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| New Harumf vs Zolony | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 17 2006, 11:08 AM (377 Views) | |
| New Harumf | Aug 17 2006, 11:08 AM Post #1 |
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Two soldiers were marching in formation from the 1st infantry division in the plains between New Harumf and Zolony. One, named Derick was a big, brawny man that carried his 45 pound pack easily, and marched along easily. The other, Erick, was a skinny little guy who was almost swimming in his uniform. His helmet was too big, his pants too long, and his pack weighed him down so bad he was stooped, and constantly had to hurry to keep up. "Where the hell are we going, I'm dying here," grumbled Erick. "If we don't stop soon, I'm just going to fall over." "When the King decides to stop, we all stop," said Derick. "When the King decides to march, we all march." "Is this any way to fight a war?" asked Erick. "I mean, no artillary, no tanks, no air cover. We'll be sitting ducks." "You can't see down there, can you." said Derick. "Here, hop up on my shoulders and have a look around." They paused for just a seconbd, so Erick could hop up on Derick's broad, tall shoulders. The sight he saw made him gasp. He was in the middle of a perfect square of men, marching in formation. In every direction was another square, set apart in a checker-board fashion, and they went on as far as he could see. "What the hell is this," said Erick, after he hopped back down. "Some fancy formation the King drempt up, for fighting on the ground. I don't know where they come up with these ideas, but all the commanders bought into it, so here we are." Suddenly, they heard the command, shouted, "Halt." 25,000 boots all stopped at once, and there was silence. What they couldn't see was at the very head of the army was their King, dressed in full military attire, surrounded by his commanders. Now, it was time to wait. |
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| Quaon | Aug 17 2006, 01:09 PM Post #2 |
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Honor. It's a simple word. Yet it’s a word that has shaped the world in the past. To some, defending one’s honor is more important than one’s life. Honor is the sum of a man: it is better to die honorably is better than to live dishonorably. Honor is a word that has killed more people than the Bubonic plague. Honor is a word that has caused suffering and yet virtue throughout the world. Honor before God, honor before women, honor before life. Honor is an easily manipulated concept. Honor is what will cause the countless death of Harumfians and Zolons. Honor is what will leave grieving families. Honor is what will cause the empty no-man’s land between Zolony and New Harumf to become ripe with blood. For the honor of Hu’fon Queen Alicia, the Hu’fievren and King Grindel will fight, and one of them will likely die. For the honor of the Hu’fon, death shall reign across the fields. The New Harumfians waited. They wanted to fight, they wanted to kill, they wanted to get this war of honor over with. They wanted to see heretic blood, they wanted to see dead Zolons. They wanted the Hu’fievren dead at their feet. It had been waiting for almost half an hour and they were tired of waiting. Udall iqua, you will die, you will die! Ordn iqua, you will die, you will die! Oppa iqua, Zolony has come! For the Hu’fievren you will die. Jus iqua! Justice be upon you! The Harumfians could hear the Zolons chant their battle cry. Drums were beat. In the distance, the Zolon army could be seen walking slowly towards the Harumfians. They were about a kilometer away or so. “Get ready!’ one of the Harumfian commanders yelled. The Harumfians checked their ammo, cocked their guns, and pointed them in the direction of the Zolons. “Fire as soon as they get in range.” A split second later, three men in the front of the New Harumfian line fell dead. A second later, another, and another. “SNIPER!” The Zolons were using an ancient Zolon battle tactic: the Orange Circle Offensive. The troopers would make many interlinked circles, the first part of the circles made of snipers. After a few seconds, the snipers would split into an independent line and continued to shoot at the enemy. Then each circle would cease to be interlinked, move into a straight vertical line and charge. The Hu’fievren was in the front circle, as well as the A’hul. They both sat on beautiful stallion. The Hu’fievren carried a blade and an automatic rifle. As the sniper fire ceased, the Hu’fievren yelled “Phase two, for your nation’s honor! CHARGE!” The troopers of Zolony yelled a battle cry and did as their God ordered. A bloodbath ensued in minutes. Honor is a word that has killed millions. |
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| New Harumf | Aug 17 2006, 03:43 PM Post #3 |
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King Grindel looked to his left and right and saw man falling from the sniper fire. "Hold your ranks," he shouted. "Hold your ranks, and wait for you orders." Then the sniper fire stopped, and the Zolons began to charge. The King mounted his steed, and rode up and down the line of his men. "Hold your ranks. If he hold, we cannot be defeated." He then took his position in the front, and the didtance between him, and the charging Zolons narrowed. "Units, odd on the wheel," he shouted, and immediately front phalanx's formed up to lines, 8 deep, while outside phalanx's began to shift into flanking positions. "Units, even on the wheel." and again, huge swaths of the checkerboard quickly took up positions. "Forward, march." With that, the army of King Grindel began to move forward, marching at a slow, study pase. When less then 200 meters seperated the forces, the King shouted. "Fire down." and the units stopped and knelt. "Fire at will!" and the wall of soldiers erupted with fire. Constant, study fire, right into the heart of the charging Zolon forces. |
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| Quaon | Aug 21 2006, 06:17 PM Post #4 |
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The troops of Zolony charged to the battlefield, hate in their eyes, guns in their arms, grenades on their belts. The Harumfian troopers held their ground. There was less than 100 meters between the two armies when the Harumfians opened fire. In less than a second, at least 500 Zolons fell to the ground, clutching their chests, dying. In less than a second, at least 500 Zolon families lost a member. In less than a second, at least 500 Zolon guns hit the floor hard. “Throw your grenades!” yelled a Zolon general, making sure the Hu’fievren and his son were far away from the gunfire. “Now!” Zolons in the front quickly pulled the pin on their frag grenades, and hurled them straight at the Harumfian line. “GRENADE!” a Harumfian Corporal yelled. A split second later, the Harumfian Corporal was dead, as were many others. “CHARGE!” yelled the Hu’fievren, drawing his sword and going straight into battle. “FOR HONOR!” The Zolons ran straight into the Harumfian line, semi-automatic rifles firing, knives flailing, rifles buts bashing. The Harumfians fired back. The Catholic forces were well trained: the soldiers of New Harumf were some of the damn most elite fighters in the world. However, many of the Zolons were literally bred for war. They could shoot a man at 50 paces at the age of five. They were strong enough to strangle an enemy with their bare hands by the age of eight. The Holy Army of Zolony was like Hell-Fire from the Hu’fievren’s godly realm. They were hardened, and they were ready to lay down their lives over a simple insult. They destroyed the Harumfian lines. The planes between New Harumf and Zolony were soaked blood red. The battle lasted at least eight hours, an extreme amount of gunfire deafening all who could see the fight. The Zolons had not had such a grand battle for almost a thousand years: Sure, the Flumes war had satisfied the blood lust of a few sadistic Zolons, but not like this. The Flumes war was hardly a war at all: there was as much a war between Zolons and Flumesians as there is a war between humans and ants. The Zolons marched on, killing Harumfian after Harumfian until the ranks of King Grindel were all but none-existent. The Hu’fievren watched the battle, cleaving off the heads of a few soldiers here and there, occasionally firing his rifle. He saw the King with hardly any men protecting him. He charged. The first soldier in his way turned and attempted to level his rifle at the Holy Leader, but found a sword in his chest a moment later. He fell to the ground. The Hu’fievren’s horse kept charging towards the King. The Hu’fievren felt a bullet hit him in the shoulder. He grimaced, but kept charging…he was close now…ever so close. King Grindel looked up. His eye’s widened. He could feel death seconds away-he could feel the blade sink into his chest…but it didn’t. The Young King could hear the roar of an SMG and heard a yell from a horse and then a thud. He turned. The Hu’fievren lay on the ground, his horse dead. The Hu’fievren wouldn’t give up…not now. He attempted to find his displaced blade, then looked towards the shooter of his stallion. He stood there, almost finished reloading his SMG. The Hu’fievren reached for an explosive on his belt. “Avin, avior, Zolony,” the Hu’fievren whispered. It was an ancient Zolon phrase: Farewell to thee, Zolony. All he could hear was the roar of the bullets. He did not feel the pain: all he felt was a warm sensation. His vision blackened. He smiled for the first time in years as he activated his explosive. “Avin,” the Hu’fievren uttered again. “King Grindel, get down!” yelled another soldier, tackling the King. The explosive detonated, killing the soldier and wounding the King slightly. The Hu’fievren was dead. Not far from there, the A’Hul Prince could see his father die. “NOOOOOOO!” he yelled, almost falling off his horse in shock. A moment later, once he collected himself, he took his radio and contacted one of his Generals. “Order a full retreat, general,” the Prince said, with vigor in his voice. “Sir…we have them almost destroyed,” the General replied over the radio. “Why should we retreat now?” “My father is dead,” the Prince replied, disturbingly curtly. “This was an even fight, it seems.” “The Hu’fievren…is dead?” the General replied, shock in his voice. “He is not dead, for he is I-the line of the Almighty travels through blood. I am the Hu’fievren.” “My Lord, your word is my command.” “This is to be a dignified retreat, general. We are not to look like cowards. Send a Holy Guard regiment to retrieve the body of my former self. I do not want my troops running away from here: they shall march proudly. Prepare the ceremonies of departure of the Lord. Contact the admirals-we will attack their ports, loot their cities, that sort of thing. I want it clear that if a shot is fired at our backs we will crush their pathetic armies now. Begin the retreat.” And so the Zolons retreated in grand fashion, carrying the body of the former Hu’fievren proudly above them. They would be back, and the Harumfians would regret it. |
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| New Harumf | Aug 22 2006, 07:55 AM Post #5 |
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"I am hurt!" shouted Grindel, as he slumped on his horse. "Oh, I am mortally wounded!" His guard rushed to his side, and took him down from his charger, only to discover a small puncture wound on his upper arm. "Sire, you shall survive," said a guard. "Damn you, I am wounded. Sound the retreat." With that order, the buglers announced retreat. But there was very little to retreat, perhaps 1,200 men survived the onslaught of the Zolon forces. There were very few wounded, because Zolons did their job quite well. As they carried the shaking, quivvering King from the field, he said, "We have won. God has seen to it we have had a victory. I have slain the Hu’fievren with my own hands! Did you see, did you see how I killed him?" "No, sire, I did not," said one of the men. "Do you call me a liar? I want it announced throughout the kingdom, no, throughout the world, the I killed the Zolon Hu’fievren with my own hands!" |
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| Quaon | Aug 22 2006, 08:01 AM Post #6 |
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OOC: ... Grindel's going down! |
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| New Harumf | Aug 22 2006, 08:16 AM Post #7 |
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OOC: LOL, no kidding. The Pope hates him. You hate him. Soon, his own people will hate him! I don't even like him. :P |
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| Quaon | Aug 22 2006, 08:20 AM Post #8 |
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OOC: Is he gonna survive the war? If you hate him so much... |
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| New Harumf | Aug 22 2006, 09:14 AM Post #9 |
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Yes, unfortunately, but the Pope is going to deal with him severely. As a matter of fact, I'll discuss this with CE and see if he want's to act before the next battle, in which case, you can kill him! |
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| Catholic Europe | Aug 22 2006, 11:33 AM Post #10 |
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OOC: I will pre-empt that discussion. Send Grindel to Genesis City, have the Pope utterly humiliate him publicly, then have Grindel smother him to death when the Pope is sleeping. I will post it all if you want (well the death post). |
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| Quaon | Aug 22 2006, 11:53 AM Post #11 |
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OOC: I assume after that I can attack his cities and bring him back to Zolony for execution? Also, NH, are we gonna still add the Pirate idea? |
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| Noriega | Aug 22 2006, 07:00 PM Post #12 |
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Make Walter king! ;) |
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| Quaon | Aug 23 2006, 08:23 AM Post #13 |
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OOC: Have the Queen take ultimate power...that could be sweet for me since she's a Chiron... |
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| Noriega | Aug 23 2006, 03:14 PM Post #14 |
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I guess it would be cool to make it so that Atalanta isn't the only female Holy League leader. |
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| Catholic Europe | Aug 23 2006, 03:18 PM Post #15 |
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What about the Sacred Queen? |
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| Noriega | Aug 23 2006, 03:19 PM Post #16 |
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:o Forgot about her! Thanks CE. ^_^ |
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| Catholic Europe | Aug 23 2006, 03:20 PM Post #17 |
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Lol, that's alright! ;) |
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