Luminous
God Save The Queen
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- Victoria, BC, Canada
Typically with these kinds of things, the one with the army's support usually wins.
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Blood of the Frontier (CK2) Completed.
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Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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Damian45
Only Sane Man
Hmm. Lets see, who are the major powers who could be trying to fuck us over through intrigue? The Mongols are auto-excluded for being the Mongols.
The Papacy seems dickish enough to have infidels kill us to try to reduce our power in comparison. The sultanate would have religious and cultural reasons to try and kill us.
Western Europe can mostly be excluded by way of not giving a shit till the horses are stamping them on the face personally.
China in revenge, maybe? Also not discounting internal problems, like ambitious people who are jockeying for power in the middle of a war with the fucking Mongols. Not sure what else.
The Papacy seems dickish enough to have infidels kill us to try to reduce our power in comparison. The sultanate would have religious and cultural reasons to try and kill us.
Western Europe can mostly be excluded by way of not giving a shit till the horses are stamping them on the face personally.
China in revenge, maybe? Also not discounting internal problems, like ambitious people who are jockeying for power in the middle of a war with the fucking Mongols. Not sure what else.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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Issue is, Papacy ain't stupid. We die, the Mongols who sure as shit are infidels come in and kill them all.
Damian45
Only Sane Man
The papacy in general, yes, but what about the pope who doesn't like us? He's playing power games, we don't what games, but he's playing them.
Magoose
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Well, you're not wrong. This timeline having two branches of Christianity living underneath the same empire vying for control of powerful people could have been an interesting starting scenario, if I had another two months to research and plan.
Always Late
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- Location
- Ohio
Considering that was a large part of what brought down the old Roman Empire, letting the Arian Christian Germanics settle in Roman lands, it would have bumped the difficulty up a tad.
Messages Sent, With Steel and Blood
Magoose
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Messages Sent, With Steel and Blood
(Teju POV)
The winter snows were almost seven feet deep, and you cursed at yourself for being too greedy. Naranbaatar was expecting you back before the first snows touch the ground so he could receive your scouting reports.
Nothing had changed during your raids, so you had not seen any reason to rush back to your brother and great khan. The Russians were still disorganized, weak, and running away from your men's onslaught. The mighty churches were barely laden with gold. After years of constant sacking, it was all gone.
The towns that had once been prosperous when your clan started raiding decades prior, were nothing more than tiny hamlets of a dozen or so people, with tiny huts surrounding a small church inside a wooden wall that did nothing to stop your arrows or your men. The churches, the one place in the hamlets that had anything of value in years past, now had nothing in it but tiny stone statues, wooden carvings, and that holy bible that preached of salvation.
Your men expected spoils for their hard riding. Gold, women, and finery to make it all worth it. So you pushed inwards, farther than any of your clan had ever gone before. Where the lands were greener, healthier, and more populous than the lands further east. It was magnificent.
The spoils were grander than what you had ever taken in your previous raids.
But you failed to follow the moons, and the time flew past you. Winter came and you felt the grips of winter touching the land.
You hurried east, trying to beat the winter and make it back to your tribe before the snows slow you down. And possibly forces you to abandon your loot.
Then the blizzards hit, stopping any march that you could have made it in its tracks. The snow fell like rain, unending, building up onto the ground with such speed that it was impossible to continue onwards.
So you had to wait. And wait you did, in a tiny burned hamlet, with its tiny church, falling walls, and burned houses.
Thankfully your scouts told you that the Russians would not be able to mount any sort of counter attack during winter. None of the commanders that the empire had would have the balls to risk their armies in the brutal time of year.
Your men were tired, so you would let them rest, and you hoped that the snows would lessen, and you could carry on with your journey.
That was your first mistake. For the past month, your men were fine, until your men grew bored of the waiting, and started fighting each other for their spoils. Their lack of discipline was showing.
You could only hope that after this blizzard, you could continue your march back home.
(No POV)
Outside the village, Ashford Starson wanted to swear at the moon and at the man who was his liege. Laying down in the snow was not how he planned to spend the last three days. He had expected to stand by the fire with the rest of his compatriots, waiting for the order to attack the Mongols.
Their clothes and armor were wrapped in large white banners, to better blend into the snow. Ash thinks it's working, if only because the Mongols hadn't suspected them in their long sit waiting for more favorable weather.
The only thing he wanted to complain about was the lack of warmth, and lack of protection that the wind and the falling snow.
All he wanted was a lass to warm his bed. He could see her now. A fiery lass whose hair was bright red, kissed by fire as his old master used to say. The lass was smaller than him, with a smile that showed pearly white teeth. Her kiss...
"Ash… stay awake." Wilhelm said as he shocks Ashford's shoulder.
"I am awake ya cunt," Ash replied sourly, as Wilhelm broke his daydream. He had barely noticed the face he made in the snow. And the yellow snow and the wet stain on his pants. "Fuck." He could now feel the chill of the wind send a shiver up his body.
"Hey now, I'm not one to judge. Just keep your cock in your pants." Wilhelm said with a chuckle.
"Fuck you." Ash said, shoving some snow onto Wilhelm.
Both men then looked towards the town. "See anything?" Ash asked.
"No. Just a few riders patrolling the outer wall and two men talking on the wall," Wilhelm replied. "They haven't sent any scouts out to investigate the area… They're just waiting and talking."
Ash saw what Wilhelm meant, the two Mongols were sitting on the wall talking.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Ash asked.
"I don't fucking know? Maybe they're talking about how to kill us?" Wilhelm replied. "But the patrols are acting strangely. They aren't going farther out to search for enemy scouts? And while you were sleeping, I circled around the back end of the hamlet. I saw fights breaking out among the men."
Ash frowned. "We should start heading back to camp now."
"We have to stay here for one more day." Wilhelm stated.
"And I don't want to freeze my cock off." Ash said.
Wilhelm sighed. "Fine. But you'r the one who's going to tell him."
"Fine… Bloody cunt." Ash whispered under his breath.
You waited for nightfall and scurried back to the camp.
(Vasily POV)
If there was one thing you were anxious about, it was the reports from your scouts. You needed to know if the Mongols were on the move, or were staying put to hide against the coming blizzard.
You didn't have much in the way of information about your enemy, or their commander. You had to be cautious, lest they would slip through your grasp and escape. Or worse, decimate your small force before your reinforcements could arrive to assist you.
Damn blizzards. You were lucky there was a break and had clear skies for the past few days for scouts to be sent. But it wouldn't last. It never did this far east.
"Prince Vasily!" A voice shouted and you looked up at the maps of the local area. "Wilhelm and Ashford are back!"
You stood up and peeked out of your tent to see your two bodyguards standing close to the fire, their clothes and armor wet from trudging through the snow. They were waiting to be called into your tent.
You narrowed your eyes. There were two reasons to be early: information that couldn't wait, or laziness.
You waved your hand and the two men walked towards your tent, your gaze intensely focused on them. When you sat down, you said, "You're back early."
There was an uncomfortable silence on Wilhelm and Ashford's end, as they both struggled for the words.
"Prince Vasily," Wilhelm spoke. "The reason we're back early is that the Mongols have set up their camp within the town center, and have only fortified the south and the west. Their patrols are stagnant, at intervals of every four hours before the men are switched."
"And?" You asked.
"Their morale is low." Ash replied.
"How so?" You asked. That was quite a bit of luck if that was true. But you didn't want to get your hopes up.
"From what we've seen, their discipline is wavering. From what we know about the Mongols patrol patterns, they change who is patrolling hourly, and their riders would patrol a much larger area. They just patrolled the outskirts and did not move anywhere near us." Wilhelm stated. "We managed to get pretty close to the walls before we fell back to a safer distance."
"The time to strike is now Vasily." Ash said with enthusiasm.
You sat down and looked at the map. "Tell the men we will be starting the march tomorrow."
That caused Wilhelm to protest. "Prince Vasily, there is a blizzard on the way."
You looked up to the men and said. "I hope there is a blizzard Wilhelm. Mongols can't fight what they can't see. Dismissed."
(No one's POV)
Vasily was pleased that the world grew darker as the army began to march and the wind bit at his face. The blizzard was coming. He could feel it in the air. The only thing he needed to do was get to a fighting position, and wait for the winds to white out the world.
But his reinforcements were delayed by the blizzard and the snows. With no help coming from General Fulks forces, 6,000 more Cavalry all he could do is push onwards towards the battle.
The march was long, taking most of the morning as his men had to trudge through freshly fallen snow. The fresh snow was nearly six feet deep, forcing calvary you had to dismount and lead their horses through in a single file line.
"Vasily." Vasily heard Jory say his name, causing him to turn around to face the old Scotsman. "I hope to god you know what you're fucking doing."
"I know exactly what I'm doing Jory. Now fall back in line." Vasily said cooly, his voice as cold as the snow that was falling.
When the village was barely in sight, Vasily ordered a battle line be drawn. Six rows of heavy and light infantry would be the front line, with the skirmishers behind them as support. The men of your bodyguards were dispersed among the units as commanders to ensure the attack retained focus and discipline. You had your limited calvary on the wings. Most of them were still trickling in from the column.
The plan was simple. Wait for the blizzard to white out the Mongol's vision, and then strike from all angles. That would be the easy part, as it seems the snow here was not nearly as deep. The hard part was knowing if the camouflage worked well enough to white themselves out in the blizzard.
The men were wearing white sheets of cloth over their armor, to better blend into the snow and the blizzard that was coming.
And judging from the strain on his eyes that it took just to overlook them, Vasily felt like he succeeded.
Behind him, he could see the raging snowstorm blow closer and closer. A minute passed, maybe two, before he shouted, "March!" as the blizzard overtook them.
The blizzard came at precisely the right time, and your men trudged along without any sound being made. The howling wind made sure of that, as even the loudest shouts would have been carried away.
Everyone knew exactly where they were going, how long they had to walk, how many paces to take, and how much they had to turn to put them in the general vicinity of their positions. The slow trudge made Vasily feel the anxiety that his men certainly felt right now. Each step bringing them closer to success or failure in Vasily's 'brilliant' plan.
Jory was willing to trust the boy's judgment because he tried to account for everything in his mind.
Ashford was cold and swearing on the inside for the battle to begin. That if he died he wanted to go to heaven, where he would no longer had to bother about anything. Not that he was in any hurry to go their of course. He still had things he needed to do. Women to bed… Mongols to fucking kill.
Wilhelm shared no reservations and was just quiet, thinking. He was scared but at the same time, he was thrilled. He was one step closer to getting home.
Alfonso was shivering, but his blood was burning. He wanted, no, needed, to kill these scum of the earth.
Ionos put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Stay behind me if you're scared." His comforting words may have reached Basilius. They may not have. But the hand squeeze was all he needed to understand.
The men started to split up, going towards the holes in the defenses, and the entrances. There had not been any sounds from the inside of the Mongol encampment. No shouts of intrusion, no warning from patrols or watchmen.
It was completely barren and quiet. And Vasily was quiet and concerned. He had trapped his men in a blizzard, gambling that the Mongols were trapped as well. If he didn't take the shelter the Mongols currently squatted in, his men's morale wouldn't last a march back in this kind of exposure, and many would succumb to the cold. His plan would have been a failure.
And he would have left Zima a widow.
(Meanwhile)
Teju felt uneasy. The blizzard had started, making visibility next to nothing. The patrols had come in, complaining that their efforts were going to be futile in the blizzard. He had granted the request for the men to sit by the fire and rest.
He wanted to relax, but he could not. Something was gnawing at his neck. As if something terrible was about to happen.
Then there was screaming. "URRAAA!"
(Outside)
"URRAAA!" The screams of seven thousand Russian warriors broke through the howling wind as they all ran forward into the small tents. The slaughter began.
The Mongols were completely unprepared for the ferocity and the close quarters battle that was now ensuing. The snow-covered men, blue and shivering like spirits of winter from their march, had descended upon them to kill with sword, ax, and bare hands. Those more spiritual fled immediately, trying to reach their horses to gain some semblance of control of their desperate situation. They were cut down by the men who were securing them.
The panic was complete a moment later.
Chaos reigned for almost an hour as the Russian forces took great care to make the Mongols that had traumatized their nation for decades felt the same fear that they had felt.
The Mongols who tried to fight were cut to pieces. The men who surrendered were torn apart by the bloodlust of individual vengeful Russian soldiers. Those who ran died with a blade in the back.
The one with the most kills to his name was Alfonso Jimena, with almost a hundred men crushed beneath his warhammer.
The raiding party, close to ten thousand in number, were cut down until scant a dozen were left. Those few only lived because Vasily Aristov thought them as important men he could use as negotiating tools.
And even Vasily might not be merciful.
(Vasily POV)
The men brought forward were the leaders of the raiding parties. You understood that at least to some, the bloodlust, the anger, the guilt, the joy of slaughtering the people that killed your own had subsided. For now.
Now you were standing in a ruined church the Mongols were using as a headquarters.
You stared at each of the men in front of you. "I want to speak with the leader of this raiding party." You stated it firmly.
You wanted to make sure you had something to trade for peace. Having a leader of a raiding party would be a start. Sure you had killed just about all the rest, but the Mongols never showed any mercy to your people, so why should you?
If anything, you were just as bloodthirsty as your men. Probably even more so, as you had exercised restraint to make sure you captured the leaders alive.
Then one of them stepped forward. "I am the leader." He stated plainly.
"What is your name?" You asked.
"Teju." He replied.
You glared into his eyes, before saying. "Kill the rest, he's the one we want."
There were pleas for mercy, of their connections, but they fell on your deaf ears, as eleven men had their throats slashed open by your soldiers.
"Teju. You are going to be a guest at my home. A guest for as long as I consider necessary until your great khan stops raiding my people." You stated.
"He-" Teju stopped. "He'll come if he knew his brother was in your hands. I do not know if he will talk."
You felt your blood boil in your veins. And a smile rose on your face. "I hope he does for your sake. Because if he does not, your fate will be the same as your men."
Teju fell silent. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He hoped his brother was too.
Reward: Teju of Clan Darmana has been captured. The raids have ceased due to a large group of raiders dying. Certain actions have received a +30 to success. Certain actions receive a +20 to success. Costs of certain actions are decreased by 50%. Relation with Russian lords has increased by 20. New Action available.
AN: Enjoy.
(Teju POV)
The winter snows were almost seven feet deep, and you cursed at yourself for being too greedy. Naranbaatar was expecting you back before the first snows touch the ground so he could receive your scouting reports.
Nothing had changed during your raids, so you had not seen any reason to rush back to your brother and great khan. The Russians were still disorganized, weak, and running away from your men's onslaught. The mighty churches were barely laden with gold. After years of constant sacking, it was all gone.
The towns that had once been prosperous when your clan started raiding decades prior, were nothing more than tiny hamlets of a dozen or so people, with tiny huts surrounding a small church inside a wooden wall that did nothing to stop your arrows or your men. The churches, the one place in the hamlets that had anything of value in years past, now had nothing in it but tiny stone statues, wooden carvings, and that holy bible that preached of salvation.
Your men expected spoils for their hard riding. Gold, women, and finery to make it all worth it. So you pushed inwards, farther than any of your clan had ever gone before. Where the lands were greener, healthier, and more populous than the lands further east. It was magnificent.
The spoils were grander than what you had ever taken in your previous raids.
But you failed to follow the moons, and the time flew past you. Winter came and you felt the grips of winter touching the land.
You hurried east, trying to beat the winter and make it back to your tribe before the snows slow you down. And possibly forces you to abandon your loot.
Then the blizzards hit, stopping any march that you could have made it in its tracks. The snow fell like rain, unending, building up onto the ground with such speed that it was impossible to continue onwards.
So you had to wait. And wait you did, in a tiny burned hamlet, with its tiny church, falling walls, and burned houses.
Thankfully your scouts told you that the Russians would not be able to mount any sort of counter attack during winter. None of the commanders that the empire had would have the balls to risk their armies in the brutal time of year.
Your men were tired, so you would let them rest, and you hoped that the snows would lessen, and you could carry on with your journey.
That was your first mistake. For the past month, your men were fine, until your men grew bored of the waiting, and started fighting each other for their spoils. Their lack of discipline was showing.
You could only hope that after this blizzard, you could continue your march back home.
(No POV)
Outside the village, Ashford Starson wanted to swear at the moon and at the man who was his liege. Laying down in the snow was not how he planned to spend the last three days. He had expected to stand by the fire with the rest of his compatriots, waiting for the order to attack the Mongols.
Their clothes and armor were wrapped in large white banners, to better blend into the snow. Ash thinks it's working, if only because the Mongols hadn't suspected them in their long sit waiting for more favorable weather.
The only thing he wanted to complain about was the lack of warmth, and lack of protection that the wind and the falling snow.
All he wanted was a lass to warm his bed. He could see her now. A fiery lass whose hair was bright red, kissed by fire as his old master used to say. The lass was smaller than him, with a smile that showed pearly white teeth. Her kiss...
"Ash… stay awake." Wilhelm said as he shocks Ashford's shoulder.
"I am awake ya cunt," Ash replied sourly, as Wilhelm broke his daydream. He had barely noticed the face he made in the snow. And the yellow snow and the wet stain on his pants. "Fuck." He could now feel the chill of the wind send a shiver up his body.
"Hey now, I'm not one to judge. Just keep your cock in your pants." Wilhelm said with a chuckle.
"Fuck you." Ash said, shoving some snow onto Wilhelm.
Both men then looked towards the town. "See anything?" Ash asked.
"No. Just a few riders patrolling the outer wall and two men talking on the wall," Wilhelm replied. "They haven't sent any scouts out to investigate the area… They're just waiting and talking."
Ash saw what Wilhelm meant, the two Mongols were sitting on the wall talking.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Ash asked.
"I don't fucking know? Maybe they're talking about how to kill us?" Wilhelm replied. "But the patrols are acting strangely. They aren't going farther out to search for enemy scouts? And while you were sleeping, I circled around the back end of the hamlet. I saw fights breaking out among the men."
Ash frowned. "We should start heading back to camp now."
"We have to stay here for one more day." Wilhelm stated.
"And I don't want to freeze my cock off." Ash said.
Wilhelm sighed. "Fine. But you'r the one who's going to tell him."
"Fine… Bloody cunt." Ash whispered under his breath.
You waited for nightfall and scurried back to the camp.
(Vasily POV)
If there was one thing you were anxious about, it was the reports from your scouts. You needed to know if the Mongols were on the move, or were staying put to hide against the coming blizzard.
You didn't have much in the way of information about your enemy, or their commander. You had to be cautious, lest they would slip through your grasp and escape. Or worse, decimate your small force before your reinforcements could arrive to assist you.
Damn blizzards. You were lucky there was a break and had clear skies for the past few days for scouts to be sent. But it wouldn't last. It never did this far east.
"Prince Vasily!" A voice shouted and you looked up at the maps of the local area. "Wilhelm and Ashford are back!"
You stood up and peeked out of your tent to see your two bodyguards standing close to the fire, their clothes and armor wet from trudging through the snow. They were waiting to be called into your tent.
You narrowed your eyes. There were two reasons to be early: information that couldn't wait, or laziness.
You waved your hand and the two men walked towards your tent, your gaze intensely focused on them. When you sat down, you said, "You're back early."
There was an uncomfortable silence on Wilhelm and Ashford's end, as they both struggled for the words.
"Prince Vasily," Wilhelm spoke. "The reason we're back early is that the Mongols have set up their camp within the town center, and have only fortified the south and the west. Their patrols are stagnant, at intervals of every four hours before the men are switched."
"And?" You asked.
"Their morale is low." Ash replied.
"How so?" You asked. That was quite a bit of luck if that was true. But you didn't want to get your hopes up.
"From what we've seen, their discipline is wavering. From what we know about the Mongols patrol patterns, they change who is patrolling hourly, and their riders would patrol a much larger area. They just patrolled the outskirts and did not move anywhere near us." Wilhelm stated. "We managed to get pretty close to the walls before we fell back to a safer distance."
"The time to strike is now Vasily." Ash said with enthusiasm.
You sat down and looked at the map. "Tell the men we will be starting the march tomorrow."
That caused Wilhelm to protest. "Prince Vasily, there is a blizzard on the way."
You looked up to the men and said. "I hope there is a blizzard Wilhelm. Mongols can't fight what they can't see. Dismissed."
(No one's POV)
Vasily was pleased that the world grew darker as the army began to march and the wind bit at his face. The blizzard was coming. He could feel it in the air. The only thing he needed to do was get to a fighting position, and wait for the winds to white out the world.
But his reinforcements were delayed by the blizzard and the snows. With no help coming from General Fulks forces, 6,000 more Cavalry all he could do is push onwards towards the battle.
The march was long, taking most of the morning as his men had to trudge through freshly fallen snow. The fresh snow was nearly six feet deep, forcing calvary you had to dismount and lead their horses through in a single file line.
"Vasily." Vasily heard Jory say his name, causing him to turn around to face the old Scotsman. "I hope to god you know what you're fucking doing."
"I know exactly what I'm doing Jory. Now fall back in line." Vasily said cooly, his voice as cold as the snow that was falling.
When the village was barely in sight, Vasily ordered a battle line be drawn. Six rows of heavy and light infantry would be the front line, with the skirmishers behind them as support. The men of your bodyguards were dispersed among the units as commanders to ensure the attack retained focus and discipline. You had your limited calvary on the wings. Most of them were still trickling in from the column.
The plan was simple. Wait for the blizzard to white out the Mongol's vision, and then strike from all angles. That would be the easy part, as it seems the snow here was not nearly as deep. The hard part was knowing if the camouflage worked well enough to white themselves out in the blizzard.
The men were wearing white sheets of cloth over their armor, to better blend into the snow and the blizzard that was coming.
And judging from the strain on his eyes that it took just to overlook them, Vasily felt like he succeeded.
Behind him, he could see the raging snowstorm blow closer and closer. A minute passed, maybe two, before he shouted, "March!" as the blizzard overtook them.
The blizzard came at precisely the right time, and your men trudged along without any sound being made. The howling wind made sure of that, as even the loudest shouts would have been carried away.
Everyone knew exactly where they were going, how long they had to walk, how many paces to take, and how much they had to turn to put them in the general vicinity of their positions. The slow trudge made Vasily feel the anxiety that his men certainly felt right now. Each step bringing them closer to success or failure in Vasily's 'brilliant' plan.
Jory was willing to trust the boy's judgment because he tried to account for everything in his mind.
Ashford was cold and swearing on the inside for the battle to begin. That if he died he wanted to go to heaven, where he would no longer had to bother about anything. Not that he was in any hurry to go their of course. He still had things he needed to do. Women to bed… Mongols to fucking kill.
Wilhelm shared no reservations and was just quiet, thinking. He was scared but at the same time, he was thrilled. He was one step closer to getting home.
Alfonso was shivering, but his blood was burning. He wanted, no, needed, to kill these scum of the earth.
Ionos put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Stay behind me if you're scared." His comforting words may have reached Basilius. They may not have. But the hand squeeze was all he needed to understand.
The men started to split up, going towards the holes in the defenses, and the entrances. There had not been any sounds from the inside of the Mongol encampment. No shouts of intrusion, no warning from patrols or watchmen.
It was completely barren and quiet. And Vasily was quiet and concerned. He had trapped his men in a blizzard, gambling that the Mongols were trapped as well. If he didn't take the shelter the Mongols currently squatted in, his men's morale wouldn't last a march back in this kind of exposure, and many would succumb to the cold. His plan would have been a failure.
And he would have left Zima a widow.
(Meanwhile)
Teju felt uneasy. The blizzard had started, making visibility next to nothing. The patrols had come in, complaining that their efforts were going to be futile in the blizzard. He had granted the request for the men to sit by the fire and rest.
He wanted to relax, but he could not. Something was gnawing at his neck. As if something terrible was about to happen.
Then there was screaming. "URRAAA!"
(Outside)
"URRAAA!" The screams of seven thousand Russian warriors broke through the howling wind as they all ran forward into the small tents. The slaughter began.
The Mongols were completely unprepared for the ferocity and the close quarters battle that was now ensuing. The snow-covered men, blue and shivering like spirits of winter from their march, had descended upon them to kill with sword, ax, and bare hands. Those more spiritual fled immediately, trying to reach their horses to gain some semblance of control of their desperate situation. They were cut down by the men who were securing them.
The panic was complete a moment later.
Chaos reigned for almost an hour as the Russian forces took great care to make the Mongols that had traumatized their nation for decades felt the same fear that they had felt.
The Mongols who tried to fight were cut to pieces. The men who surrendered were torn apart by the bloodlust of individual vengeful Russian soldiers. Those who ran died with a blade in the back.
The one with the most kills to his name was Alfonso Jimena, with almost a hundred men crushed beneath his warhammer.
The raiding party, close to ten thousand in number, were cut down until scant a dozen were left. Those few only lived because Vasily Aristov thought them as important men he could use as negotiating tools.
And even Vasily might not be merciful.
(Vasily POV)
The men brought forward were the leaders of the raiding parties. You understood that at least to some, the bloodlust, the anger, the guilt, the joy of slaughtering the people that killed your own had subsided. For now.
Now you were standing in a ruined church the Mongols were using as a headquarters.
You stared at each of the men in front of you. "I want to speak with the leader of this raiding party." You stated it firmly.
You wanted to make sure you had something to trade for peace. Having a leader of a raiding party would be a start. Sure you had killed just about all the rest, but the Mongols never showed any mercy to your people, so why should you?
If anything, you were just as bloodthirsty as your men. Probably even more so, as you had exercised restraint to make sure you captured the leaders alive.
Then one of them stepped forward. "I am the leader." He stated plainly.
"What is your name?" You asked.
"Teju." He replied.
You glared into his eyes, before saying. "Kill the rest, he's the one we want."
There were pleas for mercy, of their connections, but they fell on your deaf ears, as eleven men had their throats slashed open by your soldiers.
"Teju. You are going to be a guest at my home. A guest for as long as I consider necessary until your great khan stops raiding my people." You stated.
"He-" Teju stopped. "He'll come if he knew his brother was in your hands. I do not know if he will talk."
You felt your blood boil in your veins. And a smile rose on your face. "I hope he does for your sake. Because if he does not, your fate will be the same as your men."
Teju fell silent. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He hoped his brother was too.
Reward: Teju of Clan Darmana has been captured. The raids have ceased due to a large group of raiders dying. Certain actions have received a +30 to success. Certain actions receive a +20 to success. Costs of certain actions are decreased by 50%. Relation with Russian lords has increased by 20. New Action available.
AN: Enjoy.
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Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
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- Ohio
Heh. Middle-Byzantine military's strategy to defeat Turkish raiders: Wait until they were heavy with loot and spoils, then crush them in an ambush.
Clearly they've never actually met Russians.
Welcome to making everyone a soldier: They ain't trained to military standards.
Yeeeh booiiiii.
Camouflage! We have invented it!
Quick on the uptake, these guys.
Main focus is on the waifu. Truly he's an SVer.
Figures.
... well, we're about to get invaded. Or told we can just off him.
*does 'I was right' dance*
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- Russia
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Not that big of a deal. Mongols were ambushed, were hit harder by the weather, were lazy and undisciplined, and were in the town where their horses were useless.
The impressive part is that Vasily did that with minimal losses.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
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Oh shit, my phone must have done some formatting bs when I was pasting it.
I'll fix that in just a minute.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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- California USA
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No, Vasily is not General Winter. He just followed the old Generals tactical advice about striking the enemy and acted accordingly.
Vasily is a tactical genius after all.
His enemies getting complacent and lazy also did a lot to tip the odds in his favor.
- Location
- Mists of Albion
The 'Khan Of Khans' told his men it'd be 'over by Christmas'. Said it'd be an easy victory.No, Vasily is not General Winter. He just followed the old Generals tactical advice about striking the enemy and acted accordingly.
Vasily is a tactical genius after all.
His enemies getting complacent and lazy also did a lot to tip the odds in his favor.
No wonder they got cocky and had their face smashed in.
I wonder if he'll tell them when he starts his war against us, "Rus is like an old house. We only need to kick in the door and the whole rotten mess will collapse."
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
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But then he finds out we're the kind, new owners who have worked hard to turn it into a beautiful piece of property who will not stand for that shit. And have made friends with all the neighbors.I wonder if he'll tell them when he starts his war against us, "Rus is like an old house. We only need to kick in the door and the whole rotten mess will collapse."
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- Mists of Albion
And we own a second house, just as good next door (Polish Waifu is best Waifu)
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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- California USA
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More like joint ownership. The deed is in Zimas name after all and she needs to do some cleaning up because the previous owner didn't do a good job.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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- California USA
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Well now I just came up with some modern omake ideas that might be a little funny or awesome.
Welcome to the Neighborhood: Vasily and his wife Zima have finally settled down in Vasilgrad after Vasily's tour of duty with the army with their three children. Their new house needs work and they need to get used to having some new neighbors but everything is looking to be okay.
A Troubled Night: Vasily hears a noise and goes to investigate, and sees some local thugs trying to have their way with one of their neighbors. He decides to deal with them the only way he knows how.
Zima's Old Problem: Zima thought her time away from her family was enough to smooth tensions when she was invited back. But it seems that old grievances got worse as time marches on. But she would not take the abuse anymore.
Quality Time Together: Zima and Vasily love to spend time watching their children play. It reminds them of what they are building every day.
Meet The Neighbors: Vasily was a little hesitant about meeting the neighbors, but the Vodka helped settle those nerves.
Welcome to the Neighborhood: Vasily and his wife Zima have finally settled down in Vasilgrad after Vasily's tour of duty with the army with their three children. Their new house needs work and they need to get used to having some new neighbors but everything is looking to be okay.
A Troubled Night: Vasily hears a noise and goes to investigate, and sees some local thugs trying to have their way with one of their neighbors. He decides to deal with them the only way he knows how.
Zima's Old Problem: Zima thought her time away from her family was enough to smooth tensions when she was invited back. But it seems that old grievances got worse as time marches on. But she would not take the abuse anymore.
Quality Time Together: Zima and Vasily love to spend time watching their children play. It reminds them of what they are building every day.
Meet The Neighbors: Vasily was a little hesitant about meeting the neighbors, but the Vodka helped settle those nerves.
Magoose
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- California USA
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It was too much of a joke not to make.
I think you're missing the historical origin of my quote.
Hint: it was spoken by another would-be conqueror of Russia.
Magoose
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I know who said it. I just wanted to have fun with the analogy.I think you're missing the historical origin of my quote.
Hint: it was spoken by another would-be conqueror of Russia.