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Bit late to question dude.
Blood of the Frontier (CK2) Completed.
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I questioned a lot earlier, but I probably should've name dropped to get a response. I'd still like to hear your reasoning as to what would stop them from becoming martyrs.
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I expressed that just last page.
Defense of Yamatau Part 1: To Victory
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Defense of Yamatau Part 1: To Victory
Alfonso gritted his teeth as he tightened his grip on his shield. His hastily planned formation was all he could think of at the moment. But it would be enough. It had to be.
The rabble in front of him was nothing more than half clothed barbarians, worked hard for days and filled with determination to not just escape, but to destroy as much as they could. This was the thanks you got for showing mercy to these bastards. If it were up to you, you would have killed the lot of them, placed their heads on pikes and mounted their headless bodies onto crosses around the field.
Sure, it may have wasted time, but it would have struck fear into the hearts of those that would attack you.
But it was too late to dwell on the past and what could have been. You wanted to end this quickly. And as much as you begrudgingly had to admit it, you were going to take as many as you could alive.
It was the orders of that lad Vasily trusted, Phillip you think the name was. And if Vasily trusted him with command, you would trust his judgment.
"Listen up lads!" He shouted. "We showed them the mercy of defeated warriors, they were kept alive by right of honor and dignity! They were not dogs or pigs to be slaughtered then, and despite all sorts of horse shit, neither are they now." There was some muttering amongst the men. "Oh shut up! Right now, our enemy is outside the walls, and for the love of god, we will fight them! Now let's deal with these fucks so we can fight the real fight!"
Morale Roll:1D100 => 80
Morale increased by 5.
Current Morale: 100/100 (Unshakable)
All flanks Gain this effect for the rest of the Defense: Unshakable: Your army will never yield to the enemy and it will never back down either. (+20 to all battle rolls. All allied battlefield duelers gain a +5 to their rolls)
The Wall is already unshakable due to leaders on the wall.
Your men cheered and gathered into a shield wall. They had to bring this unruly mob to heel. And plenty of more men to kill.
(POV Change)
Philip could feel the cold wind bite his face and shivered. He was still not used to the cold. Dressed in warm belts and a thicker uniform, he should have been warm. The dread was still there, gnawing at his skull, trying to make him lose focus, his nerve. The sound from behind him was something he wanted to focus on.
But he narrowed his eyes and looked at the horde beyond the wall. That was where the real enemy was, and he needed to focus all his energy on that if they were going to survive. It was like a sea of men holding their own, waiting for the order to charge.
"How many do you think there are out there?" You asked.
Vasily was the one who answered. "Why does that matter? We're going to kill them."
"Humor me, Vasily." Philip replied with a frown. Vasily was shaking with rage, he could see it in Vasily's hands. They were closed so tight that you could see the blood leaking from his hands.
"My estimate?" Vasily mused. "All the Mongol warriors on the steppe. Every man, boy, and wizened elder still able to ride a horse."
"Damn," Philip whispered. "And they've all come to us."
"Are you afraid?" Vasily asked.
"No," Philip replied. "Are you?"
Vasily's grip on his sword loosened, and he sighed. "I'm scared for Zima."
"I understand." Philip was lying, of course. He had never loved anyone to the level of reverential obsession that Vasily did. Not entirely at least. "Do you need to be with her?"
"No," Vasily replied sternly. "I'll be better suited protecting her here, not by my wife's side."
You nodded and walked away, towards the cannoneers and Ionnos. To the artillerymen, it was eerily quiet, the battle behind them completely muted from the stress of the front.
"Ionnos." Philip stood behind him. "Is everything ready?"
Ionnos nodded at the cannoneers that he was briefing. "We're in an elevated position, so we'll be able to fire at a longer range, take that into account when firing and remember our line of fire."
"Ionnos." Philip said the man's name again.
Ionnos turned and shook his head. "Philip, I need a little more time to brief my men, so this better be important."
"It is," Phillip stated. "Are they ready?"
"The crews," Ionnos pointed at his men. "are all ready. Your insane plan to light a fire in the middle of the Steppes and expect it to burn the Mongols away?" He pointed to the steppes that surrounded the fort. "Requires a fucking miracle. The wind isn't blowing the way we want it, the smoke will carry over on top of us and block my men's field of vision. And that's not counting whether the fields will light once our fireballs hit the ground…." Ionnos sighed. "You're gambling on God to help us with this plan and he ain't looking at us favorably."
"It's the only one we have," Philip stated. "And trying to kill the Khan at this range is impossible, you said it yourself, so don't try and change the plan on me."
Ionnos sighed. "You better hope this fucking works. Or your plan might kill us all."
"Let me worry about the plan. Just be ready for my signal." Philip replied as he stared at the Mongol horde. He just needed them to move just a little bit closer.
(POV Change)
David gritted his teeth. The prisoners were mere feet away from his lines, tossing taunts, insults and other sorts of random objects at your line of shields. No one was hurt, not yet at least.
He just needed to wait for the archers to unleash their volley onto them before you continued.
Gavin better hurry. You needed to deal with this now.
And then you saw the shadows pass overhead. Thousands of arrows in the sky, and for a moment, David thought he was going to die from Mongol Arrow fire.
And then the arrows struck the enemy, and you were reminded of the Cossacks.
To Blot out the Sun: Right Flank Tactical Roll: 1D100 => 53+20=73 vs 1D100 => 21
Enemy Troops Lost: 1D1000 => 726
Enemy Mob Morale decreased by 20
Current enemy Morale: 60/100
Enemy Troops remaining: 24,284
As the arrows stopped firing, David took his que. "Line! Twenty paces forward! Take these bastards down!"
His men tightened their formation and marched forward, following David's lead. Alfonso's line was doing exactly the same thing his line was doing. You were moving in together as a collective, a single mass of disciplined soldiers.
And when his line reached them, Alfonso and David's men let their anger become known.
Left Flank and Center Tactical Roll: 1D100 => 88+20=108 vs 1D100 => 1
Enemy troops lost: 1D1000 => 846
Friendly troops lost:1D100 => 25
Enemy Mob morale decreased by 30
Current Enemy Mob Morale: 30/100
Enemy Surrender Roll: 1D100 => 50 vs 1D100 => 25
Enemy rioters have surrendered.
(POV Change)
Philip was ready, even though he had no damned right to be if he were under the command of another commander and if he did not have one of the most elite team of commanders in the Empire.
The Mongols had set up their camps on the flat valley, between two smaller hills that they thought could provide a height advantage to their archers in the event of a sally, and to protect their camps from any artillery that you may have had.
They were right on the first part, but not on the second. The grass around the entire fortress was dry from an uncommonly dry summer and fall. Perfect tinder for a fire to start, and once lit, would be impossible to put out. Or control.
And that valley was in range of your artillery.
"Ionnos." You called your artillery master's name. He simply nodded.
"Fire." You ordered.
The Wall Defense Artillery Tactical Roll: 1D100 => 87+35=112 vs 1D100 => 10+40=50
Enemy casualties inflicted: Unknown due to lack of line of sight on the army.
No allied morale penalty due to artillery leader trait
Enemy Morale failed to decrease due to commanders traits.
Enemy morale 100/100
The catapults on the wall, for the most part, overshot the Mongol camp, with only a few hitting it directly. But the dry steppe was set ablaze, and soon the entire valley had caught alight, smoke rose over the hillside like a solid wall of black with flecks of red. The Mongol camp was completely obscured.
Then Phillip felt the wind on his face. It had changed direction. The wind was blowing towards the fort.
Philip saw him. From this far away it was like he was a piece of ash gliding in the wind. And then he heard the screams of tens of thousands of warriors.
The sea of men and horses were being followed closely by the raging inferno that was part of Philip's battle strategy.
He had thought it would cause disorganization among the Mongols, to force them to try and put out the fires while you dealt with the prisoners on the inside. Instead, it trapped them inside with them all, destroyed their camp and supplies, and driven them into a rage only men doomed to die possess.
And with the fires licking at their heels, coming ever so closer to your fort, it was like the Mongols were demons charging straight out of hell itself.
End Part one of the Defense.
Troops that were battling the prisoners are now in reserve.
Would you like to change tactics?:
[]Yes
[]No
AN: Enjoy.
Alfonso gritted his teeth as he tightened his grip on his shield. His hastily planned formation was all he could think of at the moment. But it would be enough. It had to be.
The rabble in front of him was nothing more than half clothed barbarians, worked hard for days and filled with determination to not just escape, but to destroy as much as they could. This was the thanks you got for showing mercy to these bastards. If it were up to you, you would have killed the lot of them, placed their heads on pikes and mounted their headless bodies onto crosses around the field.
Sure, it may have wasted time, but it would have struck fear into the hearts of those that would attack you.
But it was too late to dwell on the past and what could have been. You wanted to end this quickly. And as much as you begrudgingly had to admit it, you were going to take as many as you could alive.
It was the orders of that lad Vasily trusted, Phillip you think the name was. And if Vasily trusted him with command, you would trust his judgment.
"Listen up lads!" He shouted. "We showed them the mercy of defeated warriors, they were kept alive by right of honor and dignity! They were not dogs or pigs to be slaughtered then, and despite all sorts of horse shit, neither are they now." There was some muttering amongst the men. "Oh shut up! Right now, our enemy is outside the walls, and for the love of god, we will fight them! Now let's deal with these fucks so we can fight the real fight!"
Morale Roll:1D100 => 80
Morale increased by 5.
Current Morale: 100/100 (Unshakable)
All flanks Gain this effect for the rest of the Defense: Unshakable: Your army will never yield to the enemy and it will never back down either. (+20 to all battle rolls. All allied battlefield duelers gain a +5 to their rolls)
The Wall is already unshakable due to leaders on the wall.
Your men cheered and gathered into a shield wall. They had to bring this unruly mob to heel. And plenty of more men to kill.
(POV Change)
Philip could feel the cold wind bite his face and shivered. He was still not used to the cold. Dressed in warm belts and a thicker uniform, he should have been warm. The dread was still there, gnawing at his skull, trying to make him lose focus, his nerve. The sound from behind him was something he wanted to focus on.
But he narrowed his eyes and looked at the horde beyond the wall. That was where the real enemy was, and he needed to focus all his energy on that if they were going to survive. It was like a sea of men holding their own, waiting for the order to charge.
"How many do you think there are out there?" You asked.
Vasily was the one who answered. "Why does that matter? We're going to kill them."
"Humor me, Vasily." Philip replied with a frown. Vasily was shaking with rage, he could see it in Vasily's hands. They were closed so tight that you could see the blood leaking from his hands.
"My estimate?" Vasily mused. "All the Mongol warriors on the steppe. Every man, boy, and wizened elder still able to ride a horse."
"Damn," Philip whispered. "And they've all come to us."
"Are you afraid?" Vasily asked.
"No," Philip replied. "Are you?"
Vasily's grip on his sword loosened, and he sighed. "I'm scared for Zima."
"I understand." Philip was lying, of course. He had never loved anyone to the level of reverential obsession that Vasily did. Not entirely at least. "Do you need to be with her?"
"No," Vasily replied sternly. "I'll be better suited protecting her here, not by my wife's side."
You nodded and walked away, towards the cannoneers and Ionnos. To the artillerymen, it was eerily quiet, the battle behind them completely muted from the stress of the front.
"Ionnos." Philip stood behind him. "Is everything ready?"
Ionnos nodded at the cannoneers that he was briefing. "We're in an elevated position, so we'll be able to fire at a longer range, take that into account when firing and remember our line of fire."
"Ionnos." Philip said the man's name again.
Ionnos turned and shook his head. "Philip, I need a little more time to brief my men, so this better be important."
"It is," Phillip stated. "Are they ready?"
"The crews," Ionnos pointed at his men. "are all ready. Your insane plan to light a fire in the middle of the Steppes and expect it to burn the Mongols away?" He pointed to the steppes that surrounded the fort. "Requires a fucking miracle. The wind isn't blowing the way we want it, the smoke will carry over on top of us and block my men's field of vision. And that's not counting whether the fields will light once our fireballs hit the ground…." Ionnos sighed. "You're gambling on God to help us with this plan and he ain't looking at us favorably."
"It's the only one we have," Philip stated. "And trying to kill the Khan at this range is impossible, you said it yourself, so don't try and change the plan on me."
Ionnos sighed. "You better hope this fucking works. Or your plan might kill us all."
"Let me worry about the plan. Just be ready for my signal." Philip replied as he stared at the Mongol horde. He just needed them to move just a little bit closer.
(POV Change)
David gritted his teeth. The prisoners were mere feet away from his lines, tossing taunts, insults and other sorts of random objects at your line of shields. No one was hurt, not yet at least.
He just needed to wait for the archers to unleash their volley onto them before you continued.
Gavin better hurry. You needed to deal with this now.
And then you saw the shadows pass overhead. Thousands of arrows in the sky, and for a moment, David thought he was going to die from Mongol Arrow fire.
And then the arrows struck the enemy, and you were reminded of the Cossacks.
To Blot out the Sun: Right Flank Tactical Roll: 1D100 => 53+20=73 vs 1D100 => 21
Enemy Troops Lost: 1D1000 => 726
Enemy Mob Morale decreased by 20
Current enemy Morale: 60/100
Enemy Troops remaining: 24,284
As the arrows stopped firing, David took his que. "Line! Twenty paces forward! Take these bastards down!"
His men tightened their formation and marched forward, following David's lead. Alfonso's line was doing exactly the same thing his line was doing. You were moving in together as a collective, a single mass of disciplined soldiers.
And when his line reached them, Alfonso and David's men let their anger become known.
Left Flank and Center Tactical Roll: 1D100 => 88+20=108 vs 1D100 => 1
Enemy troops lost: 1D1000 => 846
Friendly troops lost:1D100 => 25
Enemy Mob morale decreased by 30
Current Enemy Mob Morale: 30/100
Enemy Surrender Roll: 1D100 => 50 vs 1D100 => 25
Enemy rioters have surrendered.
(POV Change)
Philip was ready, even though he had no damned right to be if he were under the command of another commander and if he did not have one of the most elite team of commanders in the Empire.
The Mongols had set up their camps on the flat valley, between two smaller hills that they thought could provide a height advantage to their archers in the event of a sally, and to protect their camps from any artillery that you may have had.
They were right on the first part, but not on the second. The grass around the entire fortress was dry from an uncommonly dry summer and fall. Perfect tinder for a fire to start, and once lit, would be impossible to put out. Or control.
And that valley was in range of your artillery.
"Ionnos." You called your artillery master's name. He simply nodded.
"Fire." You ordered.
The Wall Defense Artillery Tactical Roll: 1D100 => 87+35=112 vs 1D100 => 10+40=50
Enemy casualties inflicted: Unknown due to lack of line of sight on the army.
No allied morale penalty due to artillery leader trait
Enemy Morale failed to decrease due to commanders traits.
Enemy morale 100/100
The catapults on the wall, for the most part, overshot the Mongol camp, with only a few hitting it directly. But the dry steppe was set ablaze, and soon the entire valley had caught alight, smoke rose over the hillside like a solid wall of black with flecks of red. The Mongol camp was completely obscured.
Then Phillip felt the wind on his face. It had changed direction. The wind was blowing towards the fort.
Philip saw him. From this far away it was like he was a piece of ash gliding in the wind. And then he heard the screams of tens of thousands of warriors.
The sea of men and horses were being followed closely by the raging inferno that was part of Philip's battle strategy.
He had thought it would cause disorganization among the Mongols, to force them to try and put out the fires while you dealt with the prisoners on the inside. Instead, it trapped them inside with them all, destroyed their camp and supplies, and driven them into a rage only men doomed to die possess.
And with the fires licking at their heels, coming ever so closer to your fort, it was like the Mongols were demons charging straight out of hell itself.
End Part one of the Defense.
Troops that were battling the prisoners are now in reserve.
Would you like to change tactics?:
[]Yes
[]No
AN: Enjoy.
Always Late
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Well they're certainly motivated.
Means more time before the next war after we kill them all.
Yup. The one who's everything to him.
Vasily is a bit of a yandere, the kind of boyfriend who's way too clingy.
Or a crit.
Well...
What I'd tell ya'll? Easy pickings.
... did not expect that quick a resolution. Well then, time to get the horses out an-
... wait. Something's not right.
Oh shit.
Uh...
Ionnos, I don't think this is what you meant.
Basically, this is our situation right now:
At best, we just made sure the Mongols can't retreat, thus making them fight to the death. At worst, we just prevented our own cavalry from sallying, lest they be caught in the firestorm.
[X]YesyesyesyesDOITNOW!
if we can kill the Great Khan with cannon fire, we can take out alot of buffs. We can't make the army surrender, but maybe we can hit their chain of command.
Magoose
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Meanwhile in the Mongols Quest universe:
"SON OF A BITCH JUST DESTROYED EVERYTHING AND HE BLOCKED OUR RETREAT! Oh, screw it, CHARGE!
[X] Yes
Yeah, the only possible way out of this one is to break their morale and that's just not happening while the Khan is alive.
Yeah, the only possible way out of this one is to break their morale and that's just not happening while the Khan is alive.
Dovahsith
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Vlad is a scrub in this quest.But I'm sure some of you are wondering something: Where in the world is Vlad Tepes?
Edit: Well I'm not telling.
He may, at some point become useful when the Crusades happen, until then he's either gotten in the way or done nothing of use.
[X] Yes
TimEd
Meteor maker
too busy acting like a vampire i believe.Where in the world is Vlad Tepes
Grass fires burn hot, fast and out. The wall of flame is actually quite thin.
The fire will pass through the horde and round the fort without doing that much damage. Nasty burns but there will be more killed by panicked horses than directly by the flame. The walls are too solid to catch.
Sallies will be perfectly possible in round 3.
The fire will pass through the horde and round the fort without doing that much damage. Nasty burns but there will be more killed by panicked horses than directly by the flame. The walls are too solid to catch.
Sallies will be perfectly possible in round 3.
Always Late
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That's not really the intent, tho. This is more a brush fire, the killing kind.
It's described as dry grass and dry steppe, i.e. grassland. A man dressed in armour, leather and wool is best served by covering his eyes, holding his breath and running straight through.
Always Late
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Yeah. But it's still a massive wildfire that's driving the Mongols before them. And being nomads, they'd know the kinds of fires one would experience on the steppe.
So rather than refutation, maybe you should focus on... explanations.
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[X] Yes
Annihilate him with cannon fire!
Edit: The Nagavirce for the mongols will be glorious.
Annihilate him with cannon fire!
Edit: The Nagavirce for the mongols will be glorious.
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[X] Yes
They're all here. They have no way out.
The Mongol Horde ends today.
Glad to see we wrecked the prisoners effortlessly too, they might have caused problems.
They're all here. They have no way out.
The Mongol Horde ends today.
Glad to see we wrecked the prisoners effortlessly too, they might have caused problems.
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[X] Yes
"Throw your soldiers into positions whence there is no escape, and they will prefer death to flight." -Sun Tzu
I really hope we have numbers on our side.
"Throw your soldiers into positions whence there is no escape, and they will prefer death to flight." -Sun Tzu
Welp, our artillery's about to become useless.
I really hope we have numbers on our side.
Well, for one thing the camp is enough extra fuel that it would be death to stay inside.
For another it's hard to get a horse that's already moving away from the fire because you fled the camp to turn around and leap though.
Even if you aren't hurt your horse may be and your bow and arrows might be damaged - all that will make it harder to fight subsequently so better to do what you can before then.
If some leap through and some don't then the order of battle will be disrupted and the Rus will have an easier time killing you.
If we all charge together maybe we'll carry the wall fast enough to not get burned at all.
The defenders will have smoke in their eyes.
Fuck those guys they've left us without supplies on land that's already been pillaged once and this is going to hurt - lets kill them.
Which is to say, with the fire at their backs this charge will not be broken by ranged firepower. Also, beneath our walls is a relatively good place to be caught by the fire, with trampled ground and any scrub cut back for the sake of the kill zone. So my prediction is that the fire will hurt nearly all of them but drop relatively few. It's the sort of thing that will weaken them as time goes on, between that and the destruction of the supplies and shelter of the camp they cannot hope to besiege us and even running for safe territory is risky. It's win by assault or nothing.
Sallies will be difficult by virtue of the sheer pressure on the gates but not made impossible by fire.
For another it's hard to get a horse that's already moving away from the fire because you fled the camp to turn around and leap though.
Even if you aren't hurt your horse may be and your bow and arrows might be damaged - all that will make it harder to fight subsequently so better to do what you can before then.
If some leap through and some don't then the order of battle will be disrupted and the Rus will have an easier time killing you.
If we all charge together maybe we'll carry the wall fast enough to not get burned at all.
The defenders will have smoke in their eyes.
Fuck those guys they've left us without supplies on land that's already been pillaged once and this is going to hurt - lets kill them.
Which is to say, with the fire at their backs this charge will not be broken by ranged firepower. Also, beneath our walls is a relatively good place to be caught by the fire, with trampled ground and any scrub cut back for the sake of the kill zone. So my prediction is that the fire will hurt nearly all of them but drop relatively few. It's the sort of thing that will weaken them as time goes on, between that and the destruction of the supplies and shelter of the camp they cannot hope to besiege us and even running for safe territory is risky. It's win by assault or nothing.
Sallies will be difficult by virtue of the sheer pressure on the gates but not made impossible by fire.
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I really hope this isn't the case, actually. The last thing we want right now is for our own walls (which I believe are wooden) to be set alight. If we lose those we're going to be in a good deal of trouble, and if we fail to kill the Great Khan as well, we'd most likely be doomed.
Cybandeath
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[X] Yes