amore555
11-18-2010, 18:29
Hi all, this is my first attempt at an AAR so I hope you like it.
This is from my game playing as Casse. I have taken some liberties with names occasionally, and other measures for the sake of the story line, but will stay true to the events as they unfold in my game.
This AAR will follow one character, Margorix, who is a simple foot soldier in the Casse' army, I hope you like this little taster, I will update soon.
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“Margorix! Wake up you :daisy: goat!”
Margorix groaned and swung a fist out, though the haze cast over his eyes by a night celebrating meant that his angry strike hit nothing but air, coming back to rest over his eyes as he once more slipped into sleep.
“Margorix!!”
This time it was the kick to his spine that roused him fully, sitting bolt upright, Margorix glared at the blurry image that had so rudely interrupted his sleep. He could see now it was his older brother, and superior officer, Ventix, the long spikes of lime bleached hair, and impressive gold torque hanging from his neck meant that even in Margorix current state, Ventix was clearly distinguishable.
“What do you want brother?” Margorix, though now awake, still had trouble trying not to mumble his words.
“They’re here…”
*********************************************************************Two years prior, on the eve of his seventeenth season, Margorix had been out on a hunt with his father, Camulodogus.
Camulodogus was a bull of man, he stood a head higher than any other in his native town of Caern-Brigante, on the north-west of Britannia, and his long, bleached fork beard showed his age. Only five years earlier, Camulodogus was the right hand man of his local chieftain, and had been appointed town defender, commander of the town’s garrison of over two thousand fighting men. That was before the Casse tribe came from the south. Their King, Brennus, was an ambitious man, who sought to unify Britannia, and forge a grand kingdom out of the remnants of all the local tribes that resisted him. Camulodogus’ own Caern-Brigante was just one such tribe. Camulodogus had fought bravely with his men, many of whom though, were more used to chasing off bandits, rather then fending off a full scale invasion, let alone from behind a few measly sticks of wood, that served more as a filtering wall for incoming merchant caravans, rather than hold off a determined and sizeable force of professional soldiers.
The town had fallen swiftly, and was brought into the Casses’ tribe. There had initially been some resistance, until they got their first taste of how the Casse treated their tribesmen; money had come from Camulosadae in the south, and been used by the new local governor to dig basic sewage trenches in the streets. After that came new methods of farming, a new wall, even a small port. Caern-Brigante had never been so well off, and soon enough, young men from across the town were happily volunteering for positions in king Brennus’ growing army as it marched steadily northwards, seeking to consolidate on their gains.
Camulodogus was one such man, and in deference to his earlier position, he was given the role of captain of a small force, and was soon due to sail to Hibernia, to further the Casse’s conquests.
“I tell you Margorix my son, it would seem our world has grown in the time since we have become Casse”
Margorix turned to his Father with a quizzical look
“You see, it used to be our concerns ranged as far as the next harvest, occasionally driving off a few bandits, and now our fates are tied with people in lands entirely foreign to our own. When I was your age I had barely spoken to someone from the next tribe, let alone get ready to sail on a voyage of conquest overseas”
Margorix looked at his leather bound feet, it seemed to him that his life was only just beginning, and yet even he could feel the change. Caern-Brigante had grown immensely since the Casse took over, even he openly referred to himself as Casse. It was who they were now. Besides Margorix though, why be ashamed of it, since they took control we no longer struggle for food, last years harvest was a difficult one, but food was simply carted over from Rattae, who had food in abundance. If this was what it was to be Casse, then thought Margorix, there are many others who should be Casse also.
“Snap out of it Margorix, always thinking, one would think you’d rather be in the college with those Scholars, behaving like a roman toga lifter, rather than out here learning Javelin throwing with me”
Margorix laughed at this, like many Bretons, he knew of people on the mainland, their merchants had been through his lands many times, still they were a curious people, and seemed to think of the Bretons as simple hut dwellers.
Well though Margorix, now even we are building schools and forming armies, one day those sandal wearing lovers of boys will-
“Margorix…”
Hearing his father whisper his name snapped Margorix from his thoughts, Camulodugus was pointing further down the track. Margorix followed the gesture, and spotted a large boar, stopping to nuzzle some truffles at the base of a tree.
“Remember what I taught you son, place your feet apart, look down the javelin, and throw”
So Margorix did as his father instructed, taking a deep breath he planted his feet, and sighted the boar with his javelin, and in one fluid motion brought it back, and with all his strength hurled it forward.
The javelin flew true, whizzing as it reached the apex of it’s parabola, seemingly hanging in the air for an instant, before descending rapidly.
The head of the javelin burst through the boars leg, and pinned it to the ground, while it screeched and wailed in a tone Margorix had never heard, and froze him to the spot.
“A fine shot Son! Now finish the job”
Camulodogus handed his son a Celtic Dagger, finely crafted, after recovering from his shock, Margorix strolled over to the Boar, grabbing it by the horns, the beast looked him in the eyes, seemingly knowing its fate.
As he put tomorrow’s feast out of it’s misery, Margorix became aware of his father standing behind him.
“We’ll make a fine spearman out of you yet, maybe even fight for me when I return from Hibernia, which reminds me son, I have a boat to catch”
As Margorix watched his father stroll casually back towards town, he thought about these parting words, should he join up with the army to make his living? His older brother Ventix had, who was at this point fighting in Caledonia to the north. One thing was for sure, he had a knack for throwing a spear, and he didn’t want to waste that talent…
This is from my game playing as Casse. I have taken some liberties with names occasionally, and other measures for the sake of the story line, but will stay true to the events as they unfold in my game.
This AAR will follow one character, Margorix, who is a simple foot soldier in the Casse' army, I hope you like this little taster, I will update soon.
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“Margorix! Wake up you :daisy: goat!”
Margorix groaned and swung a fist out, though the haze cast over his eyes by a night celebrating meant that his angry strike hit nothing but air, coming back to rest over his eyes as he once more slipped into sleep.
“Margorix!!”
This time it was the kick to his spine that roused him fully, sitting bolt upright, Margorix glared at the blurry image that had so rudely interrupted his sleep. He could see now it was his older brother, and superior officer, Ventix, the long spikes of lime bleached hair, and impressive gold torque hanging from his neck meant that even in Margorix current state, Ventix was clearly distinguishable.
“What do you want brother?” Margorix, though now awake, still had trouble trying not to mumble his words.
“They’re here…”
*********************************************************************Two years prior, on the eve of his seventeenth season, Margorix had been out on a hunt with his father, Camulodogus.
Camulodogus was a bull of man, he stood a head higher than any other in his native town of Caern-Brigante, on the north-west of Britannia, and his long, bleached fork beard showed his age. Only five years earlier, Camulodogus was the right hand man of his local chieftain, and had been appointed town defender, commander of the town’s garrison of over two thousand fighting men. That was before the Casse tribe came from the south. Their King, Brennus, was an ambitious man, who sought to unify Britannia, and forge a grand kingdom out of the remnants of all the local tribes that resisted him. Camulodogus’ own Caern-Brigante was just one such tribe. Camulodogus had fought bravely with his men, many of whom though, were more used to chasing off bandits, rather then fending off a full scale invasion, let alone from behind a few measly sticks of wood, that served more as a filtering wall for incoming merchant caravans, rather than hold off a determined and sizeable force of professional soldiers.
The town had fallen swiftly, and was brought into the Casses’ tribe. There had initially been some resistance, until they got their first taste of how the Casse treated their tribesmen; money had come from Camulosadae in the south, and been used by the new local governor to dig basic sewage trenches in the streets. After that came new methods of farming, a new wall, even a small port. Caern-Brigante had never been so well off, and soon enough, young men from across the town were happily volunteering for positions in king Brennus’ growing army as it marched steadily northwards, seeking to consolidate on their gains.
Camulodogus was one such man, and in deference to his earlier position, he was given the role of captain of a small force, and was soon due to sail to Hibernia, to further the Casse’s conquests.
“I tell you Margorix my son, it would seem our world has grown in the time since we have become Casse”
Margorix turned to his Father with a quizzical look
“You see, it used to be our concerns ranged as far as the next harvest, occasionally driving off a few bandits, and now our fates are tied with people in lands entirely foreign to our own. When I was your age I had barely spoken to someone from the next tribe, let alone get ready to sail on a voyage of conquest overseas”
Margorix looked at his leather bound feet, it seemed to him that his life was only just beginning, and yet even he could feel the change. Caern-Brigante had grown immensely since the Casse took over, even he openly referred to himself as Casse. It was who they were now. Besides Margorix though, why be ashamed of it, since they took control we no longer struggle for food, last years harvest was a difficult one, but food was simply carted over from Rattae, who had food in abundance. If this was what it was to be Casse, then thought Margorix, there are many others who should be Casse also.
“Snap out of it Margorix, always thinking, one would think you’d rather be in the college with those Scholars, behaving like a roman toga lifter, rather than out here learning Javelin throwing with me”
Margorix laughed at this, like many Bretons, he knew of people on the mainland, their merchants had been through his lands many times, still they were a curious people, and seemed to think of the Bretons as simple hut dwellers.
Well though Margorix, now even we are building schools and forming armies, one day those sandal wearing lovers of boys will-
“Margorix…”
Hearing his father whisper his name snapped Margorix from his thoughts, Camulodugus was pointing further down the track. Margorix followed the gesture, and spotted a large boar, stopping to nuzzle some truffles at the base of a tree.
“Remember what I taught you son, place your feet apart, look down the javelin, and throw”
So Margorix did as his father instructed, taking a deep breath he planted his feet, and sighted the boar with his javelin, and in one fluid motion brought it back, and with all his strength hurled it forward.
The javelin flew true, whizzing as it reached the apex of it’s parabola, seemingly hanging in the air for an instant, before descending rapidly.
The head of the javelin burst through the boars leg, and pinned it to the ground, while it screeched and wailed in a tone Margorix had never heard, and froze him to the spot.
“A fine shot Son! Now finish the job”
Camulodogus handed his son a Celtic Dagger, finely crafted, after recovering from his shock, Margorix strolled over to the Boar, grabbing it by the horns, the beast looked him in the eyes, seemingly knowing its fate.
As he put tomorrow’s feast out of it’s misery, Margorix became aware of his father standing behind him.
“We’ll make a fine spearman out of you yet, maybe even fight for me when I return from Hibernia, which reminds me son, I have a boat to catch”
As Margorix watched his father stroll casually back towards town, he thought about these parting words, should he join up with the army to make his living? His older brother Ventix had, who was at this point fighting in Caledonia to the north. One thing was for sure, he had a knack for throwing a spear, and he didn’t want to waste that talent…