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An emissary from England brings news!

Henry was born; the son of Richard; The duke of York and the Princess of Scotland; Margaret Stewart!

The following loyal and leal servants to the crown have been granted the following rewards:

Richard, Duke of York is granted the title "Knight of the most noble order of the Garter" for his brave and honourable service to England, as well as the title "Earl of Nottinghamshire"

George, Duke of Clarence is granted the title "Knight of the most noble order of the Garter" for his brave and honourable service to England, as well as the title "Earl of Northampton"

Edward, Prince Royal, is officially invested as Heir to the Kingdoms of England, France, The Scots; Heir to the Lordship of Ireland and the Duchy of Normandy, and is granted the title Prince of Wales.



The traitor Edmund Percy, son of the Duke of Northumberland; Henry Percy, has been executed on charges of treason, along with William Neville, Earl of Warwick; who's title is considered forfeit.


Long live the King!

The League of Avodor
Ut Avodor vigilaret super nos

By order of High Lord Senarius, leader of our great nation

The following message has been issued to the nations of the world:

My people have lived in the shadows for many years.
It is time for the League of Avodor to reclaim its anscentral lands.
We have marked the regions that were our homes. Those who interfere in our conquest will face retaliation.

Those who claim these lands are to surrender them to the League of Avodor, for which they will be greatly awarded.
Those who fail to do so will risk war with our people.


Our people shall set foot in Anatolia once more!

Warriors of Bastet Arise!


The goddess in pure cat form with the sacred Scarab Amulet on her chest, the symbol of the Sun God, Ra.

Bastet is the Egyptian cat goddess who was created by Ra the Sun God to fight Apophis, the Snake God of Chaos, which threatened the sun’s existence (meaning the giant snake god threaten to crush the boat Ra was sailing on). That’s how she got her cool names of “Eye of Ra” and “Lady of Flame” that make her sound bad-ass (which she is). Bastet fought Apophis with sharp claws and knives for eons, which is why cats like to kill snakes to this day. Apophis was eventually cast into the deepest parts of the Duat (a place very complicated to describe) and Bastet earned a well-deserved vacation. She also lost her job as a fierce lioness serving Ra to Sekhmet the Lioness Goddess because of her little cat nap. Bastet became the Goddess of just Domesticated Cats afterwards. She tried to become the protector of women in childbirth, but Sekhmet’s other personality, Hathor, Goddess of Cows and Love (how do those two go together?!) had better résumés for that position and so got that job. “Whatever,” Bastet thought. “Cats are awesome and the Egyptians know it, so I’m still popular.”

Indeed she is, for a corps of 180 women and 120 men had just dedicated themsleves to her and trained themselves in Bubastis, Bastet’s sacred city, to fight in the ways of the cat and bring glory to the goddess's name! These warriors are lightly armed and armoured, but very deadly. They fight with short swords and throwing daggers and a special set of weapons: individual steel metal claws attached to their fingers with leather bands. They do not carry shields and wear just a black leather tunic for protection. They train to move quickly, lithe and nimble like a cat, in all types of terrain. They practiced at night for long periods of time to obtain cat-like night vision which makes them unable to be ambushed by enemies. They are known for their silence; they do not shout or clash their weapons before a fight, which unnerves enemies. They trained on their own in secret before revealing themselves to the Pharaoh in early 1484. Pharaoh Ankhor was impressed with their fighting abilities and named them another elite component in the Egyptian army alongside his Pharaoh's Guards corps. They will join him as he battles rebellious Egyptians to the south. With these feline-aspiring warriors fighting like true warrior cats, there can only be victory for the Land of the Riverbank! Bastet smiles upon them and will surely bless them in their upcoming fights.

The Battle of Abydos, August of 1488CE



Pharaoh Ankhor III issuing commands to his warriors.

Disposition of forces:

Lower Egypt forces: 5,100 professional, year-round warriors (700 chariots, 900 archers, 1,000 halberd-men, 600 Pharaoh’s Guards, 200 crossbowmen, 300 Warriors of Bastet, 700 axmen, and 700 swordsmen).

11,000 levies and conscripts (6,000 spearmen, 2,000 mace-men, and 3,000 slingers)

9,000 mercenaries (2,000 Libyan javelin-men, 1,000 Arab camel-archers, and 6,000 Arab cavalry)

16 trebuchets (96 men)

25,396 men and womenin total

Upper Egypt forces: 4,200 professional, year round warriors (900 chariots, 900 archers, 1,000 spearmen, 600 Pharaoh’s Guards, 400 axmen, and 400 swordsmen).

13,000 levies and conscripts (6,000 spearmen, 3,000 mace-men, and 4,000 slingers)

11,000 mercenaries (1,000 Nubian archers, 7,000 Arab cavalry, and 3,000 Sudanese javelin-men)

9 Indian war elephants (28 men)

28,228 men in total

The battle and music for the battle:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

“Pharaoh” Hekhemmut XI crossed his army over to the west bank of the Nile at Abydos. He then had his army set up camp under the shadows of the walls of the holy city and proudly erected his golden banner displaying the dark-blue image of Nekhbet, the Vulture Goddess and Protector of Upper Egypt, within the camp. Pharaoh Ankhor III marched his army south from Hermopolis at about the same time as the enemy river crossing and had his army set up camp ten kilometers north of Abydos. He personally erected the golden banner displaying the dark-brown image of Wadjet, the Cobra Goddess and Protector of Lower Egypt, within his camp. For the next few days foraging and skirmishing ensued as each army sized up the other and planned methods of attack.

Ankhor’s army had more professional warriors than Hekhemmut’s army, but had less levies and mercenaries available to it than Hekhemmut’s. In the past few years, Ankhor had his professional spear corps adopt a new weapon: the halberd. This weapon basically combined the pike and ax together, which spelled a deadly combination for horsemen, but since it had metal rims over its shaft it could also be used to block other weapons such as swords. Ankhor’s professional spear corps were now professional halberd corps. The Lower Egyptians brought sixteen trebuchets for the field battle, which was unusual as these mighty siege engines were use for… well… sieges. Hekhemmut had bought nine Indian war elephants from India, complete with towers and armour, and sailed them over to his land. Elephants were good at scaring horses and crushing chariots, which was not good for Ankhor’s cavalry contingents.

On the sixth day of skirmishing, as Ra’s ship started to rise up from the Duat in the east, Hekhemmut climbed up into the tower of a war elephant and had Nekhbet’s banner mounted behind him. He then ordered his army to deploy on the field of battle. He deployed his army in a standard Egyptian formation: javelin-men and slingers spread out in front, spears in the center, melee companies on the flanks of the spearmen, foot archers behind the infantry, and horsemen on the flanks with chariots in front of them. His Pharaoh’s Guards and elephants were deployed behind the spearmen. Ankhor’s scouts saw this and rushed back to warn their true Pharaoh that the enemy had finally issued forth to challenge him.

Ankhor ordered his Arab camel archers to attack the enemy’s left-flank chariots to give him more time to form up his army. He deployed his army in a standard Egyptian formation as well: javelin-men and slingers spread out in front, spears and halberds in the center, melee companies on the flanks of the spearmen, foot archers behind the infantry, and horsemen on the flanks with chariots in front of them. He had his sixteen trebuchets deploy behind the foot archers and had his crossbowmen and Pharaoh’s Guards grouped together behind his spearmen. Warriors of Bastet were deployed among the left-flank melee companies. He had one of his guards carry Wadjet’s banner alongside him.

The Arab camel archers went over a sizeable sandy hill and started firing upon Hekhemmut’s chariots. They targeted the un-armoured horses and caused much destruction. Commander of the Chariots, Nakhrankh, ordered his men to charge forward and slay their attackers. Ankhor’s superior message riders reported this and he ordered half his foot archer companies to re-deploy themselves behind the large hill on the right-flank. As the camel archers withdrew behind the foot archers, Nakhrankh’s chariots came over the sandy hill and entered the archers’ kill-zone. Hundreds of arrows filled the air as bows twanged, men screamed, horses collapsed, chariots flipped over and the sands became stained red. Nakhrankh was shot in the eye but didn’t die until a horse trampled over him.

Unaware that his chariots protecting the Arab horsemen on his left-flank were decimated, Hekhemmut ordered his army forward. When he saw the enemy’s trebuchets in the distance being loaded, he ordered his elephants to halt so that they stayed out of range and then ordered the rest of his army to rush forward. A fast moving target would be hard to hit he figured. The trebuchet crews were told by Ankhor to target the deadly Nubian archers and negate the enemy their missile advantage.

Large rocks, and barrels filled with oil, were hurled into the air and foot archers shot flaming arrows at the barrels. The rocks crashed into the Nubians and shattered, sending many splinters and fragments among the enemy. Blood and guts were smeared across the sands and stones. The barrels of oil burst into flames and the burning liquid splattered and burned many enemy warriors, causing grievous casualties. Then Ankhor’s chariots charged around the hill and slammed into the enemy Arab cavalry. Horses screamed as their legs were sliced by the chariot scythes and men tumbled to the ground where they were promptly run over by the chariots. Hekhemmut was told this by one of his messengers and with a curse ordered his elephants to move to the left-flank to stop the enemy chariots.

The main bodies of infantry clashed. Skulls were crushed, shields splintered, spears shattered, and swords broken. The Lower Egyptian halberd-men snapped many spears of the enemy with the axes at the ends of their weapons and slayed many before them. The trebuchets ceased firing to avoid friendly fire. The Warriors of Bastet tore into the enemy with their attached metal claws and killed all in their path. Both sides’ cavalry contingents along the bank of the Nile were evenly matched but the fight was fierce none the less. Ordinary peasants of Lower Egypt saw their life-sustaining river turn red and the wreckage of smashed chariots and horse bodies pass by. The crocodiles of the Nile were happy with this great feast that presented itself to them.

Meanwhile on Ankhor’s right-flank, his victorious chariots having routed the enemy’s Arab cavalry now attempted to flank the enemy infantry line and cause some serious, s is gonna get real!, damage. But Hekhemmut’s elephant bodyguard appeared and its archers started firing while its drivers goaded the beasts into a charge. The chariot commander tried to order a retreat but forgot that he was incharge of rookies; all the chariot veterans were on the left-flank, and so his warriors ignored him and charged anyhow into the Indian elephants. Their horses were immediately frightened by the large gray beasts’ smell and so careened wildly, causing confusion to sweep through the charioteers’ ranks. Tusks gored horse flesh, chariots were smashed by large gray paws, and men were seized by trunks where they were lifted up to be impaled by the riders. Hekhemmut laughed as he shot the chariot commander, who took an arrow to the throat, and watched with pleasure as his great war beasts completely obliterated his enemy.

At that moment, Lower Egyptian halberd-men broke through the enemy’s main infantry line. They reformed and charged the Pharaoh Guards before them, but many of them were felled by arrows shot by the Pharaoh Bowmen. The halberd-men, now outnumbered by the Guards, crashed into the enemy phalanx where they were slowly pushed back. They managed to render quite a few of the enemy’s pikes useless with their halberds, but the enemy closed in on them with khopesh swords and being some of Egypt’s deadliest warriors, slaughtered many. The Warriors of Bastet however were coming to the rescue. Upper Egyptian mace-men and swordsmen mysteriously and suddenly found knives protruding from themselves in various places without knowing where they came from. Limbs would be lost with a flash of gleaming claws or short sword blades. Needless to say, with an enemy moving as fast as cats, Hekhemmut’s infantry stood no chance and soon routed. These feline-aspiring warriors swung around to attack the Guards from behind.

A rider quickly rode up to Pharaoh Ankhor and told him about the utter defeat of his chariots on the right-flank. Ankhor was much saddened and angered by this news. He ordered his Guards and crossbowmen to accompany him as he went to defend the right-flank. Seeing the Wadjet banner of his sworn enemy rise upon the sandy hill, Hekhemmut ordered his elephants forward. As Ra’s boat reached its highest point in the sky, so did the elephants reach the top of the hill. Ankhor’s crossbowmen began firing their deadly metal bolts, aiming for the large heads of the enemy’s beasts. These bolts pieced the armour of the elephants and killed them, causing the towers upon them to crash down and the men within to tumble to the ground.

Pharaoh Ankhor III was wearing the khepresh, or war crown, and an iron scale-armour cuirass. He had a short sword and a khopesh sword. He drew the latter as he advanced upon Hekhemmut who was digging himself out of the sand and trying to recover some dignity. Hekhemmut wore a khepresh and an iron scale-armour cuirass as well. He lifted up a large shield and drew his own khopesh.

Ankhor laughed, “You’re a coward to hide behind a shield!” and drew his short sword with his left hand. They circled each other for a while before Ankhor finally lunged and his blades whistled through the air. Hekhemmut ducked with his shield and the Duel of the Pharaohs began. The swords clanged off the shield and then Hekhemmut slashed at Ankhor’s feet but he jumped out of the way. Ankhor brought his swords down toward his enemy’s head, but the pretender parried. Hekhemmut then smashed his shield into the Pharaoh’s face, knocking him to the ground. He slashed down with his khopesh. Ankhor roled out of the way, but not before receiving a cut to his left arm; causing him to drop the short sword he had. He stood up and Hekhemmut charged, and then Ankhor kicked him in the chest and parried his blade again. The false pharaoh doubled over in pain but eventually stood up again. When he did so, the true pharaoh was before him and swung his khopesh at his neck. The throat was slashed and blood coughed up. Hekhemmut knelt before his true lord and master and then died.

News of his death spread quickly, and soon Hekhemmut’s forces scattered to the four corners of the winds. Pharaoh Ankhor III of the 39^th Dynasty had won a crushing victory and was well on his way to united Egypt once more.

Think that definitely deserves some Rep WC

Why thank you, good sir. I hope more of the others will eventually begin posting role-play here. I look forward toward seeing what others do. WC

I will as soon as I get back off my hole

I will as soon as I get back off my hole

I will as soon as I get back off my hols

@WC I think once the site is fixed (if it is) then people will start paying more attention to the game.

The Battle of Bosworth Field

August 22nd, 1492 AD




King Edward IV after unhorsing the traitorous Lord de Vere


Armies of York:

King Edward IV of York, King of England
Prince Edward of York, Prince of Wales
Prince Richard of York, Duke of Norfolk
Duke Richard of York, Duke of Gloucester and York
Earl Thomas Howard, Earl of Surrey
Earl Anthony Woodville, Earl Rivers
Duke George of York, Duke of Clarence

3000 Archers
4000 English Men at Arms
3000 Mounted Knights
3000 Spearmen


Armies of Tudor:

Earl Henry Tudor, Earl of Richmond
Earl John de Vere, Earl of Oxford
Philibert de Chandee, Mercenary Captain
Earl Jasper Tudor, Earl of Pembroke

1500 Welsh Archers
1500 Welsh Men at Arms
750 English Men at Arms
750 English Knights
900 Scottish Pikemen
600 Highland Archers
1200 French Pikemen
300 French Chevaliers


Forces of Stanley:

Baron Thomas Stanley, Baron Stanley
Sir William Stanley

2500 English Knights
3000 English Men at Arms
2000 English Archers
2500 English Pikemen
1000 English Crossbowmen


BATTLE TO COME SOON

The Battle

"A most noble day to fight, is it not My Lord?" Richard of Norfolk asked his father in his loud, booming voice, that carried across half of the field. King Edward looked at his son, smiling, and replied in a somewhat softer voice; " 'Tis a good day to fight, but a better day to celebrate victory." Edward's son remained silent, while Richard of York and George of Clarence, the King's brothers, rode towards the group. Both bowing their heads to the King, Richard spoke first. "My King, Lord Stanley has arrived. He has not yet joined our host; I doubt he will until he sees the tide of battle swing in our favour. Let us pray that his ***** of a wife Margaret Beaufort does not convince him to join her son Henry." George nodded in agreement, his bright eyes scanning the army all the while. King Edward sighed, and glanced towards the forces of Stanley arrayed carefully upon a hilly outcrop nearby, the banners flapping in the cool summer breeze. His son, Prince Edward arrived, accompanied by Earl Rivers and Earl Howard. The trio rode towards the king before halting to inspect Henry's army; a ragtag group of welsh veterans, French mercenaries, and Scottish sell-swords. Howard squinted at Henry's army, whilst Anthony glanced at his brother in law, the King, who was inspecting the forces of Stanley from afar. "Goodbrother." Edward muttered quietly in greeting to Anthony, who bowed his head in reply. "Your Grace. I have bought all the men I could muster, along with Earl Howard. The pretender waits below; it seems." The king nodded wordlessly, then turned to the nobles present, addressing them in his clear but soft voice. "Brother, you are to lead your forces along the left flank. Earl Rivers will accompany you; he will command the horse in this endeavour. George, you are to command the right in conjunction with Earl Howard, who will command the archers, and my son Richard, who will command the horse. I shall command the centre with my son and heir; Edward, who will command the horse." The lords nodded, content, and Edward observed quietly before speaking again. "I will lead my forces against Oxford, Richard, you will swing to hit the enemy right, and George will remain in reserve to engage the enemy left and to move against Stanley should he commit men to Henry's side. My sons shall flank the enemy with the cavalry along with Earl Rivers to destroy the enemy cavalry before circling to hit them in the rear." All nodded silently in unison, before the King turned and spurred his horse towards the front of his army. The lords bowed their heads to the king before moving to assume their positions. The royal army waited patiently; the banners of York flapping gently in the breeze alongside the coat of arms of the king and the three lions of Plantagenet. The white boar of Richard was seen flying from the left alongside the standard of Earl Rivers, whereas on the right the red bear of Richard of Norfolk was seen flying alongside the heraldry of Clarence. Opposite them sat the army of the pretender; flying the banner of the Welsh Princes of Old, alongside the cross of Saint George. Seemingly empty and silent, Bosworth field was a sight to behold. The trees swayed in the wind, and the grass fluttered gently in the breeze where the soldiers of England stood. Thousands upon thousands of men, swathed in the livery of the house of Tudor and the House of York. A calm silence fell over the field for what seemed like hours, before the horns from the York lines blew. Booming across the field; the voice of a Yorkish captain ordering the archers to advance. They clamoured across the field, these grizzled men of the bow, forming an even line before knocking arrows into their bowstrings... the Tudor longbowmen doing the same. A sharp twang echoed across the field as more than three thousand arrows flew from the Yorkish Longbowmen. Piercing flesh, soft mud, and wood; screams were heard from the tudor lines as men fell in droves. The Tudor archers matched it with a volley of their own, screams were now heard from the Yorkish lines as the arrows felled many good men. The low drone of a horn pierced the air; like an old tree groaning as it was uprooted. Streaming down the hill, the men of York led by the King rushed towards the men of Oxford, yelling a battle cry: "FOR GOD AND SAINT GEORGE!" They yelled, as they smashed into the Tudor lines with great force. Edward found himself caught up among the personal guard of Oxford; drawing his sword, he parried a blow from a young glory hunter before slicing the throat of another. Gathering around him, the royal knights formed a protective shield as the vanguard of the Tudor army pushed against the Yorkish centre. Sweating like a bull, Edward blocked a strike from a Knight with his shield; a sickening crunch was heard as the royal sword of the king was buried in the face of his opponent. Deafening was the sound of steel on steel, hooves clattering across the ground as Oxford himself approached the King, his sword aimed straight for his heart. Edward twisted his horse just in time for Oxford to ride past him: trading a stab through the hear for a slashed leg. Wincing in pain, Edward turned his sword on Oxford, catching the traitorous Earl across his spine, hearing the cur curse as he toppled from his horse, exulting in relief as the York knights swarmed the captive. A new voiced filled the air; that of his brother, Richard, as he joined the battle. Edward glanced around him... blood was everywhere, fear and terror ran amok. His vision blurred and his head spun as he fell, only to feel a strong pair of arms haul him up into a saddle before it all went dark... The scent of blood and dung filled Edward's nostrils as he awoke. His vision was hazy, but as far as he could tell there was someone staring back at him. He felt his stomach leap as he retched, squirming helplessly on the ground. A few hushed voices spoke, then someone (he could not tell whom) spoke to him quietly. "Your Majesty?" Edward breathed a sigh of relief as he saw his eldest, Edward, staring curiously at him, wearing a bloodstained suit of armour. His other son, Richard, stood beside him silently, drenched in blood and sweat. More than six foot tall, his second son was a giant. His two brothers were in deliberation with Earl Rivers whom nursed a headwound, whilst Lord Howard was not present. Edward's throat felt raw; he managed to speak a few words in a dry, husky voice. "My son... did we...?" Edward the Prince smiled gently and nodded, gesturing to Lord Stanley who came forward and knelt. "Your Majesty, we joined you in your fight against the traitor... Alas, he escaped, and now he is in Richmond summoning a new force." Edward nodded helplessly, frustrated that the traitor escaped. "Not all is ill father, we have won... and we bring news from lord Somerset. He has defeated the french King in Maine, and now we have gained the upper hand in France." His second son, Richard, spoke this time, with a voice like thunder. The King smiled, and nodded as water was passed to him. He drank deeply, and glanced at his leg - it was in bandages, but he was unsure if he would live. "I must... return to London, my lords... My brother Richard will continue to hunt the cur... I must speak with my wife..." Gasping, he looked at Earl Rivers, whom he beckoned closer with a gesture of his hand before whispering to him. "Anthony... return to london with me... I'm sure your sister will be anxious to see us both." Anthony nodded, and returned the kings jovial smile as he was lifted into his litter... it was a long road back to London, but the war was as good as done.

The Battle

"A most noble day to fight, is it not My Lord?" Richard of Norfolk asked his father in his loud, booming voice, that carried across half of the field. King Edward looked at his son, smiling, and replied in a somewhat softer voice; " 'Tis a good day to fight, but a better day to celebrate victory." Edward's son remained silent, while Richard of York and George of Clarence, the King's brothers, rode towards the group. Both bowing their heads to the King, Richard spoke first. "My King, Lord Stanley has arrived. He has not yet joined our host; I doubt he will until he sees the tide of battle swing in our favour. Let us pray that his ***** of a wife Margaret Beaufort does not convince him to join her son Henry." George nodded in agreement, his bright eyes scanning the army all the while. King Edward sighed, and glanced towards the forces of Stanley arrayed carefully upon a hilly outcrop nearby, the banners flapping in the cool summer breeze. His son, Prince Edward arrived, accompanied by Earl Rivers and Earl Howard. The trio rode towards the king before halting to inspect Henry's army; a ragtag group of welsh veterans, French mercenaries, and Scottish sell-swords. Howard squinted at Henry's army, whilst Anthony glanced at his brother in law, the King, who was inspecting the forces of Stanley from afar. "Goodbrother." Edward muttered quietly in greeting to Anthony, who bowed his head in reply. "Your Grace. I have bought all the men I could muster, along with Earl Howard. The pretender waits below; it seems." The king nodded wordlessly, then turned to the nobles present, addressing them in his clear but soft voice. "Brother, you are to lead your forces along the left flank. Earl Rivers will accompany you; he will command the horse in this endeavour. George, you are to command the right in conjunction with Earl Howard, who will command the archers, and my son Richard, who will command the horse. I shall command the centre with my son and heir; Edward, who will command the horse." The lords nodded, content, and Edward observed quietly before speaking again. "I will lead my forces against Oxford, Richard, you will swing to hit the enemy right, and George will remain in reserve to engage the enemy left and to move against Stanley should he commit men to Henry's side. My sons shall flank the enemy with the cavalry along with Earl Rivers to destroy the enemy cavalry before circling to hit them in the rear." All nodded silently in unison, before the King turned and spurred his horse towards the front of his army. The lords bowed their heads to the king before moving to assume their positions. The royal army waited patiently; the banners of York flapping gently in the breeze alongside the coat of arms of the king and the three lions of Plantagenet. The white boar of Richard was seen flying from the left alongside the standard of Earl Rivers, whereas on the right the red bear of Richard of Norfolk was seen flying alongside the heraldry of Clarence. Opposite them sat the army of the pretender; flying the banner of the Welsh Princes of Old, alongside the cross of Saint George. Seemingly empty and silent, Bosworth field was a sight to behold. The trees swayed in the wind, and the grass fluttered gently in the breeze where the soldiers of England stood. Thousands upon thousands of men, swathed in the livery of the house of Tudor and the House of York. A calm silence fell over the field for what seemed like hours, before the horns from the York lines blew. Booming across the field; the voice of a Yorkish captain ordering the archers to advance. They clamoured across the field, these grizzled men of the bow, forming an even line before knocking arrows into their bowstrings... the Tudor longbowmen doing the same. A sharp twang echoed across the field as more than three thousand arrows flew from the Yorkish Longbowmen. Piercing flesh, soft mud, and wood; screams were heard from the tudor lines as men fell in droves. The Tudor archers matched it with a volley of their own, screams were now heard from the Yorkish lines as the arrows felled many good men. The low drone of a horn pierced the air; like an old tree groaning as it was uprooted. Streaming down the hill, the men of York led by the King rushed towards the men of Oxford, yelling a battle cry: "FOR GOD AND SAINT GEORGE!" They yelled, as they smashed into the Tudor lines with great force. Edward found himself caught up among the personal guard of Oxford; drawing his sword, he parried a blow from a young glory hunter before slicing the throat of another. Gathering around him, the royal knights formed a protective shield as the vanguard of the Tudor army pushed against the Yorkish centre. Sweating like a bull, Edward blocked a strike from a Knight with his shield; a sickening crunch was heard as the royal sword of the king was buried in the face of his opponent. Deafening was the sound of steel on steel, hooves clattering across the ground as Oxford himself approached the King, his sword aimed straight for his heart. Edward twisted his horse just in time for Oxford to ride past him: trading a stab through the hear for a slashed leg. Wincing in pain, Edward turned his sword on Oxford, catching the traitorous Earl across his spine, hearing the cur curse as he toppled from his horse, exulting in relief as the York knights swarmed the captive. A new voiced filled the air; that of his brother, Richard, as he joined the battle. Edward glanced around him... blood was everywhere, fear and terror ran amok. His vision blurred and his head spun as he fell, only to feel a strong pair of arms haul him up into a saddle before it all went dark... The scent of blood and dung filled Edward's nostrils as he awoke. His vision was hazy, but as far as he could tell there was someone staring back at him. He felt his stomach leap as he retched, squirming helplessly on the ground. A few hushed voices spoke, then someone (he could not tell whom) spoke to him quietly. "Your Majesty?" Edward breathed a sigh of relief as he saw his eldest, Edward, staring curiously at him, wearing a bloodstained suit of armour. His other son, Richard, stood beside him silently, drenched in blood and sweat. More than six foot tall, his second son was a giant. His two brothers were in deliberation with Earl Rivers whom nursed a headwound, whilst Lord Howard was not present. Edward's throat felt raw; he managed to speak a few words in a dry, husky voice. "My son... did we...?" Edward the Prince smiled gently and nodded, gesturing to Lord Stanley who came forward and knelt. "Your Majesty, we joined you in your fight against the traitor... Alas, he escaped, and now he is in Richmond summoning a new force." Edward nodded helplessly, frustrated that the traitor escaped. "Not all is ill father, we have won... and we bring news from lord Somerset. He has defeated the french King in Maine, and now we have gained the upper hand in France." His second son, Richard, spoke this time, with a voice like thunder. The King smiled, and nodded as water was passed to him. He drank deeply, and glanced at his leg - it was in bandages, but he was unsure if he would live. "I must... return to London, my lords... My brother Richard will continue to hunt the cur... I must speak with my wife..." Gasping, he looked at Earl Rivers, whom he beckoned closer with a gesture of his hand before whispering to him. "Anthony... return to london with me... I'm sure your sister will be anxious to see us both." Anthony nodded, and returned the kings jovial smile as he was lifted into his litter... it was a long road back to London, but the war was as good as done.

EPIC Siege of Yerushalayim

The third day of the assault on the city

Disposition of forces:

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Newer Egyptian forces:
17,300 professional year-round warriors (3000 chariots/chariot archers, 2000 archers, 6000 halberd-men, 2000 mace-men, 2000 swordsmen, 300 Warriors of Bastet, and 2000 axmen)

20,000 levies and conscripts (2000 archers, 2000 camel archers, 8000 spearmen, 2000 mace-men, 2000 swordsmen, 2000 slingers, and 2000 axmen)

10,000 mercenaries (8000 Arab horsemen and 2000 Sudanese javelin-men)

18 trebuchets (90 men) and 19 African war elephants (57 men)

47,447 men/women in total


Hebrew forces:
7800 professional year-round warriors (3000 archers, 1000 javelin-men, 1000 spearmen, 800 Royal Guard, and 2000 swordsmen)

11,000 levies and conscripts (2000 javelin-men, 6000 spearmen, 3000 slingers, and 2000 swordsmen)

1 ballista tower (4 ballistae and 20 men)

18,820 men in total

The battle (part I) and music for it:

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The Hebrews of Yerushalayim knew well in advance that the slow Egyptian host was marching upon their city with the great cloud of dust that stretched across the horizon as far as the eye could see and from the loud din of men and horses that filled the air, and so had plenty of time to prepare. King Judah of Israel ordered the storage of many months worth of food, the strengthening of the walls, and the training of levies. The city of Yerushalayim is rectangular in shape with a north, east, south, and west wall.The key to Judah’s defense plan was the Citadel of David built behind the west wall. If he could hold out long enough at the citadel then maybe the nearby Arab emirs, who despised the pagan Egyptians, would send him aid.

Pharaoh Ankhor and his mighty host arrived before the walls of the city in April of 1493. He had his warriors set up two great camps, one to the west, and one to the south, of the city and had the golden banner of Egypt with the Eye of Horus raised in both. He then ordered the construction of siege towers, ladders, and battering rams. The Egyptians went to work on these things, as well as on trenches around the city that wereo ut of bowshot from the walls. Two lines of trenches, one facing toward the city, and one facing outwards, were completed by late May and the camps were between them and well protected because of them. Six well-armoured rams, twelve siege towers, and more than a hundred ladders were constructed when the Pharaoh was ready to launch his assault.

The dreadful heat of summer had descended upon the city when the Egyptians attacked in early June of 1493. On the first day of the assault, archers with portable wicker shields advanced toward the walls to provide cover fire for the infantry. Mace-men, swordsmen, and axmen rushed the western and southern walls with ladders as the Hebrew archers on them fired back. The Egyptians took heavy causalities more from the javelin-men than the archers though as they climbed up the ladders. A clash of men upon the ramparts then ensued with men being pushed off the walls screaming and the flashes of metal blades resulting in the pouring of blood over stone. Metal hooks had secured the ladders, but most of the men of Egypt were beaten back by the fierce defenders and then the ladders would be flung down. Very little sections of wall were taken by the Pharaoh’s men that day.

Drums sounded and three armoured battering rams went forward. They targeted David’s Gate in the west wall, and Zion Gate and Tanner’s Gate in the south wall. The ballista tower at the corner of the west and north wall began firing their bolts at the ram approaching David’s Gate. The bolts pierced the armour and then archers fired flaming arrows at the holes made and soon the ram was consumed by fire; all the men inside were burned to death. The Pharaoh ordered his trebuchets to destroy the tower to avenge his men! The other two rams reached their targets in the late afternoon and at evening the Egyptians started ramming. Great tree trunks hanging from chains were slammed against the metal gates with much force and booming was heard throughout the city.

King Judah ordered a counter-attack at Zion Gate during the cool of the night. The Hebrews opened the gate and fought the men pushing the ram, causing enough of a delay for the men of Israel to bring up great boulders to the gatehouse. When they withdrew and closed the iron gates, the Egyptians resumed advancing their ram forward. The boulders were released and a great crunching sound was heard as the ram’s armour was smashed and the timbers inside snapped. The men inside the siege engine were either crushed, or shot by archers as they emerged.

Tanner’s Gate was broken in the middle of the night and the Pharaoh ordered a majority of his army to redeploy towards that gate. All through the early morning of the next day, the Egyptians moved across the sands before the city. Unbeknownst to the besiegers, the Hebrews began tunneling under their west wall toward the Egyptian camp. They were planning to launch a surprise attack on the camp and maybe manage to kill the Pharaoh if he was present. During the middle of the day, in the sweltering heat, the Egyptians had gotten their trebuchets in position to destroy the north-west ballista tower. They lost three trebuchets to bolts fired from the ballistae but eventually enough stones were hurled that the tower came crumbling down. By evening tens of thousands of Egyptians were deployed to the south of the city before Tanner’s Gate and the Hebrew tunnels had just passed beyond the western wall.

Ankhor ordered a siege tower assault on the west and south walls to cause a distraction. The Pharaoh then prepared his chariots for the characteristic Egyptian Charge that he would lead through Tanner’s Gate. Wet hides were nailed to the wooden towers and then they were pushed inch by inch across the sands toward the city by strong men from Nubia. The elite Warriors of Bastet, men and women trained in the ways of the cat, took command of a tower and advanced it toward the citadel as they felt confident they could storm it easily. Their golden banners with the black image of the cat goddess put some fear into the citadel defenders, but still they stood fast and prepared for a fight to the death.

In the early morning of the third day, the Egyptian siege towers reached the walls and hundreds of men and women clambered up them. Metal gangplanks were lowered with a clang on the stone ramparts and warriors shouted as they charged across… and then there was a tremendous crash as two siege towers along the west wall collapsed. This was followed by an explosion as the Hebrews used gunpowder to clear their intentionally collapsed section of tunnel of the wreckage. King Judah and bodyguard emerged and then hundreds of more warriors followed them as they charged toward the relatively undefended Egyptian camp with light blue banners waving.

A runner told the Pharaoh this, who cursed and then ordered all of his chariots to ride hard and fast. Three-thousand chariots now thundered across the sands around the south-west corner of Yerushalayim toward the men of Israel. Ankhor got his bow ready and strung an arrow. The Hebrews laid ramps across the trenches and were about to storm the camp when they saw the cloud of dust to the south and heard the neighing of horses and then the roar of chariot wheels. Under the blazing heat of the desert sun, Judah ordered his spearmen to form up a line and brace themselves while the archers stayed behind the line to fire. Trumpets sounded as the men of Kemet spurred their horses on faster. The enemy archers fired their arrows at the oncoming colorful wall of chariots and horses collapsed and the wooden carriages flipped over, flinging men out of them who then got trampled by the chariots behind.

Egyptian archers on the chariots fired back, including the Pharaoh. At one point an arrow was coming right toward the Master of Egypt, but he shot an arrow that split the enemy’s and survived. Truly Horus was with him! Then the chariots crashed into the enemy spearmen and, contrary to what people who play too much Rome Total War think, did not explode, but rather broke the line! Shields were crushed, spears splintered, and men flung into the air by the sheer force of impact. Blood stained the sands. Some horses were skewered and chariots crashed, but overall the charge was a success and the enemy was overpowered. Ankhor ordered his chariots to withdraw, reform, and charge again.

During this time King Judah ordered a retreat back to the tunnels, which soon became a rout as men fled from the stormy chariots that were bearing down upon them. Most of the Hebrew warriors made it back to the rubble-strewn entrances of the tunnels where the chariots could not go after them, but it was a sad day for them none the less. The Egyptians had won and it was only a matter of time before they took the city as well. And the divine Pharaoh laughed as he mocked his weak enemy.

Second part to come soon...

Contra os canhões marchar, marchar!
(Against the cannons march,march!
Taken from the National Anthem of Portugal)

A group of portuguese nationalists started a revolt in Lissabon, the capital of the Bahrainian Colony in Portugal. The portuguese don't want to pay high taxation for an old Caliph in Bahrain. The time for a revolution has come, the people are angry and enough muskets and cannons were acquired after quick battle in the old fort "Forte do Guincho" near Lissabon.



The Bahrainian Army didn't station troops in Lissabon. They were all in Galicia conquering La Corunna so the bahrainian Governor in Lissabon had to surrender and accept the Treaty of Guincho.

Treaty of Guincho :

- Calpih Yusuf will abdicate and the new monarch will be Tiago da Silva, the commander of the Portuguese Navy
- The Caliphate of São Bahrain will be renamed into "Kingdom of Portugal" and Lissabon will be the new Capital of the Kingdom of Portugal
- The old bahrainian national anthem will be replaced with the new portuguese national anthem "A Portuguesa"
-The new national language will be Portuguese only



Tiago da Silva