Tribe on the Arges

[mountaingoat]

A long ride home

*the sound of thumping hooves makes its way to the manor entrance*


"return to your homes , you are dismissed until further notice"



*Dizo praises the efforts of his royal guard in a weak gesture to attempt to keep morale*

As he dismounts , Dizo walks over to the fountain located in the yard and dives his hands into the fresh spring water, throwing them back up to his face as he lowers his body . He removes his curiass and emits a sigh of relief as some comfort returns .Throwing the curiass to the ground ,a large peice segments , he can now see the Dents and jagged openings designated by his foes to have him fall. Though mostly unscathed a holds a deep wound or two to the left lower rib and abdomen. A gentle hand wraps around his waist and begins to peel back the bandages .



"your wounds need tending to , will i have kalo fetch the healer?"

*Reskuturme raises her eyes from the half healed wound and looks up to Dizo , he smiles in return. Their company is short lived as a tall dark figure overshadows them both.*


would you leave us please?

*Reskuturme looks towrds Dizo . He nods and she begins to slowly walk back inside ,her belly rounded as she is soon to have another child.*



"Dizo ! the news of your defeat has spread quicker than your return..what shall i tell the chief of your engagement?"

Dizo continues to wash his wounds then responds.

"an ambush by Seleuth , before we could lay seige two Armies encircled, Skorillo advanced... we took many with us , i barley escaped.."







"word is that in your haste to sack Sarmiszegethusa you willingly lead your men into an ambush"


Dizo begins to ignore Taras and continues to wash.

"Dizo , some might say your actions were suicidal. Next time you decide to sling yourself to battle and lay waste to the chiefs men, you best back that with spoils of war . The power of the Odes is on the verge of collapse , surrounding tribes will only stay loyal for so long.. i don't need to tell you the rest.

I have order from your chief that you are to stay in town to prepare defenses and organise manpower for the new trade roads.


*Taras exits the manor yard*

[mountaingoat]

Tylis, a prelude

Oroles ,on herring of Dizos defeat ,begins to understands the urgency of his next move. Leaving a small garrisonbehind , he marches south west to Tylis . With no more than 2000 men and with no Diales to aid him this time, he marches on only a feeling ,an intuition that this town is ready to be taken under his rule. the night before he had a powerful dream , he dreamt that he wan eagle swooping down upon a snake . was this dream to be taken as a message from the gods? His Kapnobaton had told him previous of his departure to beware of snakes posing as men.

As he marches towards the town an eagle flies overhead, the gods are watching over today.




Seige



Scouting parties send the word

"Virssuccios advances!"

Trumpets and horns blow in Oroles's camp , men run from all directions , picking up spears and shields , seargents screaming out commands for the men to fall into rank

Oroles acts surprised , he knows now the garrison strength is of 3000 or more , but with an open battle the advantage sided with him.





The gate of Tylis open and hundreds of men begin to appear infront of the towns walls. As they fall into rank, Oroles can see the Celts heavy influence still resides in the region (from the thracian celto wars), their line infantry consisting of Gaeroas , Eoci Curoas and Galathraikes .





The young enemy general Virssuccios appears to be unaware of how to direct a battle, eager for the blood lust to begin he leaves his forces scattared and in range of the toxatoi!.





The lightly armoed celto troops begin to fall as the arrows hone in on their targets . soon the arrows run low , toxatoi are too few to make a significant dent . Virssuccios orders a full charge.





As the battle lines draw closer the Daoi ready their javalins , suddenly Virssuccios's forces halt ..commands are yelled out and javalins are let loose from both sides.

After the barrage , Virssuccios's line of troops enter into a feirce charge with Virssuccios himself charging head first into a line of Daoi .




A feirce battle begins , Getakoi against Enoci , Daoi pushing against Virssuccios,and the Galathraikes . Drapanai force their way into Gaeroas right flank.

Oroles charges to counter Virssuccios , his charge so powerful that it routs the cavalry . Virssuccios runs but is knocked to the ground . a young foolish generals life on this plain has now ended.




Oroles sees a unit of elite thracian peltasti hitting the ranks of Daoi , he orders the Pelekuphoro captain to lead a charge . Oroles then heads left and flanks the Galathraikes that are engaged with the Daoi. The power of his charge weakens the morale of the Galathraikes instantly ,as with the rise of Oroles's power his elite unit has grown in numbers.



panic throughout the enemy ranks as their king lay dead , and although the fallen are almost even for each side , a route from the Galathraikes leads way to a mass slaughter by Oroles .

As the routing men fleed towards the town gates , the remaining forces (now circled) felt the wrath of the "Oroles charge" .

With the remaining forces taking their last stand ,Oroles charges , pulls back , charges , pulls back ,then charges again, until the remaining lines brake.



Now was his chance to take the town , Oroles ordered his men to chase down those fleeing that were close by , but to leave those in the distance as they were fleeing towards the town . Oroles would charge once the townsfolk opened the gates

as the great gates opened to the fleeing thracians commands, Oroles's cavalry unit plowed through the peltasti and followed by Getakoi they captured the gates.




without a need for more troops to be sent in , Oroles trampled down the few men remaining putting up a last effort defense in the town square .





Tylis was captured and although heavy losses were sustained , the criticalness of the victory ensured that many fresh ranks were to come

[the man with no name]

Wow good job

[mountaingoat]

Summer 270

Priesthood

*Back in Buridava , stories begin to emerge of Oroles success , his fame and influence now rivaling that of the kings*


Dizo sits at a desk in the council chambers while he overlooks plans for the towns development .Reading on, he is interrupted by a elderly man wearing a tall felt hat. He is part of the old aristocracy.

"Dizo, you will not be king of the getae , at least not with the current state of affairs "


"Be gone old man"


"I want to help you Dizo , i want to help you achieve your greatness , to reach power that you seek and much more"


"and what would you have me do?"


*The old man grins*

"we can help you , but we also need your help Dizo , you are of a pure bloodline , and when you join us a new spectrum of power can be shown to you."


*Dizo looks on at the old man cautiously*

"what priesthood do you hail from? I do not see the mark of Zalmoxis"

"you will know our name in due time , we are a guild related to the priests of Zalmoxis"


*Dizo starts to feel uneasy as the old man talks on , his frequent use of hand movements and body gestures seem to follow some sort of pattern .*

"you must understand Dizo , due to our ways you shall only know of us when we present ourselves to you. We come from a time of the great ones , and we work to restore their glory "


*Dizo interrupts abruptly*


"you tell a fine story that is worth nothing to me ... i'll ask you to leave again , if i had been talking to a commoner right now , he would be laying beneath my feet"


*The old man chuckles and as he walks out the door he yells *


"shall i return your gift then ? or will you watch over this town until your days end?"


*Dizo gets up to ensure the old man has left , but as he looks out the doorway there is no one to be seen.*