Land of the Brave: The Celt's tale

[Easthaven I]

two thumbs up mr. skilord.....

You want an extra thumb ? Well put in another installment!...

[SKILORD]

I'm having trouble, you see there is no electricity but that pittiance we can eke from the generator here.

I'm trying.

[SKILORD]

Chapter 3: The Dusk of Sanity

A second sea had taken it's place upon the first, this sea was a sea of Iron, a fleet of steel behemoths forcing their way towards a meager shore with rabid anticipation. Destroyers, Battleships, Carriers. It was the most modern fleet that man had ever dared the seas to take. The ocean's might had proven futile against the mighty sides of untamed ore.

One ship was far ahead of the rest. The Isle of Tyre was Persia's final hold on the earth, and this ship had arrived, months before it's comrades could be anticipated. But this ship did not dominate the waves, it hid stealthily under them. It rose, determined to the waves, holding it's cargo out for a perilous instant, an instant in which any motion of Posidon could end their monstorous mission in failure. The rocket escalated to the sky. Coming to it's final violent rest in the center of the city, sending out a mighty destructive force. The waves were outraged at this unnecesarry force and crashed the once mighty submarine dashed across the once beautiful island, it's Uranium core bleeding even more death into the world.

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Xerxes lay amidst ruins. The summer home thaT had become a temporary temple to the feeble power of Persia was gone, a ruin for future ages to unearth. The groans of the damned revertebrated through the streets, and the soldiers who had vowed to protect them were a worthless sheild. Xerxes tried to stand, but the ground pulled him into a painful embrace. The king of Tyre crawled through the glass splinters of Persia to a defiant peice of architecture. Xerxes had once loved sculpture, as he dragged himself up, cutting his weak hands on calloused cement he reflected how beautiful this particular stub of proud building was, how well it reflected the defiant Persian people. Xerxes started to vomit. The stone crumbled beneath him, leaving him to vomit in the rubble, waiting hopelessly for the Celts.

-

"The world has been rid of the Persian menace!" the general announced, marching proudly into Brennus's chambers. The king smiled, a sick smile that held little joy.
"Onward my freind."
The general was confused.
"No, sir. There is no onward, the Persians are gone."
Brennus pulled a map to the other man's veiw.
"Onward," he pointed, detailing the next province to be added to the empire with his finger.
The general was unsure. The King had never supported war before, now he called for it against a neighbor, one who had traded with the Celtic Empire since the beginning of time itself, one that only Celtic gifts kept alive. The general sighed futilely. The first victim of thew war lust.

[SKILORD]

How's the latest chapteh?

[ChrisiusMaximus]

still keeping both going eh, well done!

[TheGuitarist]

Very nice, SKILORD, keep it going. Especially liked the nuclear element. Boom!

[ChrisiusMaximus]

BOOM!!!!


My bangs bigger than yours!

[SKILORD]

Chapter 4: The First Subjugation

The glare of rockets, the sick anticipation, it was almost as bad as the hits of the first tactical nuclear weapons. Russians had built the first bomb, but they were too afraid to use it. The Celts had the backbone, the iron will, to deliver their judgement through it. Battleships cut a swath through shipping to the Greenland colonies. Hiawatha had been shocked, he knew the Celts as pacifists, to understate that nation's actions before that. Hiawatha had been brutally slaughtered in his home. The blood, it was said, would take weeks to clean ot of the matresses and a reward was out for any body part of his that could be found. Noone had been able to collect yet. Modern Armor plowed through the final bastion of non Celtic land on North America. They were under orders not to regard the Iriquois as any more than the barbarians that had been extinguished in Australia.
Tanks landed in Greenland, children screamed as their homes were torn apart under the mighty treads. Settlers came next, forcing the unsettled land on that great island to bow to them, wherever they chose top build. Iriquois slaves were rounded up to clean the fil;fthy pollution from the land. They were treated as though they were the ones responsible for the waste that had taken the land from the victors, for ever so slight a time, the whip was light in Celtia's hand, a new burden it took up gladly. It was heavy on the backs of the conqured tribes. Resistance was tried, the offenders were lined up and shot. The Celts would not stop at eclipsin the sun so as to harm the Iriquois, their longtime neighbors, those whom they had trusted since time began.

[SKILORD]

Nukes are a big part of this game.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Oh my God!! are their any survivors from the Iroquois?

Has Squarking Turkey been killed in the fighting? lets hope he managed to escape somehow.

Chrisius tries to reassure vovan and guitarist that he'll show up sooner or later.

[TheGuitarist]

Lol Chrisius. Nice twist, SKILORD, I'm really liking this. Especially taking on two stories at once.

[vovan]

Great story. Keep up the goods coming, SKILORD, and don't waste those precious electrons

Haven't seen too much of this: - used in stories lately, so that brings even more interest to the story.

@Chrisius: hehe, we want our back!

[SKILORD]

Well the next coupla chapters will follow the fate of (by popular demand) Squarking Turkey as he makes his way through the Celtic system of millitary law and a newfound love of hate manifests itself through racism.

hopefully this will rekindle my interest in this story.

[vovan]

Sounds interesting to me

[SKILORD]

Chapter 5: Grasping at Straws

"Can you at least tell me why i've been arrested?!" Squarking Turkey demanded from his cell. Finally the gaurd came over to him.
"It isn't wise to question the state. Especially being a person of," The gaurd pointed to his hand and grunted.
Turkey didn't understand, he lifted his hand from the bar and stared at it, hoping to discover that which the gaurd referred to, maybe a birthmark?
The gaurd came over and took his hand hitting Turkey upside the head with it.
"You're a frikkin Injun!"
The realization flooded Turkey's eyes. He had never thought of things in those terms. The world was unused to thinking in such terms.
"So I can be arrested for being born to the wrong mother?"
The gaurd laughed heartily.
"You're being arrested for more than that," the gaurd lifted his sheet of paper to see what exactly this young man was imprisoned for," S.... Sq, oh yes, here we go."
He presented the paper to Squarking Turkey.
"A Speeding violation! I've been locked in this God Awful place for days without a decent meal or a bath for a speeding violation?!"
The gaurd nodded, unsurprised. The world must have gone mad.
"This is far from the worst place you'll see. In time, you will look back longingly at your days here."
The young man's throat grew tense. He sat at his bed silently. The world must be mad.

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The Celtic tiger had it's eyes on England. Like the Iriquois the English had long lived on Celtic gifts. Brennus himself pushed the button to send the first missile To London, with love. He giggled maniacally as the death was displayed to him on a television screen. The newscaster seemed less excited.
"It is a dark, dark day in Brit..." Brennus turned off the television and began to order the troops to move. Britain would give them a step to Russia, the worlds other power. One day, all of earth would bow to Brennus. Brennus the great, Brennus the mad.