Cebron
Nomadic Trooper
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OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cebron on Jan 19, 2016 16:33:06 GMT -6
The campfires of the Long Company burned the last of their coals as the sky turned from black to gray. The sun's rise did not bring joy to the men as they went about breaking down the camp, not one man in the massive band had a smile on his lips or a jibe on his tongue. War was grim business, always had been and always would be, but they weren't fighting soldiers. They were fighting people. They'd not come across any actual army, they'd met groups as small as families to as large as war bands from the Djute. By now, if they overcame a family, more often than not the family would throw themselves in front of the bishop and beg to be saved. Warbands would attempt to flee for as long as they could, some had even gotten away, but most would turn and fight. Most of them would burn with any civilians they brought with them. The Etrurian soldiers mostly seemed to view it as necessary. The mercenaries knew it was, but it didn't make it easier.
Cebron poured red wine from a green bottle, into a small bowl, and then pushed it over to the Etrurian Knight Captain known as Alphonse Rinaldi. He poured himself a second bowl, and both lifted them and dashed them together. Cebron hurriedly brought the bowl to his lips, and guzzled most of the bitter red down, while Alphonse took a drink slightly larger than a sip, but had far more left in his bowl than Cebron when both bowls hit the table. "Dirty business this." The man said it without any irony, a product of the nobility in his blood. "Aye." The young Captain looked at Cebron with incredibly tired eyes. He was handsome, the very image of the knight Cebron would never be. He had a curved nose, hawk-like blue eyes, olive colored skins and dark blonde hair that reached down to his shoulders. He spoke like a poet most times he opened his mouth, and carried himself with more pride than the lime haired Lycian had ever seen rest on one man's shoulders. He was a good man with far too kind a heart to be in the war he was currently fighting, who spoke his mind and didn't believe the. Cebron liked him immensely.
"Truth be told Cebron, I was not expecting that my sword would sing as noble as the tongue of a bard, but the filth and the stench and the sin that follows the dogs of war was a shock to mine eyes." Cebron nodded, "That's what most first campaigns do for you, make ya re-think ev'rytime you picked up a stick and swung it as a boy." The Etrurian gentleman took a sip of his wine then, and continued, "I've not heard the ballad which sings of the cries of dying men. The ballad that sings of the waste left behind when a man's blood is spilled. Life given by Elimine is so freely taken in her name, and it makes me wonder if we are doing the right sort of work under these darkening skies." Cebron could have smiled had the day but been a little prettier.
Alphonse had shown his wide heart as soon as he'd arrived along with all the other Etrurian Knights. After a quick skirmish with the Murol ended with fifty or so prisoners, many of them children, Girolamo had ordered them burned without even a chance to convert. They had struck down the envoy he had sent to them only days before the battle, and the Bishop was furious. He said that they'd killed a child of Elimine in cold blood, and had thus refused her on Earth too harshly to even imagine her heaven. Alphonse was technically third in command of all the Knights assembled. Above him was Naldo, High Commander of the Prophet's Inquisition Wing who'd brought along his elite unit of Knights, the Prophet's 3rd Cavalry Brigade. Directly under Naldo was Cosimo, High Officer and leader of the Prophet's 12th Heavy Cavalry Brigade. Cosimo was technically under Naldo, who was technically under Cebron. However, it was Cosimo's duty to provide protection for Girolamo and other members of the cloth who'd come to join in the conversion of the Sacaens. Then came Alphonse, Lieutenant, and leader of The Prophet's 54th Cavalry Brigade. Despite his relatively low rank, Alphonse had made it quite clear to his superiors, including Girolamo that he di not approve of the burning of children. After being told that he should know his place by Naldo, he was the only soldier to turn away from the fire. The mercenaries had long since stopped sticking around to watch their conscience burn up with the lives of the plainsfolk, and the Etrurian soldiers feared retribution, but Cebron could see as the young Captain turned away that it was too much to hear the screams of the Sacaens, the sight would have broken him.
"The heathens should be shown Elimine's compassion, not her fury. If I was raised to believe in something else, I do not know if I'd be willing to cast it all aside for a faith I knew nothing of. Do you understand what I say?" Cebron nodded and finished his wine, "Aye. Just don't mention your thoughts on this to the preacher or his apes." Alphonse actually grinned at that, and threw back the rest of his wine. Standing up like a man at attention, he took his silver helmet which shone like it'd never been worn and tucked it under his arm. "I always appreciate our chats Cebron." Then he smartly turned and strolled away.
Cebron rose as well, though unlike Alphonse he had none of his armor on, and none to collect from the tabletop. He knew he'd not wear it today, for the ride would end in another camp, not a battle. He had Alphonse to thank for that. Most of the smaller tribes were scattered and running, or had solemnly joined up with the army which now set fire to the plains under the feet of their distant cousins. Their true fight was now beginning, they'd have to fight the Djute, in true Djute territory. However, no time soon; the Djute were in shambles, and that was because of Alphonse Scipio Paindrahg Waldemar Rinaldi. In a raid on the Inquisition camp, led by the young Khan of the Djute, Alphonse had come to the rescue of the part of camp that was under attack. With his Knights behind him, he cut the Sacaen's off with the Khan and several of his Bloodriders surrounded in the camp. He personally cut down the Khan and one of the riders as his men finished the rest. That had been three days ago, and Cebron guessed a tribe the Djute's size would only just be deciding on a new Khan. So, there was time to ride out of heavy plate, and that time was now.
As he walked through the camp, he considered the other threat. The "Unification." They'd received word of it some weeks past and Naldo had written it off, saying that they'd take too long to mobilize and be caught between the Inquisition and the Pirates. Cebron was not so sure. Reports from eyes in Bulgar mentioned the Crimson Demon, and if he was with the Sacaens, Cebron could only wish the Unification would head West. As he reached his horses, packed and ready to go, he saw that most of the camp had finished preparations. He swung into the saddle of Starry Morning, and rode off to find Eckhart.
Eiji strung the bow of red that had passed between Djute Khans for generations. It had been broken many times, but mended everyone by a new hand, just like the Djute. Eiji had no trouble stringing the bow, his broad shoulders were more than powerful enough for the small recurve bow. He took one of the arrows from a quiver held by his sister, his first bloodrider, and dipped it into the pot of fire in front of him. With the eyes of all save a handful of sentries upon him, Eiji nocked the now flaming arrow and took aim. This would be the most important shot of his whole life. If he missed, his cousin Noyon would contest his claim, and Eiji knew she would not concede lightly.
Breathing deeply, Eiji pulled the string as far back as he dared, then loosed. The burning arrow sprang forth, and pierced his father's effigy fifty paces away. The small grass and wire sculpture burst into flame and the Djute cheers rang out across the plain. Eiji smiled as he lowered the bow. There was a new Khan in the camp of the Djute.
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Post by Duma on Feb 2, 2016 10:58:32 GMT -6
OOC- I’m sorry this took so long. And it's not even good DX
It had been days since the Grand Meeting between the tribes. Duma was accompanying the Qazvin, they along with several other tribes made up a bulk force in order to support the Djute in the east. Together the tribes rode through the plains, some singing war songs, others in silence. They had seen the destruction of Eturian forces across the plains. Bodies of the dead. Destroyed villages. Burned Ger’s. Bodies upon pikes left to rot in the hot sun. While this did not particularly phase Duma as he was familiar with Eturian tactics, it did disturb the others. Those who were faint of heart felt sick. Others swore by the dead and would not let their deaths go unpunished. Some wished to give the dead a proper funeral but were unable to due to the need to press forward.
As they rode survivors would approach them, some would join them, others would talk about them to their tribes. This concerned Duma. By now the swordsman was certain Eturia had heard of the grand meeting. The prophet had eyes and ears everywhere. Torture tactics to make even the most loyal of Saceans talk. Tactics that they would use against their own citizens at even the smallest inkling of heresy. It had been years since the swordsman last stepped foot on Eturian soil.
His memories of the place where all he had. His memories were that of a child growing up to a life devoted to a guild. Not one within the inquisition or the prophet’s holy army. And yet the Qazvin were looking up to him as some sort of Anti-Eturian unit. Despite the fact he had told them many times that he was not what they thought him to be. Duma liked it better when he was known as the man who fought giant spiders. Or more recently, as the one who befriended an orange giant, a man with a silver tongue, and a blue haired hero. For now, all he could teach the nomads was his knowledge of tactics and swordplay. He hoped that it would be enough to keep them alive.
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Gael
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Affiliation: Greikah Tribe
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Post by Gael on Mar 1, 2016 14:35:41 GMT -6
In the history of the Greikah Tribe there had never been such internal conflict and tension as this since the decision to take in the Yulhani and Uhnan tribes. It seemed like this was a similar scenario as then, at least when one considers what they were basically arguing about. You had the one side arguing for the tribe to take action while the other wished to remain traditional and more importantly, remain hidden and isolated from the rest of the world. It was unsure of the Greikah Tribe would ever not have this argument or at least come to an agreement universally when it came to any sort of movement outside of their territory.
The Greikah were no for their seclusion, at times it seemed ridiculous how strongly they had held this ideal. The world could be coming to an end and all it needed to be save was for the Greikah to reveal themselves and there would be years of argument about it. Things have changed quite a lot for the tribe but you can’t expect a way of thinking to completely disappear in only a few generations. However it seemed that tradition had not won this time and the Greikah would be making a bold move.
It was clear to everyone that things in Sacae were not as they once were. Tension was high and war had come to their doorstep. While most tribes had already came together and began to make their moves the Greikah weighed where they would be in all of this. Did they continue to keep to themselves and remain hidden from the rest of the world or join their Sacaen brothers and sisters in the fight to protect their homeland? It seemed like a clear answer but one would be surprised when it came to the Greikahs.
Aldair was a strong advocate for mobilizing the Greikah Tribe and meeting with the other tribes. Unfortunately for him he was met with a strong opposition, believing it was best for the tribe to remain isolated and to themselves the entire time. Even Ceara had some hesitation toward getting involved and was on the fence about it for quite some time. It was strange to see the Tribe this divided about an issue before. Watching all of it happen was a strange experience and most of the time the young archer kept to himself. Both sides had their points that Gael could agree with so he stayed out of the argument.
Eventually Aldair's passion had swayed the tribe and they would join the other tribes. They would ride out to join their brothers and sisters and help the repeal the forces that would try and harm their homeland. Before their warriors would move in force Aldair and a small band would go and meet with some of the other tribes and see the status of Sacae. While they were gone the Greikah prepared for battle. It was the first time Gael had seen the Greikah get ready for a war, it was much different than anytime they would prepare for a mission.
There was a lot of back and forth as to whether or not to allow Gael to join and ride along with the army. Many were opposed to it, not wanting to put a son of the chieftains in such a dangerous position. What was a major factor as to the decision on the matter was due to the fact that out of a majority of the tribe Gael had more experience outside of the tribe and more importantly outside of Sacae. Bringing him along was thought to prove quite useful for the tribe.
When Aldair had returned he informed the tribe that they would meet with the Djute. There they would combine their forces and rid themselves of this foreign threat. They left a few days after this, assuring those who had stayed behind that they would return victorious like they always did. The trip was a long one but it was quite the experience. Along the way they had seen some signs of battle, Gael wondering what had happened during those battles. This sort of destruction could have easily been brought to their home. He was relieved that for the time being the village was safe.
There was no time to rest when they had finally reached the Djute. Being the son of the chieftains Gael was requested to follow his parents as they went to meet the Khan. Gael wasn't used to being involved in this sort of thing and was curious as to why he was brought along. It was even more odd that Gael was given authority to direct orders if neither of his parents were present. War times were quite unusual but hopefully he would adjust soon.
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Yaen
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Post by Yaen on Mar 6, 2016 17:11:38 GMT -6
For six days now, the tribes had marched. They had entered the Djutes roaming grounds yesterday. And yet there was no sign of the Djute to be found. This troubled Khan Yahari, though he did not voice his concerns openly. It had been his intent to find the Djute before the Etrurians could, and to persuade them to take up arms alongside the Amasi and the other gathered tribes. But for every day they did not find the Djute first, it was a day where the Etrurians might. The Alliance needed more Sacaens under arms, they couldn't afford to allow such a fierce tribe to be annihilated.
There were no songs sung among the Amasi as they marched. They had seen far too many horrors, left behind by the invaders as threats and warnings, perhaps even promises. Promises that their way of life would be completely destroyed. These were not men that they were fighting, they were animals. Animals who may walk and talk like men, but who showed their true barbarism when confronted by those who did not bow to their tyranny.
"Khan Yahari! Khan Yahari!" The elder Khan's attention and that of his Khergit were brought to a rider returning to the army. "I've found the Djute's trail! They can't be more than a few hours march!"
"Finally..." The Khan murmured under his breath, before raising a hand. "Lead us to them." The Sacaen army was on it's feet, the various tribesmen marching once again as the scout lead from the front with the Khan. At last, they'd finally found the Djute.
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Cebron
Nomadic Trooper
Posts: 26
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cebron on Mar 14, 2016 0:45:13 GMT -6
"My Khan, the Greikah are here to speak with you, and our scouts tell us there is a large force approaching from the West. They are Sacaen. We have also caught a number of scouts from the Etrurians to our south, but they were likely not the only ones and they likely have began to estimate our numbers." Eiji, the young Khan of the Djute ran his fingers through his long hair, "Hmm, what word did we recieve from the Oranor?" Dorj his sister hesitated for a moment. Then she spoke, more reluctantly than she usually would. "They did my Khan, they said they would fight next to us for the price of one hundred horses." One hundred! That was madness! To demand a hundred horses was to say they would not come. Still, sitting in the chair his brother and father had once filled, Eiji said, "Tell them they will have it." His sister nodded, and hurried off to send a rider with the message.
Eiji looked over at Hulakter, one of his other blood riders and said, "Hulakter, go and bring the Greikah to me. Whoever it is they wish to have words with me, I would speak with them." The man he'd eaten dirt with twenty years ago hurried off to fulfill his Khan's task. As his friend left, Eiji looked at his youngest sibling, Dahs, and said, "Dahs, send a rider out to whoever these at the west are. Have them told that they must wait for my approval before they may approach our camp, and send riders to follow him but stay away from those that come. If they keep coming or our rider does not return, we will know them for enemies." His brother would not have been so cautious, but his brother was dead. Dahs nodded and began to leave, but Eiji called after him, "Dahs, the rider. Not you." His brother looked at him and his expression hardened, but he said, "Yes, my Khan." Eiji slumped in his chair. War was so heavy that his back was now bent most mornings he awoke.
After a small time, his friend Hulakter's voice broke his silence. "My Khan, may I enter?" "Enter." Hulakter opened the ger, and led the emissaries of the Greikah into the Khan's presence. Before anyone saw, Eiji straightened his back, and sat the seat of the DJute leader with all the dignity of any Khan. "I am Eiji, the new Khan of the Djute, I grant you guest rights, now please, friends of the Greikah, tell me your intent in coming to our door."
A young woman of the Djute, Inkhe rode out to the contingent of Sacaens, and as she approached asked, "Who here leads you to war?" When given her answer and a chance to speak, she said, "I am a rider for Eiji, Khan of the Djute, please, tell me who it is who comes that I may ask my Khan whether you are permitted guest rights?" She was frightened. She did not believe that she would be killed, but the Khan had sent riders with her to make sure that if she was the Khan would no, which meant there had to be a chance. As she waited for her answer she looked back to where she knew Dahs and a few others waited, and prayed they would see her ride back to her soon.
"Yes commander, four scouts were captured by the Djute, and but they were good men, and they will not reveal our position." Cebron, Mercenary Commander of the whole assembled Etrurian force ran his fingers through his mustache. "Hmm, what news do you bring of the Djute position?" Brett, Cebron's first man appointed to a new position, Scout Commander, hesitated for a moment. Then he said, "Their camp is tow day's ride from us Captain." Good. That wasn't too bad. They would be able to reach them soon, but they wouldn't. They would be just outside their reach, waiting. Waiting and hoping for the Djute to over extend themselves, and that meant they would hold the advantage. Cebron dismissed the man with a bow, and looked over at the only other man in his tent at the moment, Eckhart. "Go, bid the commanders and the knights to ready their men, we move in an hour." The big man smiled at that, he loved a chance to give the Knight Captains orders.
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Post by Duma on Mar 20, 2016 10:21:51 GMT -6
OOC- Sorry for the lateness it's been an uphill battle between me and my muse. --
Duma was tired. He hadn't realized how tired he had become during the journey. He only noticed it after he had sat down in one of the Qazvin's wagons. He could feel a pain from the bottom of his sole trailing up towards the base of his spine. And there was a light pulsating pain in the middle of his calfs. Far too much walking and marching. The swordsman was suddenly very envious of the Saceans who were on horses. The sword master had no talent for riding. He knew how to ride a horse in case of emergency but he had a difficult time adjusting to using the horse as a tool of war. His depth perception on a horse became too different. A lone rider presumably from the Djute came towards the group asking for their leader. At least that is what he assumed the rider was staying. Duma could barely see the rider's friends due to the view he had in the middle of the tribal march. The green haired swordsman rubbed the tired out of his eyes. Or at the very least he attempted too.
The wagon was a rickety old thing that was adorned with the darken blue hues of the Qazvin. The wagon had a series of shells and beads strung up on both entrances of the wagon that moved in rhythm with the wagon. The sounds they made were in theory supposed to replicate the sounds of the ocean waves. The sounds of the Qazvin's native home. He let out a sigh. Duma did not like the noises of the wagon.
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Gael
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Post by Gael on Apr 3, 2016 17:58:02 GMT -6
Gael had remained quiet and observant as they had made their way toward the Khan of the Djute. He would take the sights in as they moved, taking everything into memory. There was nothing that Gael wanted to miss as he wasn’t sure when the next time he’d experience something like this. He was still not completely sure about his place here besides maybe for the learning experience. There might be a day when Gael could be considered a chieftain of the Greikah and it would be best that he had some experience in how to do just that and this was definitely some way to get that.
Once inside Gael would stay back as his mother and father moved forward. It wasn’t Gael’s place to do anything other than be quiet and wait until someone asks him to speak. ”I first wish to thank you for allowing us to speak. I am Aldair leader of the Greikah Tribe. For too long our tribe has remained hidden from the rest of world but no more. We wish to fight alongside our Sacean brother and sisters against this foreign threat.”This would be the first time that Gael would see his father this fired up about something.
”We are four-hundred strong of our strongest warriors ready to fight at our brother’s sides.” It was still incredible to Gael that the Greikah was moving in such force and that so many of her warriors were way outside of their territory and ready to fight a war against a threat some of them weren’t the most familiar with a few months ago. Gael was proud of his father and his tribe. The threat that was coming upon Sacae would now have to face the Greikah and Gael pitied his enemies as they had no idea what was coming.
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Yaen
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Post by Yaen on Apr 7, 2016 10:34:42 GMT -6
The Sacaen army came to a slow halt as riders approached in the distance. "They do not look like Etrurian knights." Yaen noted to himself. This seemed to be the general consensus among the ranks, though the Keshig of the Khans continued to stay on guard in spite of it. One rider broke off from the rest to approach them, calling out on behalf of the Djute. The front ranks parted as Khan Yahari approached, accompanied by three of his Keshig, and looked over the rider before speaking.
"I am Khan Yahari for the Amasi, and I speak for this horde." he replied. "With me are the Khans and warriors of the Qazvin, the Fruchili, the Solune, the Cathecassa, the Baarin, and the Sama. You need not tremble, child. It is not our intent to harm a sister of the plains. Return to your Khan, and give him this message. Tell him that the suffering of his people has not gone unheard, and that the Djute do not stand alone against the invaders. The Etrurians have shed your blood long enough. It is time that we shed theirs."
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Cebron
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Post by Cebron on May 6, 2016 21:44:44 GMT -6
The Knights were slower to get moving than the men of the Long Company. It was almost as if an army being motivated by an ideology only meant the men would be willing to die, whereas an army motivated by the spoils of war would be willing to fight. Payment made your men efficient, effective men make an effective army, and an effective army gets your men payed. With that cycle it was hard to understand why anyone would have a standing army in lieu of merely hiring a professional one. The look on the faces of the waiting Long Company men gave the answer to that. The mercenaries were a grim lot, none of them japed or smiled as they would before a typical march. This ride could end in their demise, or worse they might have to burn more children.
The Knights didn't look quite as downtrodden, they looked as if they were attempting to go about every little detail required for their departure as if it was the final action they would ever carry out. They spoke to each other calmly, as happily as any knight ever could. For most of them, this was not an issue, it was business as usual.
Before long, the Knights were ready, and Cebron called for the horn to be blown to signal the ride. They'd not ride at full tilt, he did not want the Djute to reach them in the night when they were unprepared. The Djute were near them in numbers, and if somehow the Sacaens who'd gathered had come, even without the Crimson Demon among their ranks, Cebron wanted the location of their fight to be ideal for the Knights and Sellswords.
Inkhe nodded while Khan Yahari spoke and said, "The Qazvin, the Fruchili, the Solune, the Cathecassa, the Baarin, the Sama, and the Amasi. I will remember Khan Yahari, and Eiji Khan will know your words. We have been waging a war against the Etrurians in the last weeks like nothing we have seen. They murder the children of the plains, I believe Eiji Khan will accept your aid." With that, the woman wheeled her horse about and galloped away, the blood brother of the Khan, Dahs, quickly fell into line with her, and before long they were back in camp.
As the Khan of the Greikah spoke, Eiji listened with one half of his brain while the other half tried to pull on every string of strategy that could conceivably tie the enemy into a trap. Four hundred strong, that was good, that put them just below the numbers of the enemy for actual warriors. "I thank you, Aldair, please, join your strength with mine. Your men may make camp with mine, and if you or they have any needs, you need only ask." The Greikah were escorted out, and Inkhe rushed into the tent and bowed. "Speak."
"Khan Eiji, the tribes that approach are the Qazvin, the Fruchili, the Solune, the Cathecassa, the Baarin, the Sama and the Amasi. They come to join us in fighting the Etrurians." Eiji considered these words, then rose from his seat, and said, "For that many, I'll go and meet them."
After a short span of minutes, Eiji rode at the head of a sizable group of riders, forty or so. They were all his sworn brothers or sisters, and they were experts on the horse. Eiji was as good as was required of a Khan of Sacaens, but his riding was less than perfect. Still, he managed to stop the horse in front of the Sacaen mass and dismount. "I am Khan Eiji of the Djute. I greet you."
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Post by Duma on May 19, 2016 15:07:10 GMT -6
The view from the back end of the wagon wasn't anything spectacular. It was simply the same faces of the Qazvin he had grown accustomed to seeing along this march. Only, now he was looking at them as they marched, face to face rather then watching the backs of their heads. The Qazvin we're a small tribe who mostly kept to themselves. These were simple sea folk, who had a slight distrust of outsiders like some of the other Saceans out there. Duma wasn't sure if he perceived the bulk of the tribe, outside the matriarch, her immediate family, disliked him or simply disliked the march. They all seemed so unpleasant. Or perhaps they were sporting tired frowns at him for another reason. He sighed. He knew war was no place to make friends. He glanced back to see their expressions change, some looked happy, others looked surprised. Some folks pointed. But, Duma would have to turn around to see what it was.
The bumping wagon grinded to a halt as the Qazvin were given the order to stop. Duma was unprepared for the sudden stop and ended up sliding further into the wagon. His slide was not graceful. His attempt at balance consisted of him shooting his legs straight out in front of him and falling on his back with an unimpressive thud. Fortunately, no one was in the caravan wagon for him to land on. Unfortunately, he landed atop a pile of hard metal things. Like tools and spare weapons. He managed to pull himself up with a groan and turned to face the drivers side of the wagon. He peered back the curtain to see why they suddenly stopped. While the swordsman did his best to keep his expression neutral, his eyes gave him away. They were wide in awe of the forty or so riders that were on the hill. Various Khan's of the clans stepped forward to greet them. Duma had to squint to see the tiny figure of the matriarch, and her sons off in the corner.
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Yaen
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Post by Yaen on May 30, 2016 12:12:41 GMT -6
As the Djute approached, the Khans and their respective Keshig stepped to the front of the horde. As Eiji dismounted, Khan Yahari stepped yet closer. The wizened Khan looked the younger Sacaen once over, before giving a polite bow of his head. "And I greet you, Khan Eiji. I am Khan Yahari of the Amasi. With me are the Khans and the warriors of the Qazvin, the Fruchili, the Solune, the Cathecassa, the Baarin, and the Sama." He replied. "I speak for this horde, and on behalf of the unified tribes of Sacae. You sent riders to the one we now know as Khan Selibas Sacae, requesting aid. We have come to give you that aid." The elder Khan explained.
"Khan Eiji, send riders to your people. Tell them to come to us, as we march to them. Our swords and spears shall be the wall that guards your children and your elderly, your sick and your wounded, and our arrows shall strike the sun from the sky as surely as they do our enemies from their horses. The Etrurians will try to slay us, to the last man, woman, and child, but I swear to you, my brother, they shall not find us wanting."
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Cebron
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Post by Cebron on Jun 24, 2016 15:02:48 GMT -6
The young Khan of the Djute resisted the urge to adjust his longcoat as he approached Khan Yahari of the Amasi. His mother had told him once as a little boy to watch as his father spoke with the Khan, Eiji's grand uncle, and take note of how little he moved. His father hadn't swayed, when the cold wind blew against him, he didn't see anything on his father's face. Two years later, he had been made Khan, and though even as a child Eiji could tell that it had not been that one day bravely facing the cold that had made his grand uncle select his father as his heir, but it was his ability to seem unflappable that had made him seem like a Khan long before he let loose an arrow from the bow of red.
He answered the bow of the older Khan's head with the Djute bow reserved for an elder, one hand on hhis chest, the other behind his back. He did not remain bent for long, his back was straight as he listened to the Khan speak. A small sentence pierced him, and it was what Eiji answered first. "Ah, it was my brother, the Khan until only a very short time ago who sent messengers to the gathering called by the 'Little Wolf.' However, I welcome the help that my brother wisely asked for, as I welcome all of you."
He turned and called out, "Tanset! Alsar! Kundek! Go to the camp, tell the cooks to slaughter at least thirty of my own goats. Bring a great number of tables to the space between us, we will have a feast on this day of joy. Tell Khorgho to create a poem for the occasion. Today we greet the brothers and sisters we are meant to make a stand with."
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Post by Duma on Jun 29, 2016 16:45:30 GMT -6
The khans continued to speak to one another and Duma continued to not listen. The swordsman was too far to truly make out what they were saying but he could only assume that it was full of good things. Duma's eyes fell on the leader of this bunch, a young swordsman. Duma did not know if one so young had the makings of a great leader, but Khan Selibus had chosen him for a reason. Duma knew he could not lead an army of this size out to battle he didn't have the knack for it. He was used to leading smaller more concentrated bands of people out into battle, or smaller specialized units to help deal with raiders, or to try and rescue someone from a dangerous situation. Perhaps his skill in dealing with smaller units would be useful as this war progressed of course he would have to find some way of relaying that information to the leader. I doubt he would even remember that. There are far too many people here for him to keep track of something so small. Perhaps if the need arises I can volunteer my services.
He tilted his head up as the other khan, the leader of the forty riders called out to his group. It seemed that there would be a large feast prepared for the occasion. A man was to write a poem of this day. Duma himself didn't quite see how grand this encounter was. He knew it was important. But not important enough to write songs and sing carols about. This was a simple meeting of armies coming together in a moment of crisis. But, he was not born on the plains. He was not raised on the plains. He did not find his love of the plains until he had become a man. Perhaps, that was why he did not truly understand the gesture. Regardless of the reason he knew he could not simply stand around. There was going to be a feast tonight and thus he needed to make himself useful. He would spend the remainder of the time aiding the Qazvin with what he could.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 18:30:46 GMT -6
For days now had they marched on. Luca did not care much for the sights he was bore witness to. They burned in his gut and his fingers twitched, aching around the shaft of his great spear. He was here as a lone representative of his tribe and at night he rested alone, but at day he joined in the traveling tunes and the sort. Often he forgot that he was the voice of his khan.
As the two parties met he watched from the side. The exchange was incredibly short and to the point. He liked it this way himself as there was no wasted time and each knew what the other wanted. To feast and celebrate the union of the two tribes was something that he could understand but not agree with. He bit his tongue as this was not a matter he should refute but he could not help but to believe the enemy was too close, too active, and ever too dangerous for this.
Luca hummed to himself an old Etrurian military tune. It was one he knew well and would often sing on marches as it calmed him down. Noticing a familiar man ahead of him he walked up beside him planting the butt of his lance on the ground making his presence known. Until the khans were done with their meeting he would keep silent, but he nodded to Duma to acknowledge him and let him know he was here with intent. They were some of the only outsiders after all.
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Cebron
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Post by Cebron on Sept 19, 2016 21:53:29 GMT -6
The feast roared into being, and before long, the people of Sacae had eaten their fill of every Djute delicacy under the sun. Nearly all were made from goat, and usually served with some form of rice or couscous. The portion of the Lorca had brought with them a large deal of beef, and that came to make up most of the food that Eiji himself didn't provide. He was ecstatic that Naran-Org had gone with the Lorca who had headed west, the old Khan had frightened him when Eiji's great uncle had been Khan of the Djute. Then Naran-Org had only been the Khan's son, but he had been one of the most intimidating men the young leader of the Djute had ever seen, the tall Sacaen seeming like a giant in front of the then runt of the Djute clan. Eiji was glad that he was dealing with an older Khan that hadn't seen him shaking in his infantile boots.
Not long after the feast, fires died down to their final embers, and save sentries and a few restless riders, the camp of Sacaens fell silent. It created a great calm in Eiji, calm was something he hadn't felt since becoming Khan a few short days ago. Before today, the whole force against the invaders was that of his tribe and a few small clans. As well as the coming Oranor, but that wasn't known to any but he and his blood riders. Now, their numbers were near equal to those of the Etrurians, and that meant that they could stand a fighting chance. Instead of being the Khan who fell defiantly with the last of the Djute, he could be the Khan who defended his people, and beat back the invaders. They could see as early as in the next few days.
Cebron and his men rode in full armor, as did the Etrurian units both ahead and behind them. They'd waited long enough, and the Sacaens had camped the night before on neutral ground. It was time to attack.
[My next post will begin combat.]
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