Hello, and welcome. My name is Mattoles, and I am from the glorious Empire of Egypt, under the service of Queen Cleopatra. I wish to share with you the history of our empire. Now if you will, please make yourself comfortable while I recollect the early days...
The fine city of Thebes is said to have been founded around 4,000 BC - but that was well before my time, and times were simple back then. Our nation grew from the banks of the Nile River, and we felt no threats except from barbarians. We made sure to be friendly with our neighbors, as we were more interested in building our cities than destroying others. But once again, that was before my time, and the Queen is one of the few people you could get a first hand story from.
I was born in the fine city of Heliopolis in 530 BC. Heliopolis was near the border between our nations and the Greeks'. Our continent is shaped like a large wedge. Egypt occupies the southern half, while the Greeks took the middle-western portion, the Romans to the east up to the northern coast, and the Aztecs took the remaing north-west corner. The Chinese have a small subcontinent off of our western coast to themselves.
Growing up in Heliopolis, I always planned on being a stone mason when I grew up. There were many building proposals coming from Thebes and they needed people to make them realities.
The course of my life, however, would change dramatically when Egypt and Greece went to war in 550 BC.
The Great Greek War
I didn't know who declared war, or what the reasons were, but soon the swordsmen were marching out of their banners, waving the glorious Egyptian flag, armor glittering in the sun. Like many teenagers in Heliopolis, and indeed probably most of Egypt, I gazed with envy at them but still wished to be a stone mason.
My resolve would break, however, when stories came back to our city. Egyptian troops had liberated Corinth! But the news didn't stop there. Upon seizing Sparta, Egyptian troops had feasted and celebrated with wine from the two vineyards just outside of the former Greek town. I couldn't bear sitting this out anymore; I was missing too much!
So I bid my parents goodbye and walked down to the barracks to receive my armor and some basic training. And then my battalion went off to the Greek capitol of Athens.
The glory soon faded. We sat outside of Athens for months, waiting for a few more battalions to arrive for the assault. It rained frequently and the ground became muddy, the air cold, and the moods soured. Our leaders were barely trained more than we were. And to top it off, our foes were no slouches as I had believed when hearing the news back in Heliopolis. The most common Greek soldier - they called themselves Hoplites - hid behind large shields and lashed out with a sharp spear. Our swords could eventually gash through their armor, but would we be able to evade those prongs of death? The armor didn't seem so shiny anymore.
Nevertheless, I soon found myself marching forward towards the Greek capitol, along with several other battalions. We were all apprehensive, but none of us would admit it. Wasn't necessary to, anyway.
Within an hour we would be at the edge of the town, and the fighting was the most brutal thing I could ever think of. Colums of yellow (the color of Egypt's soldiers' banners) would clash with columns of green. Egytpian archers, led by men no smarter than cows, rushed too close to the enemy and were swiftly slaughtered, serving no purpose other than to train the enemy in a game. Our swordsmen fared better, but that does not say much. If we were gaining any ground, it wasn't obvious. The fighting took months, but soon Egypt prevailed. Athens had been taken!
At this point, I had seen enough war. I took off my armor and sent a letter home to my family, telling them I was okay, and that I planned to spend a few years in Athens. Greek architecture was most fascinating - at least, what hadn't been damaged by the riots ensuing our takeover.
However, the fight for Athens was nothing compared to the fight for Thermopylae, the next Greek city down the road. For years Egyptian swordsmen would be repulsed at the gates of the city. I became a little more keen to the military situation than I had been back in my reckless teens, and was rather shocked at the lack of care the Egyptian hierarchy had for the troops under their command. We had the capability to launch large rocks from a thing called a catapult, which would surely damage a city and its defenders. Why none were used, I don't know. I assumed that the Queen or some General in Thebes, far from the danger, was impatient and didn't want to bother with tactics or any such thing.
One night I received a knock at my door. I grabbed my dagger, fearful that it could be a Greek citizen out for Egyptian blood - such murders had been happening as tensions between the cultures were still high. However, it was a man wearing the uniform of an Egyptian officer. I ushered him in and offered him something to drink.
"I understand that you have seen battle before," he said to me. I nodded.
"Yes, I was in the final battle to take this city. But you wouldn't want to say that to anybody who lives here!" I mused with a laugh. But the laugh wasn't returned; it became clear that this was a business meeting.
"We need soldiers. Get your armor and meet at the north encampment tomorrow before afternoon. We need your experience," and with that, he got up and left.
Reluctant to fight again, but unwilling to let down the empire and the Queen, I did as I was told. And once again I saw hell on earth.
Three times I was in a battalion that assaulted Thermopylae - and three times we were rejected, barely bringing back any survivors. I made a name as a fierce fighter, however, and soon I was a seargant and commanding the remnants of a battalion. Sad it was that I was one of the most experienced on the battlefield - all the Generals were still in Thebes, sending hasty orders to "take the town and do it now!" because the Queen was beginning to get worried.
One cold morning we were woken up by a colonel and told to get on our armor. There was no question about it. Today was the day.
Once again I charged to a line of Greek Hoplites and once again there was blood running through the streets, with men collapsed in uncomfortable looking postions while others did all they could to make sure they would not end up like them. But the battle was in our favor.
Finally, many years after the war had began, we took the city and everybody had finally had enough war. We had instructions to negotiate for peace once we took the city.
Given my position, I sat in on the negotiations, and true to the rumors, Alexander of the Greeks did indeed have the look of a man with intestinal problems. His face was even more dark than usual, with his mouth twisted into an ugly scowl and his furry was evident. He was quite insistant that the Greeks had no interest in giving in to the Egyptians and our "ugly, wretched, excuse for a queen", but I was equally insistant that Egypt would get what it wanted. Alexander was a paper tiger - under my guidance, our delegation was able to obtain his world map, the Greek city of Pharsalos on the Chinese subcontinent, and most of what little gold the Greeks still had left. At the end of negotiations, the Greeks were left only with Delphi - a miserable city along disease-ridden floodbanks in the middle of the desert. Greece would not be a problem again. With another snarl, Alexander signed the peace treaty and the war was over.
The fine city of Thebes is said to have been founded around 4,000 BC - but that was well before my time, and times were simple back then. Our nation grew from the banks of the Nile River, and we felt no threats except from barbarians. We made sure to be friendly with our neighbors, as we were more interested in building our cities than destroying others. But once again, that was before my time, and the Queen is one of the few people you could get a first hand story from.
I was born in the fine city of Heliopolis in 530 BC. Heliopolis was near the border between our nations and the Greeks'. Our continent is shaped like a large wedge. Egypt occupies the southern half, while the Greeks took the middle-western portion, the Romans to the east up to the northern coast, and the Aztecs took the remaing north-west corner. The Chinese have a small subcontinent off of our western coast to themselves.
Growing up in Heliopolis, I always planned on being a stone mason when I grew up. There were many building proposals coming from Thebes and they needed people to make them realities.
The course of my life, however, would change dramatically when Egypt and Greece went to war in 550 BC.
The Great Greek War
I didn't know who declared war, or what the reasons were, but soon the swordsmen were marching out of their banners, waving the glorious Egyptian flag, armor glittering in the sun. Like many teenagers in Heliopolis, and indeed probably most of Egypt, I gazed with envy at them but still wished to be a stone mason.
My resolve would break, however, when stories came back to our city. Egyptian troops had liberated Corinth! But the news didn't stop there. Upon seizing Sparta, Egyptian troops had feasted and celebrated with wine from the two vineyards just outside of the former Greek town. I couldn't bear sitting this out anymore; I was missing too much!
So I bid my parents goodbye and walked down to the barracks to receive my armor and some basic training. And then my battalion went off to the Greek capitol of Athens.
The glory soon faded. We sat outside of Athens for months, waiting for a few more battalions to arrive for the assault. It rained frequently and the ground became muddy, the air cold, and the moods soured. Our leaders were barely trained more than we were. And to top it off, our foes were no slouches as I had believed when hearing the news back in Heliopolis. The most common Greek soldier - they called themselves Hoplites - hid behind large shields and lashed out with a sharp spear. Our swords could eventually gash through their armor, but would we be able to evade those prongs of death? The armor didn't seem so shiny anymore.
Nevertheless, I soon found myself marching forward towards the Greek capitol, along with several other battalions. We were all apprehensive, but none of us would admit it. Wasn't necessary to, anyway.
Within an hour we would be at the edge of the town, and the fighting was the most brutal thing I could ever think of. Colums of yellow (the color of Egypt's soldiers' banners) would clash with columns of green. Egytpian archers, led by men no smarter than cows, rushed too close to the enemy and were swiftly slaughtered, serving no purpose other than to train the enemy in a game. Our swordsmen fared better, but that does not say much. If we were gaining any ground, it wasn't obvious. The fighting took months, but soon Egypt prevailed. Athens had been taken!
At this point, I had seen enough war. I took off my armor and sent a letter home to my family, telling them I was okay, and that I planned to spend a few years in Athens. Greek architecture was most fascinating - at least, what hadn't been damaged by the riots ensuing our takeover.
However, the fight for Athens was nothing compared to the fight for Thermopylae, the next Greek city down the road. For years Egyptian swordsmen would be repulsed at the gates of the city. I became a little more keen to the military situation than I had been back in my reckless teens, and was rather shocked at the lack of care the Egyptian hierarchy had for the troops under their command. We had the capability to launch large rocks from a thing called a catapult, which would surely damage a city and its defenders. Why none were used, I don't know. I assumed that the Queen or some General in Thebes, far from the danger, was impatient and didn't want to bother with tactics or any such thing.
One night I received a knock at my door. I grabbed my dagger, fearful that it could be a Greek citizen out for Egyptian blood - such murders had been happening as tensions between the cultures were still high. However, it was a man wearing the uniform of an Egyptian officer. I ushered him in and offered him something to drink.
"I understand that you have seen battle before," he said to me. I nodded.
"Yes, I was in the final battle to take this city. But you wouldn't want to say that to anybody who lives here!" I mused with a laugh. But the laugh wasn't returned; it became clear that this was a business meeting.
"We need soldiers. Get your armor and meet at the north encampment tomorrow before afternoon. We need your experience," and with that, he got up and left.
Reluctant to fight again, but unwilling to let down the empire and the Queen, I did as I was told. And once again I saw hell on earth.
Three times I was in a battalion that assaulted Thermopylae - and three times we were rejected, barely bringing back any survivors. I made a name as a fierce fighter, however, and soon I was a seargant and commanding the remnants of a battalion. Sad it was that I was one of the most experienced on the battlefield - all the Generals were still in Thebes, sending hasty orders to "take the town and do it now!" because the Queen was beginning to get worried.
One cold morning we were woken up by a colonel and told to get on our armor. There was no question about it. Today was the day.
Once again I charged to a line of Greek Hoplites and once again there was blood running through the streets, with men collapsed in uncomfortable looking postions while others did all they could to make sure they would not end up like them. But the battle was in our favor.
Finally, many years after the war had began, we took the city and everybody had finally had enough war. We had instructions to negotiate for peace once we took the city.
Given my position, I sat in on the negotiations, and true to the rumors, Alexander of the Greeks did indeed have the look of a man with intestinal problems. His face was even more dark than usual, with his mouth twisted into an ugly scowl and his furry was evident. He was quite insistant that the Greeks had no interest in giving in to the Egyptians and our "ugly, wretched, excuse for a queen", but I was equally insistant that Egypt would get what it wanted. Alexander was a paper tiger - under my guidance, our delegation was able to obtain his world map, the Greek city of Pharsalos on the Chinese subcontinent, and most of what little gold the Greeks still had left. At the end of negotiations, the Greeks were left only with Delphi - a miserable city along disease-ridden floodbanks in the middle of the desert. Greece would not be a problem again. With another snarl, Alexander signed the peace treaty and the war was over.
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