AntiochusIII
01-14-2005, 07:53
Could you post this kind of rubbish on a Colosseum forum? Let me try ~D
Fine, let me try something boring like writing (yet) another war story. :charge:
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262 B.C. Egypt, near the gate of Memphis.
A young general in a blackened suit of armor rode slowly towards to city on his horizon. His eyes seem closed, tired. Behind him lies a long contingent of soldiers walking, riding, and marching their way wearily across the empty landscape. Most prominent of all things was a tall silver banner depicting the proud warrior helmet, the symbol of the Seleucids.
They had just fought a battle with Egypt.
As he stared forward wearily upon the sight of what was being exposed to him. A line of tall stone walls with powerful towers and an unassailable gate. The city in front of him seemed invincible. It just lacked one thing: soldiers.
He had killed them all.
His name was Cleitos, a prince of the proud and mighty Seleucid line, rulers of Syria and beyond, descendants of the powerful Seleucus Nicator, they never gave up their quest of restoring Alexander the Great's empire.
He was here to do so, in the desert lands.
The Ptolemiac dynasty of Egypt was actually also another group of descendants of one of Alexander's generals, Ptolemy Soter. They were rich, fabulously rich, and ambitious. For a long time since the early of the two empires, they had always been at war. Seleucus himself, in fact, was killed by an assassin from Egypt, also called Ptolemy.
Conflict loomed ever since...
Cleitos was here to brought an end to this. He held with him a special wrath upon the Egyptians who had killed his glorious father, Antiochus, in a cunning ambush near Jerusalem. Egypt must be destroyed at all cost. That includes the life of the king himself.
How did it came to this place? We must look back for the events that took place 8 years ago....
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Please give me comments. Or if you want me to stop posting because you don't like it, you can tell me too. ~D
Fine, let me try something boring like writing (yet) another war story. :charge:
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262 B.C. Egypt, near the gate of Memphis.
A young general in a blackened suit of armor rode slowly towards to city on his horizon. His eyes seem closed, tired. Behind him lies a long contingent of soldiers walking, riding, and marching their way wearily across the empty landscape. Most prominent of all things was a tall silver banner depicting the proud warrior helmet, the symbol of the Seleucids.
They had just fought a battle with Egypt.
As he stared forward wearily upon the sight of what was being exposed to him. A line of tall stone walls with powerful towers and an unassailable gate. The city in front of him seemed invincible. It just lacked one thing: soldiers.
He had killed them all.
His name was Cleitos, a prince of the proud and mighty Seleucid line, rulers of Syria and beyond, descendants of the powerful Seleucus Nicator, they never gave up their quest of restoring Alexander the Great's empire.
He was here to do so, in the desert lands.
The Ptolemiac dynasty of Egypt was actually also another group of descendants of one of Alexander's generals, Ptolemy Soter. They were rich, fabulously rich, and ambitious. For a long time since the early of the two empires, they had always been at war. Seleucus himself, in fact, was killed by an assassin from Egypt, also called Ptolemy.
Conflict loomed ever since...
Cleitos was here to brought an end to this. He held with him a special wrath upon the Egyptians who had killed his glorious father, Antiochus, in a cunning ambush near Jerusalem. Egypt must be destroyed at all cost. That includes the life of the king himself.
How did it came to this place? We must look back for the events that took place 8 years ago....
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Please give me comments. Or if you want me to stop posting because you don't like it, you can tell me too. ~D