Battle Reports

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The Fall of Petra

The new day dawns upon Hierax's third battle. This time, however, he is more than confident that victory will be his. The only question is how glorious it will be. He dons his ornate helmet, shoulders his shield and raising his sword high, orders the troops to assemble and meet the charging Ptolemaic armies.

He outnumbers his foe, which is always a good thing, but numbers alone confer no advantage. With cunning use of his fine cavalry, himself charging the enemy lines where fighting was fiercest, and with the experienced Caucasian archers and, of course, the finest soldiers in all the civilised world, the king's Argyraspides, Hierax routs the entire enemy army, slaughtering every last one.

Victorious, he follows the last of the routing enemy to the gates of Petra itself. The city is his.

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

phalavans launch a preemptive strike on the first babylonian as it marches to Karmana.

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Clear Victory

the siege of Karmana has now commenced. (now the phalavans are down to just the good troops so this should be intresting.)

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

The death of Persia:
The Persians lined the wide open roads of the village of Karmana. they has ran, and ran, and ran from the Seleucids but now their was no where to run to. They stood shoulder to should, side by side in their last and finest hour.
The battle raged for five hours, but eventually even the Persians determination could not stand up against the overwhelming numbers of the Babylonians. The Persians did not, could not flee, and died where they stood, the last of their kind. The last Persians...... men who died for they’re beliefs, no matter how flawed they were. This account is not here to say that the Persians were right, only to say that they deserved respect.
Patrokles looked up from his writing, staring out over the carrion soaked town of Karmana, and sighed. he watched as the town folks were brought from their homes and was surprised to see such a tiny crowd, where was everyone else? he thought. he walked over to a officer
"are your men not through rounding up the town folk yet?"
".... sir, this is all the town folk."
"what..... where is everyone else?" he looked over to one of the children and asked again "boy, where is all the other people of your village?"
The boy cocked his head and pointed to the huge funeral pyres burning just outside of town "they are all there sir." he said matter a factly.
Patrokles shoulders lowered and he walked back to his tent, taking back up his journal and scratching in a few more lines.
….. When I set out on this campaign I expected everything to be simple, I tries to assume that we were right and the Persians were wrong….. Perhaps life isn’t that simple. I have seen a village die for its beliefs, and yet I don’t know whether to cry or laugh.