The Exodus to Ireland, a Lusotannan AAR

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Chapter 2: The Battle of Feasting Crows

(Sorry about the stretched screen guys, I hadn't decided to resize them to 600x800 until this chapter and they wont revert to the new size on my first chapter, plus one on this chapter is stuck in between big and small for some reason and I cant change it, ill try to fix it better next time.)

Once again you are all here to listen to the history of our exodus, and how we became the masters of this land.

In 252 BC during the fall months we had heard news of a massive village called Emain-Macha, Long ago stories tell of how our forefathers had settled in Ireland, and these were the most akin to us on the island, They had a huge temple complex built in this area.


This temple was remarkable, It was filled with blacksmiths who crafted jewelry and weapons for the surrounding area, and many people flock to this area to buy and sell things, as well as worship God's. We had captured this temple and the surrounding villages, and secured their loyalty before marching upon Emain-Macha.

Finally we moved upon the village defended once again by a small wooden palisade. Throughout the following months until the spring of 251 BCE we had attempted to starve them out, and during that spring they sallied, these men were far less fierce then the Belgae from Ivernis, yet these men were far more numerous and our army was much weakened from the siege and previous battle with one of their field armies.



their forces numbered almost twice as many as ours, and their commander was a fierce warrior and a sharp tactician, we knew this battle was not going to be easy.

and so, we arrayed ourselves in two lines, the Milities formed the first rank,

and behind them the Scortamareva



along with what was left of our Gestikapoinann,



and behind and to the right of them our Cavalry arrayed in their fierce masks and Falcata's.



and to the Cavalries right the few surviving Caetranann.



and so we waited for the enemy to amass outside their wooden walls and assault our battle line, yet we had a suprise for them yet, as they approached they saw only our Milities, because we had ordered our scortamareva's to hide in the tall grass.



As the battle lines clashed, the longest and hardest battle yet fought by our people took place, The Battle of Feasting Crows at the beginning, the upper hand was obviously ours, but as time went onward our milites slowly began to step backwards under the pressure and were beginning to mingle into the second reserve line.



The battle continued, and we looked around at our men, and saw the fear of defeat in their eyes, the enemy was simply too many, we thrusted our spears into one and three took his place, and some of their men were fierce warriors armored like us, the Cwymr.



These men bit deep holes into our battle lines and routed our milities, and slowly ate at our Scortamareva's, luckily their less armored bretheren called Lugoae's fled, and we could focus more on these heavily armored men.

-Lugoae's


After the first of their men fled before us, we began to see the spark of victory grow into a fire. Their men were disheartened, and the only one's who stood firm were the Cwymr.



Although a large group of Lugoae's fled, they still had many more, and they were beginning to surround our flanks, so our general did a courageous thing, and charged his cavalry into the flank of the enemy trying to envelope our right flank, and routed them back towards their city.



Though, while he did this he failed to notice that our left flank was completely surrounded, and were quickly being cut to pieces and losing hope.



Suddenly, our left flank gave way! the milities gaurding it fled like cowards! leaving our Scortamareva's open to attack, although they are stout men heavily armored, a determined attacker can kill them, and they were not an asset to be easily sacrificed.



Somehow, our general had managed to rout the Cwymr's on our right flank and freed some of our Scortamareva's, and they were able to engage the enemy enveloping our left flank.



Our general had once again showed his bravery and charged headlong into the enemies flank, causing an utter panic that quickly spread throughout the enemy warband, and they fled before his might, they cared not for anything but their own lives at this point, trampling over fallen comrades and running straight into our spear points without even realizing what was going on.



and so we slaughtered them to the last man.



Afterwards, the few that had escaped into the city attempted to organize a second attack, but they fled before they reached our battle lines, due to the effect of moving our line back about 200 paces, so that they had to walk over their fallen comrade's dead and disfigured bodies to reach us. The bodies were being feasted upon by the crows, and they flocked to the battlefield in the hundreds, which is why to this day it is called The Battle of Feasting Crows.



The battle was won, but with a large sacrifice, we lost at least half our manpower during that battle, although they lost much, much more.



and so, in the summer of that year after we had rested, and gathered our dead and had committed the proper burial rites, we built a ram, and prepared for the final assault upon the village.



Our approach was unanswered, they threw no javelins over the walls, I think they were tired, and ready to submit to our control, yet a few urged on their fight, and these few we had to kill in order to gain control. Among those is their general, Hama was his name, he was a stout man, and he rode a chariot, as did the rest of his bodyguard, their chariots were fearsome, large, and powered by two horses, nobody wanted to be in their way when they came charging.

After we had battered down their gates, our strongest Scortamareva's charged in, and Hama and his bodygaurd charged directly at them, determined to deny them access to the settlement. Alas, his attempts failed, he was slain, along with all but two of his bodyguard who fled back to the town center. The horses were stacked, dead upon one another, unintentionally creating a barrier for any more troops that were to enter through the gate, so the rest of our army was delayed in the coming, and our Scortamareva's had to cope on their own, but they did a fine job, and slaughtered any resistance.



After they reached the town square the battle was won, all the enemy laid slain inside the walls, and our troops were free to enter the town without resistance, the population was scared at first, thinking we were an unknown band of warriors from an unknown tribe from within the island, little did they know we were their kin of old, and soon they began to accept our rule, Infact many flocked to Ivernis, and it grew to large size, and we started a construction process to better order the city and to increase its size.







Thus was our general crowned king of the Godilis, king of Iberia in Ireland, and even back in Iberia, a rumor was heard of our doings.



We were victorious, and finally all of Ireland was under our control, now we could focus on larger ambitions, now that we had a firm power base in the British Isles.


The world as of 251 BCE - Spring