DON'T MESS WITH THE SAKA... an epic tale of nomad conquest...

[Cute Wolf]

Well, maybe some of you will ask me… are this campaign is allready over... I try to bring you, all of the orgahs here, a really complete AAR that written in the novel-ish format, in flashback genre. And I also learn from my own crappy internet connection here, that loading a lot of web pages will cause hang in my firefox, so I write this first using word, and then copy - paste it... but expect some time for update... (writing the AAR after finishing my homework) This was my second attempt at AAR (the first AAR was a little mess on the EB AAR forum, sorry), so I’ll appreciate any replies! Thanks!


DON'T MESS WITH THE SAKA
An Epic Tale Of Nomad Conquest...

Grandpa Moga’s Tale…
Inside the Hasta-Hiya Banai, Khiva, 203 BC

This winter night is very cold, I was barely able to mount my favourite old horse that served me well in my old days. But then, a letter was coming to me, telling that our family reunion will be held here, in Khiva… Hahh… a long time no see each other, but after all, most of my family attending this “reunion” was little boys, girls, and their mothers, only my nephew, Ysamotika, attended this reunion as a grown man, but after all, he was tasked to made certain our precious time didn’t go awry because of sudden attack by raiders. This place was chosen as a surprise for me… the oldest living member of Royal Saka Family. I was living here, alone, after my beloved wife’s passing, to rule this province and oversee the daily bueraucratic system run by our Yvana servants.
So after a short journey, I’ve arrived in my office, the Royal Stables in Khiva. Some of my bodyguards helped me dismount and spread the carpet to give the children a comfortable place to sit. As soon as I open the door, Ysamotika order the children, one by one to hug me and help me to sit down comfortably. He himself was helping my servant (and some of his own), to clean up this place, lit up the fireplace and bring some lanterns. After all the preparation was done… I order my servant to bring us foods and drinks. We got a spicy lamb fresh from the fireplace, warm vegetable soup, some milk, cheese, and of course haoma to drink together.
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After some time spent eating our share of foods, and talking about daily routines, those children ask us to tell some bedtime tale. At first, I think to tell them a tale about ancient gods, and their powers, but then, Ysamotika says that I better tell a tale about our own empire, as some of those boys are allready enrolled in Yvana’s school, and some was in Persian school, and they would be confused if we tell that Artemis, is the very same godess as Anahita, and much more intermingled Yvana-Persia god-family squabbles. In the very same time, he argued that by telling them a tale of our greatness, these boys will learn more about our sucessful military valor, and these girls will choose good soldiers as their husbands. And so my first tale begins:

Uniting Saka Tribes
It was begins 69 years ago… when I was younger than most of you… I heard this story from my father, and my father know this from my grandfather…
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Our great kingdom start out rather small… that time, we just a mere family of nomadic warlords. My grandfather, Sapalbizes, has rather small army, and we have no riches. We lived in peril, as our tiny kingdom are placed in the jealous eyes of our own nomadic relatives, and even by some diplomatic misconduct, a large empire threatens to exterminate us. Truly, we only hold my birthland, Chighu, and didn’t have much time left before we going out of food, and we must raid another people’s food to survive. In that desperate situation, my grandfather Sapalbizes lead an expedition to bring us food from the most vulnerable settlements, Gava – Saka.
With his men, he march into the land of Gava-Saka, but in the vast plain, he was attacked by Gava-Saka soldiers… Knowing that he has no chance to turn back, and has veteran soldiers in his side, Sapalbizes muster his courage as he prepare his tactics to defeat this foe.
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At first, he order his cavalry to form a line, with the nobles in the right side, and the commoners in the left side. He place his own, trusted bodyguards in the center, and order the foot archers to stand firm behind him. Then, they move slowly to meet enemy army. As a good leader, Sapalbizes rides ahead of his main army, trying to lure the enemy into a rash, premature attack.
The battle was opened by a cavalry clash between his bodyguards, and the enemy heavy cavalry… A bloody fight ensues, but those men couldn’t stand our veteran troops and soon flee for safety. While their horse archers fall victim against our arrows, and the flight of their heavy cavalry was enough to spread out panic among their ranks…
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But both army was barely a match, and those who didn’t flee fight us with ferociousness any steppe warriors will show, and bring death for some of our soldiers. Nonetheless, their effort fail, and they only pawn a hadful of warriors, while we destroy most of them. There was no doubt, we win a victory here, and this victory was so important because this victory becomes the base of our confidence to grow this legendary empire…
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With that victory, we then sent our reinforcements, and storm Gava-Saka. We use overwhelming numbers to let them consider that joining us is a better choice than resistance, so after killing their warlord here, the settlements finally surrenders to our cause, and we gladly raise them as equal. Leaving this settlements only attended by the foot archers, all of our soldiers then storm Chach, and bring us supremacy here… Then we spent some time to retrain, build our nomadic horde, and grow our army a bit before launch our sting into bigger enemies.

Unleash The Arrows, The Capture of Alexandreia-Eschate
After a year consolidating our foothold, we now ready to launch a major raid into the land of those settled people. Lead by my uncle, Zeonises, they delibrately send a small tactical squad to strike those fools in a defenseless and filled with nuts, backyard town of Alexandreia-Eschate… As long as I can remember, arround this time, we invent a new battle cry to scare out those that unfortunate to be our enemies… This may sound rather imbicile, especially by all of your educated standards, but believe me kids… with these battle cry, we carve our own great empire… After that I see Ysamotika, and we then shout our well remembered, and much heavily prided and sacred battle-cry… “YIPEEEEEEEEE!!!! DON’T MESS WITH THE SAKA!!!!!!!”… After that… a huge bursts of laugh exploded and those childrens are rolling in the floors… And then I said… “Shhh…don’t laugh too much, this was sacred battle-cry after all… as our ancestors invented this after drinking much haoma! So let me tell my story again…”
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This battle start out in our disadvantage, their troops are twice more than ours, and they’re still in full strength when they try to sally. No matter, we just scatter our force into a loose line, and then peppering their troops with our arrows.
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As expected, they even didn’t have much time to aim their bows because we constanly move arround them, and finally envelop them, piling their corpse one upon another with our bows before finally, the bodyguards give the devastating charge…. DON’T MESS WITH THE SAKA!!!!..... and they all flee and surrender immediately…We lose only a few men, and this was really a heroic deeds worthy to become an excellent example…
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Just look at their casualities give us a sense of superriority…
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The Rise Of Satraces
Well kids, we’re now entering the most important history of our empire, the man that his bravery, leadership, inspiration, and perhaps a lot of luck with tons of haoma drinking habits, change the course of our kingdom. I know him well, he was my brother, Satraces…to explain this, let me show all of you our beloved family tree…
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Yes, you all are clever, the passed men with honorary leader sign in the center of our family tree is him. After that, it’s me… and you can see that your uncle and cousin, Ysamotika here is the prince…(Ysamotika blushed) But now, we must talk about the deeds done by Our Greatest Leader ever, Satraces…
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After our capture of the backyard, nutty town of, Alexandreia-Eschate, the Seleukids want to settle a peace treaty with us. And we accept it, thinking to muster our strength until enough time, and try dealing with other factions first. But fortunelely, in the very same season that the treaty was signed, Satraces hold his Coming of Age party with a wild Haoma drinking contest. There was a lot of warriors attending his party, and he himself won this competition, beating all of his peers, and even seniors. While still intoxicated, a Yvana servant throws an insult as a joke. He says that a boy who drink too much in his 16th birthday won’t be allowed to enrolled in the Yvana’s High Academy… for this academy create very sober geeks that hates alcoholic function groups. Too bad for him, Satraces is insulted and order his men to beat the poor Yvana until he becomes a pulp, and saddle his horse, then run forward onto the nearest Seleukid colony. And then he shouts all the nights and days, insulting all the Yvana here…not a surprise, A large Yvana army then march to jail this young drunken master… but he then order his men to prepare, and fight as true Saka warriors will do!!! But some of my men, then tells me that he actually want to rob the Seleukid brewery in Marakanda.
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But now, kids... night is come darker and darker... your mums will be worried if you still awake this late, so for now... have a good night....
"Yes Grandpa..." and then, my sevants help them to prepare their sleeping bags, and they sleep quickly.... hope they found an inspiration from my tale this night...

[Hax]

Looking forward to the rest. Good stuff.

[IrishHitman]

Pffft, filthy barbaroi.

[Maion Maroneios]

My words exactly, Irish. Nice try though :yes:

Maion

[HunGeneral]

I will follow this. Don't listen to the cowardy Hellenes Cute Wolf. They just fear us get close to their beloved Cities like Alexanderia, Antiochia, Athens or Pella...

No one ever knows how deadly the nomads are until they see the sun darken from the hail of arrows and feel the earth shake under the thundering hooves...:skull:

[Maion Maroneios]

I will follow this. Don't listen to the cowardy Hellenes Cute Wolf. They just fear us get close to their beloved Cities like Alexanderia, Antiochia, Athens or Pella...

No one ever knows how deadly the nomads are until they see the sun darken from the hail of arrows and feel the earth shake under the thundering hooves...:skull:
Come then! We shall have a fight in the shade as well if it is so :tongue:

Maion

[HunGeneral]

Come then! We shall have a fight in the shade as well if it is so :tongue:

Maion

As you wish. Horsemen of the steppes!! We ride to war!:laugh4::laugh4:

(By the way Maion would you have time in the weekend on Hamachi? I'ts time I try if it works...:idea2:)

Enough side talk by the way...:focus:

[Cute Wolf]

Update will coming this saturday or sunday... (Allready write 2 page, and cropping some pics)

@ Maion & Hun General
Actually KH is my favourite faction, followed closely by other Hellenic Faction (U guess, a really cool faction with their cat sign... :verycool:) but I trash this faction anyway in this AAR because I'm roleplay as Saka, and Saka is the third... Please don't say this Saka barbaroi because they sent their kids to Yvana's School at Antioch...:2thumbsup:

[Cute Wolf]

Hunting Together… A Lunchtime Story
Somewhere at the open plains… near Khiva

“Hey, boys.. ride your horse faster… Did you know, slow riding can cause your death in the Battlefield… Oh… I know that all your horse is younger than mine… so spur your horse harder! charge faster boys!!!”
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Well, that’s a good time today… as I lead the boys to our popular, and much honoured activity of hunting together. We spent a lot of time chasing wild beasts in the snowy plain, and there was several hours passed, since we start ride our horses this morning…
“Eng… grandpa… we has ride too much… may we ask to stop and eat something…?” my only “direct” grandson ask me while we still ride our horse with maximum speed… “If you want to eat… try to shoot that deer while you still run from here”… I challenge this boy… to prove that he’s worthy to become a warrior. “Ok grandpa…” and then he draw his bow and arrow, and shoot towards the deer…
“Ohh I missed..” and his cousins laugh out loud, but he then prepares his second arrow, third, and fourth…… (all still laugh) and finally he hit a deer (not the very same deer that I point out, but this is ok) in the eigth shot. After that, we stopped, and my servants immediately gut the deer for meal… We lit a fire, and then enjoyed the roast deer meat while talking each other….
“Well, not all men was sucessful when first string his bow… did u know about that? No, by all means I’m not saying that your failure to shoot this deer in the first shot this afternoon is embarrasing, but at least all of you should learn hunting better, than just sitting down listening your Yvana and Persia teachers teaching you about maths and philosophy…” (all laughed) “now, I will resume my story last night… boys… I know that all of you still wonder, what happned to Satraces after that… Ok, finish up your meal…” after that, all the boys encircle me and I stand to resume my speech that night.

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The Drunken Master
Barely able to ride his horse, the young Satraces prepare his men to meet their foes… he then yelled…. “Form a convex line men… as convex as possible, then …. Ohhh… you know about what you should doooooo?!?!?!?” His men then calmly move into formation, enveloping the small army of Pantodapoi and Gund-I Palta. While his seniors said that best use missiles to rout them… Satraces say…. “NO PINCUSHION… (puke)….. Slice them to vegetable salad….” (silence)…. “With Garlic and Onion!!!” (almost all men, except Satraces now being slapped and not intoxicated anymore =p)….. “Now PERNETATE THEM WITH… P… P… P... (all men now silenced in fear)… SPEARS!!!!” (at least this drunken commander now speak the right thing…)
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Unable to hear this irrational speaks of this Drunken young boy… The nobles just ride as fast as possible and charge the Pantodapoi… Frontally… But as they are battle hardned warriors, and the Pantodapoi aren’t… then they just simply massacre the poor men. Satraces himself ride down some men, and then there was a quick victory…
“where’s their remote control… I mean raincoat… eng… reinforcements?” Satraces ask his men. Looking that he has allready bac to sanity again, his bodyguards point out to horizon, and say… here they are… now what should we do?
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“eng.. made them pincushion of course…” So the order was given, and the army start move and surround the reinforcements, who looks at them with great fear… “Now men… fire at will…”
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And unsurprisingly, all of his enemies lay dead with just arrows… And then Satraces finally snapped off his madness, and ask to his bodyguards… “What did I’ve done?”
“Two things, one very good, but one very bad…” one of his bodyguard answered.
“Said the good thing first” Satraces replied with confusion.
“You just have a “Heroic” victory boy…” that man answered.
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“And the bad thing:sweatdrop:? what’s wrong with a victory then?” Satraces further confused.
“You did a big problem here boy… you just break the peace treaty between us and the Yvanas… now, go home… talk to your father… maybe he forgive you for your idiot action today…”…
Satraces now wavered, and he nearly cried… he then imagining his father whip his butt again with a horse’s whip, but then his bodyguards say…
“Don’t worry boy… You’re drunk anyway… but I never see a drunken man could command an army like this, and personally, I didn’t like those foolish Yvanas… So we have decided to said to your father… the Yvanas attack our trade scouts first, and we come to relieve it… And now… I swear my lifetime loyalty to your bold leadership boy…”
And then a loud “YIPEEE” fill the plains, as the Saka soldiers rob Seleukid brewery in Marakanda…

Filtering Friend From Foe
After that incident in Marakanda… the first bad thing happen to us is our longtime Ally, Pahlavans, grow a disgust for Satraces, and they break our Alliance. Looking at this situation… Our king, Sapalbizes order Satraces to “investigate” this threat, and do anything necessary…
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“Our kingdom grows nicely, but now, an enemy arise again Satraces” Our king said… “Now, we suffer an unfortunate defeat by a surprise attack (ambush)… hundreds of our foot archers are massacred, and they shouldn’t go unavenged…”
“But why you let only foot archers wandered through the forest grandpa?” Satraces asked… “SShhhh!!!! That was my pity fault…. but at least we now didn’t have to pay their estimated 1000 minai of salary this season… they are just fresh recruited noobs anyway… now, go!!!” Sapalbizes ordered clearly…
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At the first glance after leaving his camp, Satraces find a Pahlavan prince, Tirad’e Ashkanig, that attacked a wandering Saka captain (and massacring a lot of my foot archers) before… Feeling his men are superrior, he ride to attack that men. Yes, that coward Pahlavan flee, but Satraces order his men to chase, and now, he was cornered, and the fight was begun…
It looks like the Pahlavans formed their troops on a big sand hill, and wait Saka troops to attack…
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”You coward!!! goes down and fight if you want!!!” Satraces Yelled…:furious3:
“No… Try to climb this up you noob!” Tirad’e replied…:furious3:
“Noob? You’re the noob! Noob always defensive!”:furious3::furious3:
“Noob? you more noob-ish than me… you drunk and drive your horse!”:furious3::furious3:
“Drunk and drive? but at least I pwned those Yvanas! Than you?”:furious3::furious3::furious3:
“I eat Yvanas for Breakfast… and now I’ll eat your balls!”:furious3::furious3::furious3::furious3:
“I EAT YOUR BALLS:furious3::furious3::furious3::furious3::furious3::furious3::furious3:…eh… I WILL MADE YOU A PINCUSHION… AND SEND YOU WITH DHL TO YOUR KING!!!:furious3::furious3::furious3::furious3::furious3::furious3::furious3:” Satraces yelled with rage!!!
Insulted… Satraces now ordered his nobles to charge straight up to the hill… while his lesser horse archers softening the enemy troops from afar…
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The fight was really furious, and quick… Many Saka troops died, but then the enemy troops are surprised and frightened by the bold move of Satraces, and they start to flee…
“No Satraces… Please… nooo….” Tirad-e Ashkanig shout from top of his horse… begging his life to be spared… but Satraces order his men to made him a nice pincushion…
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And the Pahlavan prince dies with a lot of arrows in his body… a really nice pincushion, Satraces said, and then he ordered his men to preserve the fallen body, and then sent it with DHL to the Parthian king… Not a heroic victory of course… but with that, Satraces throws an unforgiveable insult against the Parthians now…
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Now Boys…. there was the two first victory of the Satraces… now, we must go back to our camp, and start your archery drill… As I still have a feeling that you should be use your bows more accurately… I then goes to my horse, and saying “Come on… the first one arrive will get my jug of finest wine!!!”

And then, we ride our horse again and goes back to our camp at Khiva…

[Cute Wolf]

Wow... I finished cropping just faster... and now I sent the second part of my story then,,,:2thumbsup:

[IrishHitman]

Learn to shoop.

[Cute Wolf]

Hammers Of The Forge
Just outside the Saraga Ahanga Hissama

Loud sounds of Blacksmith’s forge filled the entire area, but then, we just arrived and rest ourself. Most of the boys have fall asleep, well, afterall, they are still unaccustomed to do that long ride in just half day. I still sit on my saddle, overseeing the sleeping boys with my old eyes. And after ride my horse into the stable, I ride down and laid myself on a carpet. Right before I want to close my eyes, a servant comes and told me that he just repaired my old armour. While I walk to see that, I saw some of rust allready consumed the bottom edge, and the golden ornament on the helmet is allready faded.
“Long time not wearing those eh? Uncle?” Ysamotika suddenly open the conversation.
“Not wearing those eh?... I’ve even almost never been in any real battles! hardly any except some occasional rebel hunting…” I replied.
“But at least, you have a really bright mind unk, You are sharp, and charismatic afterall” said Ysamotika
“And have a penchant to settle… In the end, I’ve the man who enjoyed myself when see the market trader selling his goods, building settlements for the common folks, and chacking daily administration. I am no good with any offensive capabilities, even I prefer to lead infantrymen than lead horsemen.”
“But at least, you are highly respected as a legendary administrator and master trader unk…Your talents is not at war, but at peaceful business. Even you are actually better than those Yvanas, they are bound to their academic training, but you are really a practical men, and in the end, you govern much more efficiently…”
“Naah, there was many superb and legendary administrator here… Just keeping the tax and trade high, and at the same time, try to persuade the folks with some speeches, what’s hard about that?”
“But unk, never think that erecting a lot of new structures in just two or three seasons is not a great archievement, You are a really great builder that most of the Yvana architects always envy…”
“No son… that’s what we called autorithy… I just order the overseers to complete the process of construction queue as fast as possible, and they did that pretty quickly…”
“Yeah, unk, I think the same about commanding a group of soldiers, but at least… you’ve got much more autorithy because people gladly bow in your righteous rule, while the soldiers in the field obey us, the field generals because we had a complete control of their lives, they must kill or will be killed”
“And then, what will you do if you about to lose, son? in the field, if you lose, you can lost your life as well, but here, all that lost is merely cash…”
“And a good name unk… at least, a lose in the battlefield is just a smith’s hammer to build a man in a really tough way, but when you lost your credibility, people will never trust you again, and your dream won’t be easy again.”
“Ahh, so I wonder if I must tell them about a defeat that forge the best of Satraces out my son… now go, wake up those lazy boys, before we eat together, I will tell a sad story about recklessness”
“Ya unk…” and Ysamotika run to wake them up… soon afterwards, the boys now sit before me again…

The Smith’s Hammer
After sent the poor Pahlavan prince’s body with DHL (What the… ok ok, I’m sorry about those illogicality before, my mind is gonna go weird when I wrote that (after reading some hillarious comedy EB aar, u can guess), but now I will get a rather historic excuse and won’t stray too much from rational line), Satraces gather the men and prepares to press the attack further into Pahlavan land.
“But grandpa, what’s DHL anyway?” some of those boys asked. :oops:
“DHL is DaHa deLivery service, some retired Dahae Baexadantae opened it about a hundred years ago, and now become the most trusted delivery service across the steppe land” I explain…
“So about the Tirade Ashkanig that Satraces made into pincushion… what’s happened after that?”
“His corpse was pierced with thousands of arrows, and then embalmed and the Daha courriers sent him in a box for his father, Arshak… Actually Satraces want to give him for the Pahlavan king, but some of the courriers has mistaken the Pahlavan king with that man’s father… so let me continue my story.”
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Although drinking a lot is a sure sign of manliness, you must proceed with ease… but afterall, you can’t go rashly especially if you feel your enemy is weak. This time it means I will tell a story about the first defeat of Satraces…
Yes, the battle was fought in this city… Khiva… as you can see, a certain shady tactics maybe involved… most of us believe that some sort of Arche Seleukeia diplomat was wandering near this place just before the battle begins… He maybe gives extra money for those Pahlavans for use against us…
“Geez grandpa, but what about now? the people here seems very good with us instead…” a boy asked…
“Oh… the people here… is our own people… yes, we nomads has only little difference, especially the common folks. The people live here now, is our own tribes… the original Parni people that inhabit here before was… put into eternal sleep, all of them.”
“That means that we butcher them?”
“Yes… butchering is a really necessary tool of war, especially when we’ve low on economic terms, and our soldiers are exhausted from war… giving them spoils, and some women to play was the easiest thing to cheer them up. Now let me continue my strory please… you can ask later if you want.” and I continue the story.
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At first, we try to attack them from all possible entry point, trying to exhaust their foot archers with arrows, while some men attack the Ashak’s personal bodyguard… forcing him to be separated from his own troops.
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As can be expected, we reach their townsquare and start beating their foot archers, it looks like we will gain an easy victory again…
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Suddenly, Arshak shout to his bodyguard: “RETREAT… DON’T FOLLOW THOSE LIGHT ARCHERS!!! THAT WAS A TRAP!!! PROTECT THE PEOPLE IN THE TOWN CENTER!!!”, and soon, his bodyguards and the Daha Nobles rush back to save their people from certain destruction…
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Meanwhile, hearing their leader’s call, the Pahlavan’s foot archers start fought bravely, and bravely meet their death, most of them… but somehow, they manage to hold and kill several of our soldiers now…
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The Daha Nobles arrived and start to fight, but then, they retreat after some weird shout was given by Arshak…
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“CUT DOWN THOSE MADMAN, HE DISHONOR MY SON AND HE MUST BE BROUGHT TO JUSTICE!!!” with that cry, Arshak lead his bodyguards to charge Satraces’ own… It was reported that most of the time, most of the Satraces’ bodyguard was fallen by a furious charge by Arshak himself… He really fought as lion lost his cub… and he hold just long enough that the Daha nobles soon joins in the fight…
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Knowing that his few men men stod no chance against those pahlavans (the rest was butchering mardian archers in the town center), Satraces order his bodyguards, and few remaining nobles (that was arround him), to pull back a bit and try to exhaust them with arrows.
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But this move has distatrous result… The Daha nobles was goes to the town center, smashing the saka horsemen and, while most of his horsemen that should have upper hand in battle against foot archers, they suddenly broke and routs when the Daha Nobles joined the fight… It looks like they are feeling Satraces was just thrown them alone, and they start flight for their life…
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The lost of our men here was rather small, but the enemies now manage to get the upper hand, and they start shooting down the cowards… Satraces know the hopeless situation, and order a mass retreat…
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That was a defeat… a bitter defeat because he could get an easy victory instead… but according to the soldiers, satraces cry and his mentor say a harsh, but true words to him…
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“Satraces, wake up… You should try to fight bravely, and face a high risk… fleeing, for a few range maybe, but it still proves that you can’t face a risk… If you stay in the fight… The Daha Nobles won’t ruin your cavalry, and we will surely got a victory instead… but now, all is over… Don’t drink anything before you gain a victory and kill the Noble Pahlavans… afterall, dishonouring your enemy is a sure way to get your enemy strengthened up…Better if you start to act like a real noble…” The mentor said…
And then, Satraces ride back to Chach… carrying his first defeat, that he won’t forget in his lifetime… But then, in the end… it was the eternal Smith’s hammer, that help to mold him as a great leader…

CHAOS ENSUES: THE FOUR WAY WAR!!!
It looks like the gods are not abandon us at all, this time, a greater hammer was fall upon this area… The Pahlavans sent a huge army (1 fullstack)… and The Baktrians too (1 fullstack)… They both heading to our land but... after that season, what we see is both armies retreating with just halfstack (we guess they both is not friendly each other)…
According to our diplomat’s news, We’re at war with Seleukids, Pahlavans and Baktrians, meanwhile the Baktrians are at war with us, Seleukids, and Pahlavans… The Pahlavans are also at war with us, Baktrians and Seleukids… there was also occasional raid ensues… everyday. But one day, a Seleukid diplomat called us for a temporary truce…
As you can see, this time they won’t get any truce without paying the right price, so we ask for mere 4000 minai and they agreed…
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Well boys, it looks like our food has been ready… let’s go eat them now…

[Vasiliyi]

Good writing Cute wolf. I especially like the captions you write. Good work. Keep it up.

[the man with no name]

Love this AAR and just read whole thing. Keep it up.

[Cute Wolf]

INTERLUDE, THE SAKA RAUKA ROYAL MILITARY CLASS
Moga’s Dream… (taking place in Chinghu in the old days)

Waiting those child eat their meals... My eyes goes heavy and I go to a light sleep...

NOTE: Tis spoiler was a sidestory, to made u guess about what campaign did I play now...
“KIDS LISTEN!!! I won’t repeat my instruction!!! Get your mind on the fight right away! No playing!!!” My father Zeonises shout to two boys that fight each other with wooden staff.
Where’s that… I see my brother Satraces, and my cousin Lokaksema carry a wooden staff in their right hand, and a crude shield in the left hand, and riding their horses… I myself was sit down on my pony’s back… looking the two boys fighting…
“Satraces, your right side is too opened, Lokaksema, hold your shield higher!!! Now continue your fight!” my father continues his words…
Then a long fight ensues, each boy try to hit their opponents, and block his opponent’s attack… if the staff wasn’t covered by silk, there should be more blood spilled from both boys… and at the final moment… My father grip both staff and said… “You both are still slow…” and then, he ride his horse away, and we instinctively follow him.
“You know sons… our kingom is still weak and poor, so we don’t have any luxuries to call teachers to train you, so that’s why I train all of you by myself… but now, after a hard day’s fight, we must opened the war-tactics’ scrolls… Your grandpa bought them long ago from China… This scroll contains all required tactics usually employed against cavalry armies… they had a long story repelling our cousins, the Yuezhi and the Xiongnu…”
“But father… our kingdom was supposed to be the cavalry army ones… why we should learn them?” Satraces asked.
“We learn them, so we can counter hem effectively my son…” now I’ll read it for all of you… memorize them well.
After a long time hearing my father’s translation, my father opened a discussion…
“So kids, if I have an army made of 10 group of poorly equipped horse archers, and we must fight against 20 groups of strong heavy infantry… what should we do?”
I raise my hand and said… “Lure them one group by one group… and then use our swords to mob them, one by one… They maybe strong when they present united front, but they could be trampled to the dust when they are separated each other.”
“But that heavy infantry, some will carry spears… suppose… (opened a manual book), we could take an example with this kind of far western infantry… they called themselves “Triarii”. Even heavy cavalry couldn’t take them easily…”
Satraces said “Then let me simulate… our kind goes to battle against… what’s that people called?”
“Romaioi son… Our Yvana contact in far away land hate them.. and they called themselves “Romaioktonoi”…but I suppose we can’t fight them without passing much lands… they’re not our concern anyway… The Seleukid and Baktrian Yvanas, with those effaminate and wannabe settled Pahlavans are our real concern…”
“But then, our cavalry charge should be enough to finish them…” Satraces replied
“Nope son, we must try to… eng… pepper them with missiles first… don’t forget that while your young spirit needs quick statisfication by closse combat prowess, our men carry bow and arrows for a centuries tested trick…. peppering them with arrows until they are sufficiently weakned, and then looks for their weakness. If they are really decimated, we then proceed to close on and press the fight, however, if they are still strong, better to retreat and the next time, carry our cataphracts… they are damn a good thing to slaughter those Romaioi heavy infantry…..”
“Hmmm… Romaioi…I hope in my next reincarnation, I’ll reborn as a western Yvana, not fight against our people, and kill those Romaioi with Cataphracts (SPOILER : Guess, what faction did I’ll send their AAR next… Hint: Hellenes, and a Migration campaign…)”
“But son… It won’t be in this world, you’ll reincarnated in another world, another dimension, and it looks like you’ll forget our cause here, and even I won’t recognize you again… as long as buddhas are concerned, the best things is not reincarnated at all, but in the case that you want to fight with those Romaioi, I’ll burn the incense at the altar for your dreams to be comes true….”
And then….. I awake…. yes, I Moga… I now believe that Satraces was allready reborn at another dimension… taking his longtime dream to fight against Romaioi comes true…
Guess, what kind of faction... Yes, yes, it was KH that I play now.. but as what faction?....


Hammers of The Forge - continued
Ohh… that was a really weird dream about my long gone brother… Looking arround me, I see the children was allready sit arround me, ready to hear more story… and so, I shall continue my story as always…

CHAOS CONTINUED: FOUR WAYS WAR BECOMES HOTTER…

After a defeat, Satraces retreated and run like a coward, but everyone in the family only goes sightly mad with him, and instead of punishing him harshly, he spent the next year reading much about Sun Tzu… (We bought the story scrolls in China)… and writing those classics again and again… without much Haoma to accompany him. The Youngest general (that time) was initially spent his time here as a harsh, but not too harming punishments (our parents and ancestors used to hate books and scrolls), but at the time Satraces spent his time in sober activity, those Seleukids and Baktrian attack our frontiers again…
This time, most of their forces was comprised of pantodapoi and another low class troops, and that was a really good practice time, but that was a real war anyways. Of course, the fool’s raid on Marakanda was one of those “Bright moment of War”
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Oxyboakes and his Brother were present at Marakanda… It looks like they likes to oversee this settlement after Satraces was defeated, but we still don’t have enough spare money to hire some underlings…
When they spent their time roasting wild deers and drinking warm chinesse tea… The massanger suddenly arrived and said….
“The Baktrians attack us, The Baktrians attack us…. help – help – help….”
“Hey, boy, calm yourself…” Oxyboakes said… “Ahh… finally a chance to test my metals… eng, how many men did the Baktrians have?”
“Three times more than us my lord… Oh no… we’ll die… we’ll die….”
“Calm on… now answer me correctly… How many Yvanas carrying long pointy sharp things did they had?”
“None… I see they carry shorter close combat weapons.…”
“Huh.. anyone wearing shining muscled macho armours?
“No one… just native Baktrians and some eastern effaminates…”
“Now that’s a good practice time boys, we won’t die… we’ll have a human hunt today…!”

And then they just saddle the horses, drink the last of their haoma, and run toward their enemies with their bows stringed on…
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First wave of their attack involve shooting those eastern slingers with arrows in close range…
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The baktrian natives are annoyed… so they raise their axes and runs toward us… screaming WAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHH….
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But after that our slodiers just set apart, and made them a sandwich…
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The last thing happened was shooting those pesky archosians, who try to run away…
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And so.\, we got an easy victory again…
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After that attack… Baktrian natives are annoyed and depissed of their masters… No wonder, those citizens of sulek rebelled for our cause… along with their much needed mine… And what’s more, they carry some advanced weaponary to our arsenal…

Now we become Indo-Saka……
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“At the very first, many of our nobles didn’t understand about what’s happened, but that reform proves too useful… The Yvana Hoplitai Hellenikoi proves to be our best line infantry ever…” Ysamotika Suddenly replied my words…

“Well, that’s true, but now… I would humbly present something about… Myself… Well, I was just coming of age that season, and because Satraces was a really loveable Ol’ Brother… he forced me to join his Revenge squad against Arshak…

That was me… Still have a naïve face, huh?:oops:

That day was really cold winter, as Satraces force me to lead my own share of men to get a really nice revenge…
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“Bro… I didn’t think that kind of battle is right…. They maybe have a reinforcements nearby, but in first time, they will fought heavily outnumbered…” I said…
“Pah… Sun Tzu said that we shouldn’t underestimate those men… Fight outnumbered is just fine as fought overnumbered as here…”:inquisitive:
“But bro… At least for some kind of modesty… let me sent a letter for Arshak… informing him to surrender this settlement, let him out peacefully, and after that settle our matters in a noble field battle…”:beam:
“Ahh… better kill them out…”:no:
“But Bro….”:sweatdrop:
“They’ll never negotiate somethin with us…”:shame:
“But at least… negotiation always work… with some improvement, I’ll try to made you as scary as possible so he’ll choose surrender”:skull:
“Ok, ok…. if that suits you… then u shall try to write a letter first…”:clown:

So I write a letter for Arshak…

For the noble Pahlavan general, Arshak
Let me introduce myself, I am Moga, Satraces’ brother, and second in command here… I’ve heard what my brother do to your son, and I was feel really sorry for him… Anyway, I think my brother was a real psychopath, he was allready sent many civilians’ soul flying… anyway, a boy that still under 20 years going on rampage and kill 2 towns, and countless Parni village, if u have that, no wonder, he will become a real psychopath (note: He really gains bloodbath traits)… and his actions with your son is just a little compared to what he does with a girl that refuse to “serve” him after he took a village… He smash that poor girl to the wall, tied her hands onto the gate, and impale her with a sharpened stake from bottom up… leave her corpses here, roast her with a large campfire, only to be eaten with garlic and onions… After that, he goes to her little brother, and he just decapitate the poor boy’s head, crack his skull and fry his brain… as crispy sweet and sour brain… So…
It’s better for you to surrender… I guarantee my story was true, and u better flee for your noble life now…
From: Moga…A really sane men in Satraces command

And after 2 days, my messenger’s returned, head only though, with the reply letter tied on his head…

HOW DARE YOU TO MENTION THEM AGAIN!!!
THAT GIRL WAS MY DAUGHTER, AND THAT BOY ARE MY SON!!! AT FIRST, I THINK THOSE RUMOURS WEREN’T TRUE AT ALL… BUT ALL YOUR ACTIONS PROVE ME THAT YOUR SAKA TRIBES ARE A BUNCH OF BLOODY MURDERER!!!
BY AZHURA MAZDA! – I WON’T SURRENDER!!! I’LL FACE MY OWN DESTINY, BUT WITH YOUR BOTH HEADS ON A PIKE!!!

:furious3:

So, my “diplomatic” effort, was failed, and the next day, the Pahlavans sallied forth…

“Good work little brother… at least you know, how to insult them…” Satraces said that…
“But bro… that was just my imagination…”:sweatdrop: I replied
“Well, I never eat men…. in truth, I only rape that girl and slit her throat afterwards, but I didn’t eat that boy… me not cannibal” Satraces replied
“So what did u do to the boy?”
“Just tied his private things with my horse’s tail, tied him on a tree, and then ride my horse as fast as possible…. a painful castration of course… too bad he dies 3 days after”:skull:
“Ouw… u re half demon brother….”:wall:
“Maybe, me sadist is true… now.. prepare the men…”:smash:
The battle starts with a horse archer line…. drawing Arshak’s men to leave the town center… He was outnumbered, and his reinforcements was delayed… no wonder… Dirty tricks always works fine…. against a noble guy…
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And we hear Arshak said “FACE DEATH WITH HONOR MEN!!! FOR TODAY WE FOUGHT WITH A RIGHT CAUSE!!! AZHURA MAZDA BLESS US!!!! NOW GO!!! KILL AS MANY EVILS AS POSSIBLE WITH YOUR BOWS!!!”
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It looks like their god was still on their side, but we are now da demons, and what happened is their men is not taking any casualities, and our Horse archers allready suffer some considerable one…
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So Satraces and Me order the nobles to find another way into the city…
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Massacring that poor foot archers are barely a fun…
Now those Arshak’s guy was turn to save the Foot archers… poor good guy… our nobles intercepted him…
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And his force was again sandwiched between us… and he soon killed, but after taking many Saka underlings at his hand…
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Their reinforcements was arrived, but then, that was too late…
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And we got a dishonourable victory…
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And oh… we got an expaination, how I was ended here as governor…
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So today’s story is enough, hope u pick your lesson here, and good night…:yes:

[Cute Wolf]

Soory for the double post...

Just announcing that in the next 3 or 4 days, me won't get online, because the Chemistry Olympiad examination has begun... that's why... But at least u can still posts something a comment and something else about my AAR...

And I will give a baloon for a guy in the next 5 posts who could guess, which faction did I play now... (Hint: A migration Campaign of KH... KH isn't the name of that faction...):balloon2:

[HunGeneral]

Nice development! I like how your Characters argue with eachother...

How many quesses can we have? Since your a Romaioktonos and wish to fight against Romani I suspect you could be using the KH to act as... the Kingdom of Syrakuose:idea2: to free Megala Hellas (italia)?

Good luck to that examination! Once I'm done wiith my exams for this semetser I might try to start my own Saka AAR (I don't intend to pull away readers from you or to steal you plans and Ideas. Really! I have started writing it a few months ago and it will not take anything from yours. Besides I couldn't write such a good funny version anyway, so keep up the good work.:2thumbsup:)

(my comp is down so I don't know for sure if my saves/screenshots are safe anyway..:sweatdrop:)

[Cute Wolf]

Wrong guess Hun General... :laugh4:

In the next AAR, I allready change the KH bodyguards into mounted one (using epeiros GU)... try more to the.....


Anyway, "Doros Aithalidos Attikos" will created (modelled in action) like Satraces reborn... and swamp the Romans with pointy small things....

Next guess!North

[HunGeneral]

In the next AAR, I allready change the KH bodyguards into mounted one (using epeiros GU)... try more to the.....

Anyway, "Doros Aithalidos Attikos" will created (modelled in action) like Satraces reborn... and swamp the Romans with pointy small things....

Sounds nice:beam:

[the man with no name]

Swebozez?

[Cute Wolf]

No Door Can Be Closed Forever… SERVANT, HOT TEA!!!

This night, after all the children slept, I still awake and couldn’t slept. A tiresome day isn’t? So I decide to walk toward my private wine cellar. “Hey uncle, what are you doing?” suddenly Ysamotika asked me… “Well, so you couldn’t sleep yet… let’s have a drink together…” I replied. And after arrive on the door, I opened that, and get a fine, 50 y old Chineese rice wine… “That drink is older than me… I honored to drink that with you uncle…” Ysamotika politely accept my cup of wine. “Don’t act too humble you prince… It’s me who has the honour to treat you.” I relplied calmly…
After some sip, Ysamotika asked me something about what did I do after that massacre of Khiva… well, actually, I was installed as a governor here, because I have better management skill and I didn’t scare the remaining people, and Satraces start to grumble because of the lack of amusment found here, other than mauling some Pahlavan incursion, that often happened.
“And then, he find somewhere to relieve his stress, uncle?” Ysamotika said. “Very well, he then gathering some of our tribesmen, and besiege the town of Antiocheia-Margiane.” I replied. “But while he must be very brave and impetuous, it looks like he forgot to carry or hire some infantrymen to carry the ram, and his troops are a bit too little.”
So he just try to sit down, and let his men encircling that town. Ordering all men at the city to surrender everyday, kill everyone found going from and to this town, and effectively cut out their food supply. But what is more, the Seleukid governor inside that town, Achaios Syriakos, had more armed men under his control than satraces…
“And let me guess, the enemy sally out, and Satraces beat em to pulp as always.”
“That’s true Ysamotika, too poor, they didn’t know, what cunning lies in the Satraces’ mind before they encounter them, and after that, they are more often than not to found themselves dead, even if they survive the battle because Satraces is a really selfish men, who didn’t care about the others.”
“But according to everything that I hear about you, I was sure that all your subjects said that you are a really good, selfless, and honest person uncle… you are exact opposite as him.”
“Feh, I was know that I was born as a coward compared to him, but most of our royal family are coward too… they only sit down and… I think I was drowned allready… Servant, give me some tea now instead of wine… come quick…”
After drink a cup of a hot oolong tea, now I resume my story.
Our enemy’s troop composition are quite pathetic, most of them are only lightly armed native troops, and archers. Only a few persian nobility, and some sizeable Yvana troops are present in this city, but, they are almost twice more than ours. In the other hand, our troops are mostly light armoured horse archers, but they are veteran, and some sizeable account of our nobility present.
When the enmy try to sally out, first, Satraces drawn a simple line… and let his men start to randomly thrown their arrows.
Our arrows did a really big damage on enemy’s side… it looks like they bravely present their back to us… as a real live target practise.
After that, Satraces think about something that could lure enemy into his trap, so he was think about a compeletely offensive insult, that will insult his enemies and lure them to their death. He called his move: “Da Insult”
“Come on… the one kills more, get more women! especially the noble women, their **** are ****** *****, well persian women are hot, Yvanas are hotter *****, and **** ***** ***!!!” Satraces yelled to encourage his men, and insulting those pitiful enemies.
Hearing their wives will be added as booty by Satraces, the insulted persian nobility charge the line and start angrily kicked and yelled offensive things against Satraces, and everybody who’s Saka, such as;
“Kill those bastard” “You are sonawabeach!” “Saka tribes is really lame” etc…
They put a really fierce fight, and start kicking some of our men’s butts fall down from the horse… but they run too far for their Strategos tooo…..
Being surrounded… yes, their Strategos was surrounded to all side… and some of our men reported that Achaikos Syriakos’ last words are… “I didn’t paid enough to fight…”
And we start to engulf him, and someone stab his balls with something pointy… The Seleukid Strategos was killed… and it was repported that he says… “AAARRRGGHHH my balls… you **** **** **********, AARRGGHHH!!!”
Thinking their leader bravely fought the Saka, and bravely dies, the men inside the town, sending many more men out… to face us… again…
Now we encircle them…
But some of their men put a really tough and brave fight… yes, the Tahanvare Payahdag did fight with honour that really surpass their class… give them time…
To shut the door… and we, having spent all of our arrows… waiting outside like a really hungry wolf… and that wolf was waiting someone to throw him a bone…
That was a really boring waiting game… especially the time goes by and night will be come soon… and most of the troops was thinking about running away like a loser dog, because of the closed door, and we didn’t have any ram.
At first, Satraces thinking… “Ohh we got a draw…” and ordering his men to leave the place slowly… But after a long time waiting time… NO DOOR CAN BE CLOSED FOREVER… So Satraces think about his “Da Insult” technique. So he just say:
“Ouw, those long, pointy things… I bet all the Saka has something sharper on their own… You Yvanas must have a really – really small **** with balls as big as horse’s balls, so the Yvana’s own are just like Spongebob Squarepants turned upside down!!! (Really, tuen a Spongbob Squarepants pics upside down, and what did u see?!?), come on, eat my horse’s balls!!!”
Suddenly the gate is opened… and those Yvanas with long pointy sticks dash the gates… it looks like they hope for some Horse-Balls barbecue…
Overjoyed seeing that thing happened… Satraces let his men charge the pointy sticks, killing some in the process, but it was paid with an easy acess inside that town… after that…
We just ride inside, and start massacring any men found, raping any women found, and eating any children found... and we does playing some balls…

“So uncle… you are still drowned… You talk too much about balls… SERVANT, HOT TEA!!!” and Ysamotika splash that on my face…
“Ohh.. you sonawabe …. wait… I allready hear this line when I was sending Satraces a congratulations letter for being excellent tactician after that victory…” I said
“History always repeat himself uncle…” Ysamotika said, and then, we drink together… not wine again… but a really sweet smelled ollong tea…

And I resume my story afterwards…
At least those Yvanas and Pahlavans are just plain foolish… they sent numerous pantodapoi to wrest up our cities time to time… giving us a really nice target practice… as here…

“Wow, a really lot of unarmoured opponents uncle… no surprise that we just open the gate, fire the bows, and after that counting their dead...” Ysamotika said.
“And all those silly things, we only lost 20 men, or about that… but they are easily retrained here, afterall…”

While at the north, our army didn’t get as hot target practice as us in the south, but they still fought some battle anyway… and here was an example of our northern battle…
A fight of Tavrak against Ulsafer, a minor Nomadic chieftain, but they give a real fight worthy of Nomad customs… It looks like they had a quarrel about the grazing lands, and after some insults as usual, Tavrak then try to wrest their puny town…
First, Tavrak sent his light horse archers to drawn enemy fire, and… as usual, we took some casualities, but we give more casualities to the enemies… a fierce arrow fights ensued, and at least, our army could bleed them badly, giving our superrior experience of our men…
After the light horse archers was spent, the nobles dash forward, and press on the fight… many brave men dies, but that was the price of being true warriors… They pull their spears and search for the enemy’s weakness, at least, they search the right thing to stab, been it was a hole on the armour, or just plain skin protected the heart… at least, their scale armour was handy on that situation…
Finally, he fought Ulsafer in a crowded mounted fought on the tiny town center… and it looks like ulsafer was fallen… His men afterthat, cease the resistance, and as a really worthy nomadic groups, after a peaceful surrender, we treat them humanely…
And so Victory is ours, as usual… many of those men who “dies” of our arrows are actually just wounded and knocked out, and what’s more, Ulsafer aren’t dead yet, he just broke his ribs, and we did treat him with care a nomad chieftain should have, afterall, we got him a job as some kind of nomadic advisor afterall… Personally, I think Tavrak was too selfless… he could just killed them…
It looks like we got a really good men today…

“Ouw, it looks like a really god guy, that Tavrak…”
“Yes, but that was because he was a really selfless guy… he was a benovalent governor avterall…”
“Ya, uncle, but what about Satraces, did he really got a big fun after that…”
“Yeah, but… aside from that fights… our empire grows, and we are now a respected force in that period until now… Satraces himself lead many men against Nisa… which in turn has only a few left, after repelling Baktrian siege…”
“Wow, that was we call real cunning uncle…”
“Something cunning is not too good for a warrior… apparently, my Grandpa, Sapalbizes the king of kings, actually sent Satraces to believe that his men will face tons of Pahlavan troops, but after that, their clash with Baktrian forces, annihilate most of them, and our thousands of arrows made them pincushion really quickly, so that Satraces was now asking for more better fight…”
“Yes, no door can be closed against us… we will have some kind of ram to opened them…” Ysamotika said… but now, unk… drinking too much isn’t good for your old bones, now you should sleep for your own health…” Ysamotika finally says that…
“And let me drink that Ling-Zhi mushroom soup first… that was my recipe for a really long life…” I offer him a mushroom soup, bought from Chinesse trader, and after that light meal, we go to our tent…

Why are we so…. Great….
Inside the Buddhist temple…

“Time to pray kids… don’t just sleep then, u can sleep but don’t sleep in the monk’s eyes…, chant your prayers and understand that, to the Boddhisathva…” I arrange those children to meet our enlightment, Boddhisathva, in a formal manner today…
“But grandpa… we suppose to pray to an enlightened men? what the point of that?… His looks was looks nothing like the beautiful Anahita, or muscled Zeus-Azhura Mazda… just a plain fat gold statue, with no special features” Some of the child protest my “religious arrangement”…
“Don’t worry, just pray to any god you believe then instead if u don’t have any faith in Buddha…” Ysamotika replied… “I myself prefer to pray in Buddhist temple… but that was the best “Religious choice” afterall, the Yvanas’ god, and Persian gods… Sucks… we have defeated them…” … he says more…
“Well Ysamotika… It looks like u give that local Buddhist temple here a really huge donation, to made some new golden stupas’ eh…? You must be a really devoted Buddhist instead…!” I praise that kindness of Ysamotika have…
“Nope, uncle… I just hope to pay for our ancestor’s “Greatness’ Sin” that cost them the total annihilation of that two pesky people, the Baktrian Yvanas was Olympios Gods’ worshippers, and the effaminate Nomad, Pahlavans… worship Eastern pantheons, aside from Zuruastran teaching, that’s why I prefer Buddhism” Ysamotika replied.
“Oh… so let’s pray than made those kids stratch their head about religious matters… If they want to pray with something real and will save this damned world, just made sure you made sure Hierosolyma’s safety.”
“Ahh… that news from those monotheistic merchants… did u believe them uncle?”
“Hey, Ysamotika, let’s pray then… It looks like in another dimension… those kind of faith will dominate the wolrd… at least, some of those monks say so after their trance… about 200 years after this moment, a saviour will be born, in another dimension of course, But this was our dimension, and we did deserve some religious rights, yes? so don’t laugh at them… Pluralism is best served with kindness”
“Hehehe, that made me remembers my recent campaign on Antioch front, about facing tons of monotheistic troopers, yeah, aside from genuinely honor boddhisathva, I did feel that the monks here had no sense of fashion, they had so many bald heads…”
“HUSH!!! don’t say that here!!! That’s still a long time before we will hear your own story, this time is Satraces’ time…”
After that, we sit on the silken carpet, the monks prepared, and eat some delicious vegetable stews… Afterall, eating healthy food doesn’t hurt, yes? So, after that, the children demands me to say a story or two about Satraces, again…

A Pitiful Revenge

After those massacre of Nisa, the Pahlavans think about revenge, or to relief that town, so they sent some decent army to meet us on the field. That army was entering our territory and wreak havoc in the countryside for some time, but they just wreak havoc to some really unimportant countryside, and does nothing more harm. But a sight of a foreign army living of our lands was still an insult, and Satraces now lead our men to kick their ass…
Their army was mostly comprised of those light mardian foot archers, and some sizeable sum of light horse archers. A significant ammount of Dahae nobles are present too… But in turns, our army’s major force is some really badass noble horse archers, who had some of their pastoralist villagers follows with just some spears, bows, and shields, with no horse… afterall, they was just a local garrison force, that brought only to supplement our numbers…
We place the infantry in the center, right behind them is foot archers, and we put the nobles on the flank, pretty standard tactics…
And the footmen draw their bows and… “AAARRRGGHHHHH MY BALLLSSSS!!!”
Our first victim was an unsuspecting dracone bearer… he was killed by unfortunate arrow fire from those foot archers at his balls (We did examine his corpse for what he shouts… apparently he said the right thing…) we say our nobles to hold their fire, so they could use that on a really good back position…
The Spearmen was instructed to kneel, not to interfere with their foot archer’s aim, and they was happily did that, apparently, they like their sit down position, and this works wonders against some pahlava shivatirs that try to get rid of them… While our nobles try to flank them, and after they got a really nice point of view, they start to unleash their arrows too… Distracted by our infantry, their cavalrymen was made some futile attempt to kill our archers, but then our spearmen stand up, although some older men complaints their creaking bones, and the spearmen get some quick work on them… even dahae nobles could’t stand the spearmen and some start to routs…
It looks like the Mardian archers was no more than massive arrow fodders, we just close up, and they routs… soo many of them are killed, and we did enjoy this moment, if not some dahae nobles survived the spears, and start sending some of our footmen to reincarnation… leaving Satraces to personally helped them to get their own reincarnation.
But that’s still count for a clear victory… most of our deaths was those poor infantry, and they lost most of their nobles in replies… no matter, the infantry will be retrained, and the nobles pressed on their way to Baktra… A pitiful way of Pahlavan revenge afterall, is the best titles that we’ve got for this battle…

The Capture of Baktra

The Baktrian royal residence of Baktra was largely lightly defended, after a failed Seleukid incursion, so now is our time to do the same thing…
After some months of Siege, we’ve got our reinforcements of some freshly retrained spearmen and foot archers, that was first intended to create a riot infantry inside Baktra, but afterall, they are not really needed, if those horses could be ordered to pull a ram… so that footmen was actually do nothing than adding their share of numbers, because they are just a puny in strength, compared to our badass nobles… In the other hand, those Baktrians had a really pitiful relief force, as they carry those mighty pantodapois, that was actually worse than our nomadic watchmen, and also had large force of mostly light troops. But at least, they had the famed Baktrian Royal guardsmen, that actually (as our spies says), repel seleukid invasion without taking any loss (it looks like they didn’t fight afterall, as we suspect they didn’t have any balls), and those Yvanas Cataphract… we still didn’t have any real Cataphracts yet… (but what the **** that they have their cataphracts? those Pahlavans even still don’t field them, and Sauro didn’t fight with Baktria (they are way too far), well, that was really impressive cataphracts, so we’ve better manufacture our own melee cataphracts…)
Because we are on the defensive now, we just got a standard procedure… Place infantry on the center, and those nobles on the flanks…foot archers on the backs, and let them come first…
Bored on waiting, Satraces personally lead the left flank to maul enemy line first… he leads our nobles gloriously.
“Men, just fire your bows please… we’ve got some Yvanas to made into pincushions… ouw, that was the prodromoi… one two… now get them.”
“AAARRGGGHHH... AAARRRGGHHHHH… my balls”
“Good, now aim for those Ksatriyas, one two three four five”
“AARHHHHGGGGGHHHHSSSSS……..my heart…… AAARRRGGGHHH……”
“Now they are dead, hey, this time you miss their balls! what we should do next men?”
“Pantodapoi barbecue…”
“Let’s do then, pantodapoi are best served with arrows…”
“But lord, they are best served with spears, may we close up to impale them?”
“Do as you want lads…”
And then, we close up to those pantodapoi, and start impaling them with our spears. As predicted, those pantodapoi are too pathetic, we got them cleaned only in a little time… so Satraces decide…
“Right flank… forward…”
So our right flank was goes and start made their own pincushion too… And, afterthat, Satraces do his ultimate technigues, ‘Da Insult’ to lure Heliokeles Baktrios!!!
“Heliokeles Baktrios, that guys stinks!!! He was sonawabeach!!! Baktrian Royal family was sonawabeach!!! and his wife are really hot… afterthat, try her men!!!” Satraces says that very loudly, and as expected, Heliokeles Baktrios rushing forward to slap Satraces’ face with his Kopis.
“I kill u Satraces… so it was you that woo my wife…!!!”
“Hey… it was my spy afterall… I TRY HER NEXT TIME!!” and…
The nobles surround Heliokeles Baktrios, pretty quickly, and then, dispatch him with a quick stab on his balls, severing them…
“AAARRRGGGHHHHH, MY BALLLSSS!!!!!” and Heliokeles Baktrios was fallen and trampled under tens of horses…
“Hey, His shield is mine…!!!! don’t trample them… oohh, I was too late” Satraces said, who told him to carry those sexy shield afterall those sexy pics was tainted by lots of horseshoes marks…
Even the nobles and foot archers work for the fight, the spearmen just stand idly, waiting for their turn is booring condition…
“Hey what should we do lord?”
“Just keep your foot in the right place… we’ve got some long pointy things to be taken care of, and this needs you” Satraces asid as he ordered the nobles, to rearrange themselves on the right flank…
“Look lord, the Baktrian reinforcements was coming”
“Ugh, how long must we wait… ohh, those long pointy things… men, prepare yourself, in my third count… the Spearmen must run and hold those long, pointy things.. understand?”
“Sir, Yes Sir”… and our lines was prepared for the inevitable clash, again…
“Run down those pointy things!!!” and the spearmen quickly overwhelm the men with pointy things, and you won’t believe, how quick they was routed on contact…
It looks like the Baktrian condition was hopeless, and their famed royal guards and Cataphracts was preparing themselves to the worst thing… yes… worst thing for them as we mercilessly use sheer ammount of numbers to mob up them…
“Those Sexy shield, I want them!!!!” Satraces say… and his men now try to mug those sexy baktrian shield from his Owner.
“Hey! That was mine… aarrrghhhh… my ballsss…..” and Zoilos Marakandios dies, with someone’s kontos impaled on his balls…
Than we just ride down our remaining opposition, an really easy task after their leader was died…
And we’ve got a victory again…
After that, the enemy routs, and we massacre most of the Baktrians… well… that’s was solely for the money now… wakakakaakaka……..

“EHEM” a big cough, and what we see was some monks standing behind us.
“Soory, but it was me who are too carried by th story, sirs…” I offer my sincrere sorry for my parental advisory Story…
“No problem then, we’ve just enjoy your story lord Moga… you only talk too much about balls, and it looks like your audience was too young to hear that, so next time, please have more modest storytelling here, btw we only here to sent extra food for the childrens…” One of them said that, and now they offer us some steamed lotus…
“Thanks, but that wasn’t my failure, I just telling them that Satraces was really really A Completely Offensive Person, and I just talk what actually I’ve heard”
“You must be really really drunk now… Servant… hot tea…”
“Wait, wait… I didn’t drunk today… don’t splash my face with hot tea again…”
“Oh, next time, that wasn’t “parental advisory” again, this will be “family” rated… or we will have a hot tea for you…”
“It’s ok then… so.. let’s eat again…” I said that, and we happily eat those tasty foods…


Actually splashing hot tea on someone’s face was a common custom here (in Java), to awake a drunken man, it was a very nasty surprise indeed, but I still don’t know, , why they use tea instead of plain hot water?
Sorry about my really “Parental Advisory” story… I just have no other idea, what should I write, because I want to portay Satraces, and his family with their traits… Strong language, Foul Mouthed, and Swears like a trooper was really abundant… so that was no surprise if I roleplayed them with that, ok… (just check the savegame… really abundant Swearing – happy family here – and I didn’t know why this happened):sweatdrop:
Soory for the text heavy update, I promise as soon as my internet connection was better terms (maybe this night), I'll upload them (I couldn't open my photobucket now):sweatdrop:

[Cute Wolf]

Ahh... my internet connection these days are terribly slow... looks like now too many men use the wifi facility in my lovely cafe!!! (Damn, I shouldn't think that free wifi acess won't attract too many students!) well, maybe I'll post the rest of my AAR in another thread that's not as picture heavy as this....