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Hmmm i supose it is...i thought maybe as it was text heavy and grammar and punctuation errors were constant throughout. That people were struggling to follow. Also the real world constantly calls me away. I will keep the name Change in mind.....
next update soon. i have two days off in a row for once!!!! OHHH EMMM JEEE
Name change for thread as per request by PM.
Best of luck with it!
Ta, Chapter 6 on its way
This one is a real gem. It makes the celts feel alive as a culture. As I said before I love how you roleplay the eleutheroi british tribes. Although updates are somewhat irregular (but, hey, real life is a bitch sometimes) it's one of my favourites at the moment, along with Chirgueon's lusitanians. Keep up the good work...:whip: please:sweatdrop:
lol cheers mate. Yeah im sorry about the delays with my postings. I work 35-50hour weeks since mid jan. All on my feet as well so when i get home i just want to sleep or try to see friends. I have chapter 6 ready and spellchecked just scanning for pics to use.
Chapter 6: Pawn of the gods.
The men stood at the other side of the grand oak table, the warrior hold was dark and a solemn atmosphere filled it. The men did not quite know what to say anymore, across the table, their leader, covered his mouth and nose with his hands as if he was praying. His eyes still open rolled around searching the hall. He wasn’t looking for an answer from any of his men, he was trying to understand what the past two months were all about and Maudamoros was confused. He had tried to plea to the Casse that the feud was over when he backed out of an alliance with his western neighbours. That was the trouble with the midlands, precariously situated between three great confederations of tribes. The north and west was always susceptible to slave raiding and in recent generations the south had gone through a state of flux, which introduced some continental tribes into Britain. Caution was the tried and tested routine of maintaining harmony.
He rubbed his face, his best men looked to him for leadership in this terrible hour. “I was fooled, played for a fool I had nothing to do with this atrocity! We had nothing to do with it!”
“We cant be entirely sure Bren, Many men were lost who were of septs under our control, the peace between the Cornovii and Dubunnes seems to have been brokered on the basis that the Belgae holy order were to be slain and the equipment, many of which were highly valuable, used for payment”
“I was under the impression that the Belgae had organised this peace treaty since they had taken an active role in the final stages of the violence” this sharp response once again silenced his men. Maudamoros stood up and moved round the table towards the assembled captains, he moved with frustration and his men were wary of receiving his wrath. There were not many Brens who rose to this position by good deeds and fair law alone.
“We were wrong Bren, I suppose it must have been a ploy by the Cymreniu”
“Of course, a clever trick! What ever they did to convince the western and northern tribes of our confederation to join in the slaughter I cannot fathom. Also Brigantes and Calydrae too! Its an amazing feat!”
“Its hard to control our borders Bren while we were occupied on the eastern side of the hills it seems the men moved along the western side”
“Our force is larger than theirs! We can check them here and also prove to the other tribes that wandering into our land is not tolerated”
The interruption was necessary and also true, roused from his depressive state Maudamoros left the warrior hold and his men followed. Once in the open, the calm peace of the inside was swapped with the commotion of early battle. Boarding the chariot he looked to the southern wall of his capitol. Beyond it he could see the Belgae in their distinctive colours. Two rams were closing in on the gates.
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Barae was still annoyed with Sentata’s hiring of Calydrae mercenaries. The money used was substantial and had drained a lot of the wealth the Casse had amassed in recent years. His army had shrunk, many men had been lost and he did not want to think about the tragedy of the young men who were lost at the Stones. News did not reach Camulosadae until nearly a week. The wars had decimated the local population around the stones in the west and the few settlements that remained were now destroyed outright or took to the forests for protection, where Wolves and bears lurked. Margorix was worried after a day and a half. The celebrations and ceremonies had left Barae, Sentata and the majority of the Casse population a little tender in the head and foul in the stomach. Another day and Barae was worried, news to the north had told of massive eruptions of disorder in the Coritanes sphere of influence and their western border in full-scale war once again. It did not take long for the wretched survivors of the border to come pouring south along with the sad news: A massive massacre followed by slave raiding and slaughter. Conveniently, for himself, Setanta went northeast to the lands of the Iceni to discuss new terms of trade agreements. The lands these Belgae people inhabited were low-lying and marshy. It took a further few days for him to receive word of the attack and to mobilise.
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In the mean time Barae had been foraying into the lands of the Cornovii to try and cut the root source of the slave raiding. An envoy from the Cymreniu had stated that it wished no part in the war but would not tolerate excursions in their territory. Barae kept to his part of the bargain but was fully aware that the druids had been preaching their hatred and that the holy island of the druid centre was a place where hatred towards the Belgae was a common discussion. A lull in the violence soon allowed the Belgae a rest bite but the midlands were still in chaos. Sentata had subdued the southern and eastern region of Coreiltauvae with the Iceni. Mowg and Massorias gained experience while with their father but Mowg was proving to be the better commander on the scene. https://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h...Iceniscene.jpg
With the borders Secured the leadership returned to Camulosadae to discuss the next phase of the war. Barae was silent during the meeting the shock of the massacre and his first hand view of the battleground had only just begun to sink in with him. Margorix usually the peaceful of the three and the most moderate was furious.
“Its disgusting, The holy place is where the men went to converse with the Gods Pilgrims from the Mainland even come to visit them! We have no choice but to strike back” Sentata looked surprised and with a bloodthirsty smile on his face carried on.
“The midlands will soon feel our wrath Margorix you have surprised me. This has been a dreadful attack on our people…perhaps you should come with us.”
“No I cannot, I will be needed here brother the people are frightened, what’s left of our holy order will stay with me, we cannot risk losing them. I will grant the experienced guardsmen into your army but the druids and I will stay”
“That will be the best thing to do” said a soft spoken Barae. “We will have to bring the war to them. The Coritanes confederacy will have to be broken or the Britons to the west will sense weakness. Maudamoros was once a man of honour but he has changed the Men closest to our border have been subdued. If Ratae falls under our control then the rest will follow. I hear that the Brigantes have been snatching away their northern territory. We can use this as a basis for them to accept our rule”
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Now the Army was at the walls of Ratae a unit of men began to batter at the gate and further down to create two openings the start of the fight thinned out the ranks of both sides as the javelins began to fly. The men who battered the wall away from the gate broke through and stormed in. more intense fighting occurred here and Maudamoros looked on. His army was a lot bigger and in some respects better equipped but this did not stir him from his depressed state. “So I am a pawn to the gods,” “Sir?” “An offering to the gods, A Sacrifice! This is how it is meant to play out, what crime did I commit?”
“None sir it was the people who reacted badly we do not need to fear..”
“I am the head of my people! So the Coritanes will have to be sacrificed to enable the survival of British hegemony. I Understand” His manner was beginning to worry his captains.
As he spoke he watched his army descend away from the gates and to the swordsman who broke through the wall. Turning their backs he watched as the Javelins flew over the wall and into his distracted men. The Casse army including the nobles rode up close to the wall and the Javelins flew over. Into the mass of the Coritanes who had horded around the single unit of Casse troops. They were putting up a brave fight but the bulk of the Coritanes army began to press down on them. The unit commander of the Casse swordsmen, Lugetios, ordered the horn to sound for reinforcements. Barae had told him that he and his men were a decoy that would hopefully pull the whole of the enemy onto him. A charge that he and his men were proud to serve many of the army lost brothers and fathers with the wiping out of the Casse druids. It may have broken the morale of the people but the army was in fact strengthened. Revenge and a desire to see loved ones in the afterlife drove them on. He looked on as his men became wounded and fell, javelins flung high over the palisade were dropping into the sea of Coritanes faces in front of him he could pick out men who were selected by the javelin and soon fell under them. Several horns then blasted around the vicinity and many more Javelins began to fly. He looked to his right back towards the broken wall. Naked spearmen had rushed through to join the fight. It was a good move their fearless approach to battle boosted his men’s courage. At that same moment and axe swung down and within a split second Lugetios reacted, saving his arm but shattering his sword he dropped his shield and grabbed the axe arm with his left hand. Using his sword arm he punched his attacker square in the face, wrestling the axe from his grip and in a continuing motion swung the axe up in an under arm fashion catching his opponent in the groin, slicing upwards and underneath his Iron breast plate. His opponent soon fell clutching at his mangled parts. Behind him a naked warrior stood grinning. Lugetios smiled back, looking down on the mans penis, his now acquired axe and his previous attacker who rolled around screaming. His next opponent noted this and the grin soon left his face and he lunged forward. Lugetios smashed the spear tip away as it was no match for his axe again repeating his move. The un armoured man was no match and the axe dug deep into him, the spray of blood went all over Lugetios who could smell urine not realising he had cut straight into the mans bladder.
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Maudamoros stood back and he saw that his men were being cut down in the foolish advance on the single unit who dared to cross the wall His captains and nobles were shouting orders furiously at the army but they could not hear over the Casse horns.
“We need to get closer men! They cannot hear!” He raced forward and the men followed suit. The mass of men was still impressive but underneath them laid the bodies of fallen comrades and the battleground was becoming a bloody mire. Barae saw the chariots advance from his position it was just what he was waiting for. As his Enemies chariots grew close to the gate he had order his spearmen to charge in. Before this had happened though, Mowg suggested that Margorix’s druid guardsmen break another hole in the wall but to the right as to fully flank the Coritanes. It was an excellent idea and knowing that time was of the essence he ordered the men right to it. Maudamoros in his haste failed to spot the palisade crumbling as he passed by it and as the men finally began to react under his orders a war cry rang out and through the gate way Gaeroas, the famed light spearmen of the Casse, charged head long into the chariots. Distracted by this his eager nobles charged forward crushing the first wave under their horses but soon they were entangled in the tight space and met their deaths quickly. Maudamoros looked to his right at the Coritanes men who had forced the early attackers into a retreat but they had been replaced. He moved his view in a 180° angle from right to left and watched the javelins fly over into the battle and pick off more of his men. To his front the Gaeroas were drawing his nobles into an impossible fight, chariots in close quarters with men up against a wooden wall, with no room to manoeuvre were like sitting ducks. To his left a Fresh unit of swordsman who had burst down the wall somewhere else charge towards him. He realised he had fallen into Bares carefully planned trap “CORITANNNESSS!!”
He screamed charging headlong into the Gaeroas. Out of nowhere another chariot barged into his. The horse riding forward head on into the wall as he looked over he saw his son holding onto the side of the chariot mercilessly, the rider had been caught with a javelin and had fallen over the side with the reigns still in his hand this had caused the horses great pain and in their confusion they rode in a diagonal manner. The sharp axels of the wheels caught each other causing both to flip he watched his son get crushed between the too and he cried out. Flung off he hit the ground hard, at his level many other men lay some Gaeroas others Coritanes, including the battered corpse of his son. Hooves of the still functioning chariots rode over these men and behind him more pilled forward the chariots had followed him straight into his own gateway and straight on top of him in the chaos he was crushed while the Gaeroas screamed as they pulled the horses down and murdered the riders.
Barae smiled it was smile of relief his plan paid off. The remainder of the Coritanes force which still was large looked round to see there leaders slain. They broke but fresh young soldiers who had flanked them now blocked their path. Only one brave soul made it back to the town centres reserve. The battle was all but over and Barae had ordered the Calydrae mercenaries in first. Although they had proved to be beneficial in the battle he could not trust them, Sentata had hired them for an enormous sum. The way they looked up to Sentata and looked down upon Barae unnerved him. The new environment of treachery and assassination made him paranoid. The most xenophobic of all the Britons who were fighting for the Casse was intriguing let alone the fact that a Calydrae war band happened to be in the southern midlands in the first place. The murder at the stones was not fully answered yet and he had a sense that these men had something to do with it.
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Sentata was angered by this “Why? Have they not proved themselves enough already!”
“They have done well yes. But while you were away scouting the country side I was suspect of there goings on, I cant understand them Sentata but from what I could tell they seemed to have had their own agenda”
“And now you send them all to their deaths these men will not be able to stand up to the fresh young reserves”
“Like you had managed to send most of our holy order to their deaths” It was a back handed comment and Barae knew it but he was in no mood for it. He was certain that whatever the mercenaries were planning whether it was loot, slaughter or worse, it would be a hindrance in his governance in this new land. Looking over at Sentata he seemed momentarily lost for words
“How…why would you say such a thing brother? I had no idea I was to be tricked! I told you of my suspicions of the Coritanes druids at that meeting and has it not proved to be true?”
“Maybe so, but now I don’t know who to trust an I am not trusting these men, did you not think that hiring them could have been a trap! It was not so long ago that a Calydrae army backed by Maudamoros went into our lands…What if they turned on us and assassinated us all on the spot! This is my final word on the matter”
Barae rode off to survey the final scene of battle Sentata was now furious he looked over to his nephews. Their youthful boasting along with the next generation of nobles sickened him further. Sentata had failed to provide children so far and his time was running out Margorix had failed also, but he had accepted Barae’s sons with great joy. He hardly knew his nephews at all but he could sense one thing, a growing jealousy from Massorias towards Mowg. They had proven themselves to be level headed in battle but Mowg’s eye for a strategic opening to control the course of battle most pleased Barae. The battle was won and the town quickly subdued, slavery was the order of the day and most of the Coritanes Druid class was sentenced to servitude by order of Barae. The Calydrae number were devastated only 30 still lived. They were rewarded homes and wives of the dead men. Six merchants entered the town they wished to speak to Barae, as it seemed that were the most senior of the businessmen left. Little did they realise they had more important information.
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As you can see readers as epic and long as ever. I was thinking this particular story is very fictional and i add extra scenes like the masscare of the druids which of course never happend in the A.A.R. To help add justification of the Casse's eventuall domination of the British isles.
A story none the less. I may end it once the British isles are under control not to say that i wont begin a new one. In which the Casse go back to their old homeland and beyond. I may write that in a different style maybe like a historical commentary, i am no writer. Chapter 7 is on its way...probabaly a un exciting chapter battle wise. It will include news from the mianland and probabaly an insight of the intricate workings of the Casse expansion and how the people move on from the loss of their Druid class and how the neighbours react to this change. No tribe in the history of Britian has brought that much land under their control. It will be difficult.
You certainly ARE a writer. This AAR/story is so cool. For me a good AAR is at least part story. The great thing about EB is that you can, if you want, create intricate stories around your games. It makes them more fun to play. If like here a very good story combines with a colourful an interesting stuff, you get really really good stuff, like this AAR which makes me want to read more :study: :2thumbsup: :2thumbsup:
Yes a good story but If you feel you have accomplished your goals their is no need to write any longer. If it ever feels like a job then you should not force yourself to continue it. However I am enjoying it very much :)
:furious3: ***** such an epic battle...ctd u will have to wait some more
No worries. This AAR is worth waiting a bit for.