The 7 Queens

[Prince Jason]

nice addition! perhaps the best one! Fighting scenese were done like a pro!

Jason

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Great stuff like PJ says.

[Centauri18]

And I agree with the fact that CivFanatics has gotten stingy when it comes to its stories. Only one person replied when I posted Pax America over there. And they really seem to ignore your story when it isn't actually based on a game. It truly sucks.

[SKILORD]

Awesome EQ.... Awesome.

[EQandCivfanatic]

Thebes, Egypt-

The carridge rattled down the brick street past the Workshop built by a great inventor, past the great temples and libraries, and past the Great Hanging Gardens. The goal of the carridge was not any of these magnificent places, but instead the greatest building in all the World, the Palace of Cleopatra. Not even the Great Library of Madrid could equal the wealth and stature of the Palace.

Ramses was nervous. Very few men besides the bodygaurds of the Queen had ever entered the Palace in all its history, starting even when it was only a cave carved into the hillside. Rumors of the interior of the Palace and what it was like in there was the oft fantasy of many young Thebian boys, who all at one point or another gone on bets or dares to try to get inside, only to be brushed aside by the bodyguards, which just increased the rumors and fantasies. Now Ramses was to go there for the greatest honor that any Egyptian could ever have. He was to be given the Medallian of Anubis, which granted the immortality of the rulers of the world to the bearer of it.

-Later-

Ramses felt the gentle weight of the medallian upon his shoulders as he knelt before Cleopatra the True. The ceremony had been brief and this time there was to be no reception, no crowd of Thebian nobles, and no constant handshakes with others. He had been called to Thebes for business.

He was now in the "war room" of Egypt, deep within the section of the Palace in which the foundations had been laid. This was the actual cave where Cleopatra first led from.

"General Ramses," said Cleopatra the Warrior,"As I have been called to serve my mother by negiotating with the Greeks who have been threatening us for some time, I will be leaving full command of Egypt's armies to you. Your successful planning and tactics at the Battles of Orleans, Tours, and Lyons shows that you are indeed the best candidate for the job, which is the reason you have been chosen for the Medal you now wear."

She layed a map of the Franco-Egyptian penninsula in front of Ramses, markers showing the positions of the Egyptian and known French armies. She began a flowery speech to Ramses on how the Egyptians would conquer and so on and so forth,

The map showed a advantagous position to the Egyptians. With the recent capture of Lyons and the French Iron supply, the great armies of French swordsmen had begun to dry up and the army garrisoning Orleans had been greatly relieved as the French began sending easily repulsable horsemen and archers against the dug in Pikemen and Longbowmen behind the great city walls. Occasional attempts had been made by the French to regain the towns of Tours and Lyons, but the modern Egyptian army, well equiped with Medieval Infantry and the occasional Knights were easily able to repulse them. The Great Lighthouse of Lyons provided the Egyptian navy with a benefit and many French galleys had already been sent to the bottom of the Mediteranean Basin.

"....you for your time and pateince General," said Cleopatra, drawing him out of his study of the tectical situation. "Hopefully we can capture Paris itself within a few days?" "One can only hope, my lady," replyed Ramses, "My men are ready to fight." As Cleopatra left Ramses returned to the map to plan the war.

Striding away from the Palace to his carrige waiting to take him home to his wife who was sick and dying from a disease that had been spreading around the city, Ramses was mentally preparing himself to see his wife and sons after 20 years of campaigning against the French.

Far above him at the top of the Hanging Gardens, a shadow watched like a bird of prey waiting for its chance to strike. "It is almost time, Ramses," the figure whispered, "Almost time."

OOC: Thanks for the encouragement from y'all.

[vovan]

Quite an enjoyable chapter, that last one is. Keep up the quality, and bring up the frequency a notch.

[SKILORD]

damn vova, you beat me.

Yeah EQ, it was quite nice

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Super Dooper

[Prince Jason]

nice eq

Jason

[EQandCivfanatic]

I'm going on vacation for the weekend. Most likely I'll end up writing the rest of this story (or at least as far as me and Jason have played) this weekend, so frequent additions should begin.

[EQandCivfanatic]

OOC: back from vacation and ready to write yet another chapter. I think I will have to separate this into a trilogy or greater as there will most likely be a huge gap as I am just about where me and Jason have left off on the game.


-Paris, France-

The Egyptian catapult shot continued to fall upon the people of Paris. Rock after rock crushed the buildings and people of Paris. The walls of the city had continued to hold steadfastedly against the shot. Being the strongest fortifications ever built in the known world, even the largest rocks the Egyptians managed to hurl against the city just bounced off. The French continually responded with their own catapults from the center of the city, killing many of the Egyptian beseigers.

Admist this confusion on the 1238th day of the seige in the midst of the night, a dark figure strode across the Great Plaza of Paris through the shadows cast by the black shapes of the buildings around him. In what was once the great marketplace of Paris, which bustled nonstop day and night with merchants from across the known world, there was no sign of life except for a pack of stray dogs fighting over what appeared to be a dead body lying in the street and the occasional flutter of curtains in the houses nearby as the frightened townsfolk stared out wondering if they were to be the next to be killed by a stray catapult shot.

The figure walked across the Plaza toward the gate where the final French swordsman regiment were desperately holding against the Egyptian onslaught, besieged by arrows, battering rams, and catapult shot. Even now yet another regiment of Egyptians was pounding at the gate.

Drawing his sword the figure charged the gate. Unaware at first of what was happening, three of the French swordsmen fell quickly to the blade. Not all of them could turn to face the new threat as they still needed to brace the gates to prevent the Egyptians from breaking through. A nearby swordsman clumsily tried to counter the unexpected attack, but was quickly impaled by the blade.

Furious at this almost 20 swordsmen charged the figure, most to be cut down by the blade which seemed because of the shadows to be without an owner, cutting and slashing through the weak French armor in a great dance of death. By the end no Frenchman remained standing to face the dark figure and his sword.

To the great surprise of the Egyptian troops at the gate, and to the ones who were hurling themselves at it in a desperate attempt to ram it down great misfortune, the gates swung open to the Egyptians who were greatly surprised to see those resisting already dead.

With a great cheer, the Egyptians charged into the city.

The great city and French capitol of Paris had fallen, the war would soon be over.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Nice but short ! anyways looking forward to the next stage of this wonderous saga.

[EQandCivfanatic]

-Paris, France-

"4 Pharohs and 2 Queens, full house, i win," said the soldier. "Damn, I had a striaght. Damn your Memphis luck," said Ramses, setting the men arround the table into laughter. People from Memphis were well known to be the most skilled gamblers in the world, having many casinos built around the city.

Ramses was sitting around a table with 3 of his men, playing the game of poker which had migrated to Egypt from Spain. Of course, the rules changed a little, from 5 cards to 6 as well as the Pharoh taking place of the Queen and the Queen taking place of the King. His luck had been good tonight, winning a home in Paris as well as a good deal of gold. Of course, he was wealthy enough already. He played these poker games to mingle with his men, see how they were faring in life, and to raise their spirits somewhat.

"Well, I've won enough tonight, I am going back to headquarters now," said Ramses, rising from the table. " I wish you win luck and good winnings, gentlemen." Muttering thanks to Ramses the Egyptians returned to their game.

Leaving the brightly lit bar and entering into the darkness of the alleys and streets of Paris, Ramses began the mile walk across town to his headquarters in the ruins of the Palace.

Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps in a nearby alley. As curfew was upon the citizens of Egypt, this could mean no good, thought Ramses, drawing his sword and moving towards the sound. The French resistence had been active recently, stirring up unrest and occasionally riots. It took 3 regiments of the new muskets to keep the city under control.

Causously entering the alley, Ramses felt cold steel underneath his neck. "Surprising General, that a man such as yourself could be caught off guard by such a simple trick. I thought you were above that." Coming out of the shadow in which she had been hiding was Joan the Fighter, looking not a day older than she did when they had met in Orleans at the final battle outside the palace and just as well armed.


OOC: Will be continued tomorrow.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Cracking stuff

[vovan]

Kinda on the short side, but thumbs up on this, any way.