War of the Heavens 1st Lunar War

[Marshal Murat]

(This is a series about the War of the Heavens mod by King of Atlantis. I asked and he said that I could. Most of this is made up, and not really that sticking to the storyline if there is one at all:)

Before time, the two gods Luna and Solis were happy friends. They lived in the time before time peacefully. Until one day, Solis grew tired of Luna and created Earth. Building all that is good and beautiful, he made it everlasting daytime. Luna grew jealous of Solis joy. Wanting to take control, he made a deal with Solis. Build a devout animal. Building man, Solis grew stronger and content. Plying his powers, Luna seeded the Earth with his teachings. Slowly he grew in power.
One day, he grew so strong that he turned half of Earth to darkness. Suprised, Solis bargained with Luna, to spin the earth around, to give half a day of light, and half a day of darkness.
Man progressed to high stature, and progressed in size and domestication of animals. However, Luna brought his evil powers to strength, bringing about special spirits called Lunar Ghost. During the night, they find men, and inhabit them. Giving them special powers, the Lunar Men told of Luna's great power.
In a couple of years, two cults, the Moon Cult, and the Sun Cult came to be. Each prayed to the seperate gods. Soon, they came into conflict, the Sun Cult raising Guardians of the Sun to defend themselves, the Moon cult raising Guardians of Darkness.

By the year 180, the two came to arms. Leading the Guardians of the Darkness, Hannibus of Carthage. Leading the Guardians of the Sun, Flavius Galbortix. Marching to the great city of Nova Carthage, both armies hope to take the city.





Hannibus knelt in the center of the field, dressed in a black toga. Pale white from years of living only in darkness, his eye gave off a eerie red glow of a half Lunar breed. Black hair, greasy and slick covered his head, his body of muscular nature. Emplaced in his left eye socket, a round red orb to replace his lost eye.
Standing nearby in the darkness of the trees, Lunar Ghosts stood watching, with empty eyes. Completely invisible to all, they were armored in only a helmet of black iron, black greaves and arm guards. Kneeling, they watched for any movement in the dark forest surrounding the clearing. Holding a large shield, they had discarded their pikes for falcata. Keeping guard, they watched their ruler on Earth.
"Halo Luna, god of all on Earth, help me defeat those of the devilish Sun God, Solis. Give me strength to march against these infidels in this great war of conquest. Guide me Luna, to greatness in your name" Hannibus bent his head to his hands in prayer. Humming in unison, his guards join in the prayer. Marching through the trees, a Lunar Ghost, visible by the trail he left, walked up to Hannibus. Suddenly beaming, a spotlight of moonshine illuminated the Lunar Ghost.
"Hannibus, my loyal son, my Earthen leader, an arrow of flame will be shot, a ray of hope illuminated, Barbari Germani your cult social wrought, the flame eliminated" the ghost howled in a eerie, creaky, and high pitched voice.

Standing, Hannibus sighed. Luna never revealed his thoughts, always in riddles. Walking away, he weaved through the woods. All around him, Lunar Ghost guardians marched, defending the guardian of the Lunar Light, the Ruler of Luna on Earth.
Walking towards him, a Dark Brotherhood Companion leader, Timothy of Alexandros. Tall for a Moon Cult believer, he was just as pale, with dark red eyes. Scruffy black hair twisted above his head. Dressed in a knee length black tunic, his pale white legs extended to black sandals. Covering his torso, a black leather breastplate. Armed with a long sword, he bowed to a knee as he came within two feet of Hannibus.

"My lord, our slaves report that a Sun Army has placed itself outside of Gabes, blocking the port from our men" he spoke first, lifting his head.
"Have they many in number?"
"Numerous my lord."
"Assemble the men, and let them rest for tomorrows fight. Then we march with our slaves ahead of the Guardians, and your Brotherhood on the flanks. Disciples will march behind the Guardians, and the Lunar Ghost forming the reserve"
"Yes my lord" Timothy stood and ran back to camp. Camp was still a ways away, but Timothy was a strong man. Very strong.


Flavius placed the small counter on the port of Gabes, signifying Arminus and his Sun Army. He had offered to gather the Guardians at Gabes, to stall Hannibus. Stalling was the name of the game. Flavius could only stall. His army was only a Sun elite phalanx, a couple of Guardian of the Sun phalanx of men, two Sun Rider turmae, and some Sun Swordsmen. He had sent a commander to Incentia to gather the Guardians to his standard and march to Nova Carthago.
Already all of the Sun Cult nation had been called to arms. From Roma to Alesia, Corinth to Narbo Martius. All were up in arms to attack the Moon Cult.

Walking out the tent, the sun baked the surrounding land of Hispania. Tanned to a light brown his muscled skin glistened with a layer of Sun Oil. Sun Oil was a special mixture of olive oil, water, and salt. The mixture was devised for those who served the Sun, a coolant better than sweat.
Average height for a Sun Cultist, his blond hair was cropped short. Dressed in a tunic of white, a red pleated kilt, and a short sword, his blue eyes scanned the long lines of hoplites marching to Nova Carthago. Like gods, they shined with pride, and the blessing of Solis. Painted on their shields, the symbol of Solis, a red circle surrounded by triangles of red. Gold horsehair, gold corinthian helmet, gold armor, they were Guardians of the Sun, armor given by the Sun god himself.

Stepping to the side, a large pavilion of silk, lined with gold was filled with the Sun Cult priests, generals, and the usual amount of job seekers. Mostly nobles who wanted to see war, young, to young to join the army.
Entering the tent, he walked past the large maps of the world, and maps of Gades, Nova Carthago, and numerous other places in Hispania. Small markers for armies, navies, and signifigant others.
Sun Cult priest were looking among the Sun scrolls, hoping to find some divine indication of the outcome of the war. Lastly, the nobles. Running at him, the first, a tanned man with brown hair and a tattoo along his right arm.
"Solis bless you, bless you Flavius, let me prove my worth!"
"Who are you?
"Marcus Titus, son of Timaeus Titus..." Flavius waved his hand.
"What fighting have you done?"
"None, Flavius, but..."
"If you have no experiance, then leave, now" Flavius pointed out the flaps. Only a couple turned to leave. The rest stood their ground.
"Idomius, take them out" Flavius spoke up as the large group stayed in their place.
A giant of a man walked over. Armed with two swords, he rubbed together his hands. Following him, a small group of Sun Cult Belgae. Armed with clubs, they grimace as they look at the nobles.
"Move, or suffer" Flavius spoke to the nobles. Knowing they were beat, sulking out of the tent, some dejected, others defiant.
"Will they learn Idomius?"
"Never, Flavius"
"What to do?"
"Send them to Gabes, maybe a little war will give them fear" Idomius suggested. Nodding, Flavius turned outside. Tomorrow, they would leave for Gabes. The nobles would learn the meaning of war...

[King of Atlantis]

Very nice job!

[Marshal Murat]

The sun was now a red dot in the sky above the sea. Sea air, a morning breeze of good quality, and refreshing to the Guardians of the Night. By five in the morning, they had marched to Gabes. Positioned on the straights, it was crucial to get the Moon Army across to Nova Carthago.
Hannibus shifted on the saddle, tired of the wait. Ahead, the Sun Army had arranged itself with some light infantry ahead of the Guardians, with some Barbari infantry to the flanks. Sun riders stood to the sides, fully armored for battle.
"Hannibus, the Slaves are ready to move. Accurus has prepared the Lunar Ghost, and the Brotherhood has taken its drink" Timothy spoke up, seated on the dark black charger.
"Thank you Timothy, go to the right flank. Have them grab the Sun Rider lances, and stab for armor gaps" Hannibus spoke, still looking at the Sun Army.
"Begin the assault" Hannibus yelled, the cornicen, armed with massive twisted horns curled around their arms. Blowing A long note, they stopped, then another long note.
Roaring, the men of the Moon Army advanced forward, the Slaves growling with a primeval need for blood, the Guardians advancing with a greater sense of duty. Waving in the morning sun, the flags of the Lunar Empire, a picture of their founder, Luna on a black background.

"General Arminus, the enemy are advancing" a commander spoke up as he watched the black and pale mass moving forward.
"Advance a little further, then stop, and wait" Arminus stood resolutely, knowing what the outcome would be. He was ready to die for his God, his duty fufilled.

Arrows flicked in the sky above, like hundreds of birds in flight. Disciples fell in groups, their felt hats covered their eyes from the sun. Mostly it was the Slaves. Dropping a few, the Slaves contained to bay.
"Send in the Slaves" Hannibus waved his hand forward. Running at the enemy, they swung their swords and axes around in different fashions. Fleeing from the sudden charge, the Arrow Disciples of the Moon switched their aim upward. Dropping among the Guardians of the Sun, the arrows killed a couple of hoplites.
"Send in the Guardians" Hannibus waved his hand again, the phalanx marching in coordinated steps, banners fluttering. Moving in one black line, they marched to support the Slaves. Now engaged with the Guardians of the Sun, and their Barbari allies, the Slaves fought vigourously.

"Arminus, they have sent forward their phalanx" his infantry commander spoke up, gathering his wits as he watched the devilish advance. It was like the dead had risen again, for the enemy host was as pale as death. He knew the stories, of the Moon sending down death from above, or sending in Lunar Assassins. He was beyond scared.
Thundering with sound, Sun Riders spurred their mounts ahead, gathering speed to attack the Guardian flanks. Timothy knew what would happen as his men hit. Slaughter. Spurring his horse, the charger galloped faster than the other Brotherhood riders. Fifty yards. Today, victory would be achieved, the enemy crushed. Fourty yards. The Sun Riders would be killed, for they were still fifty yards away from the flank. Thirty yards. The enemy would only see riders. Twenty yards. Timothy knew that victory was his, being inhabited by a Lunar Ghost, it provided twice the power, twice the speed, invisibility, and power. Timothy knew that. Ten yards.
"Level spears, today we fight for Luna!" the Brotherhood leveled their spears, and finally the crash.
The Sun riders were taken to the ground. Some simply tipped over, others were stabbed. The riders were suprised to say the least. Turning to fight, they could only see horses. Lunar Ghost.
Soon, only a couple of Sun Riders survived. Turning the mounts, they rode to the flanks for a repeat manouver.
Hannibus watched the black chargers cover the ground, only horses and armor, spears and the empty bodies of Lunar Ghost. Knicking his mount, he rode to the battle, surrounded by Lunar Ghost in armor. He would soon see battle again.

Arminus couldn't contain himself. His Sun Guardians were failing, his Sun Riders broken, and his Barbari losing men. Now in the thick of fighting, he swung his sword about, killing a Darkness Guardian. Already, the battle had been lost. Swinging again, he struck another Guardian, decapitating him. Suddenly bursting forth, a rider, surrounded by a emptyness. In his left eye a red orb. Hannibus.
Yelling aloud, he charged forward. Swinging his sword, he struck something. A large shield.
Lunar Ghosts.
Swinging again, he struck hard, and pushing on, attacked Hannibus.

Pulling his sword, Hannibus turned his horse to provide his sword hand to combat. Parrying for a few blows, a Lunar Ghost thrust a sword into him.
"Solis has left you, foolish Sun Cultist!"
"Solis has never left me"
Spitting on the corpse, Hannibus rode over it. He had to win this battle. Already his Lunar Ghost had been commited to battle. They were nigh invincible.


Hannibus watched the strange ritual. It was a Lunar Ghost leaving a body. Timothy. His Brotherhood had taken on Lunar Ghost from the bodyguard phalanx. He had achieved victory, with minimal loss. Already, hundreds of Gabes had been made Cultist, by a Lunar Ghost inhabitation.
Suddenly bursting to light, Timothy turned into a black block. Shuddering, he shook and jerked. Stopping, he fell to the ground. Rising out of the body, a Lunar Ghost.
"Check him" Hannibus turned away, to rest.


Flavius couldn't have been happier. God Solis had blessed him. Already, it had shown among numerous priest. A suddenly ability to draw flame. No one knew how it had started. One day, a priest was sitting in front of a fire, and waved his hand, and voom, a pillar of flame shot out of the fire, striking the stone wall.
Now, before him, three crosses. Each was restrained by Sun binders, iron and gold melted together, to form a dark gold color. Each was screeching to Luna. Each was a Lunar Ghost. They were invisible, but a minutely dousing of water revealed them. Two priest were moving their hands slowly, training their power inside a nearby tent.
One stepped out of the tent, appearing behind him a page with a brazier. Moving a hand over the flame, he swung his arm and hand around to the crosses and flicked his hand. A pillar of flame burst forth, lighting in speed, striking one of the bodies. Screeching louder, the figure burned quickly. As soon as flame touched the skin, it turned to a human figure, now burnt away. Doing this again, the other figure was to killed. The second priest killed the last.
Flavius now knew. It was spoken of in temples, that Lunar Ghost could be killed by direct flame. Now it had been proven. Now he had a weapon against the invincible Ghosts.