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  • June, 11th 1401

    To Generals Chuikomore, Sukomore and their commanding officer Field Marshall Easthaven
    From Colonel Montignac, commanding officer of the 4th Fox Riders Regiment, FRR.

    (ooc: I’m playing a new guy but it’s just for the invasion part)

    My knights have been able to cross the river. We have established a bridgehead behind enemy lines. If the enemy spots us, we won’t last long but my scouts have found a ford near Warwick. I have a few men there if you can send reinforcements quickly; we can outflank the English and cut their army in two. We have made contact with some riders. I think they are Colonel Cognac’s ones.

    But lastly, my forward outposts have encountered some English knights.

    The night was dark and cold. A bunch of Apolytonian soldiers were waiting near a small village called Banbury. They had met with a small English patrol and a few shots were fired. But the night stopped the fighting and both elements retreated leaving their dead on the battlefield.
    The Apolytonians were enjoying a good meal. They had stolen a cockerel from an English peasant and it was now being cooked.
    The war was good, they were free and they had in the last week good success.

    But they didn’t expect what would happen.

    The shadow of a horse came near slowly. As they were drinking and chatting, they didn’t notice it.
    Smaller shadows crawled in the dark, running from corner to corner. One of them fell and made noise.

    “(Apolytonian soldier) - What’s this?!
    (English muttering)-Ssssh! Idiot! What did you do?
    -I’m sorry. I couldn’t see this brick in the dark.
    (Apolyton soldiers getting up and taking their rifles) -Hey! Show yourself or we shoot!

    (English officer screaming) -FIRE FIRE!! Kill those bastards! “

    The English opened fire. The Apolytonians ran for cover as bullets were flying by. Two of them were shot dead.

    (Apolyton): “-Oh man! Jesus! Peter where are you?
    -Here! Where are those English pigs?
    -Everywhere! Where are Jackson and the lieutenant?
    -I don’t know, Thomas but would be better to get out here.

    (English): -Get them all! They can’t have run away! Burn houses if needed!”

    An English soldier walked and looked into a house where an Apolytonian was hiding.
    Footsteps were coming closer and closer, louder and louder. Peter saw the cannon of the musket as the moon lightened it. He squeezed his knife. The English back was in front of him.
    -Nobody here said the English.
    He slowly turned himself and met eyes to eyes Peter.
    -Oh! Here you are! I got you, bastard!
    -Idiot!
    Peter jumped on the English soldier and trusted his knife, grinning. The soldier retreated but shot in panic. The round hit Peter in mid air doing a mortal wound. Yet, he didn’t stop Peter from crumbling on his enemy, his dagger forward.
    The blade pierced the skin and hit the aorta near the heart. Blood splashed everywhere and both fell on the ground, dead.

    Meanwhile, Jackson and Thomas had left the village and reach a wheat field.

    “-That was a close one!
    -Yeah but most of us didn’t make.
    -Let’s hope they are hiding. But if they are in-town I don’t give a penny about their lives.
    -Well… don’t stay here. Banbury is near and we can easily get there in less than an hour.
    -So can those sons of *****es! They have horses.
    -Let’s cut through the woods. It’s shorter.

    “Sir, we got four of them and lost only Evans.
    -That’s not good. The others will tell their officers about this. We aren’t enough to try to get them. We will stay here for the night. You will ask for reinforcements. They must be here tomorrow at dawn. Take my horse, you will go faster.
    -Sir, yes sir! ”

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    • OOC: As Mellian said, I will ignore Sheep post.

      Colonel Giovanni Cognac was long awaiting the time the Apolytonian army would have entered English territory.
      3 months living in the woods, he felt like a monkey, but finally he had not only one mission, but two.. and the Military Advisor have heard of himself, he was amazed, finally his quest for glory was near his goal.

      He will achieve every mission, no matter what, he is the great Colonel Cognac, the leader of the Cognac Raiders, and he never fails.

      He quietly stepped down from the big trees he climbed, in order to better see the famous bridge he will have to blow up.

      Not too far away, he saw an English camp, he knew that most soldiers were out, as they went attacking a small Apolytonian division in a village near Converty... this was his chance, he will steal a few barrels of gunpowder, and use it to destroy the bridge.

      He put himself leading a small group of 10 men, only ten, he didn't wanted to start a fight with the English now, they dressed up with the English uniforms they stole from the "Stable Mission" in his uniform there was written, Private Gary, he didn't like to be degrated.. but he thought that it was better for Kevin to have the Major as he knew a very good english.

      They took the horses and galoped all the way to the camp, once there Kevin dismounted his horse and said

      "Major Gary at rapport sir"

      The English Colonel looked at him from the head to his feet, and than said.

      "Which division are you leading major?"

      "Me??... uh? the 3rd Division of the King Richard Regiment"

      "King Richard Regiment?... I never heard of this one... were are you going to fight, and where is your location?"

      "We are... we are in Manchester sire... Our regiment was recently created and we are supposed to go to the western mountains and attack the American forts on the other side"

      "Who is the leading general?"

      "General.... Robertson sire"

      "Oh yes.. Gen Robinson, send my regards to him, I'm Colonel William"

      "I will sire"

      "So why are you here?"

      "We need to take some of the gunpowder from your supplies... in order to blow up those American forts"

      "I see... unfortunatly I don't have much here, as we need it to fight the Apolytonian Army... however, I should be able to give you and your men 4-5 barrels of gunpowder... that's all we can give you"

      "That would be very nice sire... I'm sure General Robinson will be very happy to know how you helped us"

      "I'm sure of it too"

      Three English soldiers lead Cognac and his men to the supply building, while Kevin was still talking with Colonel William.

      Giovanni Cognac grabbed one barrel, and he putted it on the back of his horse, so did his men

      "Well Major.. it was a nice talk, and please tell General Robinson about me"

      "I will sire"

      The raiders leaved the camp... they couldn't believe how easy it was... that old Colonel, he will never meet General Robinson, they thought

      In the meanwhile Colonel William ordered a small knight division to follow them.

      (to be continued....)
      "Life is pretty simple: You do some stuff. Most fails. Some works. You do more of what works. If it works big, others quickly copy it. Then you do something else.
      The trick is the doing something else."
      — Leonardo da Vinci
      "If God forbade drinking, would He have made wine so good?" - Cardinal Richelieu
      "In vino veritas" - Plinio il vecchio

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      • July 16th, 1401
        To Apep Jr.: I forgive your father, i hope he regains his sanity soon (there are no insane asylums this is 1401). What position would you like?

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        • OOC: i only skimmed the latest posts, as i have to go now, but mmtt, i already stated the results before, when i said what will happen base on Eashaven's latest plan.

          We surprise the english at Newcastle and take the city pretty quickly with minimal casulties.

          anyway, don't really need me to tell the results...

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          • OOC: Sorry, was about Warwick front. Well I think it is better because my results would be biased a little.

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            • From: Domestic Advisor Latentus
              To: All concerned

              This war, noble as it is, is having a large negative effect on our population. An inordinately large percent of our able bodied youth is being used in the military and the amount of money and resources being spent on the war effort is leaving necessary improvements incomplete and allowing some to fall into disrepair. If we maintain this level of war production without improvements in infrastructure the outcome will be quite bad. The peasants cannot keep this up, and our merchants and aristocrats are running out of money. If the moderators and the military personnel will accept a brief reduction in war materials and make do with the soldiers they have now for a time in order to allow the cities to build improvements, the end result will be very favorable. If we can only switch some production from muskets and cannon to more banks and universities and peasant compensation for mines and farms for a few years, then our military capacity will have risen to levels never before seen by Apolyton! Surely you can make do for a while, and then our economic, scientific, and productive might will open up vast opportunities for you to exploit. Please, cut down on the military orders. The long term benefits far outweigh the short term costs.
              Those walls are absent of glory as they always have been. The people of tents will inherit this land.

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              • July 23rd, 1401
                To the Domestic Advisor: Do it, but keep it brief and use as few of our cities as possible to do so.

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                • July 24th 1401

                  They were a few miles from the city of York and the cannons had been firing onto the cities outer walls for quite sometime. They took Newcastle fairly easy after a day worth of fighting. It was the counter-attacks by the EU that slowed down the advance somewhat, but now they were at York's outer city walls, large portions of the wall were now only rubble. Field Marshall Easthaven was on his black horse ahead of the frontmost rank of Fox Riders, he was about to lead a charge once the cannons fired a few more barrages into the enemy soldiers. They were waiting for them behind the crumbled walls. The city of York itself was but two or so miles more inland where another wall stood, the inner wall.

                  "Sir, 3 more barrages sire." Came a call.

                  Field Marshall Easthaven looked at the enemy, stirring up his spirit, making his own blood boil with rage, a gift from God to natural-born warriors of the world.

                  He grabbed his sword from his left hip and lifted it above his head pointing towards the enemy, in response his soldiers cocked their muskets and unsheathed their swords. The sunlight reflected off Easthaven's sword making it blaze with a white fire.

                  "To the ENEMY! TO JUSTICE!" Field Marshall Easthaven kicked his horse and began racing towards the englishmen, almost simultaneously his ranks upon ranks of Fox Riders followed him and after them the infantry began charging as well. The running of all those horses and infantry created a deafening rumble, in addition the soldiers began yelling their war cry's of 'Apolyton!' or 'death to the infidels!'. Any sane man would fear such a sight of blood hungry men of this magnitude racing towards them lusting for death and destruction.

                  (to be continued, maybe...)

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                  • ...continued

                    Easthaven and the Fox Riders were getting close and closer. The first line of English musketmen fired their first volley, many Fox Riders fell from their horses and some horses screamed in pain and collapsed. In return the Fox Riders lifted their muskets as they rode on, gaining several feet in mere seconds. Easthaven aimed at a commander, a man yelling at the conscript musketmen. -... The Field Marshall fired hitting the enemy commander in the gut, he jerked and fell to the ground. The rest of the Fox Riders fired their shots and a hail of musket balls rained into the enemy ranks. A last Apolytonian cannon ball fell onto the enemy center, killing dozens. Just then the Fox Riders reached the line, they jumped over the rubble and collided with the enemy, their line became enmeshed with the english line.

                    Easthaven charged forward, he contacted the line and with one swing he hewed off the head of an englishman to his right. He then trampled a few beneath the feet of his mighty stallione. He had no fear, just bloodlust. He hewed off heads left and right, left and right, as he gained more ground into the english ranks.

                    The sounds of colliding metal was constant and fierce, mixed in with screams, yelling, and gunfire.

                    As Easthaven sank his sword into an english knight, a musket ball hit his breast armor indirectly knocking him backwards off his horse. He temporarily lost his breath but with the adrenaline pumping through his veins the loss of breath was unnecessary to him. He got up on his feet and blocked an englishman's sword strike. The man swung again, this time at Easthaven's head...Easthaven ducked the attempted strike and he rose upwards with his sword, slicing the man from his crotch to his neck.

                    Another man came at him from his right, hoping to take out the infamous Easthaven. They clashed swords and released, the man took a stab at the Field Marshall but Easthaven simply was to quick, he hewed off the man's undefended head before he had the momentum to thrust his sword.

                    Easthaven searched for another victim and saw an enemy knight on his horse slicing Apolytonians left and right. Easthaven began charging at him while shoving people out of his way and blocking the usual swordstrike.

                    The knight saw him and began chasing him, joust in hand. Easthaven picked up his speed.

                    Soldiers of Apolyton saw their leader charging fearlessy towards a knight on his horse with a joust while he himself on foot.

                    The instance the joust was in range Easthaven swung his sword knocking the joust away. At the same time he used the momentum of his swing to spin him around using the same swing for a second strike, this time he hewed off the front legs of the horse.

                    The horse screamed in agony as it fell forward launching the knight 15 feet. the knight rolled on to his back trying to catch his breath. Easthaven got up and ran to the knight, he stood above him looking down at his face. Easthaven, with the tip of his sword, raised the knight's visor. He then lifted his sword high above his head pointing straight down, and with both hands he thrusted it into the knight's face, breaking into the skull slicing through the brain, breaking through the skull once more and finally being stopped by metal.

                    Blood covered the Field Marshall, he removed his sword from the mutilated knight's face. Easthaven turned to see a big english fellow with an axe preparing to chop him in two, but again the speed of the young general was unopposed and the axeman had his legs chopped out from under him. He fell kicking his little stubbed legs wildly. Easthaven moved on, not willing to give any mercy killing...

                    (to be continued...maybe)

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                    • June 1401
                      To HRH the Moderator,
                      I, Apep II would like to request the position of an assistant, or whatever you feel best (Although I would prefer to avoid the front lines). My father's sanity is going along nicely, thank you.
                      I shall start the journey to the capital tommorrow.
                      Apep II of Porkton

                      P.S. Perhaps I could be the COS's (Cheif of Staff)secratery.
                      P.P.S. Possible new names for Porkton, Corkton, Newton, actually anything except Porkton.
                      Last edited by Apep; November 21, 2002, 01:32.
                      I am your God Apophis- Stargate SG1 (Brilliant line)

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                      • July 23 1401

                        General Thunderfire, I add an extra 100 gold to the millitary budget, to spend as you wish

                        To Lord Moderator.

                        I respectivly hand in my resignation from the ministry of Trade and the Economy. I have found it hard to run a sucsessful trading company and the largest department in the Government. I will resume my former position as a wealthy merchent, trading between the various nations of the world for wealth. I have also receved news that my sister is getting married, so I must go to Berlin for the wedding, even though it is an enermy port. Because of this I will be away for about a year. It has been a real pleasure serving as your advisor,

                        Yours Respectibly

                        Drako Chuko
                        I am the second place man!

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                        • ...continued

                          He saw an Apolytonian fighting off two englishmen. The englishmen's backs were towards the young general, so it was fairly easy when Easthaven walked up and decapitated one of the soldiers. The other swordsman turned towards Easthaven, half shocked to see his buddy's headless body collapse and half shocked to see the great General Easthaven standing above it, this distraction caused him his life for the Apolytonian he was fighting quickly thrusted his sword into the young man's gut.
                          The Apolytonian nodded his head in thanks then picked another target to battle.

                          General Easthaven turned when he heard somebody yell his name. It was an Anglo musketman pointing his musket at Easthaven's head, the man was filled with confidence in knowing he had the famous commander's life in his hands. But this confidence was quickly shattered when Easthaven merely released a quick smirk and then a face filled with rage as he began charging the musketman full frontal. Because of this the english lad had lost his concentration and fired out of fear rather than determination...he barely missed, ripping a small piece of flesh from the General's right shoulder. He did not even flinch at the newly created wound. The young fighter began stumbling backwards unable to look away from the oncoming man, for he was struck with fear, this too caused this man his life. The Anglo fell backward onto the ground, Easthaven reached him and began hacking him to pieces with his now blood-stained sword.

                          =======

                          Henry Fairfax was his name. A man of 26 years, a career soldier. He fought in a fair share of battles and won his fair share of medals. But nothing made him more anxious than this battle. He always wanted to become a famous soldier, a conqueror even, he was rising in the ranks and his goal was to be a man much like William the Conqueror, his hero. And what best way to become famous? How about killing one of the most famous generals to date, General Easthaven? This was his mission, when the war began he began training harder than ever, and he was very good. A master swordsman and a grand marksman. And now the day has come where he has the chance to meet the Field Marshall in battle! Now was the time for his destiny, time to acquire his fame.

                          He quickly got involved in the battle, killing Apolytonians with ease. He had a curved sword he had acquired while on a trip in Arabia, a scimitar. He sliced men into pieces...

                          His clothes were stained with blood now after been fighting off the Apolytonians. Now was his time to hunt.

                          He walked in between men fighting. An Apolytonian popped out of nowhere and nearly severed his head but his reflexes quickly took control and the attacker lost an arm...then his head. Henry moved on, scanning each fight...each face. Another Apolytonian charged and he blocked a sword strike, the Apolytonian sliced his left shoulder with a daggar that was in his right hand, which enraged Henry to the point of explosion. After a few clashes of swords Henry found an open slot and sliced the man across the chest.

                          Henry turned to move on, but then he spotted him...

                          A small incursion of doubt entered Henry's head when he spotted the General. Geez, for the man was hacking a poor private to pieces...and...nothing could be shown on the man's face, just bloodlust-filled eyes. But the doubt was quickly removed from Henry's conscience and he began working his way toward the General, slicing and dicing a few Apolytonians on the way. He was but ten feet away before Easthaven looked up at him, still not any reaction or emotion revealed on the man's face, just the eyes.

                          Here was Henry's chance, excitement overcame him, he was ready more than ever. Easthaven stood tall, and waited for him to approach and attack...this man seemed to welcome him almost...just plain fearless.

                          =====

                          Easthaven was busy hacking a man to death, or well beyond death when he noticed out of the corner of his eye a stilled figure filled with concentration, very much contrasting the current enviroment. Easthaven looked at him and stood straight. He was ready for anything, he was almost excited about this man for some reason.

                          The Field Marshall simply stood there in a flexible position where he could dodge any attack from any direction. He simply waited for Henry to initiate.

                          Henry began charging at the General sword held high, he was but a few feet away when half of his head suddenly was ripped off, out of existence, the man fell onto Easthaven's boots. The General didn't flinch at this unexpected surprise, for it was war; surprises come plentiful. He simply kicked the carcass off his boots and went back to work.

                          (to be continued...maybe...until you guys post somethin)

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                          • To Field Marshall Thunderfire:
                            If you want to command a unit in the English war, I will not stop you.

                            To Foreign Advisor Mellian(secret):
                            I am going to from a intelligence agency to replace the one Liam Sheep set up before he became a traitor to Apolyton. If fact we have already begun recuritiment for the agency.

                            To Domestic Advisor Latentus and the Great Moderator:
                            We are in the middle of a major offensive in England. We can not cut back on war materials or drafting of our people into the army. This is completely insane to do at a time like this, when most of our army is overseas fighting in anther country and encountering heavy resistance. Please reconsider you position. We are close to winning the war with the English if all goes well with our plan. Cutting back on our supplies and men will only make it that much harder for the millitary carry out its mission to protect the great Apolyton Empire.
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                            • This is gay. If all the people want to listen to Melian all the time. I am trying to bring some excitement and more intrigue into the game. If everyone wants it to be or rosy, and not face any problems that is fine with me. But as it goes this NES sucks!!
                              Don't tell a twisted person he is twisted, he may take offence. (THAT MEANS ME!)
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                              • OOC: Can create excitement, just be more creative then killing and blowing up things without any real apparent reason. would be nice to know why Liam Sheep orders such actions? why would anyone follow you? how in the bloody world does one sneak in gunpowder in a heavily guarded Palace and blow up a single office, while killing a 100 people? How in the bloody world can one simply go blow up the CIA building, if they had any in the first place?

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