Wine and Blood- A Getai AAR

[bobu]

I am trying to make a decent AAR about the Getai faction.
Difficulty: VH / M


The Feast

- And they have those men who think all day, how did they call them, philosophers! And schools, all kind of them.
- Philosophers? And they just think?
- Yes, can you believe it?
The dacian court in Buridava started laughing at those thinkers which they fiind absurd.
Taras, the Dacian diplomat just visited the Hellens lands and all the men, women and children are gathered around him, listening to every word he says. Zalmogedikos, the king is siting alone on the throne. The slave is pouring him more wine.
- Tell us more, Taras the Traveller, about the wonders of the Hellens! Says Dizo, son of Zalmogedikos.
- Tell us about the women! Say Oroles, son of Zalmogedikos, and brother of Dizo.
- Ah, yes, the women…. Taras has a dumb look in his eyes and he dosen't says a word.
- I think that explains it all, ha ha! Says Dizo and all the court laughs.
- Have you tasted some of their women?say Scorilo, a warrior.
- Yes, I had, and they taste good!
- How about the wine, Taras? Asks Zalmogedikos himself.
- Oh my, Lord, the wine flows trough the Lands of the Hellens like the great Istor trough our lands, they have statues of their gods who reach the sky!
The eyes of the king started shining when he heard about the wine.
- Let us drink, my brothers, for now, our own wine and taste our own women! Let the wine flow trough the Getai throats!
The men cheered their king and shortly they started to dance and feast at their beloved kings expense! But the dancing and the games didn’t go for long because the palace door opened and a group of men came in. Many of them were hurt, covered with blood, and dirty of mud . One of the men, a tall thracian who wears a chain mail armor, his weapon can’t bee seen, steps forward and says to the king:
- My Lord, Seuthes attacked our village and they took all our women and kids away to Kallatis to be sold to the Hellens!
Zalmogedikos rises from his throne filled with anger.
- Those pigs! He shouts! That’s enough! To much that Skorillo and his dog Seuthes raided our northen borders! We own it to these men over her! We own it to our people! Dizo, prepare the army! We March tomorrow to Sarmizsegethusa!
- You don’t want to attack it, right?
- I just want to talk tot hat bastard!
- But father!
- Shut up, Dizo! I refuse to think I raised a coward! Tomorrow morning we march! The feast is over!


The March


Many getai warriors took up the arms and joined their kings army, but they were nearly enough. Zalmogedikos was pleased. He told Oroles to march to Kallatis and see if he can rescue the slaves and also, to collect the tribute, which the Greek colony should have payed a long time ago.
Crossing the Karpathians Zalmogedikos and Dizo advanced to Sarmizsegethusa to have a talk with Scorilo. They made camp in hostile territory but the army was confident. Suddenly a horseman was running towards them and shouting:
- Seuthes! Seuthes is coming! Seuthus is coming!
Quickly, Zalmogedikos organized his army and waited for the enemy. The scout told him that Seuthus's men were armed and eager to fight. Their will be no negotiation after all. The tow armies meet up on a hill. Zalmogedikos put his tow phalnks in front. Their task was to hold the ground. The komatai skrimishers, were on the flanks ready to fire deadly javelins at the enemy and surround them.
Zalmogedikos steps in front of his army and shouts:
- Surrender Seuthus and i shall let you and your men live!
- You will die in those lands you old lunatic! I shall make you regret every step you took on Skorillo’s Land!
After that an arrow flew and hitted a man from the first land in the chest.
- Bastards! he shouted.
- Hold your ground men!
The enemy advanced reckless toward Zalmogdeikos men. The phalnks had no problem holding them up and the komatai quickly surrounded the enemy. Zalmogedikos and Dizo with their tarabostes, flanked the enemy, quickly routing many of them. Southles was killed, and shortly his army started fleeing in terror. It was a clear victory for Zalmogedikos.


Later in the camp, where the soldiers were celebrating with wine, Zalmogedikos decided he will siege Sarmizsegethusa. Even Dizo agreed to it, and the soldiers were most excited . The march continues!

[Ghaust the Moor]

I like the way you tell your story. I will be following this.

[bobu]

Sorry for the lack of screenshoots. It seems my "Print Screen" button dose not work if you press it with the finger. Too bad I founded that too late. Next time i will use my fist, and their will be more screenshoots :D

[Cute Wolf]

Good start... keeping an eye for this

[Vasiliyi]

Nice job bobu. keep this going. Hey, if you really want to learn to do screenshots (with fraps) check out the link in my sig called "writing an aar-a guide" its got step by step directions of how to make screenshots.

[bobu]

The fall of Sarmiszgethusa

Zalmogedikos and his army marches to Sarmiszegethusa. The king has 60 years. He is eager to die as soon as posible. After all he deserves the peace and happines which Zalmoxis will grant him. But as far as he knows, he’s still alive, and as long as he can drink wine, he will drink wine, as long as he can kill, he will kill. Dizo, also awaits his father death. When he’ll be king, all the dacians will be united under one flag, and the world will tremble at the glory of their nation! But Dizo knows, that his bigger brother Oroles will be king, and not him, unless something happens to his dearest brother wich is marching with a smaller army to Kallatis.
Oroles and Taras, the diplomat have reached the greeks and thus, the shores of Pontus Euxin.
- You go, Taras and talk to them. Tell them about our army stationed closley to their walls. Tell them t ogive back the slaves and also the gold. I’ll be waiting here.
And so Taras eneters Kallatis alone. The greek colonie has florished along the years and it’s a strange mix of thracians, getai, greeeks and schitians. Filled with traders woch spend their days on the docks and in the market shouting: „Fiiiishh come get your fiiishhh! The best ther is!”; „Oranges, almonds, figs, from Greece! Juicy and fresh!” or „Wineee, the finest wiine in Thrace!”. Taras stooped near the wine trader. He was clearly a nomad. You could tell that by the smell and by the long mustache he was wearing.
- A nomad trader? HA! says Taras.
- But, good sir, I’m no smelly nomad! I’m a hellen!
- From where?
- From Chalkis!
- Ἡ φύσις οὐδὲν ποιεῖ ἅλματα!
The trader stared for 10 seconds at Taras, quickly starting to sweat.
- Well? Says Taras amused.
- Well you got me, but keep your mouth shut!
- My mouth usually is shut if I gave it wine.
- Aaa, I see. The trader started laughin’. Very well, my friend have a bottle and get out of my sight!
Taras drank his wine. It was truly a good wine! After that he walked to the king house. They have been expected him. The throne room was filled with gold, even this puny throne was looking better than Zalmogedikos.
- Taras, I’ve been expecting you! Say the Greek king of Kallatis. Please, have a sit at the table, we’ll talk later!
- I’m afraid my good Lord, that we don’t have time for this. You were supposed to pay us a tribute, sire. But we did not get any money. And also word has reached us that you bought slaves from Skorillo. Getai slaves. That si mostly unpleasant. We demand the slaves and the gold!
The king was filled with anger eh shouted at the diplomat that the slaves we’re his property which they bought honestly and he shall give no gold away, because it’s the payment of his own work and no smelly Getai shall have it. Taras was dragged out by the guards and beaten outside the walls.
Tara stalled Oroles how the negotiation worked. The whole army cheered, because now they have the chance to fight with those blasted Greeks. Oroles besieged the town. For the moment he decided to wait.

***

In the meantime, Zalmogedikos, besieged Zarmiszegethusa rulled by Skorillo. Skorillos army wasn’t bigger then his enemy, but they had elite archers. This thing did not scared Zalmogedikos and he starved Skorillo’s troops in the autumn. But he’s patience did not lasted trough all the winter so he ordered his troops, which in the meantime built tow rams, to assault the city.
The archers fired volleys of arrow over the palisade and made many casualties among Skorillos troop especially among the drapanai falxmen. One of the ram caught fire. But it didn’t take long and the gates we’re breached. The phalanks fought bravely at the entrance and successfully drove the komatai skirmishers away. The battle then moved on the streets and Zalmogedikos and Dizo with their tarabostes joined in. Dizo and the king fought bravely, killing every enemy in their path. Zalmogedikos to show Zalmoxis he si worthy of death and Dizo to show his father he is worthy as a king. From now on, the battle was easy and Sarmiszegethusa was occupied.
- Men, say Zalmogedikos, this was our victory. I am still alive, as you can see. Zalmoxis demands many brave deeds before he’ll grant you peace. But let’s raze the sorrow from our hearts with the blood of the Gods: with wine and let’s dance till the ground has holes in it and. Tell the bards to sing so beautiful that we will forget we’re alive and till we’ll forget our sorrow!
- Hail Zalmogedikos! Hail! Hail Hail! Shouted the few soldiers that survived.


New update coming soon. Thank you for your comments:D

[Hotseat_User]

Hey this is a good start, keep it up man, nice reading.

I'll be following.

[bobu]

The Battle of Kallatis




It’s a sunny day. The cool sea breeze is like the soft touch to the men faces. Oroles’s army is preparing to assault Kallatis.
- I have no wish to fight today, Patras . Says Oroles gasping.
Patras is the best friend Oroles has and also he’s almost the single man which Oroles trusts. They know each other for ten years. The met up in a tavern, they had a drinking contest, they fought each other that night and after that they became brothers in arms and in blood.
- And why do you fight? Says Patras scratching his neck.
- It’s always good to fight if you have the opportunity, because there’s always a chance of dying.
- I hear you Oroles. I Hope I die today!
- If you die, I shall drink and dance till I come after you.
- I shall do the same!
The soldiers taunted and brought the rams to the walls which they quickly destroyed. The hardest fight was at the entrance. The enemy’s line seamed unbeatable. It seamed that every time one of them died, another one took his place. The falxmen, furious and blood thirsty rushed at the hoplitai. Their falxes ate trough shield and men, cutting their opponents in half together with their armor and shields. The men were pushing each other, throwing fists or stones if they lost their weapons. The Getai have finally drove the enemy back and the battle was on the streets, there was blood spilled for every inch. Oroles and his bodyguards rushed inside the city. With a powerful charge they manage to broke the enemy. In the mist of blood, screams and dust Oroles saw Patras fighting with the enemy general. His friend was surrounded by horsemen. Oroles wanted to help him but then he stopped “He deserves to die, if Zalmoxis in his endless mercy wants to give him eternal peace and happiness…” Suddenly a spear pierced Patras neck killing him. Oroles rushed at the killer and he cut his neck. The enemy general was the one who died next, with Oroles sword in his back.
The fight was bloody. Oroles and a pack of men were the only ones standing on their feet. But a victory is still a victory. In that night, after the town was cleaned of corpses, the army drank army. Oroles drank five carboys of wine and danced in his friend memory. No men or women from Kallatis saw such a feast before. The wine did not killed Oroles, but instead it made him cry. Grabbing his hair and biting his tong Oroles was leaving a nightmare. He now, has no friends, only a wife and 2 kids. Oroles started crying harder.









Economic revival




The firm leadership of Zalmogedikos now includes three big settlements. Buridava, Kallatsi and Sarmiszegethusa, which was made the kingdom capital, having a better strategic position, surrounded by mountains it was hard for any enemy to reach. Zalmogedikos used Dizo’s brain to put the economy back on it’s feet. Dizo managed Burridava, and he successfully turned into a flourish city. În 270 BC Zalmogedikos died and his place was taken by Oroles. The Dacians celebrated with wine, music and games the dead of their beloved king. Men were jumping over fires, and if someone fell, the others will splash him with wine, laughing as the burning man was rolling on the ground. “Hail Oroles!” The men were shouting wishing the new king a short life filed with victories.
The next year, Dizo built a Deigma (market) in Buridava. He was very proud. Many tarabostes and even komatai were invited to the feast. They drunk for 3 days and many died because their veins were filled with wine, the blood of gods. Also Koson, the first born son of Oroles has just turned 16 and he’s ready to take the spear and the sword.




The Amber route





Non of the tarabostes knew why the king rounded them up there. Many were drunk and unwashed and some of them didn’t knew where they are. Oroles enters the room with Taras the Traveler. The tarabostes hailed Oroles and cheered Taras, which they haven’t saw in a long time. Oroles stretch his hand to the nobles and they all shut up.
- Tell us Taras, were have you been in the last years?
- I have visited the lands of the Germans. I have visited many tribes: Arazani, Wolkies, Arawskoi, Boii. But they all are savage and they looked at me as a threat I also had problems crossing the dark German forest. I had no fear of dying, because I’m a Getai, so I started walking alone trough the dark woods named Teutenberg. Like always I carried my trusty sword. At first I couldn’t understand a word those people were saying. Many bandits and also animals attacked me. I just got twenty scars. But I met the Sweboz, The only tribe I could negociate with. I got a trade agreement and they told me about the Amber Rout which is bigger than even a gold mine. On the way home, I followed the Istor and I saw many traders on this Amber Route.
- Imagine friends, says interrupting Oroles, If we could get our hands on it, we will be the most powerful and the richest of all the Thracians. Our empire will stretch as the eye can see!
- Enough, Oroles! Depyx rises You want to take this Amber route but do you have any army? Do not imagine that the Germans will just give it away. You are asking for a full scale war. Are you mad? How do you plan to support such a huge army?
- But this will bring us money and power! Duras rises. And don’t forget that those tribes are fighting against each other. We just need to conquer one after another and soon they all will fall!
- The first target could be Naissos. Bogas rises. Those bastard are harassing our southern borders for too long!
- Exactly! Says Oroles. We will take one town after another. Have no fear about the army. Men are eager to die! Is there a Getai, except Depyx who wants to live forever?
The tarabostes started laughing at Depyx who’s face turned red. Anger and shame were boiling in his heart.
- Then it’s settled: we will attack Naissos. I shall lead the army, when it’s ready, with my son Koson!


1. Battle of Naissos



Oroles started training some men to take down Nassios. In one year he had sufficient soldiers to put an end to the Triballi Thracians. He marched South of Istor, crossing the great river. Naissos was ruled by Daies a Thracian general. He refused to surrender and he organized the defenses of the town.
Oroles besieged Naissos in the spring of 266 BC.The most fearsome warriors the enemy had was the Thracian Romphaiaphoroi. Elite soldiers armed with deadly weapons which can cut trough human flesh and bones like a knife trough butter. Oroles assaults the city in the summer of 266. He is eager to fight and so is his son Koson.
- Cowards! They hide behind a wall! HA! Don’t they know that walls burn? Don’t they know that walls are like feathers for brave warriors? Men, those men don’t deserve to die, but we must do things that we don’t like. That’s the punishment of Zalmoxis. We must bear it till the end of our lives! But now, fight, fight like wolfs! Fight!
The soldiers breached the walls I three places. Some of them rushed trough the gates and they meet the Romphaiaphoroi. The elite infantry would make short work of the Getai but the komatai skirmishers threw javelins in the backs of the Romphaiaphoroi and they charged. It wasn’t long before the Thracian light cavalry flanked the Getai komatai. Seeing this, Oroles and Dizo decided that now is the time. The tarabostes charged and they made short work of the enemy. Diales, the enemy scum was killed. The fight moved on the streets. Again the Getai cavalry killed many enemies. The peltastai had no chance. The last of the enemy was another group of Romphaiaphoroi. The komatai driven them from the center. They were surrounded and quickly killed
Victory!!!

[the man with no name]

Dude, train sligers to kill rompharoi or whateveer you call it. Slingers rompharoi. Nice update.

[Vasiliyi]

Nice update. Man those Rhomophaiaphoroi are beasts on the battle field. Screenshots with them included are just too pretty.

[bobu]

Battle of Singidunum



A cold autumn wind blows in Oroles face as he coughs and then spits. He then sees that he spited blood. At first he thought it was wine. But he knew well the taste of wine and also the taste of blood. And it didn’t tasted like wine. The walls of Singidunum were trembling before his eyes. He will son see them fall before his battering rams. He coughs again and blood came out of his mouth a second time. He usually had no problem after his banquets.
“ Oh, I have my father’s sin” says Oroles as he ask for another jug of wine. Drus, you have young eyes. Tell me, are my men dying?
Drus a young bodyguard with a robust body and a sharp face full of scars hands Oroles the wine and answers:
“ Yes, sire.”
“ Good. But the enemy, Drus, the enemy is dying?”
“ The enemy is also dying, sire.”
“ Wrong, Drus! You may be tall and strong but you’re stupid as a chicken! The enemy is already dead!” Oroles draws his sword and points it to the sky yelling: “ Zalomxis is calling! Sons of wolfs, attack!”
Oroles spurs his horse and he advances slowly staggering like a drunk on his saddle. For a second eh regains full control of his body and reins in, his horse starts running and he enters the city trough the broken gates charging screaming “Death” at the nearest enemy infantry. Ksoson is quickly following his father, but a new feeling that he never experienced before grew larger and larger into his heart. A feeling only women and mothers know best: worry. Worry for his father. He saw him spiting blood that think was a bad sign. As Oroles’s army enters trough the broken gates a trail of blood, flesh and teeth was leading to a bridge in the wall where men were killing each other. In the mist of screams, dust and pain that just struck him, Oroles has no idea who is winning. He raise his hand and as soon as his hand goes down the Dacian cavalry charges at the enemy with their spears lean forward. The enemy was surprised. They didn’t expect s cavalry charge so soon. But there is no time for thinking when you have a spear in your neck. Those who survived started running to the center of the city. The Dacians quickly followed them, hitting everyone how turned their backs at them. But the battle was far from over. The nature of human is known for it’s stupidity that provides the courage to die in vain. This time Tauronos joined his brothers in arms fighting side by side with them hopping to keep the Dacian’s swords away from their necks. Oroles was still on his horse, tough he sometimes fell during the battle. He now is covered with blood, and now no one knows if he spited that blood or the enemy did. Oroles saw Tauronos and with a scream he approached him swirling the sword above his head and when he’s close enough, he tries for a blow but misses. How can that be? The mighty king never fails! And that is right: Tauronos takes the chance luck offered him and he thrust his sword in Oroles’s chest.

The last sound the Dacian king heard was the crack of his armor. The last thing Oroles saw was a red wave of wine sent from Zalmoxis to drunken the Earth so that no men or women could feel pain. His last words: he had no last words. He just smiled and when the sword was retrieving he spited blood for the last time.
“ The kings is dead!” shouted Koson. Oh the joy! He said as his eyes filled with tears and his heart with sorrow!
The army shouted “Hail Zalmoxis!” and the enemy was terrified by the lust for blood that has stricken their foes. Tauronos and his army retreated to the city plaza making their last stand. But he couldn’t escape his faith. He was hit by a shield and fell. The last thing Tauronos saw has a heavy falx splitting his chest in half.

It was a heroic victory! The Dacian soldier had no time to rest. The officers quickly ordered them to clean the city streets of the mess they have made. As Koson looked at his father, Drus the last man Oroles spoken to approached the prince and said to him:
“ He called me a dumb chicken… Koson rises his head and looks at the tall man with sympathy but also a little irritated by his insolence and lack of tact. Drus continues: “ I think his last words were “Sons of wolfs, attack!”. Koson dose not want to talk, but the Gods don’t grant wishes every day. Two more men approaches. One of them puts Oroles’s crown on Koson’s head:
“ All hail the new king Koson ruler of all the Dacians from Kallatis to Singidunum!”


Well that's the update. Also is there any point in putting those low graphic screens? My PC is week so I can't afford better graphics and I'm also poor so I can't afford a better PC

[Vasiliyi]

Hey, you should definatly keep the shots. Trust me, screenshots are what keeps your views up and it really helps the reader picture things. One thing i may add though is that you should disable the banners and the green arrow markers. The screenies would look way better. Anyways, nice work. I look forward to more.

[bobu]

Battle of Tylis



On a rough piece of papper this is what Brasos write:



My „dearest” king,



So, Koson, I hear that you are now my king, and by default, the best king there is. I have no idea how you managed to poison your father and to fool the council, but since you did, I might well answer to you. Her me good and pay attention, ”king”. I have 30 men with me and we all are hungry, thirsty, tired and we stink like shit, so you’d better send us some supplies and troops. And, yes I failed. Laugh all you want, cause I’m ashamed to be alive, but this si not the problem. I have retreated far north, but I’m still hungry and not even near our lands.
I know you are eager to hear about my defeat, so as my king, I have to satisfy your thirst for laugh. The ram was dragged to the gates. It was hard advancing trough snow, blast it! As always, the skirmishers pined the enemy hearts with javelins to their back bone.

I was sure I would obtain victory. My men were killing, at least I was sure. I am young and I still trust my eyes, although I was standing far away from the broken wall. So I approached. It was a shook to see my spearmen decimated, and running like cowards. At least the falxmen stayed and died like I should also have died.

The snow was red, men with their gust out we’re screaming and trying to run from the battle. I personally slew them to ease their pain and to fasten their way to Zalmoxis. I charged with my tarabostes and succeeded in driving the enemy in the center of their town. I saw the komatai and the spearmen behind me, but I couldn’t find the courageous falxmen. I did find them when I looked at the ground. Their bodies we’re enjoying the cool snow and their souls… well I have no idea about their souls. The fight got really intense at the center. Me and my men we’re killing every enemy that we could see. But soon our eyes filed with blood and fear started eating us like worms. I was looking for my horsemen but I realized I was alone. I was terrified and started running.

Unfortunately I had my horse so their arrows didn’t hit me nor their sword cut me! But the shame is big, and I don’t even have wine.
But mark my words, Koson, I shall kill those Thracian bastards, I swear it on my king and on my gods!


The scribe read the letter, and said to Koson that the assault on Tylis had failed and that Brasos congratulates the new king and drinks in the honor of the old one.

[bobu]

War has this effect on people



“ I don’t remember being such a hot day before. Do you?“ Cotys was lying half naked in the green grass. His belly was covered with flies but he didn’t mind. He continued looking at the blue sky. “ Why so silent?” he asked. Stra was standing up, looking worried. Seeing that his friend do not bother to respond, Cotys closed his eyes. “My dear old friend”, suddenly Stra spoke, and his voice was a little nervous. Not knowing what to say, Cotys started laughing. Laughing is a great way of escaping pathetic situation like the one seen before. The fear of saying something stupid is vanquished and the awkward moment passes, because from a laugh you can’t say that the person who you talked to, took your words as a compliment or he is just amused. Either way is good. And Stra started laughing too. Cotys was starting to feel strange. Since when did his friend become so sentimental? War has this effect on people: it makes you love life even more, and so you enjoy every aspect of it as you still can. But Cotys and Stra are not mere peasants who never wiled a weapon before. They survived the battle of Kallatis. They endured hunger, pain, the lack of wine, coldness. “Do you want to go back?” Cotys asked. “Do I have any other options?” Stra replied. “But do you WANT to go back?” Cotys insisted. Stra smiled and said a simple “Yes”. The two men started laughing and soon they we’re chasing themselves trough the field like children without a worry in the world.
War has this effect on people.



Koson will soon walk to the throne and sit on it for the rest of his life. On his head, the crown will rest. In his hand the sword will kill.. better! But now, Koson is in the middle of the crown, with a big jar of wine in his hands. He was yelling and dancing on the table. The music was loud and the new king was kissing every women that was unlucky to be on his way, till he finally found his wife which struck him over the face. The men started laughing, but Koson wasn’t upset at all. He embraced his wife and gave her a gross kiss, rich in spit. But suddenly, Koson sees Brasos staying far from the big crowd, laughing at the king. “Brasos! Where is Tylis and the lands of the Odrysai?” asks Koson and all the people start laughing. “I have lost it on the way, sire!” says Brasos joyful raising his jar up, but inside he was burning, a urge to kill Koson started to bloom in him. The king didn’t stopped “ When you were running away!” the king was lying laughing on the table. Brasos drags his sword out and the noise of the steel rubbing against the belt covered the other noises, and all the guests stood still looking at the two opponents. “What is this, Brasos? Do you want to fight me?” Koson gets up on his foot, draws his sword, he was staggering a little and being to drunk, he fainted. Brasos turned his back to the crowd and said loud: “I piss on your king!” and he left.
The guards and the priest putted the unconsciousness body of Koson on the throne. When Koson woke up, he found a crown on his head and a throne under his ass. He quickly grabbed another jar of wine and raising it said: “Hail me!” The crowd responded “Hail, you!” and the fresh king jumped from his throne into the dance ring, again kissing women, drinking wine, and dancing till he fainted again, and this time, he didn’t woke up till next morning.

[bobu]

New directions and new enemies




After the coronation of the new king, the Getai council met again to discuss or better say to quarrel and insult each other, like all the politicians do. Koson is sitting comfortably on the throne, but he has a serious headache. The council is full of nobles and there are some Greek merchants who business may depend on the decisions this council will take. All the royal family is present, including Brasos. The one that shines the most is Dizo, son of great Zalmogedikos, brother of the great Oroles, uncle of the great Koson, father of the most irritated Brasos. The council now starts.
Taras rises and after he bows in front of Koson he sais:
“ Hail Koson, and good day to all. I first congratulate Brasos, for his conquering of Tylis. You made up for the defeat. Not many men can make up for their mistakes in the past.”

Brasos rises and bows.:
“Thank you good Taras!”
Taras continues:
“ And I come to question the council: what shall be the fate of Getia? War or peace?”
“We all know that we have an itch down there for war, Taras!” say Koson with his thick voice. The council agree and they decide that war is the way. But where? Should the Dacian army continue his conquest of the Amber route? Or as Brasos and other tarabostes says: in Pontus lies the riches and in Greece. Koson wanted to continue his father’s dream but some of the tarabostes opposed him mainly Brasos and Depyx.
“Don’t you see you fools? My father was right! The amber rout brought us gold and riches! It is easy to fight small tribes than a huge forces of the Helens!” says Koson angry as his headache intensifies. Depyx opposed:
“ My lord, think at the distance our force will have to travel, think at the land we will have to control. It is time consuming and dangerous to send armies in the dark forest of Germany and to reach a sea that we never heard about. It is easy and more profitable to take control of our own sea that is close to us and attack the Greeks who’s cities are full of gold!”
Some tarabostes were agreeing with Depyx, some were supporting Koson’s plan. Dizo hasn’t said a word and all the eyes were focused on his mouth, when it will open their ears will be focused on the sounds that will escape. Dizo didn’t said much:
“ Brasos, you continue to conquer till you take Byzantion, then stop. Koson, since you are the king, take an army to Ak-Ink if you succed I’m sure you’ll conquer the admiration of the council.”
“ Conquering Byzantion will mean war with Arche Seleukeia.” Says Taras.
“ And? Those Greeks will not know what falx hit them” says Brasos confident. “I am not agreeing to Dizo’s plan, but since I have no choice I shall conform at conquer Byzantion!”
“ But remember, Brasos, that I need men for my own campaign, so don’t screw up like always!” said the king.
“ You should worry about your own men, my king, and protect your ass, some of those barbarians fight naked!” Brasos responded.
Koson and Brasos rises in the same time and dragging their sword they were looking at each others blade: the two swords were shining.
“ They want blood”, says Koson.
“ Come and fed yours!” Brasos shouted and his face was red, his heart banging to his chest he waited for the attack. Dizo was a little amused and with calm and anger stopped the fight:
“ So young, and yet so bloodthirsty! He started laughin but his face quickly turned red and he shouted: “Enough with this.. this mockery of our council!” and dragging his sword Dizo hit with the wide side of the blade one time, two times, three times Brasos face till his son fell on the ground. Then with an agility unusual for his age Dizo turned towards Koson, which made a couple of steps back and shouted at the approaching threat warning him with the sword:
“ Stop! I am the king! You can’t hit the…”
“ You little prick! I know you since you were a little hand of meat and soul! This is how you treat me? This is your respect? At this I have been reduced? You little bastard! I shall kill you!” And Dizo attacked the king, but Koson was abele to parry the blow. When the blades touched for the first time, the guards and the other tarabosted rushed at the two belligerents. Taras staid away from the fight. He was having a grim look and said nothing.

[bobu]

What do you think of it so far?

[the man with no name]

Good job mate. Nice balance of screenies and text. I really like the way you described that little fight between Koson, Dizo and Brasos. Don't type so far into the page though.

[Mykingdomforanos]

Very good, great screenies too, next instalment?

[the man with no name]

Very good, great screenies too, next instalment?

Dude this AAR is dead