April 08th, 1042 AD, 2:47 WST (-1):
"DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE," Adela shouted behind her as she sprinted down the halls of the capital building. "I am so sick of people not telling me of meetings until after they have started!" She burst through the doors of the fabulously built capital building and down the marble steps onto the road and sprinted to where the stables were, ignoring the men's stares at her beautiful flowing blond hair. She had on a loose silk dress the color of sapphires, and a necklace around her thin neck with the finest cut sapphire in the world engraved. Her eyes looked out to the stable, two beautiful jewels that would have matched the priceless gem around her neck had it not been for the fact that they were far more beautiful than the gem. When she reached the stable she saw the young blacksmith working on a wheel. "Excuse me, Andrew". Andrew the 3rd was dirty man with brown hair and a short stature. His mental capacity made him at home with the horses, but he had a gift for repairing the wagons at his shop, thus making his stable the most reliable to go to if she needed a carriage fast.
"Queen Saisset!" Andrew yelped in surprise dropping his hammer just inches from his foot. He began to bow but was abruptly stopped...
"We don't have time for that, I need a wagon fast!"
Andrew quickly stood back up and pulled out his fastest horse from the stable and latched it to his best wagon as the Queen got onboard. They then rid swiftly out through the gates of Bonne Chance and on to Marcel City.
April 08th, 1042 AD, 6:45 EST (1)
Ivanov stood in the snow surveying his troops. It had taken years to assemble these troops while remaining quiet so the coastal nations couldn't cut off their trade to the other nations. Now he had the largest army in the world and an unexpected cold wave had come in and was probably only going to deepen in these next 2 weeks. Grim saw his chance and summoned the entire army just a mile and a half outside the wealthy city of Kapikov. He briefly listens to the troop sergeants speaking to their soldiers, then went back to his plans. Within 12 hours, the city of Kapikov would be his and Blue Moon would no longer be the landlocked waist land in the middle of nothingness, he would be respected, feared, and even secretly admired. He checked the hourglass next to him and noticed the speech giver had been giving a speech that was a bit too long, so he whispered something in one of the guard's ears, and the speech giver was no more. "That's much better," though Grim.
April 08th, 1042 AD, 5:15 WST (-1)
"I hate this city; it gives me goose bumps every time I'm here," Adela said to herself as she stepped out of the carriage. Using the time spent in the carriage to calm her down, Adela was now ready to visit the city. The city was split into two parts. Away from the coast lives packs of hovels by the dozens. Dirt and Disease swarmed the place almost as efficiently as the lazy pheasants could. Although they do their best to hide this part of city, it still gets seen more than is desirable. The part they did want you to see was just a short distance past that. The city displays their gold statues and their fountains to Adela as she walked down the road. Huge mansions just seem to have burst from the hills and the grass looked so green, it was almost like the grass was all freshly painted on. She then reached the glorious Marcel Mansion. Built by the Marcel sisters long ago, it still stands in near perfect condition. She slowly approached the fabulous place and slowly used the knocker. After a few seconds of waiting, a house worker answered the door, and with a short bow, showed her where she was to go. Passing the many huge rooms and into a small wing of the mansion she reached a small sitting room where the last family of Marcel sat. The father had short brown hair and brown eyes, and the mother had long brown hair and eyes. They both had small heads that contrasted with their large frames. Their child was away on a trip a short distance from Bonne Chance. The Marcels had control of 40% of the wealth of Orange Star, and the respect of the aristocrats around them. Virtually every action the Saissets made had to go through the Marcels first or risk that action falling through for lack of financial backing. Around the table, a few of the other aristocrats were sitting and discussing some unknown topic in low voices. Though they noticed her entrance, they continued on with their conversations as if they had not.
Five hundred years earlier, when the Saissets had taken power, many of the aristocrats became very angry. Very many of them had lost a fortune trying to be Kings. A few lost everything and had committed suicide. These problems were only furthered when King Saisset began to raise the taxes on the wealthy. Though it had been 500 years, the hard feelings still remain and have caused problems to the Saissets over the years.
Adela had dealt with this many times and just quietly had a seat and waited. A few years earlier, she would have yelled at them desperately trying to get their attention, but since then she had learned that there are better ways to get their attention. She didn't know how long she would have to wait for them to say what ever it was they wanted to say, but she knew that eventually they would have to acknowledge she was there, and by then, Adela would have everything planned out in her head and thus will be able to get what she wanted from them.
April 09th, 1042 AD, 01:15 EST (1)
Grim's army was just a few yards from the city of Kapikov, and their elite army which had taken on armies 3 times their sizes and lived. Grim's army consisted of 80 catapults, 20 groups of 1,000 spearmen, and 5 groups of archers. Grim had the rest of the army mobilize to another location for a quick attack on the other cities come morning. The cold wind blew in Grim's face as he glared out onto the city below. Then at once, he ordered the catapults to fire. Rocks whipped through the falling snow before landing around town square. As the catapults wound back for a second shot, the archers were slowly maneuvering around the forest to the other side of the town. The catapults fired again, this time taking down a few large buildings and nearly hit the town hall, but the stable remained unharmed. Then one catapult that had been inattentive noticed they all took their shots and fired. The rock shattered the branches above as it moved to the town and hit the stable right as the knights were getting on their horses. By this time, the enemy militia was charging up the hill in an unorganized mess while the trained army lined up. The untrained swarm of soldiers had gotten to the top of the hill only to be running one by one into a large Blue Moon spear army. The BM army was too powerful and too well trained for them, and with the snow blowing by, the town militia men didn't stand a chance. As more rocks rained down onto the town, the trained army was organized and began their march quickly to forested hills. But as they were just about to reach the hills, arrows started to rain down upon them. The army, confused, disoriented, and taking losses, quickly gathered their bearings and turned to climb the hill, but when they turned, instead of seeing a hill, all they saw was a wall of spears 3 feet from their face. When the battle was over, the Blue Moon army stood without a scratch on them and proud of their victory. Though the city would take a while to become truly theirs, the victory to occupying the city was exciting none the less.
April 12th, 1042 AD, 6:00 CST (0)
The battle was intensifying as Otto von Holstein was seeking his final victory to finally unite Green Earth under his own command. The two forces have been fighting almost nonstop for 3 hours as each force reaches a standstill. Fortunately for Otto, these attacks were merely a distraction for what was just arriving right now. An army of 1,000 heavily armored knights in all black and a gigantic two handed sword had just arrived on the battle fields and began their slow march towards the center. When they reached into range, they shoved the fighting infantry backwards to safety and lifted their arm for a gigantic slash into the enemy formation. With that, a wave of enemy units were dead, the next swing and a few more were dead. Arrows were flying at them, but to no prevail. They took out the cavalry as if they were nothing and the swarm of infantry as if they were a swarm of badgers. Nothing could seem to stop these units as they made their slow approach through the front lines. Otto had proved himself here and now no one in Green Earth will ever challenge his position ever again.
"DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE," Adela shouted behind her as she sprinted down the halls of the capital building. "I am so sick of people not telling me of meetings until after they have started!" She burst through the doors of the fabulously built capital building and down the marble steps onto the road and sprinted to where the stables were, ignoring the men's stares at her beautiful flowing blond hair. She had on a loose silk dress the color of sapphires, and a necklace around her thin neck with the finest cut sapphire in the world engraved. Her eyes looked out to the stable, two beautiful jewels that would have matched the priceless gem around her neck had it not been for the fact that they were far more beautiful than the gem. When she reached the stable she saw the young blacksmith working on a wheel. "Excuse me, Andrew". Andrew the 3rd was dirty man with brown hair and a short stature. His mental capacity made him at home with the horses, but he had a gift for repairing the wagons at his shop, thus making his stable the most reliable to go to if she needed a carriage fast.
"Queen Saisset!" Andrew yelped in surprise dropping his hammer just inches from his foot. He began to bow but was abruptly stopped...
"We don't have time for that, I need a wagon fast!"
Andrew quickly stood back up and pulled out his fastest horse from the stable and latched it to his best wagon as the Queen got onboard. They then rid swiftly out through the gates of Bonne Chance and on to Marcel City.
April 08th, 1042 AD, 6:45 EST (1)
Ivanov stood in the snow surveying his troops. It had taken years to assemble these troops while remaining quiet so the coastal nations couldn't cut off their trade to the other nations. Now he had the largest army in the world and an unexpected cold wave had come in and was probably only going to deepen in these next 2 weeks. Grim saw his chance and summoned the entire army just a mile and a half outside the wealthy city of Kapikov. He briefly listens to the troop sergeants speaking to their soldiers, then went back to his plans. Within 12 hours, the city of Kapikov would be his and Blue Moon would no longer be the landlocked waist land in the middle of nothingness, he would be respected, feared, and even secretly admired. He checked the hourglass next to him and noticed the speech giver had been giving a speech that was a bit too long, so he whispered something in one of the guard's ears, and the speech giver was no more. "That's much better," though Grim.
April 08th, 1042 AD, 5:15 WST (-1)
"I hate this city; it gives me goose bumps every time I'm here," Adela said to herself as she stepped out of the carriage. Using the time spent in the carriage to calm her down, Adela was now ready to visit the city. The city was split into two parts. Away from the coast lives packs of hovels by the dozens. Dirt and Disease swarmed the place almost as efficiently as the lazy pheasants could. Although they do their best to hide this part of city, it still gets seen more than is desirable. The part they did want you to see was just a short distance past that. The city displays their gold statues and their fountains to Adela as she walked down the road. Huge mansions just seem to have burst from the hills and the grass looked so green, it was almost like the grass was all freshly painted on. She then reached the glorious Marcel Mansion. Built by the Marcel sisters long ago, it still stands in near perfect condition. She slowly approached the fabulous place and slowly used the knocker. After a few seconds of waiting, a house worker answered the door, and with a short bow, showed her where she was to go. Passing the many huge rooms and into a small wing of the mansion she reached a small sitting room where the last family of Marcel sat. The father had short brown hair and brown eyes, and the mother had long brown hair and eyes. They both had small heads that contrasted with their large frames. Their child was away on a trip a short distance from Bonne Chance. The Marcels had control of 40% of the wealth of Orange Star, and the respect of the aristocrats around them. Virtually every action the Saissets made had to go through the Marcels first or risk that action falling through for lack of financial backing. Around the table, a few of the other aristocrats were sitting and discussing some unknown topic in low voices. Though they noticed her entrance, they continued on with their conversations as if they had not.
Five hundred years earlier, when the Saissets had taken power, many of the aristocrats became very angry. Very many of them had lost a fortune trying to be Kings. A few lost everything and had committed suicide. These problems were only furthered when King Saisset began to raise the taxes on the wealthy. Though it had been 500 years, the hard feelings still remain and have caused problems to the Saissets over the years.
Adela had dealt with this many times and just quietly had a seat and waited. A few years earlier, she would have yelled at them desperately trying to get their attention, but since then she had learned that there are better ways to get their attention. She didn't know how long she would have to wait for them to say what ever it was they wanted to say, but she knew that eventually they would have to acknowledge she was there, and by then, Adela would have everything planned out in her head and thus will be able to get what she wanted from them.
April 09th, 1042 AD, 01:15 EST (1)
Grim's army was just a few yards from the city of Kapikov, and their elite army which had taken on armies 3 times their sizes and lived. Grim's army consisted of 80 catapults, 20 groups of 1,000 spearmen, and 5 groups of archers. Grim had the rest of the army mobilize to another location for a quick attack on the other cities come morning. The cold wind blew in Grim's face as he glared out onto the city below. Then at once, he ordered the catapults to fire. Rocks whipped through the falling snow before landing around town square. As the catapults wound back for a second shot, the archers were slowly maneuvering around the forest to the other side of the town. The catapults fired again, this time taking down a few large buildings and nearly hit the town hall, but the stable remained unharmed. Then one catapult that had been inattentive noticed they all took their shots and fired. The rock shattered the branches above as it moved to the town and hit the stable right as the knights were getting on their horses. By this time, the enemy militia was charging up the hill in an unorganized mess while the trained army lined up. The untrained swarm of soldiers had gotten to the top of the hill only to be running one by one into a large Blue Moon spear army. The BM army was too powerful and too well trained for them, and with the snow blowing by, the town militia men didn't stand a chance. As more rocks rained down onto the town, the trained army was organized and began their march quickly to forested hills. But as they were just about to reach the hills, arrows started to rain down upon them. The army, confused, disoriented, and taking losses, quickly gathered their bearings and turned to climb the hill, but when they turned, instead of seeing a hill, all they saw was a wall of spears 3 feet from their face. When the battle was over, the Blue Moon army stood without a scratch on them and proud of their victory. Though the city would take a while to become truly theirs, the victory to occupying the city was exciting none the less.
April 12th, 1042 AD, 6:00 CST (0)
The battle was intensifying as Otto von Holstein was seeking his final victory to finally unite Green Earth under his own command. The two forces have been fighting almost nonstop for 3 hours as each force reaches a standstill. Fortunately for Otto, these attacks were merely a distraction for what was just arriving right now. An army of 1,000 heavily armored knights in all black and a gigantic two handed sword had just arrived on the battle fields and began their slow march towards the center. When they reached into range, they shoved the fighting infantry backwards to safety and lifted their arm for a gigantic slash into the enemy formation. With that, a wave of enemy units were dead, the next swing and a few more were dead. Arrows were flying at them, but to no prevail. They took out the cavalry as if they were nothing and the swarm of infantry as if they were a swarm of badgers. Nothing could seem to stop these units as they made their slow approach through the front lines. Otto had proved himself here and now no one in Green Earth will ever challenge his position ever again.