Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Dec 28, 2012 20:55:04 GMT -5
Howdy guys!
So, I've been reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms for like, the third time. I was admiring the grandiose scale of the battles and thought 'Man. I'd love to write something similar!' So, I pulled up a random CR scenario (a rebellion in Roccia, 17/18 years ahead of the current timeline) and voila! Here it is!
This is my first time properly writing in FOREVER, and it's all been done so far on my iPod... So cut me some slack guys
OH! A quick note; my iPod keeps correcting 'Quemadura' to 'Quemadara' so sorry for that XD
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King Roxa Hiaten was sat on his throne, a large exquisite piece with golden coloured cushions and a wrought gold and silver frame. The King himself was dressed rather regally, wearing a red tunic of the highest quality with his clan sigil stitched on the left breast, he wore dark pants and polished boots and atop it all, a fine silk robe with wide sleeves. The golden crown atop his head glinted in the sunlight pouring through from a perfectly positioned window opposite the throne. The only weapon on his person was the old Sandmans dagger which he never parted with. Behind the King stood a row of soldiers clad in pale blue, steel armour, helmets shaped as snarling wolves covered their faces, dragon shaped pauldrons on the left shoulder and they all dutifully held spears in hand. One of these soldiers stood further forward, at the Kings side, unremarkable from the others save for the long blue silk cape hanging from his right shoulder, a slightly more intricate spear and that he held his helmet under his arm. Gensayce Zidjiai, leader of the Wolf Guard of Roccia, also known as the White Riders of Silicis, spoke up, addressing the collection of military and civil officers before him.
"Bring forth the informant!"
He cried, and from the crowds came a man, dressed unspectacularly and scruffily, who prostrated himself before the King, making obesience. His nose nearly touched the floor in his low bow, which earned a smirk from the King, who motioned for the man to rise with a warm smile.
"Speak your piece, good man." Roxa said with a short nod, which the informant returned, before relaying the information.
"A group of rebels are taking up arms in Quemadara, and aim to launch an assault upon Roccia. They know that Silicis is structurally and tactically sound, so instead plan to raid the towns and villages around the desert in order to draw my Liege out into open combat, where they hope to overwhelm him with superior numbers."
A few officers frowned, Roccia was a large nation with much expenditure into the military. If a rebel army had greater numbers, they could be something to fear, and the last thing anyone wanted was for these rebels to be raiding the innocent towns and adding to the strife. A civil officer, a small wiry man with a thick grey beard that reached down to his chest, a man called Lezalit, spoke up.
"Mayhaps our Liege should call upon reinforcements from allies such as Chalybs and Unda..?" A few other officials grumbled their consent, and Roxa looked across to the opposite side of the room, where stood the military officers in their many numbers. Towering above them all, in night black and fire red armour was his Commander-In-Chief who rumbled out his own opinions.
"My Lord, I bring forth a man of skill not just in arms, but in strategy. He is named Garth Ignia, and is from a branching family of the Infernus Clan." Riliath bowed slightly to Roxa as a young man stepped forwards.
He wore dark black leather armour that coated his upper body save for his left arm which was left bare. A metal pauldron protected the right shoulder, and a belt was slung across his chest from his right shoulder down to the left side of his waist, which was held in place with a brass buckle shaped as a horses head. His legs bore the same dark material with metal plates on the knees and he wore steel toe-capped boots on his feet. A black headband with the Infernus Clan symbol etched into it held back dark black, spiky hair, revealing a dark-skinned but warm, smiling face. This young officer approached the throne and made obesience. Roxa, as with the informant, smiled and motioned him to rise.
"Young Ignia." He said. "Commander Riliath speaks highly of your martial skill and knowledge, how would you suggest we proceed?" The young man stood up straight, and spoke in a strong and authorative voice.
"Rebels are just that, my Liege. They are not hard to break and when they do, they break hard. They have chosen the Quemadara desert as their battleground, and rightly so, the long and flat terrain will make sneaking up on them difficult, unless one were to proceed over the Mons-Montis Mountains, which is in its own right, a very difficult feat. However, if your army were to go through the mountains, the rebels would grow suspicious as to where there opponents are and may make their move early, disrupting the peace of the land. So I offer you my strategy, my Lord. March your army towards Quemadara and make camps at the major towns and villages, stretching your forces thin, whilst a hardy general whom your trust leads a second army through the Mons-Montis Mountains. The rebels will not pass up the opportunity and will no doubt strike at your thinly veiled forces, most likely your supply depot. As such, all other forces shall remain mobile, and shall encircle the rebels when they attack, leaving only one exit open for their escape, at which they will flee to whence they came. At this point, they will encounter the second army who shall form their battle array, and whilst they prepare, the main army shall march on their rear, encircling and smiting them for good."
Roxa grinned broadly and gave Garth a solid clap on the shoulder.
"Truly this boys mind is sharper than any sword! With him by my side, I shall never lack for adequate strategy!" The King seemed happy with the strategy, and so turned his attention to other matters. "It is established that we shall not need reinforcements, but who shall lead the different armies?"
"Allow me to lead the second army that shall progress over the mountains" A voice called.
A second youth stepped forwards, no older than seventeen, dropping onto one knee and placing a fist into his palm, bowing before the King. He had ear-length blonde hair and striking blue eyes, he was handsome of face and held an easy-going smile. He wore an officers uniform with epaulettes on the shoulders and the royal insignia on his left breast. He was Goti Hiaten, son of the King and heir to the throne. The King smiled at his sons commitment to their cause, but spoke up.
"My son. You are my heir and a valuable one at that, you are wise and strong if not only somewhat cocky. One day you will make a fine leader of men, but today is not that day. You are inexperienced in warfare and I would fear for your safety alone. No, I shall not grant you your request, but if it will please you, I shall grant you the joint position of leading the Van on the final assault against the rebels, alongside your sister, who unfortunately is not here today." The son looked ashamed, but gratefully accepted the offer presented.
King Roxa looked around, surveying his options as to who could lead the second army. Gensayce was a loyal officer, and a strong warrior, his mind was as sharp as his spear, and he was a good choice. But he was weak of heart, and the sight of the rebels burning towns could easily strike a chord in his heart and lead him into an early attack. Riliath was the greatest warrior amongst them, but his eye for strategy was dull and he was far too fiery. He would make better as the defender of the supply depot. Garth Ignia was clearly wise and no doubt strong, but Roxa doubted that he trusted the young man enough for such an important role. So the King scoured the crowds and spotted a familiar officer who had fought well underneath him in previous rebellions, and so called him forwards.
He was of normal height and quite stocky. He wore dark black armour, the breastplate modelled on the human torso, dragon head pauldrons on the shoulders, black metal boots with bronze stirrups on the back and he held under his arm a dark black helmet shaped in a dragons head, with a thick brush of golden horse hair pooling from the back. In battle he wielded a dark black spear with a bright silver head, the spear head came from a bronze dragons mouth, and from either side came a small axe blade. His face was rather pale with dull red eyes and deep black hair that was spiked backwards, a single bang falling over his forehead.
This stocky young officer, who appeared no older than twenty-two, bowed before the King, who asked him to announce himself and his rank.
"I am Lei Jin, my Liege. An officer under General Lei Co who is my own uncle. I am a Lieutenant of the Horse, leading cavalrymen into battle, and helped suppress the last rebellion in the battle of the Quarry in which my father tasked me to lead the Van. My father was Lei Gong, a general under Commander Riliath, but he fell ill after an infected arrow wound, and died only two months ago." King Roxa bade him rise and spoke to him kindly, as if he were an old friend.
"I remember you from a former battle, and I remember you fought well, inspiring your troops. Your uncle speaks highly of you, and constantly recommends you for rank, the only reason I reconsider is because of your lack of experience. You have fought many battles but rarely had the command of men, so I offer you a position as General Lei Jin, and give you the title 'Crosser of Mountains' as well as the governship of Kano Town and all the finances and responsibilities that come with it." Lei Jin gave another deep bow, muttering constant thanks to his King, and had to be physically raised by Roxa himself, who smiled at his display. "I take it that you accept my offer then?" Lei Jin nodded.
"Of course, my Liege!" He cried, with repeated bows, before falling in amongst the rest of the officers. King Roxa stepped back and stood before his throne, looking around at his officers. He set out everybody's roles.
"Commander Riliath, you shall command the Right Army, it is you who shall control the supplies of the army, under the watchful eye of Tan, one of the civil officials in charge of trade and commerce. Lei Co, you shall command the Left Army. Goti and Olivia, you shall command the Vanguard. Gensayce, you shall command the rearguard and act as reserves. I shall lead the central army. Lei Jin will command the Ambush Army with generals Gong, Anya and Pag Tel. Garth shall travel with me as my strategist and advisor!" He threw a hand forwards, motioning towards the door. "Now go and prepare your troops! We march at dawn!"
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There you have it! Part II (The March) which details everyone on the way to battle shall be up shortly, I hope, given it's nearly done :3
So, I've been reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms for like, the third time. I was admiring the grandiose scale of the battles and thought 'Man. I'd love to write something similar!' So, I pulled up a random CR scenario (a rebellion in Roccia, 17/18 years ahead of the current timeline) and voila! Here it is!
This is my first time properly writing in FOREVER, and it's all been done so far on my iPod... So cut me some slack guys
OH! A quick note; my iPod keeps correcting 'Quemadura' to 'Quemadara' so sorry for that XD
--
King Roxa Hiaten was sat on his throne, a large exquisite piece with golden coloured cushions and a wrought gold and silver frame. The King himself was dressed rather regally, wearing a red tunic of the highest quality with his clan sigil stitched on the left breast, he wore dark pants and polished boots and atop it all, a fine silk robe with wide sleeves. The golden crown atop his head glinted in the sunlight pouring through from a perfectly positioned window opposite the throne. The only weapon on his person was the old Sandmans dagger which he never parted with. Behind the King stood a row of soldiers clad in pale blue, steel armour, helmets shaped as snarling wolves covered their faces, dragon shaped pauldrons on the left shoulder and they all dutifully held spears in hand. One of these soldiers stood further forward, at the Kings side, unremarkable from the others save for the long blue silk cape hanging from his right shoulder, a slightly more intricate spear and that he held his helmet under his arm. Gensayce Zidjiai, leader of the Wolf Guard of Roccia, also known as the White Riders of Silicis, spoke up, addressing the collection of military and civil officers before him.
"Bring forth the informant!"
He cried, and from the crowds came a man, dressed unspectacularly and scruffily, who prostrated himself before the King, making obesience. His nose nearly touched the floor in his low bow, which earned a smirk from the King, who motioned for the man to rise with a warm smile.
"Speak your piece, good man." Roxa said with a short nod, which the informant returned, before relaying the information.
"A group of rebels are taking up arms in Quemadara, and aim to launch an assault upon Roccia. They know that Silicis is structurally and tactically sound, so instead plan to raid the towns and villages around the desert in order to draw my Liege out into open combat, where they hope to overwhelm him with superior numbers."
A few officers frowned, Roccia was a large nation with much expenditure into the military. If a rebel army had greater numbers, they could be something to fear, and the last thing anyone wanted was for these rebels to be raiding the innocent towns and adding to the strife. A civil officer, a small wiry man with a thick grey beard that reached down to his chest, a man called Lezalit, spoke up.
"Mayhaps our Liege should call upon reinforcements from allies such as Chalybs and Unda..?" A few other officials grumbled their consent, and Roxa looked across to the opposite side of the room, where stood the military officers in their many numbers. Towering above them all, in night black and fire red armour was his Commander-In-Chief who rumbled out his own opinions.
"My Lord, I bring forth a man of skill not just in arms, but in strategy. He is named Garth Ignia, and is from a branching family of the Infernus Clan." Riliath bowed slightly to Roxa as a young man stepped forwards.
He wore dark black leather armour that coated his upper body save for his left arm which was left bare. A metal pauldron protected the right shoulder, and a belt was slung across his chest from his right shoulder down to the left side of his waist, which was held in place with a brass buckle shaped as a horses head. His legs bore the same dark material with metal plates on the knees and he wore steel toe-capped boots on his feet. A black headband with the Infernus Clan symbol etched into it held back dark black, spiky hair, revealing a dark-skinned but warm, smiling face. This young officer approached the throne and made obesience. Roxa, as with the informant, smiled and motioned him to rise.
"Young Ignia." He said. "Commander Riliath speaks highly of your martial skill and knowledge, how would you suggest we proceed?" The young man stood up straight, and spoke in a strong and authorative voice.
"Rebels are just that, my Liege. They are not hard to break and when they do, they break hard. They have chosen the Quemadara desert as their battleground, and rightly so, the long and flat terrain will make sneaking up on them difficult, unless one were to proceed over the Mons-Montis Mountains, which is in its own right, a very difficult feat. However, if your army were to go through the mountains, the rebels would grow suspicious as to where there opponents are and may make their move early, disrupting the peace of the land. So I offer you my strategy, my Lord. March your army towards Quemadara and make camps at the major towns and villages, stretching your forces thin, whilst a hardy general whom your trust leads a second army through the Mons-Montis Mountains. The rebels will not pass up the opportunity and will no doubt strike at your thinly veiled forces, most likely your supply depot. As such, all other forces shall remain mobile, and shall encircle the rebels when they attack, leaving only one exit open for their escape, at which they will flee to whence they came. At this point, they will encounter the second army who shall form their battle array, and whilst they prepare, the main army shall march on their rear, encircling and smiting them for good."
Roxa grinned broadly and gave Garth a solid clap on the shoulder.
"Truly this boys mind is sharper than any sword! With him by my side, I shall never lack for adequate strategy!" The King seemed happy with the strategy, and so turned his attention to other matters. "It is established that we shall not need reinforcements, but who shall lead the different armies?"
"Allow me to lead the second army that shall progress over the mountains" A voice called.
A second youth stepped forwards, no older than seventeen, dropping onto one knee and placing a fist into his palm, bowing before the King. He had ear-length blonde hair and striking blue eyes, he was handsome of face and held an easy-going smile. He wore an officers uniform with epaulettes on the shoulders and the royal insignia on his left breast. He was Goti Hiaten, son of the King and heir to the throne. The King smiled at his sons commitment to their cause, but spoke up.
"My son. You are my heir and a valuable one at that, you are wise and strong if not only somewhat cocky. One day you will make a fine leader of men, but today is not that day. You are inexperienced in warfare and I would fear for your safety alone. No, I shall not grant you your request, but if it will please you, I shall grant you the joint position of leading the Van on the final assault against the rebels, alongside your sister, who unfortunately is not here today." The son looked ashamed, but gratefully accepted the offer presented.
King Roxa looked around, surveying his options as to who could lead the second army. Gensayce was a loyal officer, and a strong warrior, his mind was as sharp as his spear, and he was a good choice. But he was weak of heart, and the sight of the rebels burning towns could easily strike a chord in his heart and lead him into an early attack. Riliath was the greatest warrior amongst them, but his eye for strategy was dull and he was far too fiery. He would make better as the defender of the supply depot. Garth Ignia was clearly wise and no doubt strong, but Roxa doubted that he trusted the young man enough for such an important role. So the King scoured the crowds and spotted a familiar officer who had fought well underneath him in previous rebellions, and so called him forwards.
He was of normal height and quite stocky. He wore dark black armour, the breastplate modelled on the human torso, dragon head pauldrons on the shoulders, black metal boots with bronze stirrups on the back and he held under his arm a dark black helmet shaped in a dragons head, with a thick brush of golden horse hair pooling from the back. In battle he wielded a dark black spear with a bright silver head, the spear head came from a bronze dragons mouth, and from either side came a small axe blade. His face was rather pale with dull red eyes and deep black hair that was spiked backwards, a single bang falling over his forehead.
This stocky young officer, who appeared no older than twenty-two, bowed before the King, who asked him to announce himself and his rank.
"I am Lei Jin, my Liege. An officer under General Lei Co who is my own uncle. I am a Lieutenant of the Horse, leading cavalrymen into battle, and helped suppress the last rebellion in the battle of the Quarry in which my father tasked me to lead the Van. My father was Lei Gong, a general under Commander Riliath, but he fell ill after an infected arrow wound, and died only two months ago." King Roxa bade him rise and spoke to him kindly, as if he were an old friend.
"I remember you from a former battle, and I remember you fought well, inspiring your troops. Your uncle speaks highly of you, and constantly recommends you for rank, the only reason I reconsider is because of your lack of experience. You have fought many battles but rarely had the command of men, so I offer you a position as General Lei Jin, and give you the title 'Crosser of Mountains' as well as the governship of Kano Town and all the finances and responsibilities that come with it." Lei Jin gave another deep bow, muttering constant thanks to his King, and had to be physically raised by Roxa himself, who smiled at his display. "I take it that you accept my offer then?" Lei Jin nodded.
"Of course, my Liege!" He cried, with repeated bows, before falling in amongst the rest of the officers. King Roxa stepped back and stood before his throne, looking around at his officers. He set out everybody's roles.
"Commander Riliath, you shall command the Right Army, it is you who shall control the supplies of the army, under the watchful eye of Tan, one of the civil officials in charge of trade and commerce. Lei Co, you shall command the Left Army. Goti and Olivia, you shall command the Vanguard. Gensayce, you shall command the rearguard and act as reserves. I shall lead the central army. Lei Jin will command the Ambush Army with generals Gong, Anya and Pag Tel. Garth shall travel with me as my strategist and advisor!" He threw a hand forwards, motioning towards the door. "Now go and prepare your troops! We march at dawn!"
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There you have it! Part II (The March) which details everyone on the way to battle shall be up shortly, I hope, given it's nearly done :3
