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800 Years Later

Chevalia Traylor
Baton Capital

Taking the food and lightly eating it, Chevalia nodded. "Of course. Then all that remains to be discussed is our lands. The rest can be discussed by our diplomats. As for a crusade up the Mississippi River, we would certainly allow it but would like to be very cautious. Just as it is the life blood of your empire, it is ours as well. The two rivers that flows through the Kingdom's lands flow to the Mississippi, in fact the City of Memphis, lies on it and watches a bridge that crosses into the land formerly known as Arkansas." Chevalia turned and waved once more to her flagbearers and men, where the far left column performed the same action as before, signifying themselves as Memphis. "We have also just concluded an expansion towards the Ohio River. We see no problem with raising your borders up north, but would very much like to keep Memphis and our route to the west safe, regardless of whether or not we are off the same faith." Chevalia let out a sigh. "This will certainly require several months of proper negotiations, so for the time being, we respectfully ask that no crusades be conducted up past where our two armies have met. We cannot turn our attention to people beyond our horizons until our neighbors have become civilized. The kingdom is certainly willing to open a crusade to the south, so I feel that we should first discuss the border between our nations east of the Mississippi."
EmperorAzazel EmperorAzazel
"One cannot fight a war without first having his home established, time is always needed with a great undertaking and this would be one of the largest in quiet some time, do excuse my eagerness my lady, but when god chooses to allow for a miracle to walk into your home as you have it is seldom an occasion not to celebrate. As for your route to the west safe i assure you whatever you currently hold shall remain yours and should help need be defending it you need simply ask our aid. I simply hope you understand our need to control parts of the river to ensure the waters continue to flow properly." he said wanting to be sure he was being understood, without the river neither nation would stand so it was in both's best interest to hold it and keep the waters flowing for both's sake. "As for borders we shall need to get a map if we are to properly dictate any terms." Alteras Alteras
 
Chevalia Traylor
Baton Capital

"Then we are in agreement. But perhaps we should let the celebrations resume. I don't think the people would like to hear the negotiations occur while we stand in the middle of the festivities."
EmperorAzazel EmperorAzazel (wanna try to work out the borders in pm?)
 
Chevalia Traylor
Baton Capital

"Then we are in agreement. But perhaps we should let the celebrations resume. I don't think the people would like to hear the negotiations occur while we stand in the middle of the festivities."
EmperorAzazel EmperorAzazel (wanna try to work out the borders in pm?)
"Agreed, let the festivites resume" he said as the men at the gates lowered their weapons coming to join in the feast that was to be held fresh grape wine being brought out along with all the bounty that the great rivers had provided, the two would talk about the establishment of borders at a later date for now it was a time of joy and celebration.
(yea ill send you a message) Alteras Alteras
 
Vivian Wylmot ordered the raising of an additional ten thousand pikemen and the levy of twenty thousand halberdiers in preparation for the upcoming northern expansion following the successful return of the southern expeditionary forces. Rumors have plagued Columbia as of late of the perpetually militarized inhabitants of San Francisco, none of which were unconcerning of matters. Their submission, he decided during a stroll of the palace's gardens, will be ensured. Be it through war, or through peace.
 
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The Vanatic baron peered through his visor at the land that proceeded his legion, properly titled the Red Banner. Artiom had sent him with a single order: to purify god's gift to them, and take back the lands lost to them to the infidels that plagued the once vibrant lands they where entitled to. The templars behind him held their fearsome pikes upon the shoulders of the shield-bearers ahead of him, the thunderous roar of their boots against the sun-bleached pavement echoing through the hills.
How Pochinko would relish this expedition, Artiom's order repeating in his head. Not a single heretic would be left standing, every heretical village would be razed, every prisoner executed. His return would be celebrated for weeks, the resources liberated by those cannibalistic bastards would feed the population of Vanatia for years, and with the disorganized tribals controlling them, those resources just ripe for the taking.
The legion entered a massive valley, heading toward the fertile valleys of the ancient city of Angeles. These filthy Polytheists must be shown the error of their ways.
 
There couldn't be more than two thousand and five hundred of the invaders if his rangers were correct in their reports. A pitiful sum. The southern expedition largely complete in their objectives returned home after being recalled, supplementing the largely inexperienced forces under his banner caught halfway through their training. In all, twenty thousand pikemen and twenty thousand halberdiers would face the enemy alongside the rangers and the knights, aided by twenty thousand newly-raised longbowmen who would either pelt their greatly outnumbered foe to death or exhaustion and the unmounted catapults and ballistae from the Columbian navy which would make their tightly packed ranks in hopes of making ineffective the arrows raining upon them a deadly folly.

Vivian chose a flat plain for the site of the battle, twenty thousand pikemen and twenty thousand halberdiers in that order would directly face their aggressors, spreading their formations so that they may make full use of their numbers to envelop the aggressors. To both left and right of the closed ranks row after row of wooden stakes were driven in the ground to protect the split twenty thousand archers behind them guarded by the knights and rangers, who would fire upon their foe as soon as they became in range, and finally, in the elevated ground behind the lines would the concealed and unmounted ten ballistae and eleven catapults overlook the carnage, firing bolts and boulders alike into concentrations of the San Franciscan troops.
 
The shieldmen created a series of Phalanx-like constructions around the pike and crossbow men, defending them from the hail of projectiles from above. The catapults threw great deals of soil into the air, wether they hit their mark or not, creating a great haze about the area.

Pochenko moves his smaller force back into the hills, stationing small scout detachments atop the hills to stand watch for flankers. His battalion of pike and shieldmen sat in the valley from which they entered the battlefield, standing in rank and watching the mouth of the valley. If he was to win this battle, he’d have to get them to come to him.
 

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