanley rose from his throne to join the celebratory party happening before him.

"Drink and celebrate our victory men for there are tougher battles to come," he yelled above the noise of the crowd that only grew as cheers arose.

As Stanley downed the last of his ale he motioned for his three most trusted generals to join him in the antechamber just ouside the great hall.

"We have recieved word that war is brewing beyond our borders and we must again look towards defense." Staley told his generals.

"Yes, we know of the war brewing in The Parthi Archipelago my king." replied Lenstov one of the generals. "But why should we worry about it?"

"Because the Algashi will wish to expand their territory if they defeat the Unified Tribes of Parthini. And we will be next on the list as we are already weakened by the last war. We will pull the Red Fangs and the Orange Lords back to fortify Alsbrig. And send word to the Unified Tribes of Parthini that we will send 110,000 of our best troops, and that i myself will command the West Winds as they are my own personal army. Lenstov and Balrag you will accompany me, Sleipnir you will stay behind and manage the defense of Alsbrig if we fail. Get the word to the troops and send a messenger, we set sail upon confirmation of the message, dismissed." said Stanley and he and his generals walked from the room.

[BealtleManium]

meanwhile... The Prophet had just reached the steps to the porafi stockade. It was a fine hybrid between a village and a fort. But as the prophet was about to call out he received a vision, a new enemy had snuck by the defenses and had murdered every man, woman, and child. At this the prophet wept and mourned for their loss, but suddenly he regained composure, he walked back to his troops and told them what had happened... by the end of the telling someone asked "who was it?" The prophet replied, "the algashi" and so the people of the prophet headed into the Elgari forest... and for a while it was peacesful, but soon they found a straggling group of algashi pickets, the scarlet battlion blazed forth and scapled all but one, a messenger. They told him to deliver a message to his leaders, the messege would be How they massacared hundreds of innocents and that for every drop that was shed there a gallon of algashi blood shall replace it...

[New Age Guilds]

tarn felt good
insteaed of marshaling just 2 legionss, he was musstering his entire army
30legions, including his vaunted 1st, 2nd 3ed, 4th and 5th
the first was his bodygaurds, 1000 men armed with 2 longswords, full platemail, and GST pelts.
the second was his artilary. 50 of the new cannons, and 200 trebuches. his 3ed 4th and 5th were the GST legions, 30,000 knights mounted on some of the most ferocious beast in history. armed with lances and crosbows, they would prove formidable.

he smiled

[Henneth annun]

The Henneth Annunian ships aproached The Chief Poralug and his troops, and a hail of arrows killed the few remianing Rejite troops. "Sir call on the chief." said the Henneth IV, the leader of the force.

[Parthini]

Ok. Sorry for being so out of it. I may be able to do some tonight. I've been really busy the week so I haven't had the chance to do NS. I have, however, made a really cool map of Parthini that could explain it. Sorry again.

GPP

[BealtleManium]

Meanwhile, The Scarlet battlion came upon one of Algashi's legions. The Prophet led them to the center of the camp, moving quickly and silently among the camp. When they got to the center The prophet dropped his stealth and walked into the officer's tent. He then tried to warn them off, he was not one to kill in cold blood. But they only scoffed him. So in the morning the scarlet battlion burned down the tents and killed all who tried to escape. Finally the Prophet walked among the charred remains to the the heartfire that was sputtering out. He found the officer, then he stuck a wooden knife into the back of his neck, instantly killed him. The Prophet then left those feilds to the vultures, then he lead his people towards the Algashi Army...