From robbers to royalty, a Pahlav AAR.

[johnhughthom]

Chapter 4:The travels of an emissary

Extract:
"You can imagine how often I found myself in strange places and awkward situations in these early years, I mean I was a simple messenger boy suddenly expected to broker deals with Kings and Tyrants. The first years of my odyssey were mostly filled with fear, my people had attacked the Empire and I had to travel through the Empire for many months to get to new people. The Ptolemies were our obvious first port of call. Ha, I say obvious, I had not even heard of them when I left Nisa, now I was expected to negotiate with them. I had a vague idea what a "Greek" was, but the notion I should be able to distinguish between varieties of Greek-Makedon, Spartan, Ionian and on and on was preposterous. Then there were the other peoples, Thracians, Jews, Phoenicians, Celts and more. I was a simple boy who had lived in a tent all his life! I had never been in a town until I was 16, now I was expected to be this cultured ambassador of people, knowledgable of all nuances of foreign speech and manner."

Year four appears to have been one of consolidation, Keyarash tells us of his travels and some of the peoples he comes across but tells us little of what is happening back in Parthia. Harasp and Arshak the younger both defeat Seleukid armies, but the main event of the year is all the tribesmen being summoned to Asaak. The Seleukids had an armoury there with a foundary well in advance of anything the Parthians had, the entire army was outfitted in new armour.

Extract:
"One of the stranger groups of people I met on my travels were the Galatians, yellow haired men who liked to go to war "tackle out." It seemed the further away from home I got the less civilized people became. I had heard of the Greeks, of course, and expected to find sensible, intelligent people there. While I was staying in a small city in the region they fell out with a neighbouring city and went to war, I watched the men put their armour on and grab their spears ready to fight. I went on my horse to the battlefield, ready to run if the battle was too close, and was surprised to see what appeared to be a giant "lets see who can shout loudest and push hardest contest." The men stood well apart, shouted at each other then closed, pushed at each others shields, withdrew and repeated. This went on for hours until one army took to flight, I can only assume they got bored. These were the people Iskender came from??"

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Sorry for how poor this has been so far, I'm not great at getting good screenshots. I play general cam and a lot of my battles are manouveuring horse archers about the battlefield from a distance, not great for exciting screenshots-it also leads to a lot of micromanagement and I forget to get screenshots when I get the chance... As I said before any feedback or advice would be gratefully received, if not about AAR writing then where I take my campaign.